Well, this chapter is much longer than I expected it to be. Sorry it has been taking me so long to update, I have been writing, but it has mostly only came in short bursts of inspiration.

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Draco Malfoy immersed himself in the crowd of red and gold besides the lake. Although he wasn't the most popular member of Gryffindor House, if he sat anywhere else he knew that the Slytherins would try something. Besides the whole "traitor who got re-sorted into Gryffindor" thing, he had made himself even more unpopular by giving witness at his father's trial. He had been able to provide evidence that he was a Death Eater and that he had locked away his only son in a hospital for more than four years because he didn't share the same views. It was more than enough of a revenge to see him carted off to Azkaban.

In short, he was Slytherin's Public Enemy Number Two (directly after the Boy Who Lived). Draco would be flattered - if he wasn't so terrified.

Neville came to stand beside him. "You're the one who told Harry that I knew about Gillyweed, aren't you, Draco?"

"I didn't tell Harry, I told Hermione." Draco shrugged, remembering the weird polyjuice conversation from last night.

He gasped in pain and surprise when Neville punched him in the arm. Draco stared at his fellow Gryffindor in incomprehension. "What?" He spluttered.

"That's for keeping me up all night! Harry was asking too many questions and I couldn't get back to sleep!" It was possibly the first time Draco had ever seen Neville properly angry. He made a mental note never to upset the boy when he was sleep-deprived. "Next time Harry has to do some impossible task, give him a hint when it isn't the night before said impossible task!"

Draco awkwardly took a step back, not trusting Neville to punch him again. His arm throbbed in pain. Around them, people were starting to notice the commotion. Draco groaned, as the Slytherins began laughing about how he got beaten up by Neville Longbottom of all people.

"I'll keep that in mind." Draco told him, rubbing his arm where a bruise was beginning to form. "No doubt, he'll have another impossible task to face sometime soon."

Neville gave a snort at that and Draco found himself relax a little, as the Second Task was about to begin. Ludo Bagman was lining up the champions along the shore of the lake and Draco watched as Harry shivered, only wearing a pair of greying swimming trunks.

"One... two... three!" Bagman roared and three-quarters of the champions dived into the lake. Harry simply waded in until waist-deep and ate something he had been holding, something slimy that Draco hadn't noticed before. Jeers had already started coming from the Slytherin crowd. Turning to Neville, Draco noticed that he was on the edge of his seat, knuckles white.

Not wanting further injuries (Neville was surprisingly strong), Draco didn't comment on it and joined him in staring at Harry expectantly. Abruptly, he stiffened in pain and began to clutch at his throat. Draco's eyes flicked to Neville in panic. Was this supposed to happen?

He wasn't given much time to consider it though, as Harry flung himself into the lake. Draco's breath froze inside his throat, as he waited for Harry to come up for air. Only he didn't.

"Well, that was either very good or very bad." Neville told him, his knuckles still white and clutching the edge of his seat. Draco couldn't help but agree. The Gryffindors around them took note of their exchange. Draco gulped as one of the notorious Weasley twins leaned forward to speak in his ear.

"If you're responsible for that stuff Harry just ate, you better hope that he lives." The first one said.

"Otherwise, the pranks you've seen so far are absolutely cute compared to what will happen." Said the second redhead.

"But if he does survive"

"And he wins this task"

"We might possibly forgive you"

Draco glared at them. "Forgive me for what? I haven't done anything to you!"

"Ah, Gred, it seems like Malfoy here is suffering from memory loss."

"Seems like it, Forge. Doesn't he remember what a git he was for the last four years?"

"Gryffindor sucks this,"

"Weasleys are scum that," The back-and-forth nature of their monologue was giving Draco a headache.

"My father will hear about this every other sentence." That phrase was one his imposter had overused and an expression the real Draco Malfoy would never have used willingly.

"But don't worry,"

"We will actually consider forgiving you."

"The pranks might even stop and everything." It was all Draco could do to stop himself from screaming in their faces that he never did any of that stuff, but in the end he didn't have to.

Neville looked at the twins. In his sleep-deprived state, he actually managed to appear quite intimidating. "Actually, it was me who gave Harry the gillyweed, so stop trying to annoy Malfoy." His tone of voice made no room for argument and the twins began to seem rather nervous.

"Honestly" and "Sounded like mum" were all he managed to catch, before the twins made their escape. Suddenly, cheers broke out through the crowd and the Gryffindors craned their necks towards the water, but only saw Cedric Diggory and... was that Cho?

Draco stared at Neville in horror. "They have to rescue people down there?" Neville looked a little green. Both wondered who was left down there. Draco scanned the crowd. Fleur had returned to the surface while they were arguing with Fred and George, but she didn't appear to have anyone with her.

Another shout of applause came, but this time, it was mostly from the Durmstrang crowd, their Headmaster one of the loudest. Draco watched as Victor Krum emerged from the water, his eyes widening as he realised it was Hermione Granger he had with him. "There's no way Harry would leave Hermione down there." Draco watched as he saw an identical expression of dread spread across Neville's face. Where was Harry?

Ignoring Neville's exclamations of protest, Draco pushed his way through the crowd until he reached the judges and Madam Pomfrey. Hermione and the others were wrapped in thick blankets, while Fleur was hiccoughing in an undignified way and clutched onto Madame Maxime's robes. However, Draco was stopped from coming any closer by a red haired boy with horned glasses.

"No one is allowed past this point."

"But-"

The red head sniffed. "Not even your father's influence will get you past me, Malfoy. To think that he used to work at the Ministry!"

Neville appeared beside Draco. "Get out of the way Percy, we just want to make sure that Hermione is alright."

"I couldn't possibly-"

"Then where's Ron?" Draco demanded, all of the pieces finally falling into place. He hadn't seen him all morning, or last night in the dormitory. As much as his annoying, ginger dorm-mate was concerned, Draco wouldn't mind never seeing him ever again, but he wouldn't wish something like this to happen to him.

Percy looked surprised. "Well, I suppose he-" His eyes widened as he realised where his younger brother was. A lot of colour left his face and he let the two Gryffindors pass.

"Well, what now?" Said an irritated Neville, as they reached the judges' table. Draco made a mental note to give him a pillow as soon as they made sure Harry was alive. He was about to admit that he had no idea what to do now, because if Harry Potter died at the bottom of the Black Lake trying to rescue Weasley of all people, there was very little he or Neville could do.

And then, a screeching sound filled the air, as Ron, Harry and a girl appeared on the surface of the lake, surrounded by merpeople. Percy and Fleur charged towards them, enveloping their siblings in hugs before they even left the lake. Neville attempted to join them in congratulating Harry, but Draco grabbed the sleeves of his robes.

"He's alive. We didn't kill him with a bad batch of gillyweed." Draco told him. He towed Neville behind him, still holding his sleeve. "We can learn the results later, but right now, you need to sleep." As brilliant as Neville was, Draco didn't trust him not to punch Harry instead of congratulate him, after keeping him up for an entire night, then convincing him that he was dead. In that moment, Draco completely forgot about the terrible feeling he had about his imposter and raced the Weasley twins back to Gryffindor Tower, hoping that he could get Neville tucked up before they started releasing fireworks.