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A/N: Sorry this took so long it's been finished for a while so I don't know why it hasn't been posted.

Chapter 4

Surprise! Draco POV-

Malfoy awoke in his bed. Naturally he was the first one awake. Normally he was also the first in the Great Hall for breakfast, but Potter beat him in there yesterday. Potter. What is going on with Potter? First I see him with my godfather over the summer, then there was that moment on the train. And in the Great Hall, he looked like something was haunting him, as if left to his own devices it would come up and suck his soul out.

He had to stop thinking like this; this was too much of a drama queen, even for him. Malfoy stretched and popped his back; he heard the satisfying crack all the way to his toes. You know it's good when it sounds like a bowl of rice crispies. He rushed to go and take a shower determined to beat Harry to the Great Hall.

Damn my curiosity, I can't even muster proper malice in my head, but now Potter and I are acquaintances. It's a very pleasant change; all the fighting was getting to me. Now we kind of politely ignore each other and exchange some pleasantries. Finished with his shower he nearly sprinted to the Great Hall, he was rewarded when Potter was seconds behind him. Today he was first! Sure this was childish, but what else could he do?

He watched Potter closely as he pulled food on his plate for breakfast; his hand trembled as if he hadn't had enough sleep. That was impossible, Draco had been following him all night. Harry was the first one back to the common room after the other two schools arrived. Maybe he's haunted by bad dreams too.

I'm always up early because even in sleep my dreams are filled with my past. Soon the other kids started filling up the other tables and Harry was lost from view. Draco's skin began to crawl and he knew Pansy was approaching. How she could not tell he was not interested he couldn't tell, but it didn't stop her from trying.

"Draco you look so gloomy, what's wrong?" Draco spoke through clenched teeth.

"I don't really want to talk about Pansy, now would you please let go of my arm."

She drew back as if she had been slapped. She turned to her other side and started talking to the person there. Draco fell back into silence and was focusing on finding Potter. Finally as the last of the stragglers sat down he was able to spot him. It appeared as if he wasn't the only one with an admirer he didn't want.

The youngest Weasley girl was staring on in pure fascination and Potter didn't even notice. Was he really that unobservant or did he just not care? Well he cares about everyone's feelings so maybe he was that unobservant. The end of breakfast came and went, and it was time for their first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. This was one of the classes he hated the most other than divination. That Trelawney chick was odd.

They all stood up and went to class. He was barely listening as Moody went over the different Unforgivable Curses. He preferred to watch Potter's reactions to the spiders. His father had already lectured him on these and his wonderful Aunt Bella had demonstrated.

Having successfully demonstrated the horrors of the Unforgivable Curses Professor Moody decided to turn to a different demonstrator. The students.

In a gruff voice he announced, "Now the ministry doesn't want me to show these to you let alone perform them on you, but in order to remain CONSTANT VIGILANCE, you must know the feeling of them on your body."

Malfoy looked up and could see the outraged look on Granger's face. "But sir that's illegal!"

"Illegal! You know what's illegal Granger? Muttering a few words with an ill intent, forcing people to bend to your will. In order to properly fight you must first feel it! Now line up against that wall." With a bang of his staff the desks whisked to stack themselves up leaving only one in the center of the room.

He began casting Imperio on the entire room, one at a time. He watched as his classmates began to hop around the desk, cartwheel around the desk, and do handstands off the desk. Now it was Harry's turn. He was to jump over the desk.

He started to full on jump, but at the last second only took a small step forward. He went to jump again and tried to stop at the same time crashing headlong into the desk. He was among the ones who gasped as Harry toppled over the desk and flipped with it. Was this supposed to happen?

He hadn't yet had a turn, but he thought it was supposed to be pleasant, it was when his Aunt Bella tried it on him.

"That's the spirit! Potter is fighting it! Did you see it, the eyes, the eyes is where it happens. C'mon then let's see you do it again, until you can throw it off entirely."

Draco watched in horror as Imperio was cast on Harry three more times until he could throw it off. Once he started forward and didn't jump, but walked into the heavy desk and wound up on the floor again. The other time Harry arched his back to jump, but his feet didn't leave the floor and the momentum sent him into the floor with the desk lying on his chest.

Finally when Draco couldn't stand to let this go on any farther, Harry threw it off. Instead of jumping or falling he turned to Professor Moody and smiled. Moody smiled brightly at Harry and told them they could all leave. That Harry demonstrated what his entire lesson had been about, maintaining constant vigilance and being aware of your own body.

Draco was daydreaming throughout the rest of his lessons and they flew quickly by. He couldn't help it Potter was the only thing he could concentrate on. The way the light in his eyes flared while he was fighting off the Imperius curse was incredible.

It was time for the feast in the Great Hall with the champions. The Goblet of Fire would pick the names of the three champions and then he could go to bed. The students traipsed to the Great Hall and they quickly fell silent when the food was gone. He zoned out everything Dumbledore said and watched the goblet intently.

It was changing colors. A thin sheet of paper shot out and Dumbledore's hand shot out quick as a snake. His voice rang out clear, "The champion for Bauxbatons it Fleur Delacore." The hall was alive with the sound of clapping as she stood up and made her way to the room behind the teacher's table.

The goblet glowed again, "The champion for Durmstrang, is Victor Krum."

Fighting anticipation the hall clapped again vigorously.

The last time the goblet would glow until the next tournament. "The Champion for Hogwarts, Cedric Diggory." What that fairy boy? The hall erupted in laughter and clapping for a third time. Dumbledore started speaking, but Draco tuned him out trying to focus on Potter when he heard the gasps of the other students. He looked up and the goblet was glowing again. Impossible, he thought.

Dumbledore looked shocked as he reluctantly spat out, "Harry Potter?"

Nobody moved. "Harry Potter!"

Draco turned his head and locked eyes with Potter. His eyes screamed with fear, uncertainty, revulsion, and disgust. This wasn't his doing, nor was he excited about this.

"Harry Potter!"

Harry slowly rose and nearly fell back down, but he slowly made his way to the door behind the teacher's chairs. Draco saw him hesitate near the top, but a quick shake of Severus's head kept him moving. He looked to his godfather for guidance and he read exactly what he felt on his face. What just happened?

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