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Now when Sasha made her entry many people started to panic. After all, how often was it that a 70 foot basilisk entered an arena and transform into a bombshell and declare her undying love for someone. Though as some would like to point out it happens about as often as a dragon turning into a woman as well. So it was pretty obvious that the crowd watching was in a state of speechlessness. That is except for a pair of redhead twins selling popcorn.
"What do you mean your mate, you overgrown slug!?" Ramaranth snarled. The crowd could see she was agitated.
Hugging Harry even closer to her Sasha replied, "Of course, only a man such as this could be my mate. He faced me in single combat in defense of a maiden with a sword with only two years of schooling. How could a specimen such as this not be my mate?"
"Well I say otherwise." Ramaranth started, as she pulled Harry over and hugged him in a way similar to Sasha. "The champion just out flew me and completed the necessary flying courtship. So as you can see he is to be my mate. Plus he can understand me in my draconic form."
Sasha pulled on Harry's arm freeing his head from the bountiful prison he was just subjected to, "Of course he can understand you, he is a Parselmouth and Lord Slytherin. And he probably out-flew you because you're overweight and out of shape, you overgrown lizard."
Hearing this the crowd erupted in exclamations and denials The Boy-Who-Lived is Lord Slytherin? The blasphemy. Of course, those that were apart of the house of green had something to say about it, but none were brave enough to really speak out. They would have to be stuck up, pretentious snobs to enter an argument with a basilisk and a dragon.
"Potter? Lord Slytherin. These two half-breed creatures had to have lost their minds. So what if he is a Parseltongue? He will never be Lord Slytherin." A voice cried out.
"WHAT?" the two women roared, "Who are you to make such a claim? How dare you call me a half-breed creature?" Both Sasha and Ramaranth spoke at the same time.
"I am Draco Malfoy, Heir to the Noble House of Malfoy and Heir to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black." the stuck up, pretentious snob, Draco Malfoy, announced. The crowd fell silent, the students sitting nearest to the Malfoy heir slowly moved away. "Both of you should surrender yourselves to my House, my lineage is purer than Potters.
"I am Basilisk of Salazar Slytherin, you jumped up filth. My blood and breeding are truer than whatever filth you just said." Sasha spoke clearly.
"And I am the Great Granddaughter of Ancalogon the Black, the first dragon. My breeding is both nobler and more ancient than yours. And go take a bath, you reek of hair gel, I can smell you from here." Ramarantha spoke with fire in her voice.
"You mean Tolkien's dragon?" a voice called out, which everyone could identify as Hermione.
"The very same." Ramaranth nodded in pride.
"How dare-" Malfoy started to say but before any other words could be said, Dumbledore stood up.
"Excuse me. I hate to interrupt a good debate, but I feel before I let this continue, I must make a few points. First off Ladies, Mr. Potter is about to lose an arm and I would hate to see him suffer more at the hands of our Healer, Madam Pomphrey, than he needs to." The two women blushed and released Harry. "Secondly Mr. Malfoy, you are not the Heir to House Black. That honor falls to Mr. Potter through his grandmother, Dorea Potter nee Black, and his godfather, Lord Sirius Black."
"Objection Headmaster. Sirius Black is an escaped convict. As per Wizengamot Regulations, he can not be Lord Black" a short pink toad of a woman spoke up in a false sugary, sweet voice.
"That may be true, Madam Umbridge, had Sirius Black actually been convicted of any crime. But upon perusal, of hapinstance, through the Hall of Records, I failed to find any court records, convictions, or evidence against Mr. Black." Dumbledore spoke with mirth in his voice and a twinkle in his eye. "Of course, I did plan on bringing this up at the next Wizengamot, but since young Draco thought it best to yell his status out loud like it did, I felt it best to correct him now and hopefully mitigate any issue."
"That's not true! Dumbledore, how dare you say that." Draco yelled out.
"I'm afraid it is Mr. Malfoy. Now if we can carry on with the Tournament." Dumbledore stated.
"HOLD IT!" A voice cried out.
"Oh now what?" Ramaranth mumbled. Sasha nodded in agreement.
"Does this mean the marriage contract to Heir Black that Lucius Malfoy has been trying to force my father to sign is obsolete, and I won't be forced to marry this grease stain?" Daphne Greengrass called out.
With a smile, Dumbledore replied, "Yes that is indeed correct, Miss Greengrass. Unless, of course, you would be happy with Mr. Potter, the contract is not valid."
"Fantastic. Potter, you are about to get extra lucky." Daphne said with a smirk, as she exited the stands. No doubt to contact her family.
"This cant be happening." Malfoy raged. "Wait until-"
"Your father here's about this. Yes we know Draco, now due kindly shut up. It seems that Slytherin House will be having a small House meeting later." a seventh year prefect said to Malfoy. Hearing this Malfoy paled, and then looked around and saw that his fellow housemates that he was near earlier had all backed away. It didn't look good for him.
Now that all the disruption were over, Sasha and Ramaranth, turned to look at each other, both nodded his head.
"It seems we have other competition for our mate." Ramaranth said. "I say we call a truce for now until we meet the others."
"Agreed. But we shouldn't have too much to worry about, the House Elves have been keeping me informed about the status of the Great and Powerful, Harry Potter." The two heard Harry groan and mention something about a Dobby. "And the elves have informed me that our mate is still single and has not started courtship with anyone." Sasha replied.
"Um, Ladies that is not entirely true. I have a girlfriend. Hermione Granger. We just got together today." Harry said sheepishly.
Again for the second time that day, a silence swept over the arena before a riot of noise began. After all the onlookers could still hear everything that was being said in the arena.
"Mate? You have a mate?" Sasha exclaimed, looking bewildered. "Who is she?"
"Now that the young champion mentions it, I indeed smell the scent of a female on him. It's faint but it is there." Ramaranth spoke, as she began to eye the crowd. "Ah, it's you, the one that recognized my mighty ancestor."
The crowd all shift their eyes to a very red and blushing Hermione Granger. She was embarrassed that her relationship with Harry came out like this. She honestly hoped it would have lasted at least through the day. Stupid dragon.
Ramaranth turned to Sasha, "We must talk about this in depth with the female and out mate. The blonde one might not be our only obstacle. I will grab the brown haired one, and you take our mate to the castle. We will talk more there."
"Very well." Sasha then grabbed the back of Harry's collar and began to drag him away, while Ramaranth unfurled her wings, took off, grabbed Hermione and flew to the castle. Let it be said that both Harry and Hermione had similar voiced opinions of this matter, though Hermione's opinion sounded more like screams. She was abducted by a dragon afterall.
As the four left, the crowd as one turned to the judges and looked at them cluelessly. Not knowing what to think about everything that they just witnessed.
Dumbledore calmly stood back up, "It would seem that the First Event of the Triwizard Tournament is now over. The judges and I will give Mr. Potter his scores at a later date. Also I would like to add, to those of you that participated in the bet with Messr. Weasley on when Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger would get together please see them after dinner. I dare say it will be quite chaotic. That is all. Please have a good day."
With that Dumbledore, strolled out of the judges booth and whistled a tune and couldn't help but wonder how Harry was doing.
AN: Hope you all enjoyed the chapter.
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