The Werewolf's Daughter

25: FFS Harry!

The next day passed quickly and before Maya knew it, they were back in the Great Hall for the feast and the selection of the champions.

Maya was already starting to get fed up with the new addition of girls to the group; they wandered around in silk blue robes and constantly complained that they were cold. 'Maybe they should try wearing warmer clothes?' Maya seethed to Hermione after she heard another girl complain as they entered the Great Hall for the feast. It didn't help that she had noticed the girl from last night following her and Draco about all day.

'I am seriously going to punch that girl if she doesn't stop following us about!' Maya said, through gritted teeth to Hermione.

'Just ignore her. It's a bit weird but she isn't doing any harm.' Hermione tried to reason.

Maya grumbled and walked away from Hermione to sit down next to Draco. She placed her hand in his; they locked fingers and he lifted her hand to place a kiss on it. 'Are you ok?' he asked, aware that she had stalked away from Hermione and was now shooting her death glares across the table.

'I would be if that frog would stop following us about.'

Draco spat out the pumpkin juice he had just taken a sip of and laughed. 'Charmant.' he said, laughing. Maya glared at him.

'It's not funny. Everywhere we went today, she was there. It's weird – if it happens again I will say something!'

'Well say something, I don't mind. Just don't call her a frog or start a fight – you'll be the one in the wrong if you do!'

Maya continued to glare at Draco but didn't let go of his hand. She also moved closer to him and leaned her head on his shoulder while they waited on their food.

'Why is she bothering you so much?' he asked her, worried about Maya. He had never seen her this annoyed at anyone before.

'She isn't bothering me. Her actions are. Her following us about everywhere.'

'Maya, I know you. Normally you would just laugh off something as stupid as that – what's really wrong?'

Maya looked away from Draco and took a long drink. He was still watching her, waiting on an answer.

'Look at her Draco.' She suddenly burst out. 'Look how beautiful she is – and she's French! A romantic.'

'You think she's beautiful?' he asked, confused.

'You don't?' she responded, incredulous.

Draco shook his head 'No, I don't. But I do think you're beautiful. Are you worried she's going to turn my head or something?'

Maya blushed. 'Have you not heard about French people?'

Draco looked confused. 'You know, they're romantic but they're also good at…. other stuff. The fun romantic stuff…in the bedroom…'

Draco stared at Maya. 'Oh, and you think that would turn my head?'

Maya blushed a deeper red, 'Well I don't know. We're 14 and though I know I'm not ready to be THAT close, I don't know if you are.'

'Maya, I've told you – I'm not. Even a French woman, who by the way is nowhere near as beautiful as you – in fact she does resemble a frog a bit – will not make me change my mind.'

Draco pulled her closer, 'I hope you believe me. Have I given you any reason not to trust me?'

Maya shook her head 'Sorry.' She mumbled.

'Nothing to be sorry for – just talk to me next time you're worried about something like that.' Maya nodded and cuddled into him again, just as Dumbledore got up to make a speech.

'So, it is almost time to draw our champions! Let me tell you now, this next year will be a dangerous one; the champions will face three tasks – these will not be for the faint hearted. If you have placed your name in the cup, you are now bound by contract and if you are picked, you must participate in the tournament.

Now, as the flames have turned blue, the three champions will be picked.' The flames around the Goblet had turned blue and spat out a piece of paper, which Dumbledore caught.

'The Champion for Beauxbatons School is Miss Fleur Delacour.' A cheer erupted form the Ravenclaw table where the Beauxbatons students were sitting and a small blonde girl made her way down to the front of the hall, where Professor Dumbledore directed her to the outer chamber where the champions would wait.

'The Champion for Durmstrang is Viktor Krum!' Dumbledore shouted, as he read from the next piece of parchment. The cheer that erupted in the hall was much louder than the Beauxbatons one had been.

'Viktor Krum? Why is that name so familiar?' Maya asked, confused.

It was Ron that answered, as he was cheering with everyone else. 'He's the seeker for the Bulgarian National Team – we watched him play Maya!'

'He's a school student!?'

Before anyone could answer, Dumbledore was asking for silence.

'The Champion for Hogwarts is Cedric Diggory!' The Great Hall seemed to erupt in an explosion and apart from a few (good-hearted) boos from the Weasley twins, it seemed everyone was happy with their champion. Cedric made his way down to the outer chamber.

