Lying in bed, he envisioned himself becoming the Hogwarts champion. Hoodwinking the judges into thinking he was seventeen…he was Harry Potter; he could manage that easily.
He saw himself holding the cup triumphantly in front of all three schools… accepting the sack of galleons…he had won the Triwizard Tournament.
Hundreds of students cheering and applauding, features blurring together in the crowd…only one face stood out.
For some reason, it was Malfoy's familiar blond hair and pointed cheekbones that were glowing with admiration.
The last thing he remembered before he fell asleep were those silver eyes, filled with joy, awe, and…pride?