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Chapter 18
It was pouring when the got to King's Cross the next day. The two boys quickly boarded the train, wanting to escape the pounding water. Lucius and Narcissa saw them off. Veneficus had wound himself around Harry's neck, hanging there loosely. He had grown over the past few years; it wouldn't be long before Harry couldn't get away with having the snake with him at school. Veneficus hissed softly at him, wrapping his tail around his arm. Augur was staying with Draco's parents until Narcissa sent their supply of sweets and cakes. She did that every month at least, sometimes more. As the train rolled out of the station Harry leaned his head on Draco's shoulder.
"We should go bother the weasel." Draco said, stroking his hair absently. Harry nodded in agreement, "Your hair's getting long, it's pretty." He smiled, brushing it behind his ears.
Harry smiled, "Let's go bother the weasel and Mudblood, I wonder if they know what's going to happen this year."
"Well, the weasel's father does work at the ministry." The blonde pointed out.
He shrugged, "Maybe he will, maybe he won't." As he spoke he got to his feet and went to the door of their compartment, "Come on."
Draco smiled and the two of them walked out. Harry laughed softly when they found them. Weasley was showing a tiny figurine of Krum, the seeker from the Bulgarian team, to Longbottom. Neville was looking at it happily while Weasley spoke.
"We saw him right up close, as well. We were in the Top Box…"
Draco couldn't help but interrupt, "For the first and last time in your life, Weasley."
Harry chuckled softly, "Weasley…what is that?" Harry asked, looking a maroon sleeve with a moldy lace cuff hanging over an owl cage.
Before Weasley could react, Draco grabbed the sleeve and pulled it out, "Look at this!" He said, laughing, holding it up for all to see, "Weasley, you weren't thinking of wearing these, were you? I mean, they were very fashionable in about eighteen ninety…"
"Eat dung, Malfoy!" Weasley said, blushing brightly, his face was the same color as his robes. He grabbed them from him while Harry and Draco laughed loudly.
"So…going to enter, Weasley? Going to try and bring a bit of glory to the family name? There's money involved as well, you know…you'd be able to afford some decent robes if you won…"
"What are you talking about?" Weasley snapped.
"Are you going to enter?" Harry said before Draco could repeat it.
"Either explain what you're on about or go away, Malfoy." Granger said over the top of her book.
"Don't tell me you don't know? You've got a father and brother at the Ministry and you don't even know? My god, my father told me about it, heard it from Cornelius Fudge. But then, Father's always associated with the top people at the Ministry, maybe your father's too junior to know about it, Weasley. Yes, they probably don't talk about important stuff in front of him." The two of them laughed and left, they had their fun.
"I can't believe he didn't know! That was priceless, I'm not surprised he has to wear those robes either, this is rich!" Harry laughed, leaning against a wall for support.
Draco laughed with him, leaning against him and the wall, "Let's get back to our compartment." He said through his laughter.
Once they were inside Draco laid a soft, sweet kiss on Harry's lips, purring. Harry blinked in surprised but returned it happily, pressing close to the blonde as the rain streamed down the windows. Draco's hands slide down his back, pressing closer.
"Oh, would you two get a room!" Someone said from the door.
They pulled away quickly, startled. Blaise Zabini was standing in their door with Crabbe and Goyle. Draco chuckled softly while Harry sat there blushing, "We have one, this is our compartment after all." He said with a smile.
Harry buried his head in the blonde's shoulder, still blushing, "Well, the train isn't the best place for your first time." Blaise chuckled softly.
"Trust me; this is not going to be the place for our first time." He purred, "I have that all planned."
"Draco!" Harry blushed very brightly, play hitting him.
He smiled, "Well, I do. It's not good for a Malfoy not to plan, love. You'll learn what being a Malfoy is. You're going to be part of my family after all."
"I still have to learn what being a…" He started, then stopped as he remembered he had an audience.
Draco chuckled, "Yes you do love, but you'll learn plenty this up coming year."
