So, this is my first fanfic. It's a Dramione fanfic, and it takes place in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. It might be kinda OOC, but anyways, enjoy! :)

Draco

I crept silently through the corridors to meet my father. Earlier that day, I had received a letter from him saying to meet him by the potions classroom at midnight. As I waited for him to appear, I thought about what he could possibly want to talk about. But usually when my father comes, it's not anything good. All of a sudden I heard a voice behind me.

"Hello, Draco."

I turned around, whipping my wand out. "What do you want?" I asked, my voice low and deadly.

"Only to talk to you, dear son. You see, you have been, well, dishonoring the Malfoy name. You let that mudblood Granger beat you on all of your exams last year, not to mention that she punched your precious little face, as your mother says. I've decided to give you one last chance at redemption. As you may have heard, Hogwarts is holding the Triwizard Tournament this year. That idiot Dumbledore is only allowing seventh-year students to enter. However, I have a strong feeling that you and that piece of scum, Potter, will be chosen."

After he said that, all the color drained from my face. I was not expecting that. Well, actually, I was expecting the scolding part, just not the last little bit. Of course I knew about the Triwizard Tournament. Everyone knew about that. The tasks are extremely dangerous. It's no wonder Dumbledore is only letting seventh-years compete. What my father just said was the most terrifying thing I've ever heard, well almost anyway. I gulped.

"Well then, I'll see you another day. Don't disappoint me."

I stood there shaking for a moment after he left. I knew he wasn't kidding. I sighed and went back to my dormitory. It was going to be a long night.

The next days passed in a whiz. I did things without knowing what I was doing. I sat in class thinking about what my father had told me, hoping that no teacher would call on me.

When the day came for the champions to be chosen, I sat at the edge of my seat, waiting to hear my name. I knew I was going to be chosen. How Potter was going to be chosen I didn't know, because Hogwarts couldn't have two champions.

"Viktor Krum." I heard. "Fleur Delacour."

And then it was me. My already white face paled even further, and I could feel everybody's eyes staring at me as I walked down. Even though my father had warned me I didn't think he would actually do it. All the hope I had that maybe, just maybe my name wouldn't be called was crushed once I heard "Dr-" come from Dumbledore's mouth.

The only puzzle was how he had gotten the goblet to choose me. After all, a ton of seventh years put their name in. Well, I suppose not the only puzzle. As I entered the champions room, I wondered how Potter would get chosen too.

Once I was in, I saw the other two champions' eyes widen in shock.

"What?!" I heard the blonde French girl exclaim angrily. "Theese eez not possible! Only seventh years can put their name in! Eez theese some kind of joke?!"

Viktor just stared stonily at me.

I just smirked. "Maybe some people are more clever than others," I said. I had learned long ago that I shouldn't show my feelings, so I pretended to be okay, though on the inside, I was agreeing with the French girl.

But before she could reply, the door opened and Potter burst in followed by Dumbledore. Dumbledore calmly but firmly asked Potter, "Did you put your name into the goblet of fire?"

"No," Potter said, confused and panicked. I believed him because I knew who did put his name in, though I wasn't going to say anything. After all, I hated his guts.

I was surprised Dumbledore was this calm. I was surprised he didn't even come bursting in here to yell at me for supposedly putting my name in the goblet of fire. I guess he had to pretend everything was all right for the other students.

After he supposedly believed Potter, he turned his attention to me. I didn't think he liked me before, but now he was sure to like me less.

"How did you put your name in the goblet of fire?" He asked me. "Did you ask an older student to put it in for you?"

"No," I replied, though I didn't think he would believe me. "I don't know why or how my name was in there."

He stared at me, like he could read the truth from my eyes or something. Actually, he probably could.

Suddenly, the French girl spoke up. Apparently she had recovered from the shock. "Theese eez outrageous! You just want a beetter chance to win! He cannot compete!" She yelled angrily.

Viktor just continued to glare at us. Geez, did that guy ever speak?

"I assure you that this was not done on purpose, but I'm afraid he must compete, they both must. It is the rule." Dumbledore said calmly, in reply to her angry outburst.

And I knew he was right, so I didn't try to get out of it or anything.

After the long lecture the teachers gave us in the room, we got to go back to our house dormitories to rest. Like that was going to happen. I'm sure the whole slytherin house was throwing a party to celebrate that I was the Hogwarts champion.

As I entered the common room, I could already tell the party was going on at full swing. I smiled to myself. These slytherins were just so crazy.

"Yo man!" said a familiar voice. Blaise Zabini. I smirked as he whisked me into the crowd. "Let's party!" He yelled. And I let myself get lost in the music, dancing, and the crowd of crazy people.

So that was it! Hopefully it didn't suck too badly! :p Review to tell me what I should name this, and favorite and follow. Constructive criticism is always welcome! I will try to update as often as I can, but that might be a long time because school is about to start. :( Tell me what you think and whether I should continue or not, and until next time my fellow readers!