Poisonous Snake {Draco Malfoy Fanfiction}

Chapter 9: Crushed

Did I have a crush on Draco Malfoy? 

Every time I saw him I immediately felt nervous, I would blush when he looked at me in the eyes (his eyes...), when we talked I would hang on his every word,  I felt proud when he laughed because of something I had said... 

In the past two weeks, we had spent a lot of time together. Whether it was with other Slytherins in the common room, or in the two or three classes we had together where we would chat and joke around, or even our study sessions in the library where of course we didn't study at all... 

Harry, Ron and Hermione were not really thrilled about my new friendship, but hey, they were not my parents. I had told them Malfoy was helping me with potions, which they seemed to believe. Yet they didn't understand why he was suddenly nice to me. Most of the time I just avoided their questions and prayed they would let it go. 

I had become even closer to them, which made lying to them painful and delicate. However I really enjoyed my time with them and we were really good friends now. 

Every two nights I would go to detention with Harry, and we would help each other with our chores. I learned during those nights that Harry and I had a lot in common, and I considered him as my best friend here in Hogwarts. 

It was now Halloween night. Tonight was the night when Dumbledore would pick names from the Triwizard Cup and we would finally know who would be our champions. 

The great Hall was filled with excitement, students were chatting and whispering, everyone was speculating on who they thought might be picked. The Weasley Twins even had a bet system running, and I must admit it was working pretty well for them.

We were sharing our seats with students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. Draco was proudly sitting next to Viktor Krum, his face was beaming. 

- "I've put two galleons on Diggory." Draco told me. 

- "Oh..." I replied, I was worried for my friend. 

- "What? Scared for your boyfriend?" he mocked. 

Did Draco think there was something between me and Cedric? Was there something? Why did he care?

- "Why, are you jealous?" I asked with a grin. 

Draco Malfoy being the spoilt twat he always is, scoffed. 

- "You wish. Mudblood." he spat, playfully. 

- "Pretentious git." I replied. 

- "Humourless rat." 

- "Blond idiot." 

- "Potter groupie."

- "Hey! That's not fair you twat, he's my friend." I complained. 

- "I still don't get what you see in him." he groaned. 

- "Sure, he's not a bloody moron like you." I teased.

- "Please, the guy confronted a werewolf almost unarmed last year. There hasn't been a year he finished without being in the hospital wing. He's practically married to Madam Pomffrey at this point." he said. 

- "Haha very funny." I replied sarcastically, but I was still laughing. 

- "You shouldn't hang with them." he advised. 

- "Yes, mum." I joked. 

- "Just a bunch of blood traitors..." he mumbled. 

- "Draco..." I warned.

We had an agreement, he was not supposed to criticise my friends when we were hanging out. 

- "Yes, erm... whatever." he changed the subject.

Dumbledore appeared in the entrance and the entire hall went silent. He made his speech, but I don't thing anyone paid attention to what he was saying, we were all so curious to know who was going to compete in the tournament. Our headmaster reached for his wand, pronounced a spell I didn't know and the blue flames coming from the Goblet of Fire turned red. 

A piece of parchment flew out of the goblet, and Dumbledore announced the first champion. 

- "The Durmstrang champion is Viktor Krum!" he exclaimed. 

We all clapped our hands off. Krum, who was sitting next to us, was being patted on the shoulder by all his friends. Draco tried to do the same (emphasis on 'tried') but he was a bit to small and he couldn't quite reach the champion's shoulders. 

- "How unexpected..." I commented in Draco's ear. 

- "He's one of the best wizards of our century! Not to mention one of the best quidditch players..." he replied, his eyes full of admiration. 

- "Calm down, or I'll start to think you're going propose to him in less than five minutes." I teased.

- "You know what, I just might." he joked.

- "Bloody Hell. Merlin, save us all!" I complained, laughing. 

Once the students were calmed down, Dumbledore made the flames turn red again and a neatly folded parchment flew into his hands. The Beauxbatons champions was announced: it was Fleur Delacour. We clapped politely, every guy in the room staring at her with big, hormonal eyes. 

- "Do you think she has what it takes?" I whispered to Draco, which made Pansy scowl at me.

Draco didn't even reply he just winced. Fleur Delacour was going to be eaten alive... 

This was it, this was the moment when we would finally have our own Hogwarts champion. After this, the bets wouldn't matter anymore, the rumours wouldn't fly... The Great Hall went silent; it had never been this silent before. 

Dumbledore reached for the last parchment of the night. He slowly (very slowly) unfolded it, and finally read it to the room. 

- "The Hogwarts champion for the Triwizard Tournament is... Cedric Diggory!" he announced. 

The hall erupted into cheers. Everyone was hugging their friends, the room was filled with yells and smiles. Not going to lie, it was a big mess.

- "Zabini, you owe me two galleons." I heard Draco say. 

I couldn't help but feel a bit down. I was worried for Cedric. We were friends, and I had a feeling something bad was going to happen. From what I had read in the library, the Triwizard Tournament was not a joke, it could be very dangerous, and sometimes even deadly. 

Before anyone had the time to regroup themselves, the flame in the Goblet of Fire suddenly turned red a fourth time, causing a big gasp in the hall. Looking puzzled, Dumbledore reached for the parchment which was flying towards him. He read it, looked up at the hundreds of students starting at him, then quickly glanced at the professors behind him. 

- "Harry Potter?" he called.

A subtle echo went through the benches, the students started whispering to each other.

- "You must be kidding me..." Draco groaned beside me.

 I could not believe what was happening. I looked over at Harry, who seemed as shocked as we all were. He did not make a move. 

- "Harry Potter!" Dumbledore called him again, this time sounding more certain. 

How could this be? How could Harry be a champion? He was fourteen for Merlin's sake!

- "He did it again. Potter found yet another way to be in the spotlight." Draco said.

I didn't care. I was completely oblivious to everything around me. I was worried sick for Harry. I had already expected to see one friend competing in the tournament and it stressed me out. So to see one of my best friends joining the first... 

I was completely crushed.