Draco's POV
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I watched as potter was dragged away by Diggory. I didn't pay much mind to it, thinking he was trying to talk about the tournament.

Which, everyone was loosing their shit about. The fact the potter, who was fourteen, broke the rules and got in, was one thing. But the thing that had everyone screeching like banshees was the fact that he was a fourth contestant in the Tri Wizard Tournament.

Still, could no one see the pain in his eyes or the tears threatening to fall down his face? Could no one see how he anxiously held his stomach and tried to talk his way out of it?

I started walking back to my dorm, passing by the Hufflepuff dorms on my way back.

He clearly didn't want to be in the tournament.

We were rivals, yeah, but still. It's not right to see him being forced into this act of death.

I wish I knew more about it. Like why e was so terrified to be in it, why he didn't just refuse to do it, why he always had his arms around his stomach. Was he not feeling well? I don't know.

Maybe it's something with his eating habits? Maybe he got hurt? Maybe he-

I was taken out of my thoughts by a small wail of pain coming from the Hufflepuff dorms, then was muffled and stopped abruptly