Draco strolls through the hedges of the third and final test of the Triwizard Tournament with a gentleman's pace. He's relaxed as he walks, as he leisurely struts throughout the empty structure, as it's a forgone conclusion that he will in fact win. It's an anticlimactic end to an otherwise epic and eventful tournament, but with the lead he's built, and the time he's accrued compared to his competitors, he'd have to literally curl up and sleep to have even a chance of not being champion.

It's so much a sure thing, that the tournament runners have actually made a second place trophy, knowing that all of the intrigue and suspense will only be involved when deciding the runner up. Draco can't help but to chuckle at the thought, even if personally he's torn as to who he wants to win. Krum is good people, having sat with and somewhat befriended Draco and his group since he's been here, and he's a man of hard work, dedication, determination, and scruples. Unfortunately, those scruples do include such distasteful actions and ideals as 'doing the right thing', 'honor', and 'integrity', but nobody is perfect.

On the other hand is Fleur. While she hasn't reprised her role as his lover, still angry at him because he was and still is right, she has returned to being his 'friend', as much as she can be anyways. She too has far too many morals, but her looks more than make up for her numerous flaws. Having her around is a blessing to be sure, but between her and Krum, he really can't find it in himself to choose.

Anyone but Potter though. He hopes Potter dies in a fire somewhere, or is eaten by one of the many dangerous beasts included in this test. A smirk finds its way to Draco's face at the thought. At that moment, he finds himself exiting the maze, trophy in hand, as he appears before his adoring crowd. Eyes widen and gasps can be heard, no doubt by the more gullible and stupid audience members, people who still somehow thought he had a chance to lose, and Draco has to suppress an eye roll as he raises the trophy in triumph.

"YEAAAAHHHHH!" The crowd, mostly the Slytherin section cheers, as students begin to rush the field in their excitement. Draco quickly finds Ginny and winks, sending her into another blushing fit, before eyeing his parents and nodding towards his father, who returns the gesture, and smiling widely in his mother's direction. He finds himself lifted off his feet by his subjects, as they parade him around the field and sing his praises.

"THE DRAGON KING SHALL RISE!"

"RISE FROM THE ASHES!"

"EMERGING FROM THE LAKE!"

"TO KICK ALL THEIR—"

The little demon snickers at the entertaining tune, enjoying the adulation from his peers, and savoring the sour look on the headmaster's face. Though if that's from his victory, or from the song, he's not sure. Probably both.

"THE LIONS DIE TO THE DRAGON SLAYER!"

"SCORCHED TO A CRISP WITHOUT ALL THEIR HAIR!"

"THE BADGERS ARE BURNED JUST BEFORE THEIR LAIR!"

"THE RAVENS WINGS ARE PLUCKED FROM THE AIR!"

"THE FRENCH WAVE FLAGS THOUGH THEIR SKIN IS FAIR!"

"BUT ALL DO FALL TO THE DRAGON SLAYER!"

Draco sits upon a couple of 7th year boy's shoulders, swaying back and forth, humming his own song. While the rest of the Hogwarts houses are glaring daggers at them, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang seem to take it in stride, with many of the Durmstrang wizards joining in. Astonishingly enough, the proclaimed Dragon Slayer can see that even his parents seem amused by the song, even if they don't opt to join in. The celebration continues, much longer than he expected, even if he is filled with pride and a bit of joy at the treatment, with Draco himself eventually joining in on one of the songs.

As the audience watches the spectacle below and awaits the return of the other champions, the songs begin to devolve into dueling chants for the Triwizard Champion, all with the center of attention, holder of both titles, directing traffic, pointing to one side of his celebratory crowd, and then the other, conducting a new song of sorts.

"DRAGON KING!"

"DRAGON SLAYER!"

"DRAGON KING!"

"DRAGON SLAYER!"

"DRAGON KING!"

It all comes to a halt when finally; another champion makes his way out of the vaunted maze. Draco's lips thin because it's who else but Harry Potter, second place trophy in hand, robes torn, worse for wear with a haggard look, a more haggard look than usual, about himself. Panting, the boy stumbles into the clearing, bleeding somewhat with a horror-stricken face. His eyes dart around the now-silent stadium, with all eyes on him.

"He…He's back!" Potter spits out in a frightened tone. "Voldemort!" This causes a visible recoil in at least half the audience, namely the older wizards and witches in attendance who had experience with the name. Draco even sees his own father stiffen, and his mother purse her lips. "He's returned!" Potter repeats once more, and even the man of the hour, the Triwizard champion himself stares blankly at the Boy-Who-Lived as he pleas for…support? Panic? Draco's not sure what exactly Potter wants by announcing such a thing so publicly, but he doesn't really care. With a shrug of his shoulders he turns back to his subjects, back to the shell-shocked audience, with a grin on his face, and raises his trophy, the real trophy, the champion's trophy high into the air.

"PARTY IN SLYTHERIN TONIGHT! ALL HOUSES, ALL SCHOOLS INVITED!" He yells as loud as he can, making sure everyone can hear him. The silence gives way to an eruption of cheers as House Slytherin begin their celebrations anew, chanting his name as they march their way to the dungeons. All the while, the little demon smirks at both the headmaster and Potter's looks of disbelief at his dismissal of what they surely thought was an important topic.

"DRAGON KING!"

"DRAGON SLAYER!"

"DRAGON KING!"

"DRAGON SLAYER!"

"DRAGON KING!"