"You two are adorable, you know that?" Blaise said with a smile, "You're lucky, I don't know who my parents are going to make me marry. I think the two of you are a great match." He smiled, then looked thoughtful, "One thing I don't understand is that if your father and Potter were enemies how did the two of you become engaged?" Harry shrugged, he knew the answer but wasn't sure if he should tell Blaise or not. They were supposed to keep his lineage a secret after all, "Oh well, it's not really important. I just hope I'm as lucky as you are Draco." He said before walking out, "I'll see you guys when we get to school." He said, waving to them.
They waved back. Crabbe and Goyle followed Blaise out. Ever since Harry and Draco had started hanging out together they had dismissed the two goons, not feeling as though they really needed bodyguards. The two of them had started following Blaise around. He didn't really care if they did or not so they continued doing it.
"Now where were we?" Draco asked, pulling Harry close, "Oh yes, I remember." He smiled, kissing him softly, his hands sliding down his back.
Harry groaned softly into his mouth, wrapping his arms around him, and pressing close. A low purr escaped Draco's lips as he pulled him flush against him. Carefully he slid a hand inside Harry's robes, brushing lightly over his chest. The green-eyed boy moaned and arched into his touch.
"Drac." He moaned, "We're almost there."
He sighed and pulled back, pouting slightly, "You're spoiling my fun."
"I'm sorry but this isn't really the place." He said, nuzzling him.
He sighed, "I know, I know, let's change into our robes."
Quickly they changed; Draco really wanted to continue where they had left off. Harry sat in his lap, head resting on his shoulder, "We're almost there." He said softly, yawning slightly, "And you're really comfy."
Draco smiled, wrapping his arms around him, "Too bad, isn't it?" He questioned, nibbling lightly on his ear.
He groaned softly, "Cut it out Drac, we're almost there." He didn't really want him to stop but he was being practical. It wouldn't do for a teacher to see them in such a compromising position, "You can cuddle and kiss me tonight when we go to bed." He said firmly.
The horseless carriages were awaiting them when they arrived, as well as more rain. It was coming down in icy sheets as they boarded the carriages. Draco and Harry managed to get one to themselves; Harry spent the ride from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts leaning against the blonde wizard. When the carriages stopped they quickly jumped out, running quickly into the entrance hall, soaking wet.
"Gah, I hate this!" Harry said, shaking some of the water off.
Draco chuckled softly. Suddenly a large water balloon descended from the air landing right on Weasley's head. Draco and Harry burst into laughter. Another balloon splashed against the floor. McGonagall came running in, yelling at the culprit, Peeves, the resident poltergeist. They hurried into the Great Hall before they could get pelted by falling balloons. They took their seats at the Slytherin table, waiting for the Sorting to begin and the food to be placed before them. The doors swung open and the first years were ushered in. They looked positively soaked and one was wearing Hagrid's large coat, obviously something had happened on their way across the lake. The room went silent as the hat began its song.
A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts School began.
Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favorites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?
'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell where you belong!
Applause rang out through the hall when it finished and McGonagall began to read off names, "Ackerly, Stewart!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Baddock, Malcolm!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
Harry and Draco cheered as he sat down at the table. Welcoming to the house of snakes. They half listened to the continuation of the sorting, just listening for other Slytherin. If no one else would cheer for them then they wouldn't cheer for the other houses, not that they would have cheered Gryffindor for any reason as it is.
"Pritchard, Graham!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
Another round of cheers and applause came from the Slytherin table. Harry and Draco once again welcomed him. It didn't take much longer for the sorting to come to a close and for Dumbledore to stand. He smiled at all of them, "I have only two words to say to you. Tuck in."
The tables filled with food and they began to eat. Even though they were hungry, both Harry and Draco, as well as the rest of the Slytherins, had impeccable manners. Through the course of their meal Harry glanced over at the Gryffindor table. Granger and Weasley were talking to their house's ghost. Apparently something that was said upset Granger as she put her knife and fork down, pushing it away. Harry scowled, wondering what her problem was, it was perfectly good food.
"Look at the Mudblood." Harry said softly to the blonde by his side.
Draco looked over and laughed, "I wonder what he problem is." He said, continuing to eat, "Something wrong with her dinner?" He questioned, taking another bite of food.
Harry smiled, "Seems like it."
