This story takes place in Harry and Draco's fourth year. I have used some of the text from the book and movie, as well as some of the plot line. So before you start sending me nasty reviews, I'm telling you now and stating that I am not claiming it to be mine. This story is based on the events of the Tri-wizard Tournament coming from Draco's and Fleur. The required lines from this challenge are in italics. Challenge posted by Crystalcloud. Harry Potter and all related characters are property of J.K. Rowling©, Scholastic Books©, Bloomsbury Publishing© and Warner Bros©. Since I am none of the above I own only the original parts of the storyline and any non-published characters. This story is rated teen for mild language and violence. With that said please enjoy my story and feel free to review.

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Draco Malfoy & The Goblet Of Fire

Chapter One

The Tri-wizard Tournament

Albus Dumbledore rose from his seat at the head table as Minerva Mc Gonagall taped her fork to her goblet causing the room to quiet down.

"Before I allow you to enjoy your start of term feast, we have some business to take care of. Some seven hundred years ago The Tri-wizard Tournament was first established 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. This year Hogwarts will host this legendary event. "Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Tri-wizard 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 seventeen years or older will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. 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 to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected. With that said I would like to introduce you to the strapping young men of Durmstrang and the lovely ladies of Beauxbatons"

The Durmstrang men entered displaying their strength and agility with an impressive routine up the center isle to the head table. Draco Malfoy slowly lowered his goblet of pumpkin juice as the Durmstrang students moved to the side and the ladies of Beauxbatons entered the room. Dressed all in blue they were a vision of beauty as they breezed down the isle, but one of them had his attention more then the rest. She was beautiful with her long silvery-blonde hair that almost fell to her waist with pale skin and deep blue eyes. Coming some what out of his stupor he glanced around the Great Hall and saw many of the other boys looking at her. Not really caring he knew he could have her if he wanted her. However he was not happy that famous Harry Potter and the weasel seemed to be smitten with her as well. That would never do, now he had all the reason to go after the pretty French girl. When the exchange students were permitted to find seats Draco caught her eye, smiling as she made her way over to him.

"Bonjour"

"Bonjour" Draco mimicked back.

"Peux-je m'asseoir ici?" ("May I sit here?") she asked gesturing toward the bench.

Draco did not understand a word she said but smiled at her and also gestured to the place next to him. When she sat down he let out a small sigh relieved he had translated her hand movements correctly.

"Quel est votre nom?" (What is your name?")

Draco was now very lost. She had made no body movements to convey what she said. Trying to figure out any of it he noticed she was staring at him.

"Parlez-vous le français?" (Do you speak French?") she asked

"Oui, mais seulement un petit." (Yes, but only a little)

"Désolé," (Sorry) she paused for a moment. "I can speak English just not perfect."

"It's ok, I can understand you. What did you ask me before?"

"I asked you your name?" she laughed "when you looked lost I figured you did not understand."

"My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." Taking her hand and kissing it.

She laughed again, smiling. "I am Fleur Delacour. Will you be entering the tournament?"

Draco put a look of sorrow on his face before he answered her. "I wish I could but they think I'm too young to handle it. I should get my father to pay someone off so I could be in it."

"Vous pensez c'est tout de l'argent ne fait pas vous?"

"Huh?"

"I said you think it's all about money don't you?"

"No it's not all about the money but it sure does help."

Looking up at him she smiled as she tried to suppress her laughter.

"What are you laughing at Fleur?" Draco asked trying to keep his temper he was not used to being laughed at.

"Drago, quel est que sur votre visage?"

"Your speaking French again, love."

"Sorry, I said Draco, What is that on your face?" she reached up and wiped the corner of his mouth. Pulling her hand away she first inspected it before showing it to him. "I think it is how do you say gâteau de chocolat" pointing at the chocolate cake on the table.

"Chocolate Cake, and I think you right." He muttered

Bringing her finger up to her lips she put the bit of cake in her mouth smiling.

"Délicieux, (Yummy) I wonder if the cake is really that sweet or you made it that way."

Draco was getting hot and fast, what the hell he thought it's not like I never been with a girl before.

"I must go Draco, I will see you again." Standing she bent forward and placed a kiss on both of Draco's cheeks. Before Draco could fully recover she was gone.