""The contract to the Goblet is binding; failure to comply results in death.""I don't see why I have to compete when I didn't put my name in the Goblet," he heard Potter insist; though he had no idea why he kept telling them as no one was listening."First a traitor, now you're a coward as well," Ron jeered loudly and the whispers grew in intensity.He watched even as he felt trepidation rose in him; against better judgement, his father had told him of the tournament and how competitors had died in it, thus warning Draco to stay away from entering into it.He saw that the other champions, Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff, Fleur Delacour from Beaubatons and Viktor Krum from Durmstrang had rejoined the others, probably wondering what was taking the other teachers and Headmaster that long, or maybe they had been told what was going on.Harry walked until he came to the end of the Gryffindor table, aware of every eye in the Great Hall still on me.
He saw Potter turn to look at the Weasel, easily seeing the anger in the redhead's eyes and face. "We all know Potter's an attention seeking prat, but do they really have to keep us here to listen to this farce.""I know," Blaise nodded, "but between me and you, I'd rather not get on our Head of House's bad side for skipping out in his eye sight."Draco frowned before looking up at his Head; a man with hair as black as midnight, that fell lankly to his shoulders, a crooked nose as if it was broken and never reset right, obsidian eyes that seemed to bore into you and a blank expression on his face with the exception of the slight tightening around his mouth, the only showing his displeasure at what was going on.
" Harry's eyes narrowed at Ron before he turned to his other friend, Hermione, only to see the disappointment in her gaze."Oh Harry," Hermione sighed.
"I thought you had enough near death situations in Quidditch every year?
At the Slytherin's table, one pale, moonlit haired, grey eyed boy watched Harry with curious eyes.~...~Draco couldn't believe it when Potter's name came out of the Goblet; a sneer had been in place without him even being fully aware of it as he turned to look at the Gryffindor table, only to lose it when he caught the look on said boy's face.
Draco's sneer dropped only to be replaced by confusion.