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Chapter 7

I sprinted into the great hall after serving detention with Filch. He had caught me in the corridors when I was sneaking up to the Gryffindor tower last night. Stupid Twin, I don't know why I even bothered.

"What did I miss?" I said breathlessly as I plonked myself in-between Theo and Blaise. I heard someone choke on their drink, coughing. I looked around to see the table fuller than usual, oh no. Dumstrang boys were dotted around our table, all wearing huge fur coats. The boy who I had startled was still coughing; I had almost killed a new student!

"I'm so sorry!" I said, earning a laugh from Blaise. I glared at him.

"No vorries," the boy said, my heart melted at his Bulgarian accent. Draco, who was sitting next to VIKTOR KRUM, snorted and gave me an amused sneer.

"Please excuse her, she's never been taught proper manners," I rolled my eyes at his comment. Krum gave him a disgusted look.

"Is that how you treat young vomen in this School?" he said. "One vould be so lucky to haff you on their arm," he smiled at me. I blushed as the people around us were lost for words; Draco kept on opening and closing his mouth like a fish.

"Don't you agree, Erik?" he turned to the blonde haired boy I was sitting across from. He looked up and shot me a wink, I was pretty sure my face was beetroot.

"Yes, she is vot is it you say… Beautiful," I was done with British boys, so done.

"I vouldn't go that far," I said, clapping a hand over my mouth as soon as I realised what I had just said. Viktor and Erik just laughed at me whilst Draco sat sulking at the attention he wasn't getting.

"What is Dumstrang like?" I asked whilst cutting myself a brick of chocolate cake.

"Vell, it is very cold," Erik laughed. "I think you vould love it. Red is the colour ve vorship there, yet I have never seen someone with hair as gorgeous as yours."

I let out a nervous giggle as he tucked a stray hair behind my ear. "Tell me about Hogwarts," he said.

"It's very boring here when you've got older brothers to spoil the experience for you," I said. He raised an eyebrow.

"How many?"

"Enough," Draco cut in. "Her parents need to find a new hobby."

"Fuck off Malfoy," Theo said, glaring at him.

I turned back to Erik, "I have five older brothers, two of which are twins and then I also have a twin brother but he is in Gryffindor. Lastly, there is my younger sister Ginny." I said. Krum whistled, obviously impressed.

"Are none of your family in Slytherin?" He asked, Draco smirked as I looked around nervously.

"No, I'm the only Weasley to ever be placed in Slytherin." His smile widened, showing off his perfectly white teeth.

"Veasley?" he asked. "I haff heard of your family being mentioned before." I smiled back at him.

"Erik, come now. You can't keep our little Redhead to yourself," Blaise said, putting an arm around my waist.

"I never realised she vos taken," I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not taken, Theo and Blaise are just good friends of mine." Theo winked at me and turned to Erik with a serious face.

"We are like extra big brothers so don't think you and get too close," Erik's eyes widened, I laughed at his expression.

"I'm kidding mate," Theo said.

"That's just Weasley for you, she's such a slut," I choked at Pansy's remark.

"Coming from you," I shot back.

"Isn't that right, Draco?" she said, leaning over his arm.

"I don't think Amelie is that kind of vomen," Krum said slowly. "I think you are just jealous, Pookinson."

I spat out my juice, crying with laughter. Everyone turned to look at me, POOKINSON! Oh I loved foreigners.

"Vot, did I say something wrong?" That set me off again. Pansy huffed before whining to Draco, who brushed her off.

The great hall went silent as Dumbledore stood. "The moment has come," said Dumbledore, smiling at us all. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to start. I would like to say a few words of explanation before we bring in the casket just to clarify the procedure that we will be following this year. But first, let me introduce, for those who do not know them, Mr. Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation" - there was a smattering of polite applause - "and Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

I pretty much zoned out after that.

"Please be very sure, therefore, that you are wholeheartedly prepared to play before you drop your name into the goblet. Now, I think it is time for bed. Good night to you all."

Theo grumbled something and I turned to him, "What was that all about? I missed it." he rolled his eyes and shot me a teasing glare. "Do you ever pay attention?"

"Nope," I said.

"You have to be seventeen and over to enter," Theo said, looking deflated.

"Wait until my-"

"Father hears about this. Yeah, we know Draco." I interrupted with a yawn. "It's not like you would have entered anyway."

"And why is that, princess?" he spat.

"You're hardly Triwizard tournament material, love." I said. Krum laughed and smiled, making most of the girls around us swoon.

"Vhere did you find this girl? She is so funny," I smirked and shot a grin at Draco, who looked livid.

"I'm going to bed now, it was nice to meet you two," I smiled and shook hands with both Viktor and Erik.

"I actually need to talk to Snape," I heard Draco mutter before standing up and following me out of the great hall.

"You think you're so special don't you Princess?" he said, grabbing my arm and spinning me around.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said calmly. "Will you please let go of my arm?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Don't act like I don't know what you're doing. You're trying to weasel your way into the pureblood elites. It's not going to work," he snapped.

I sighed, "Now why would I want to do that?"

He looked thoughtful for a moment but didn't answer. "I'm tired Draco, can you please let go of me?" I looked at him with a hopeful expression.

"You don't have me fooled, princess." He let go of my arm. "This innocent act won't work on me."

"Is it so hard to believe that I could actually be a nice person?" I turned on my heel and made my way towards the dungeons.

"Slytherins aren't supposed to be nice," he said, amused. "Do you know how infuriating my mother was after she met you at the World Cup? She wouldn't stop going on about how lovely you were. Father said it was a shame you were a blood traitor."

"Oh, was papa Malfoy upset that he couldn't make a marriage contract because I was a Blood traitor? Believe me love, I would rather face Voldemort wand -less than become a Malfoy."

"Don't say his name," he bit out harshly.

"Fear of the name only increased fear of the thing itself," I mimicked Herman.

"Stupid mudblood," he mumbled under his breath.

I narrowed my eyes at him but his angry scowl soon turned into a devilish smirk. "I know girls who would be begging to become the future Mrs Malfoy. I'm gorgeous, I'm loaded and I have a high position in pureblood society. What more could a girl want?"

I snorted. "I don't care about your money or your status, Draco. Those people you call 'friends' are; unfortunate for you."

"What do you mean by that? I'm the most popular guy in the school." He said proudly.

I sighed and turned to him, craning my neck to meet his eyes. "Look at it this way, Draco. If you were to suddenly lose all of your fortune and had to move into a one bedroom flat in London, do you really think those people you call 'friends' would want to help you or even associate with you? Do you think Pansy would be fawning all over you if you weren't rich?"

He looked at me, awestruck.

"Sorry but you needed to hear it," He continued to stare at me, looking confused.

He eventually broke out into a smile, a genuine smile. If I didn't know his evil ways I would have melted to the floor.

"You're a strange one, Amelie." My name rolled off his tongue so fluidly. It was strange hearing him say my name.

He cut in before I could respond, "Most girls would be taking advantage of this situation." He signalled how close we were to one another. We were practically chest to chest and if anyone came round the corner this would look very awkward.

I stood up on my tiptoes and whispered into his ear. "I think you'll find I'm not like most girls, Draco." I pecked his cheek and sped down the hallway towards the common room.

I never heard what Draco had mumbled as I left him standing in the hallway.

"No, you're better than most girls."

AN: Chapter 7! Woohoo!

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