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Chapter 19: Tournament Entry: What the Hell Tsuki?
Draco's POV
Luna and Harry grab my arms and drag me down the hallway. Tsuki runs behind us, a weird smug expression on his little kitty face. He runs up the back of my cousin's leg and clamors up onto his shoulder. His little tails curl around Harry's neck in the reminisant of a noose giving me slight chills. I really don't like that cat.
"So, Draco," Luna asks, "who do you have an eye for?"
"Is it Hermione?"
"No way, Harry!"
"That is such a lie," Tsuki says. "I can smell lies."
Oh, great. The cat can smell lies. Stupid Nekomata. "Fine! I like her! Happy?"
"Yep!" Harry giggles as we walk into the Great Hall.
Viktor Krum comes over to us and picks up my cousin, taking him over to the other Durmstrang students. The others are already over their so we join them in waiting for the champions to be named. "Hello, Draco."
"Hi, Hermione."
"Guys," Ron tries to get our attention by gesturing down. "The naming is starting." We all scramble down at his words ready to hear.
"From Durmstrang: Viktor Krum!" We all erupt into cheers and applause as the Bulgarian jogs up to the front and bows to us.
"From Beauxbatons: Fleur Delacour!" Harry and Tsuki stick out their tongues.
"From Hogwarts: Cedric Diggory!" Suddenly the flaming goblet spits out another piece of paper. "Harry Lestrange." My cousin's eyes grow large and he stalks up to take the paper from the professor.
Upon seeing it, he growls. "Tsuki no Neko! You know I didn't want to have anything to do with the stupid Tournament! You know I hate anything that comes to violence." Draco snorts. "Dear cousin if you don't shut up, I will castrate you and Vormund will help." Thankfully he shuts right up.
The Nekomata starts to back out until Luna grabs him by the scruff of his neck. "Tsuki, do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"I wanted to make sure someone beat Krum. And y master is most fit." He shifts into his little kid form. "Are you mad at me, Harry?"
"No Tsuki. Come on let's go."
"Kay! Kay!"