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Written for the 24 hour drabble competition: October 31st, and the November Event (Male Appreciation) over on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments)

Event: 1994: The Goblet of Fire chooses the Triwizard champions — Viktor Krum for Durmstrang; Fleur Delacour for Beauxbatons; Cedric Diggory for Hogwarts and an unexpected fourth champion — Harry Potter.

Male Character: Easy - Draco Malfoy

Typical Potter

Draco sat in boredom in the Great Hall as the headmaster prepared for the Goblet of Fire to announce the Triwizard champions.

He, like so many of the others at the Slytherin table, hadn't eaten very much of the food during the feast. He still felt full after the Welcoming Feast the previous day. The only people who were interested in eating more than their fill were his two best friends Crabbe and Goyle, between them they had managed to demolish nearly a quarter of the food on their table.

Draco wasn't all that interested in whose names were drawn from the Goblet. He still found it to be a great injustice that only seventeen year olds and older had been allowed to put their names forward.

He clapped with everyone else as Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour and that pretty boy Cedric Diggory's name were drawn from the Goblet.

"Should've been you mate," he whispered to Warrington who was sat directly across from him at the table, who grunted in response.

All of a sudden the Goblet of Fire threw out another name, astounding everyone in the Great Hall, including Draco. From all his father had told him about The Triwizard Tournament he knew that it was impossible for a fourth champion to be chosen, so what was going on.

"Harry Potter," he heard Albus Dumbledore say, and Draco lifted his head wondering if he had misheard the headmaster. "Harry Potter," he repeated, a little louder than before.

The whole room broke out into whispers. Typical Potter, Draco thought to himself, always has to be the centre of attention, always has to be the best. Doesn't he have enough 'eternal glory' already he thought bitterly.

He glared at the Gryffindor as he climbed out of his seat and walked in the same direction as the other champions. If looks could kill right now, Draco mused to himself, Potter would be a dead man, but no matter he soon will be if the tournament takes another life.

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