A/N Hormones are definitely kicking in now. I was originally going to follow the book, but I just wanted this chapter over and done with so it follows the film. Sorry.

Chapter 29

The girls hadn't exactly been very impressed with the story but in all honesty Reece hadn't expected anything less from the two. After ranting for full five minutes – barely stopping for a breath during that time – Hermione had managed to offend him and appear attractive to him all at once. Ginny on the other hand had waited until the rant finished to give her opinion on the matter, and when she did say something it happened to be a simple question, simply asking why Reece had chosen Lavender Brown of all people. He didn't dare answer, telling Ginny that the girl beside him would probably hex him to hell and back. Hermione had scowled slightly at the comment and had sighed loudly when Ginny agreed with his reasoning.

Reece had stayed at The Burrow that night as well, taking up Mrs Weasley's offer of the sofa. The next morning, after helping Molly prepare breakfast, Reece once again sat in Ginny's room with the two girls. It had taken him over an hour, but with the help of Hermione and the occasional comment from Ginny, Reece had put together a letter for Mr Yaxley. The letter explained that he was safe and that he was staying at a friend's until the new term began at Hogwarts. Reece politely requested for his school things to be sent back over with Vesi at the bottom of the letter before folding it and passing the mail over to his owl.

The journey to the platform soon arrived, and to avoid suspicion Reece said goodbye to Mrs Weasley while they were still in her home. He had also hugged Ginny and Hermione together for a few moments until Ron, Fred and George began barking at him. It had been discussed just before the journey that no one was to disclose the information of Reece's whereabouts for the final days of the holidays as it would be safer for him. Ron had been against his father's idea about keeping Reece's visit a secret, but Molly had soon shut him up and promised Reece that his secret would be safe with her family. After reversing the shrinking charm Yaxley had put on his things, he made his way onto the platform by himself – strutting in one of his best sharp black suits, keeping up the arrogant Slytherin appearance.

"Lestrange." He discreetly rolled his eyes while picking up his pace slightly. Unfortunately for Reece, Draco managed to catch up, following him onto the train and into the Slytherin compartment. "I didn't see you at the World Cup." Malfoy voiced loudly as he flung his bag up onto a metal rack.

"That's because I didn't go." Reece replied dismissively. He nodded to Draco politely before making his way over to the group of Blaise, Daphne, Tracey and Pansy. "Your boyfriend is here." He snarled to Pansy while taking a seat next to Daphne.

"He's not my boyfriend." Pansy snapped in reply, flicking her hair with her hand as she did so. "You interrupted my rant Lestrange. So anyway…" Reece rolled his eyes for the second time. "Lavender Brown bumped into me when we were getting on the train, and she didn't even apologise. Ugh it was so rude and even when I coughed, hinting that I was there, the bitch completely ignored me. She just wandered off into the Gryffindor area." Suddenly Pansy's rant turned in the direction of Reece, much to his chagrin. "She thinks she's all that because you pulled her Lestrange, that's what it is. You snogged her and now she's strutting around with her skirt pulled up to her boobs thinking she's all that."

"Are you finished?" Reece questioned in a deadly calm tone as the other three looked on. He ran his hand across his jaw, sighing in annoyance when Pansy's mouth snapped shut in humiliation. "She was easy. And now she's even easier. No Slytherin wants a girl like that for anything but a shag."

"Guys." Tracey cut in. She had soon become the diffuser and was attempting to mediate the situation as the trolley woman made her way past their area. "I think we should drop this."

"Agreed." Blaise said cheerfully, leaning back and smoothly putting an arm behind Daphne. "Us Slytherins shouldn't be spatting with one another on the first day back. It's a new year, we should be excited." Reece glanced at Daphne, noticing that she hadn't said a word to anyone yet. She seemed to be comfortable with the position of Zabini's arm, but something else appeared to be bothering her immensely.

"So if you don't like slags like her then what do you like Lestrange?" Pansy questioned mischievously, ignoring the other two and focusing in on Reece. "Honestly I thought you had a thing for sluts. If that isn't your type, what is?"

"I like girls that I can actually have an intellectual conversation with." He replied sharply. The four all appeared stunned. "It may come as a shock to you all, but a slag isn't what I want. Don't get me wrong if you're gonna throw yourself at me go ahead; thing is I'm not going to look at someone who does that as relationship material, because that's shag material."

"Nice speech Lestrange." Draco remarked snidely, appearing from behind the group and sliding into the small gap beside Pansy. "Really hit me right in the heart that did." You don't have one Reece thought to himself as he bit down on his tongue to stop himself from speaking.

"I'm glad I could get such an emotional response from you, Malfoy." Once Reece had spoken, Tracey began a conversation with Blaise, leaving the other two girls to listen in on the chat between Reece and Draco. "Is there any reason you've decided to grace us with your presence or is it just the fact that you want to feel up Pansy under the table?" Pansy immediately began to blush a bright shade of crimson and Draco's arm seemed to flinch slightly, proving Reece's suspicions to be correct. "So when did this happen?" He questioned smugly, smirking at Draco as he did so.

"This summer." Draco drawled. He removed his arm from her leg, causing a sound of disapproval to come from Pansy's lips. "While you were busy fantasising about your dream intellectual girl that probably doesn't even exist." Little did he know. "I know you Lestrange. You might want smart but you're also a sex pest."

"I am not a sex pest." Reece shot back in annoyance. "I just don't see the point in waiting. And besides, it's not just shagging it's all the stuff before it as well."

