Chapter Two

The World's Greatest

Draco did not see Fleur until dinner the next night. He was just starting to get into a conversation with her when he was cut off by Dumbledore standing in the front of the Great Hall.

"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision. I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber where they will be receiving their first instructions."

He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, the room was plunging into a state of semidarkness. The Goblet of Fire now shone more brightly than anything in the whole Hall, with it's sparkling bright, blue flames. Everyone watching and waiting, Draco took his chances in grabbing Fleur hand in the darkness giving it a squeeze, which she retuned to his delight. The flames inside the goblet turned suddenly red. Sparks began to fly from it. In the next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air sending a charred piece of parchment fluttering out of it. The whole room gasped as Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue.

"The champion for Durmstrang, will be Viktor Krum."

A storm of applause and cheering swept the Hall. Viktor Krum rose from the Slytherin table and slouched up toward Dumbledore, turning right he entered into the next chamber. The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone's attention was focused again on the goblet as it turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.

"The champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour!"

Draco was hugged by a very happy Fleur putting him into shock. She got gracefully to her feet shaking back her sheet of silver blonde hair, and swept up between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables. When Fleur too had vanished into the side chamber, the Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment.

"The Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory!"

Everyone started to calm down when the fire in the goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, pushing out another piece of parchment.

Dumbledore reached out and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read to every one shock.

"Harry Potter."

Draco was thrown out of his stupor when he heard Harry's name. "Oh bloody hell," he thought "what has Potter done now?"

After much ciaos, Harry was pushed through the door that the others had passed through. Ending all hope of finding out what had happened now. Hell, he would just have to get it out of Fleur later.

"It is not right, he should not be allowed!"

"Fleur calm down"

"But, your school has a champion. Why do you get two?"

"You don't know about famous Harry Potter. He has a way of getting his nose where it don't belong."

"I still don't like it."

"I don't blame you, I don't myself. So what do you have to do for the first task?"

"They didn't tell us. They just said we could use our wands." She pouted

Draco took his thumb and ran it gently across her lips. "Don't worry love, I sure whatever it is you can handle it."

Fleur smiled at him before turning away "Come, let us get some dinner"

Draco followed her somewhat dumbstruck. It was not usual for him to allow a girl to lead. Something about Fleur took over his better judgment and he followed her without really thinking about it. After dinner they left the Great Hall heading for the main doors of the castle. Placing his hand in the small of her back, he steered her out the doors heading for her carriage. The gentle wind blew Fleur's long hair, causing Draco's breath to catch in his throat. She looked like an angel. Stopping just short of her carriage, she turned and looked him in his eyes.

"Thank you, for your support, Drago." (Draco) Before Draco could say anything she bent down and kissed him full on the lips, her tongue tracing their outline. Draco had barely processed what was happening when it was over.

"Au revoir" (Bye) she said as she turned away

"Au revoir" (Bye) Draco pushed out as she disappeared into her carriage.