And I never had someone to call my own, oh nah

Azalea stormed out of a meeting with Headmaster Dumbledore. She was stuck competing in the Triwizard Tournament, there was nothing that he could, or would, do to get her out of this. This was bad. This was very bad. She didn't want to compete. She didn't need the money, and she hated the fame that she already had. There was no point in her entering, and she was also underage.

She made her way back to Gryffindor tower and headed up to the common room. But as soon as she entered the room, it was like all eyes were on her. Everyone glared at her.

"You're not the real Hogwarts Champion, Cedric deserved it so much more than you did!"

"You stole it from Cedric!"

"How did you get past the age line? It was supposed to be unbeatable!"

Azalea hurried past her fellow housemates and rushed up the spiral staircase to the girls' dormitory. She was in a living hell, no one believed that she didn't enter own name into the Goblet of Fire. It was like no one here had lived and grown up with her for the past four years.

She was just on the stairs when she heard Ron call out to her,

"Oi mate! Wait up, you know i can't go up there with you."

"Hello Ron. What did you need?"

"I wanted to ask you how you put your name into the goblet? I thought you didn't want to compete. Come on mate, just tell me and I won't be mad."

"Ron I'm telling you! I didn't put my name in the goblet!"

"Mhm sure you didn't. I thought we were friends."

"I DIDN'T PUT MY GODDAM NAME INTO THE GOBLET OF FIRE! I'LL EVEN SWEAR ON MY OWN MAGIC THAT I DIDN'T!" she shrieked, fed up with all the lies and rumors.

It was one thing to be accused by others, but to be accused by her very best friend, Ron? That was way too far. She stormed back down the stairs, out of the common room, and away from the tower. She wandered around, not paying any attention to where her feet were taking her, and before she knew it she was on the fourth floor, somewhere.

She bumped into someone's chest and started to fall backwards, but was caught by said person by grabbing her upper arms. The person steadied her on her feet so she wouldn't fall again. When they touched, she felt a shock and a rush of warmth in her chest. Oh no. She looked up to see startled silver grey eyes. Double oh no!

Oh god no! Malfoy? Him of all people? Her arch nemesis? Death eater Jr? His father had tried to kill her in second year, how was this going to work out?

Draco muttered a soft, "Potter?" and his eyes became incredibly intense.

She blushed softly at the look. He noticed and gave her a hungry look.

"Malfoy what-"

He interrupted her, "I think at this point you can call me Draco, soulmate."

She stuttered out, "D-Draco? How is this? Your family hates me/ How is this going to work? You hate me..." she trailed off nearly in tears.

"Come now love, I don't hate you. I couldn't ever hate you. And I don't care what my parents think. You are mine as much as I am yours. Mine to love and mine to hold."

She grabbed at the front of his shirt with a desperate glint in her eyes.

"You do believe me, right?" she asked gently. "You believe me that I didn't put my name into the goblet of fire?"

"Love, you have never lied a single day in your life. Not then, not now, and not ever. No matter how much of a danger magnet you are, aren't you."

She dropped her forehead against his chest and let out a relieved sob. He kissed the top of her head affectionately.

"It's okay, I got you, I'm here for you." he comforted her.

"I don't know what to do. I don't want to compete, I don't want to fight again! What happens if i die?"

"You won't die!" Draco said fiercely. "We will figure this out. I promise."

She pulled his head down to hers and smashed their lips together in a needy kiss.

"You know, I've never had someone to call my own"

And I never had someone to call my own, oh nah