The next few days went by in a blur. Mrs. Weasley was frantic, and she couldn't believe we were all still alive. She worried about us so much, it was the point to overbearing. Harry and I weren't used to a smothering mother figure, or a mother figure at all, for that matter. Harry was used to some sort of attention, but I basically went crazy during my childhood from the lack of attention I had. It was really a strange feeling, having someone always worrying about me.

The trip to the train station was standard, and not at all interesting. We left the burrow at a fairly early time and arrived at King's Cross about twenty minutes before the train left. We boarded the train with five minutes to spare, found our compartment, and the train took off. Nothing exciting.

When Draco and his friends passed by our compartment, I never felt such a sense of longing. It killed me, seeing him so happy, while I was here, with my friends, talking about something that I really didn't care about. He gave me a quick smile, that I would have missed had I not been looking for it. I returned the smile, and he turned away before anyone could notice the little gesture.

Hermione, Ron, and Harry were all talking about the quidditch world cup, and all the happenings. "So, David Tennant? Who's he?" Hermione asked. I was staring at empty space and didn't realize that the question was intended for me. "Viki? Hello?" she said, clearly annoyed.

"Sorry, I didn't realize you were talking to me. Kind of spaced out there for a second," I said, smiling. Hermione repeated her question. "David Tennant is the tenth incarnation of the doctor. The Doctor is the main character of this muggle show, Doctor Who. I watched that show whenever the Dursleys were out of the house, to keep me sane," I explained.

Hermione, of course, ignored the part about keeping myself sane. That would have been the one part that Draco noticed. "So what does David Tennant look like?" she asked, impatient.

"Brown hair, kind of weird looking, to be honest." It was honestly the best description I could give of him. I never really paid any attention to how his face looked or the color of his eyes. Hermione, of course, asked for a better description. I told her that I couldn't give her one. "You just see a picture of him, and you can compare him to whoever it was at the campground. That is honestly the best way I can describe him," I said, only half apologizing.

Hermione threw a tizzy fit, simply because I couldn't describe the person who put the Dark Mark up in the sky. "You're sure that David Tennant isn't a wizard?" Harry asked, trying to break the silence.

"He's the most muggle muggle I know of," I said. I don't even remember what the rest of the trip was like. I'm sure we talked about unimportant things, and I stared off into space for the most part. The only other thing I remember of that trip is that Harry made goooogly eyes at some girl named Cho Chang. Could he be more obvious? Seriously, dude.

The next few weeks were really uneventful. Other than school starting again, and having very little time to see Draco, nothing was really interesting. Then, the triwizard tournament came.

Beauxbatons came by flying carriage, Durmstrang by boat. Those french girls really irritated me. All of the boys were staring at them, including the one who I consider to be mine. I brought it up with Draco on our date after they came. "Don't stare at those French girls anymore," I said, not even trying at all to skirt around it.

"You jealous, Tori?" Draco asked, amused.

I laughed. "Please, even if you could get up the courage to ask one of them out, they would cut you up like a fish," I said.

"So you're jealous," he confirmed.

"No, I'm not! Honestly. I've had you for almost a year," I said, although I was trying harder to convince myself than him.

Draco didn't buy it. I didn't think he would, especially if I couldn't myself. "How's this? If you admit to being jealous, I won't gawk or stare, or even think about French girls anymore," he said.

He really knew how to pull a hard bargain. Either way, he would get something out of this and I would be forced to do something I didn't want to do. The question was-which one did I want to do less? "Pride is your worst enemy, Tori," Draco said.

Yeah, he was right. Pride was my worst enemy. But, I also had this irresistible urge to prove people wrong. It was the exact push I needed. "Fine, I'm jealous. I don't want to think about the possibility of you going out with, staring at, or even thinking about anyone else," I said.

"That's all I needed to hear, babe," Draco said, smiling. He kissed me softly and quickly, like a summer's breeze. "You are the only one I ever think about, any way. Just don't go staring at the Durmstrang boys, ok?" he said.

"You're the only one I ever stare at," I said.

Draco smiled. "That can't be true. What about Cedric Diggory? Surely he's caught your eye," he said joking.

"He's a glittering fairy princess," I blurted, then covered my mouth after saying it. "He sparkles in the sunlight," I explained.

"Well, that's strange," Draco said, a half confused, half weirded-out look, on his face. "But don't most girls like that?" he asked me.

"Who the bloody hell said I was 'most girls?'" I asked him.