Finally dinner was finished and the tables were cleared, "So! Now that we are all fed and watered, I must ask for you attention, while I give out a few notices." Dumbledore said, looking out over the sea of students, "Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office, if anybody would like to check it. As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forest on the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all below third year." He paused for a moment, "It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year." He said, waiting for the commotion from his announcement to die down. Harry and Draco looked at each other in shock. They may not have played but they did enjoy it, "This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy, but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts…"
The door slammed open and all heads turned to look. A man with dark grey hair, odd, mismatched eyes, and scars walked in. He limped and it was obvious as to why if you listened. The sound of a wooden clunk could be heard as he walked. He stopped in front of the head table and shared a few words with Dumbledore before sitting to the right of him. He began to eat from a plate of sausages. The strange blue eye rolled around in the socket, gazing at everything and nothing.
"May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher? Professor Moody." His voice was bright and happy. The entire hall was silent, not a single word passed any of their lips, "As I was saying." Dumbledore continued, "We are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."
"You're JOKING!" One of the two Weasley twins said, loud enough for the whole hall to hear.
Harry and Draco chuckled, already knowing about the Tournament, "I am not joking, Mr. Weasley, though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar…" He started but the sound of McGonagall clearing her throat loudly brought him back to the topic at hand, "Er…but maybe this is not the time…no…Where was I? Ah yes, the Triwizard Tournament…well, some of you will not know what this tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wander freely."
As he spoke Veneficus decided to make himself known, Master, I'm cold. He grumbled
Harry rolled his eyes, Hush, I'll warm you up after the idiot is done speaking. Can't have you running around out in the open when I'm not even supposed to have you.
"The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools took it in turns to host the tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities…until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued. There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the tournament, none of which has been very successful. However, our own departments of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time; no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger. The heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place at Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money." He paused for a moment, "Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts, the heads of the participating schools along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age, that is to say, seventeen years or older, will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. This is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below sixth and seventh year will be able to cope with them. I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champion. I therefore beg you not to waste your time submitting yourself if you are under seventeen." The entire student body was disgruntled at hearing about the restriction, "The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October and remaining with us for the greater part of this year. I know that you will all extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us, and will give your whole-hearted support of the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected. And now, it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop chop!"
With a sigh they all made their way towards their dorms, Draco and Harry side-by-side. Veneficus hissed disgruntled from beneath his robes. Harry hissed back at him sharply. Draco chuckled softly.
"Veneficus angry?" He questioned with a smile.
"Yes." Harry grumbled, "He won't stop complaining about being cold."
"Well, he is a snake. They are cold blooded."
Harry rolled his eyes, "I know that." He said, stopping in front of the entrance to their common room. A prefect had told them the password at dinner so they wouldn't have to walk down with the first years, "Darkness Falls." He said absently. The wall slid open and the two of them walked in, "Let's go to bed, I'm tired. That way Veneficus can warm up too." He sighed and walked into their room, Draco pounced him once they were inside, pressing him onto the bed and laying kisses all over his neck and face. Harry laughed softly, squirming, "H-Hey!" He said, Veneficus slithered off his arm and curled up in the blankets with a happy hiss.
Draco pulled back, looking down at him, "Are you complaining? Don't like attention from me now?" He questioned, gazing into his emerald eyes.
"I do but it's late and we have to actually get up in the morning. But I do want to cuddle with you." He purred, running his hands down his back.
He smiled, "Alright. I can live with that." He purred, beginning to strip his companion. Slipping his school robe off his shoulders, "You know what?" He questioned, looking down at him with a smile, "You're gorgeous." Harry blushed and Draco finished stripping him, "Ego te amo." He whispered, stripping himself, "Now get in bed so I can cuddle with you." He demanded with a smile.
Harry eagerly jumped under the blankets, looking up at him, waiting for him to join. Draco slunk under the covers with him, wrapping his arms around him and holding him close, "Ego te amo." Harry replied, laying his head on his chest.
A large chunk of this was taken directly from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. In my copy it's on pages 168-169 and 176-189. I'm sure you can tell what parts came from the book, if you can't then you haven't read it yet.
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