Hey guys! –winces- . Please don't throw food at and/or otherwise kill the author. No author means no more story. Not that that makes a monumental difference, because it's been….WHOA, HOW LONG? Since I've updated. Anyway, I'm sorry guys, and thank you to my loyal readers, this story would not be what it is today, and was months ago, without you. Thank you.

A horrible case of writer's block and an inaccurate grasp on the state of the story is my reasoning for not having updated in so long. I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry….also this is short because I had to edit it to fit my current train of thought because its been so long. At least it's something?

Also, has anyone noticed that I cut Mad Eye Moody out of the story? He's hard to write in, and with the way I want the story to go, I can write it so he's not necessary. Thoughts?

Disclaimer: However many shooting stars, 11:11's, wishing fountains, birthday candles, or fallen eyelashes I wish on, I am not, and will never be the great J.K. Rowling, who owns everything in this story besides the plot.

And now, the much too long-awaited…. Chapter 7!

Harry awoke slowly in the dark; the curtains on his four-poster had been spelled shut. Suddenly, Harry sat bolt upright as realization hit him. Today was the day of the first task. He groaned and lay down again, slowly this time as dizziness overtook him on account of his lack of sleep the previous night. When the room was stationary once again, Harry stood cautiously, dressed without thinking, and trudged down the stairs to the common room where Hermione immediately accosted him in a flurry of brown frizz and robes.

"Harry! I was about to come wake you! You can't miss breakfast today. You need your strength. She backed away slightly, looking distraught. "What's your plan again?"

Harry heaved a sigh. "Well, it's not much, but—"

"How can you not have a plan?" Hermione exclaimed in that special exasperated tone of hers, cutting him off. "You're going to get hurt! What if—"

Harry felt as if his head were going to spontaneously combust, and Hermione's stressed words were a spark, burning with increasing speed down a very short fuse attached to Harry's head. This time it was his turn to interrupt her rambling.

He snapped "Look, Hermione, I never thought I'd have to say this to you of all people, but think for a second! My only talent, really, is flying, so my grand plan must somehow involve a broomstick. Then there's Petrificus Totalus, and that nifty little summoning spell you insisted I learn!" His volume now bordered on shouting. "And that, Hermione Jean Granger, is the extent of my grand master plan. Deal with it. Except that you don't really have to, because you're not the one fighting for your bloody life against a sodding DRAGON in a few hours!"

His little rant now over, he paused, took a steadying breath, and concluded; "I will see you lot at breakfast." Before turning to walk numbly out of the common room. As the portrait swung shut, he heard a muffled sob, no doubt Hermione's. He'd take crap from Ron for that later, he knew, but right now, those were not his biggest problems.

Having nowhere to go after his outburst, Harry headed straight for the Great Hall for an early breakfast. The halls were silent due to the early hour. Suddenly, something (or rather, someone) grabbed him by the back of his collar and pulled him into an empty classroom. Ironically, it happened to be the very same one he and Cedric often used as a getaway.

"Hello Harry" a smooth voice purred. Harry's body stiffened. It was Draco.

Of course it is, Harry thought. As of late, the sensual ghosts of the blonde's voice in his head had left him alone. In that moment, it all came rushing back. Heat filled his body like warm tea (er, scalding tea) as Draco ran his pale, skilled hands, cold in comparison to Harry's burning flesh, up the sides of his abdomen and under his shirt. Harry was too shocked and confused to move, his brain wasn't sending coherent messages to his mouth or limbs. Abruptly, Draco spun him around and his almost lost his balance. The blonde clutched his hips and kissed him fiercely. Draco was dominant by sheer definition, and for a moment Harry couldn't help but give in, his submissive side winning out over all logic, as thoughts and whispers of his past drowned his conscious mind.

Then sanity surfaced, and his mind screamed; Cedric! What about CEDRIC? Are you completely mad? What are you doing?

As reality hit him hard, he shoved Draco back, the blonde's bony frame hitting the floor with barely a sound. Green eyes glared at silver orbs that laughed and danced with satisfaction.

"WHAT THE FUCK MALFOY?", he shouted, "I seem to recall telling you to fuck off and never touch me again! Apparently you're too self-absorbed to comprehend that! Now, if you'll excuse me, Highness, it's time for me to go risk my life! Again!"

Harry whirled around and proceeded to stalk angrily from the room. As he reached the door, he was about to turn the handle when Draco grasped him firmly around the waist and murmured hotly in his ear; "You liked that, a little too much I might say. Didn't you Harry?"

"Yes", Harry said with no forethought. Shit, the git had him cornered now.

"Thought so", Draco whispered. He paused, and it was just his hot breath ghosting over Harry's neck until; "

"Harry?", Draco asked, sounding strangely small and vulnerable.

"Yes?" Harry asked, curious, but growing increasingly irritated all the same.

"I really hope you don't die."

Okay all, I know this took forever and basically sucks but please, please review and let me know if I still have readers and if this is worth picking up again. Three reviews and I'll write another chapter, okay? A thousand apologies, again… .