Over the next few days many of the older students entered the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Many younger students tried. One was as simple as writing their name down on a paper airplane so they didn't have to cross the age line. The airplane set fire and burned as it tried to cross the age line. Fred and George Weasley even tried an aging potion to try to fool the age line. Hermione knew this wouldn't work and of course she was right.

After having all the students assembled in the great hall, Dumbledore finally made the announcement. "And now the moment you have all been waiting for. We will find out who will be chosen for the Tri-Wizard Tournament." A piece of paper flew out of the Goblet of Fire straight to Dumbledore. "The first one is Viktor Krum representing the Durmstrang Institute from Central Europe."

"That cup should be picking our dates," Astoria joked with Daphne. She clapped hard for Viktor Krum.

Draco looked on in anticipation, hoping he would be picked. He knew his chances were slim because only one would be picked from Hogwarts. He crossed his fingers hoping as the second name emerged from the Goblet of Fire.

Daphne, on the other hand, looked on with fear. She watched Draco enter in so many names. He joked about one of them being hers. But she really had no idea who he actually entered. Daphne winced as the second name was read. Draco noticed her nervous reaction. "Don't worry, I didn't put in your name," he whispered to her.

"And the second contestant is Cedric Diggory representing Hogwarts," Dumbledore read the next name.

Draco felt soured by that and disappointed. He really wanted to be picked. "Damn it!" Draco gritted his teeth. Daphne on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief.

As Cedric stood up, Astoria looked over "Oh hello," She grinned. "Yep, definitely wish this cup was picking my dates." Daphne just smirked at her sister's lustiness.

"And last, but certainly not least, Fleur Delacour representing the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic from France," Dumbledore read what was supposed to be the last name.

"Ok, maybe not," Astoria clapped for Miss Delacour anyway, but not quite as much as she did for Victor and Cedric. Daphne laughed and gave a polite clap too.

That was supposed to be the end of it, but it wasn't. The Goblet of Fire tossed out one more name. "What?" Dumbledore looked on puzzled.

Draco looked on in anticipation. He wanted it to be him so badly. "Harry Potter!" Dumbledore read the name aloud.

"Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, and Daphne Greengrass into my office now," Dumbledore demanded.

Dumbledore's Office

Dumbledore first addressed Daphne and Draco. "The two of you were the only students who had the chance to put names in before the age line was drawn. Did either of you put Potter's name in the Goblet of Fire? Tell me now and we will go easy on you. If we find out you lied, you will have earned yourself a one way trip to Azkaban. Did you…"

"I didn't put in anybody's name," Daphne quickly interrupted before he even finished his sentence.

"I didn't put in Potter's name," Draco answered truthfully. He had put in plenty of other people's names, his own and multiple friends, but definitely not Potter.

"You did, didn't you," Harry glared at them.

"Why would I do that to you? I didn't," Daphne shook her head.

"I don't think it was you. There is no logical reason you would." Harry smiled at Daphne then gently brushed his arm against hers. "Like you said, we don't even know each other. I would like to get to know you though," Harry let out a bashful sigh realizing he probably shouldn't have said that last part out loud.

"Really," Daphne said barely audibly. Something about that made her smile. She heard the legend of Harry Potter, the boy who lived, long before she ever went to Hogwarts. She had high hopes of getting to know him and befriending him. That thought was shattered on the first day when Harry told the Sorting Hat 'not Slytherin' and of course, the sorting hat took less than two seconds to place her in Slytherin. She gave up on the idea almost immediately.

"Stop hitting on Daphne." Draco glared at Harry and made a fist.

"Don't change the subject. It was you who put my name in, wasn't it. Just admit it!" Harry's voice took on a venomous and accusing tone.

"Don't flatter yourself, Potter. No way, would I give you such an honor," Draco said.

"An honor! Horror more like it! I don't want it! If you want to risk your own life just for the possibility of winning some trophy, you can have it! You can take my place," Harry began to rant.

"Glad to see I am not the only one that didn't want to enter," Daphne smiled at Harry.

"I am afraid it doesn't work that way. The Goblet of Fire drew your name. You have to compete," Dumbledore said. Dumbledore was going to ask Harry if he had found a way to put his name in, but where he clearly expressed a lack of interest in entering the contest, that question was already answered.

"Oh, Harry wants to give it up. I want to take it. Please. Harry knows I would do a much better job representing the school." Draco tried to plead his case.

"Ah, actually, no. I would just enjoy watching you fall on your ass," Harry retorted. "Don't flatter yourself."