"What stuff before?" Pansy questioned eagerly, looking to pick up any tips.

"I want to tease and get teased. Enough said." He told the two cheekily.


Reece sat down in between Draco and Daphne. As soon as everyone was seated and the sorting had been completed, Dumbledore rose to his feet in a somewhat merry spirit.

"Well, now we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement." As he said this, Filch opened the hall doors, running down the aisle towards Dumbledore in a comical manner. "This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well." The entire Slytherin house watched on judgementally as Filch continued to run. "You see, Hogwarts has been chosen…" Filch and Dumbledore exchanged a few whispered words before he addressed the hall once again. "So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event: The Triwizard Tournament."

"I'm entering." A large seventh year Slytherin announced to his friends further down the table.

"For those of you who do not know the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school, a single student is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint-hearted. But more of that later." Dumbledore said, lightening his tone slightly. "For now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress, Madam Maxime." Then the doors snapped open, and Reece turned to see a formation of girls all dressed in blue, making their way down the aisle gracefully. But then it hit him. These girls were French. So he looked at their faces closely, instead of mirroring the majority of the boys in the hall that were watching a lower part of the bodies. And there she was. Fleur Delacour. She took a bow at the front and made her way over to the Ravenclaw table with the rest of her school.

"Lestrange." Tracey shouted over the rabid cheers. "Isn't that the girl that kissed you on the front of the paper?" Reece smirked and nodded, turning his attention back to the foreign girls in blue.

"And now our friends from the north." Dumbledore said, silencing the crowd. "Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their high master, Igor Karkaroff." At that moment Reece didn't care about the Durmstrang students that were making their way powerfully into the hall. Because Yaxley had mentioned that name before. Karkaroff. That name rung so many bells but Reece just couldn't place it anywhere specific. When the man in white strode in however, he knew who this Karkaroff was. Yaxley hated him. Macnair hated him. Why? The man was a traitor. He sold people to the ministry to get out of Azkaban. When all had quietened down, Dumbledore rose to speak again.

"I have only two words to say to you," For some reason Malfoy snorted loudly, much to Reece's annoyance. "Tuck in." As soon as he said this the tables were filled with plates of food and Crabbe, Goyle and Bulstrode could be heard cheering from a little further down the table. Reece began piling food onto his plate, suddenly feeling hungrier than he had in a long time. On his right however, Daphne was barely eating the small amount on her plate and was instead picking it apart with her fork.

"Are you okay?" Reece asked quietly, doing his best to keep the conversation away from Malfoy and everyone else. Daphne stopped picking at her food but she refrained from replying. "Talk to me Daphne, don't just ignore me."

"Not here." She muttered softly. Reece frowned at her, picking up his goblet and taking a small drink from it. "I'll tell you what's going on just not here." That answer was good enough for Reece, and as the puddings appeared he went for a small slice of chocolate gateau while Malfoy continued to tell everyone about what his father had told him before school started. He glared up at the staff table, noticing Karkaroff seated with Snape. Even though Reece and Yaxley were on terrible terms as of late, he was still going to owl his guardian later and inform him of the appearance of the famed, mutinous traitor.

"All 'ze boys 'ere stare too." Reece spun round to notice Fleur standing behind him with a mile wide smile on her face. She had managed to cross the hall and make her way past all the Durmstrang lot while Reece had been glaring at Karkaroff.

"I'm not surprised." He replied while rising from the bench. "You look even more stunning now than you did last year." Fleur's smile had widened even further – if that was even possible.

"We need to 'ave a good catch up." She smiled, pulling him into a light hug that he returned. Reece couldn't help but chuckle, knowing that he was the number one enemy of most boys in the hall at the current moment.

"We do." He replied once they had parted. "Breakfast tomorrow?"

"Ah of course. I'll sit with you, and we can 'ave a talk while you show me the grounds." She said before leaving and going back to the Ravenclaw table, stopping to get a pudding from the Gryffindor table as she did so. Reece sat back down, grinning as he took a drink from his half empty goblet. Suddenly the hall became much quieter as everyone eagerly watched the object that was being brought to the front of the hall.

"Your attention please." Dumbledore said, silencing the hall once again. "I'd like to say a few words. Eternal glory." Those two words alone caught Reece's attention. He leant forward, crossing his arms and placing his elbows down on the table. "That is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament. But to do this, that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks. For this reason the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation Mr Bartemius Crouch." Just as Crouch began to step forward lightning struck. And although no one could be hurt, all in the hall ducked until it had been stopped. All eyes went to the man who stopped the weather. That man was Mad-Eye Moody, the former Auror.

"Jesus Christ." Blaise muttered from the other side of Daphne. "That's Alastor Moody. People say that he's caught up to half the dark wizards that are in Azkaban." Reece frowned, knowing that a comment was soon on its way.

"Do you think he was one of the Aurors that caught your dad Lestrange?" Draco whispered in a tone that could only be described as sadistic teasing. Reece shrugged, forcing back any emotion and keeping his mind blank from thoughts about such matters. He watched on as Moody stood to the side and Barty Crouch took up his place at the front.

"After due consideration the ministry as concluded that, for their own safety no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament." And at once all hell broke loose with people shouting over one another. "This decision is final." Reece just sat with a bored expression on his face, as he hadn't been interested in taking part in the whole thing to begin with.

"Silence!" Dumbledore bellowed as he used his wand to reveal a large goblet. "The Goblet of Fire." He explained as blue flames erupted from the centre. "Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament need only write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly. If chosen, there's no turning back. As from this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun."