I Am Draco Malfoy-Potter

Chapter Eight: Calling Names

"Alaster Moody." The ugly face turned as the man finished writing his name on the board and Harry had to scowl to himself.

"Ministry malcontent, and your new defense against the dark arts teacher." He paused and walked around to try and intimidate students. Harry knew what this teacher was doing, it was a method Snape used a lot.

"I'm here because Dumbledore asked me, end of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions?" he wasn't really asking if anyone has a question, just checking to see if his intimidation managed to sink in. When no one answered he was satisfied. "When it comes to the dark arts, I believe in a practical approach. But first, which of you can tell me how many unforgivable curses there are."

Hermione's had instantly went up as always. Moody raked her with a sneer and Harry frowned, that was not how teachers usually looked at Hermione, it must have taken her by surprise too because her hand faltered in the air. It went down completely when he nodded at her.

"Three, sir." She answered dutifully.

"And they are called so because...?" He asked again, expecting her answer.

"Because they are unforgivable. Use of any one of them will..." She pasued not really wanting to continue.

Moody smiled wickedly "Will earn you a one way ticket to Azkaban. Correct." He paced the front of the class, limping as he went. "Now the ministry says you're too young to see what these curses do. I say different!" He looked around at the impressionable faces. "You need to know what you're up against, you need to be prepared," His mechanical eyes moved to Seamus as the student tried to sneak a piece of gum under his desk. "you need to find somewhere else to put your gum other than the underside of your desk Mr. Finnigan!"

Someone with one brave soul decided to bate the wild crocodile. "Aw no way, the old codger can see out the back of his head."

Moody didn't take it well, throwing a piece of chalk into the crowd of students in anger. His eyes went crazy as he looked around for an easy target. "So, which curse shall we see first? Weasley!"

Ron jumped and looked around to see if any of his siblings were here, but nope, Moody was staring right at him. "Yes..." He asked slowly, not liking the situation he was in.

This wasn't right. Even as the thought went through Harry's head, Ron gave him a curse to use. Imperious. When the mad man brought out a deadly spider, everyone back up in their seats, Harry included. Harry wanted to stand up and protest to this absurd lesson, but he didn't. He was glued to his chair as Moody cast the imperus curse on the spider and sent if flying. It was headed towards Draco face, but something happened that no one was expecting.

Draco growled and blasted the damned spider with a cutting curse, not saying anything as it was cut in half and landed on Neville's desk. The poor boy screamed and scrambled to get out of his seat and away from the damn thing.

Moody stared in shock for mere moments before he marched up to Draco and grabbed his collar.

"What do you think you're doing!?" Moody screamed at the blond's face. Draco showed no emotion as he slapped Moody's hand off of his and pressed his wand to the man's throat. The man stilled as if he was scared, but Draco new better, it wasn't fear. This man wasn't afraid of death. Otherwise he wouldn't be deep into the belly of the beast.

"What do you think you are doing Professor Moody." Draco spit the last two words out with so much malice that Harry actually did think that Moody was scared now. "These are 15 year old children you are trying to scare. You are no teacher and you don't belong here. If you are smart you will stay away from me. I know who you are Junior...and you don't scare me."

Draco had whispered, but in the silence of the room his whisper had been heard by everyone, and a quiet chatter broke out. The blond kept his eyes on Moody's face. No, that couldn't possibly be...it was. Moody was scared. No, not Moody...this Death Eater in disguise was scared shitless of Draco right now. Draco never felt so powerful.

Without further delay, Draco sat back down and looked up at his 'teacher'.

"Continue your class, Professor Moody." Again that same malice. It actually took longer than five minutes for Moody to collect himself as he went back up to the front and cleared his throat, glaring daggers at everyone but avoiding Draco completely.

The class went about the way Moody had prepared, but he refrained from casting the curses, instead simply asking for their name and what they do. When the killing curse came up, he allowed himself some freedom.

"The killing curse." He starts, eyes going around until he landed on Harry Potter. "Only one person is known to have survived it. And he's sitting in this room." He walks closer to Harry's desk and scowls, taking a drink of his flask again, just as he had during the Welcome Dinner.

"Brilliant Malfoy! Did you see his face! What the hell got into you!" Ron's voice was excited as he followed behind Malfoy. This sight shocked everyone, Draco himself most of all, but he held it back.

Harry followed along looking at the Slytherin with curious eyes. This happened to Draco once before. He knew something so what wasn't he telling them. Hermione was in much the same state Harry was in, but he was scowling at the blond for raising his wand to a teacher.

"He is no teacher!" Draco hissed. "He's a Death Eater! What do you think is in that flask he drinks? Fire Whiskey?"

The three Griffindor's froze in place.

"What?" Hermione asked again. Draco paused in his anger and looked back, the surprised faces of the three people most important to him made him laugh a bit.

"You guys look so stupid right now." He laughed out loud this time, shaking his head. Their eyes were all wide like an anime character and their mouths were hanging open, really no one would be able to look at that without laughing.

Harry closed his mouth with a snap and glared at Draco.

"Can you get serious please!" Harry hit Draco's shoulder and the blond laughed harder.

"Harry, calm down love. It's not that serious. He won't do anything, not on his own, and anything that happens, I will protect you." He smiled at his Griffindor. "You trust me don't you?"

Harry stopped and looked at Draco before he looked at his two friends. This had been the way he had acted with Draco all summer, but it was probably new to Ron and Hermione, and he was right. Their faces yelled confusion and Ron's held disgust. Harry's heart sunk.

"Did he just call you 'love'!" Ron asked out loud and Draco laughed again at his face from behind Harry who had to admit that Ron did look entertaining.

Then it hit him. Draco just called him 'love'...He didn't know exactly how to feel about that.

Draco looked at Harry once he stopped laughing, his eyes turning soft. Harry wasn't running away. That was good enough. He put a hand on Harry's shoulder and made the green eyes he loved so much meet his own.

"Whatever you feel right now is okay. Even after finding out all you have, you are still here smiling at me. That's enough. In the future we have children and we're married, but it doesn't have to happen in this time." Draco tried to calm the boy down, but it seemed to only panic the boy.

Scorpius, Leonis, Lilian, Jamie...those faces that resembled his own in so many ways, those faces of innocent children that smiled and laughed so openly. Harry didn't like the idea of them not existing.

Hermione noticed Harry's face and walked up to him. She knew what he was feeling as her eyes strayed over to Ron who was looking at Draco in wonder. She knew about her own children that she was supposed to have, and she was already in love with little Rose and Hugo. She understood him.

"It's okay. This present is what you make it, that's all Draco meant. They will still be born if you want them, you'll get to meet them Harry, it'll be okay." Harry calmed down at her words and Draco stared at her.

It was just like it was in the future. Even though Draco carried Harry's heart, Hermione will forever be the mother figure that Harry always looked for when he needed it. Draco could deal with that, he liked Hermione too after all.

"Okay, enough with the sappy shit. Ron's about to loose another screw and we need to talk before the choosing of the champions this Thursday." Draco grabbed Harry and Hermione's arm and then kicked Ron in the shin to get his attention. "Come with me."

He led the three of them to the Room of Requirements, grinning a bit at their look of amazement when the door appeared.

"Before you guys come in, clothes your mouths. The room picks up on anything you want and it gives it to you. It's called the Room of Requirements." He explained as he opened the door. A sitting room with two love seats in front of a fire was what met the other three and Draco grinned.

"Sit down, I have a few things to tell you guys."

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"Eternal glory," Ron sighed as he sat down with Hermione and Harry at the edge of the Goblet Room as students had taken to calling it. "Do you think Malfoy was telling the truth?"

Hermione looked up from her book and rolled her eyes. "Draco. Come on Ron, after everything he's opened up to us about you still insist on calling him 'Malfoy'? He even calls you Ron, why don't you just give it up and admit that he isn't the Draco Malfoy you've had problems with."

Ron looked at her oddly and shook his head. "Wow, someone's protective. You liking him or something." Ron seemed to scowl at his own words and switch the subject. "I honestly didn't notice I was still doing it. I'm just so used to calling him Malfoy."

"Don't try to change that 'Mione." Draco walked in and sat behind Harry, pulling the brunet back to sit between his legs. "He'll be calling me 'Malfoy' until Harry has the same last name. That was the only day he ever stopped."

Harry stiffened for a bit at the talk of marriage, but calmed as Draco's hand ran through his fingures. Just like in that picture...

Ron grimaced. "Harry takes your last name?" Ron asked.

Draco shook his head. "No we actually share each other's. My name on the family registry is actually Darco Lucius Malfoy-Potter."

Harry look back at Draco and frowned. "Are kids too?" he asked curiously.

Draco nodded and smiled. "Yup."

The crowd younger students seemed to gain a sudden volume as the twins ran into the room, cheering.

"Thank you, thank you! Well lads, we've done it!" George started smiling widely as he stood infront of their little brother and his friends.

"Cooked it up just this morning." Fred explained.

Draco snorted. "It's not going to work."

Hermione looked back at Draco and smiled, he took the words right out of her mouth.

"Oh yeah? And why's that Malfoy?" Fred asked smiling.

Draco looked at Hermione, asking silently if she wanted to explain. She did.

"You see this?" She asked the twins, gesturing to the floating white circle that surrounded the goblet of fire. "This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself."

Fred looked at her like he didn't understand. "So?" he asked.

Hermione's eyes did their normal roll. "So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by something pathetically dimwitted such as an age potion." She answered.

"Yeah" Draco agreed. "If you want to get through that, you'd need and older students to put your names in for you."

George turned to Draco and looked at him oddly. "You know...we never thought of that."

Friend smiled. "But we've come this far! Ready George?"

"Ready Fred."

They gulp down the potion and jump inside the age line, cheering when they weren't knocked back. Hermione rolled her eyes and Draco grinned. "Oh just wait for it."

The twins high-five and throw their names into the fire, watching the paper burn, but as it bured the blue flames flared up and slammed into each twin, knocking them back and making them fly across the room. When they rose again their red hair had turned gray and they had beards that resembled Dumbledore's.

Draco had to admit, for a guy who only worried about 'the greater good' Dumbledore had his moments.

The twins began to argue among themselves and then broke out in a fist fight right in the Goblet Room as Viktor Krum walked into the room and places his name into the goblet, sending a smile at Hermione.

The Griffindor girl looked at her future husband and scowled at how he was laughing at his breathers. She turned back to Viktor and smiled.

Draco watched this with a slight frown as he continued to pet Harry's hair.

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The day had come. Thursday night, the night where the three..four champions would be named from the goblet.

Harry stood at the entrance of the Great Hall. He was already late but he didn't care. He didn't want to go in. He didn't want to be called, he didn't want to face anything much less three dangerous trials.

Draco stood behind him, knowing exactly what Harry felt. Harry had these moments in the future too, moments where his destiny to defeat Voldemort was too much weight for him to bare and never once did he let Draco help him. Now Draco was going to do it regardless.

"You know you'll be called so hold your head up and don't let them get to you. I'll be beside you and I know what'll happen, you won't be going anywhere unprepared." Draco attempted to calm Harry down, and in some extent it was working. His arms went around Harry's waist, hugging the boy from behind as Harry sighed.

"I'm going to be thrown straight into danger once again, with no choice to what the hell I want to do this year." Harry sighed again.

"But you have me." Draco said as he squeezed Harry. "I am going to be there during every challenge to tell you what you are going to face and how to face it. You'll win the entire thing through without getting hurt."

"And what about Voldemort? You said he would use the last challenge to take me away and give himself a new body with my blood, what am I supposed to do when he does?"

"We have all year to teach you spells to protect yourself and keep yourself safe. I'm going to give you everything you'll need." Draco was desperate to get Harry into the Great Hall. This needed to happen. For them to learn about Voldemort's split souls, this year needed to go just as it did in the past.

Harry turned his head to try and see Draco. "Does that include answers to every test we take?"

Draco chuckled and buried his nose in Harry's neck. He couldn't believe Harry was giving him the freedom to do this so early into their relationship...if there was a relationship. The only thing that had happened was Harry telling him that he liked him...then joking about 'apparently' loving him. Draco was still on edge about their relationship. How would this relationship progress when it was so yearly in their schooling. In the future they had gotten together during sixth year, not fourth, but here they are.

What Draco didn't know was that Harry was confused too. His feelings for Draco were new to him, he's never had anything like this. And he was enjoying it. Knowing about the future, it didn't change his feelings, but it confused his mind. He would be with this boy for the rest of his life. It was a scary thought, and it just got worse when he thought of their children. He wanted to meet them. They were his, he couldn't deny it when he looked at their faces. He wanted them. But did that mean he wanted Draco.

"The Durmstrang champion is...Viktor Krum!"

The cheers were so loud that it got the couples attention. They were late.

"Keep your head up and look at me if you need comfort. I'll be right there the whole time. Rita's going to question you, but keep calm, you didn't put your name in. Moody did."

"You mean the Death Eater after my blood." Harry corrected as they pushed the door open slightly and slipped in. They went unnoticed as another name was announced.

"The champion for Beauxbatons! Fleur Delacour!"

The girls in the room cheered as Fleur came walking up to take her place beside Viktor.

Another name left the goblet.

Harry's eyes searched for Draco and found him at the end of the Slytherin table, looking stoicly up at the front of the hall with a scowl at Moody. That man would put his love in danger, and he would forever hate Crutch Jr.

"The Hogwarts champion is none other than! Cedric Diggory!"

Harry watched Cedric take the stage and remembered what Draco had said. Cedric would die during this tournament. He couldn't help zoning out at that thought, even as Dumbledore began to speak again.

"Excellent! We now have our three champions! But in the end only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory! The Tri-wizard cup!"

As the people cheered, the goblet in the middle of the room flared red once again, when it was not supposed to, one piece of paper flew out of the goblet and towards the old wizard who read it with a grave look on his face.

"Harry Potter."

Hagrid went still behind Dumbledore. "No...No."

Dumbledore spoke the name louder so the hall could hear. "Harry Potter!"

Hermione nudged Harry's side and Ron touched his shoulder bring him out of his thoughts.

"Go on Harry...We're right here." She said with a smile, Ron nodded next to her.

Harry shook his head quickly and stood up, his head held high just like Draco told him too. He chanced a glance at the Slytherin table just as a voice rose up from the crowd.

"He's a cheat! He's not even seventeen yet!"

He saw Draco stand up and glare at someone down the Slythrein table. He stayed long enough to see Draco pull out his wand before he was ushered into the room where the champions were.

"Harry! Did you put your name in the goblet of fire?" Dumbledore voice was strong and would have scared Harry had Draco not warned him of everything that would happen behind those doors. His future self must have trusted and loved Draco a lot to tell him everything he ever went though, but he only thought about it breifly.

"No sir." He said strongly.

"Did you ask one of the older students to do it for you?" Dumbledore asked again.

"No sir." He got the same answer.

"You're absolutely sure?"

"Yes sir."

The headmistress Maxime scowled at him. "Well of course he is lying."

Harry turned hard eyes to her.

"I am a fourth year." He started in a rough voice. He's spent hours thinking about this moment, what he would do to stand up for himself, and here it was. "I am not powerful enough to trick the goblet into spitting out my name even if I had put it in there. It had chosen Cedric, whoever has done this is more powerful than mere students."

The Headmaster of Durmstrang seemed to stare through Harry but he kept his head high. "You seem to have given this a fair bit of thought Harry Potter."

Harry glared. "I have had a fair bit of bad luck over my years alive. Something like this is to be expected, and I was expecting it."

"Expecting it Harry?" Dumbledore asked in confusion.

Harry sighed. "My scar...my dreams. He's planning something Dumbledore. And he needs me for it." He was lying about how he knew it, but he was being honest about the scar hurting and the dreams that told him Voldemort wanted something from him. And with the information from Draco, he now knew what it was.

Dumbledore's eyes were hard as he turned to Barty. "What have you to say Barty?"

The old wizard sighed in distress. "The rules are absolute. The goblet of fire constitutes a binding magical contract. Mr Potter has no choice." He turned sympathetic eyes to Harry, and Harry shook his head. He'd known this already. "He is as of tonight...a tri-wizards champion."

A/N: looks like you guys are in luck! I got this done at school! Please comment! Love you all