Draco edged closer to Harry. "If Dumblesnore wasn't here, we would see who would fall on his ass," Draco smacked his hands together. His glare intensified, bordering on rage.

"That is enough, both of you," Dumbledore raised his voice. Then he dismissed the kids back to their tables. "This is over, for now!"

Gryffindor Table

Harry returned to the Gryffindor table and joined his best friends Ron and Hermione.

"So we are pretty sure that you were called in about your name being pulled from the Goblet of Fire, but what did Dumbledore want with the asshole and the bitch?" Hermione questioned.

"She isn't a bitch," Harry retorted. Then he told them all about what went on in Dumbledore's office.

"Wait, let me get this straight! You told Malfoy he could have your position in the tournament? What about me?" Ron interrupted.

"What?" Harry looked on confused.

Ron slammed his fist down on the table. "You know damn well that I wanted a shot at fame and glory, yet you offer it to that asshole over your best friend! Some friend you are!" Ron crossed his arms.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley, grow up," Hermione commanded.

"Grow up!" Ron mocked Hermione. "I can't believe you are taking his side. I am sick of both of you!" He threw his dinner plate at Harry. Then he got up and stormed out. Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron.

Library

Later that evening, Hermione found herself a quiet corner of the library. She sat in a nice comfy chair and read her book. Unfortunately, for her it didn't stay quiet for long when Astoria and Daphne walked in.

"I told you she would be here." Astoria pointed out Hermione.

"Got a minute?" Daphne asked Hermione.

"I guess," Hermione glanced up from her book. She didn't trust anyone from Slytherin. "What do you want?"

"I was reading up on…" Daphne began and then stopped as Pansy approached. "Never mind."

"Listen Queenie, it is really pathetic how you keep throwing yourself at Draco," Pansy said. "It really needs to stop."

"You mean like how she turned him down flat twice," Astoria said sarcastically.

"You stay out of this. This is between me and her," Pansy dismissed what Astoria said as ridiculous. Daphne was totally throwing herself at Draco during dance practice. No way, would Pansy believe Daphne would turn down Draco for anything, nor would she believe Draco actually asked Daphne out.

"Do you mind? This is a library. Be quiet," Hermione said.

Vincent and Gregory walked in. "Pansy, I have been looking all over for you," Vincent said. "I wanted to ask you to be my date to the Yule Ball."

"Nah, I am going with Draco," Pansy said.

"He asked you? Thank god," Daphne said.

"Actually, not yet, but I know he will," Pansy said.

"I didn't know there was a Slytherin convention in the library." Hermione picked up her book and started to leave.

"Oh and Hermione, great news for you! If every girl in the entire school turns me down, I will lower myself and take you. So you actually have a chance of getting a date," Gregory said.

Daphne and Astoria both looked at each other and laughed. As usual they were on the same wavelength. Astoria knew exactly what sex god Hermione was going to the dance with, the one and only Viktor Krum. She had been borderline stalking him ever since he came to Hogwarts, so she was nearby when Viktor asked Hermione. If Gregory was stupid enough to think Hermione was going to pass up her red hot date for him, she had some magic beans to sell him. Astoria had told Daphne who Hermione was going to the Yule Ball with too. She knew there was no chance Hermione was going to pass up her current date for Goyle. The idea was completely laughable.

Pansy, on the other hand, agreed with Goyle and believed Hermione had no chance of actually getting a date. She was purely laughing at Hermione's expense.

"For your information, somebody already asked me and I said yes," Hermione snapped at them. Hermione was angry at all of them because she believed they were all laughing at her. She wished Harry could see this for himself so he could see that Daphne was no different than her friends in bullying and making fun of people.

"You could always ask Daphne. Obviously, nobody asked her out," Pansy suggested to Vincent and Gregory.

"Somebody already asked me," Daphne took a few steps away from Pansy.

"Yeah, right who? I mean seriously, what kind of pathetic excuse for a wizard would want to date you?" Pansy asked. Gregory and Vincent both burst out laughing. "What is so funny?"

"I will be sure to tell Draco that you think he is a pathetic excuse for a wizard." Vincent laughed between words. This just made Gregory laugh even harder. Even Hermione laughed at that one.

"Draco asked Daphne to the Yule Ball already," Gregory informed Pansy.

"When were you going to tell me that?" Pansy snapped at Daphne.

"Never." Daphne shrugged.

"I hate you. You bitch," Pansy yelled at Daphne.

"Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black," Hermione said.

"Draco is mine," Pansy said.

"Yeah, apparently he missed the memo on that one. What makes you think you own him anyway?" Astoria asked.

A/n

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