'That is our Champions picked; everyone else is fre-' Dumbledore stopped talking as the fire turned blue once more and spat out a piece of parchment; Dumbledore caught it in an outstretched hand. Maya noticed that he seemed to turn whiter than he already was. 'Harry Potter' the voice came out hoarse like a whisper. Then, he repeated it louder 'HARRY POTTER!'

There were gasps all around the hall and whispers of 'He's not even old enough!'

Maya turned to look at Harry – he was shocked, pale and didn't know what to do. Hermione pushed him – 'You have to go up Harry – go on!'

Harry got up slowly and made his way to the front of the hall, just like the rest of the champions, and walked through the door to the outer chamber. Maya turned and looked at Draco 'What the fu-' she was cut off by Dumbledore.

'Time for bed – go now.' He said, as he walked quickly through to the outer chamber, followed by the headmasters from the other school, McGonagall and Snape.

As they walked back to the Gryffindor common room, Hermione was talking fast, panicking. 'How did this happen? Did you see Harry's face? He was scared – he didn't do this! He didn't put his name in that goblet!'

Maya tried to reassure Hermione that everything would be ok, and that Harry would get it sorted, but she couldn't even convince herself. Harry came back to the common room to cheers and hoorays – not that she took part in any of this. Ron had long gone up to bed and Draco had gone five minutes before Harry's arrival. Only Hermione and Maya sat waiting to check if Harry was ok and what had happened; everyone else assumed he wanted this.

'Harry, are you ok?' they both asked, as he made his way over to them.

'I don't know what happened. I didn't do this – I didn't put my name in that goblet.' Harry sat down, he looked broken and scared. Maya went and sat next to him and hugged him. 'They won't let you pull out?'

'No, they all said it was binding. I have to take part.'

Hermione and Maya looked at each other, over the top of Harry's head. Both were scared for their friend.

'Harry, maybe you should go to bed – get a good night's sleep and we will speak about this in the morning.'

Harry simply nodded and slowly made his way upstairs. Hermione and Maya made their way to their room, and both fell asleep quickly.

…

The next day, Maya got dressed and made her way downstairs to meet Draco before breakfast.

'Hi' she said, smiling at him, and giving him a kiss.

'Hi' he said, yawning.

'Oh, sorry – I didn't realise I was so boring!'

Draco chuckled. 'Never – I was woken early by fighting.'

'Who?'

'Harry and Ron. From what I gather, Ron is not happy that Harry put his name in the Goblet and didn't tell him.'

'Harry didn't do this though, that's obvious. No?'

'To us yes. Imagine what it looks like to Ron though…best friend of Harry Potter, always second best, always in his shadow.'

Maya thought about it. 'I suppose it must be hard. I don't agree – Ron needs to grow up but I suppose having six siblings doesn't help. Friends are where you're meant to shine and come out your shell a bit – Ron's always pushed back in to the shadows.'

'Oh, so you think that, too do you? That I did this on purpose?'

Maya turned around at the sound of Harry's voice behind her.

'Excuse me?'

'Well. You just said you can understand Ron.'

'No, if you had heard my whole conversation, instead of a small snippet, you would know I said Ron needs to grow up, but I can understand how he feels. No, I don't think you did this – there's no way. FFS Harry, you need to realise how it looks though, right?'

'What do you mean?'

'Harry, I think Ron needs to grow up, but I do understand him – you do realise it's jealousy, right?'

'WHAT HAS HE GOT TO BE JEALOUS OF?'

'I didn't say it was reasonable, but to him it is probably easier to be mad at you right now, instead of admitting he's jealous. I don't think Ron truly believes you put your name in that Goblet though.'

Harry didn't say anything for about two minutes.

'I'm going to the owlery. I need to write to Padfoot.' Maya nodded.

Once he had left, Maya and Draco went for a walk in the grounds and discussed everything that had happened. They sat down under the tree they considered 'theirs' – Draco sat down first, and Maya lay down with her head in his lap.

'Remember how yesterday I said it was going to be an interesting year?'

'Mmhmm' he responded, stroking her hair.

'Well, it looks like it just got a lot more interesting.'

Maya had tears in her eyes. 'We just have to hope and pray that Harry is ok and comes out of this alright!'