You walked with Harry in complete silence down the stairs towards the trofee room. The gate opened. You grabbed Harry's sleeve nervously. Harry looked at you. You let him go and walked into the room.

You looked around and saw the other champions standing in front of the little fireplace. You didn't know whether or not they were angry...

You heard bickering behind you and turned around.  You saw McGonagall, Dumbledore, Snape, Igor, Moody and Crouch. You and Harry stepped back a bit. Dumbledore grabbed Harry with his one hand and you with his other hand and he pushed you back against a few trofees.

'Did you put your name in the goblet of fire?!' He asked.

'N-no sir.' Harry spoke. 

'No!'

'Did you ask one of the older students to do it for you?!'

'No sir!' You spoke in unison.

'You two are absolutely sure?'

'Yes!' You spoke.

'Yes sir.'

'They're lying!' Madame Maxine hissed while walking down the stairs.

'No they aren't!' Moody spoke. 'The goblet of fire is an exceptional powerful magical object! Only an exceptional powerful charm can break it. That's magic way beyond two 4th years.' Moody spoke.

Igor walked towards Moody.

'You seemed to have given this a fair bit of thought, Mad-eye.' Igor hissed.

'It was once my job to think as dark wizards, Karkaroff. Perhaps you remember.'

Dumbledore walked through the two of them.

'This doesn't help Alastor!' He sighed. 'We leave this to you.' Dumbledore spoke to Crouch.

'The rules are absent. The goblet of fire constitutes a binding magical contract. Mister Potter and Miss Y/L... they have no choice. They are, as from tonight, a Triwizard champion.'

They all looked at the two of you.

-

You hurried through the corridors towards you common room. You walked in and saw that still a few Slytherins were awake. They all looked at you and some left as soon as you walked in. Draco walked towards you.

'How did you do it? I thought you hated to tournament. You could die? Remember?' He asked.

'I didn't put my name in the goblet. What are the odds?' You asked.

'It happened! Maybe he pulled you into it?'

'Harry didn't put his name in the goblet.' You said.

'How do you know?' Draco asked.

'He told me he didn't and he is my friend. So I believe him. And I suggest you believe me Draco. If I say that I didn't put my name in the goblet then I didn't put my name in the goblet.'

You sat down on one of the couches and Draco sat down besides you. You looked at him.

'Sorry... I'm just scared.' You spoke softly.

Draco wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer. He kissed the top of your head.

'I get that... I'm here for you, I'm going to help you. I promise.'

'Thank you.' You smiled before kissing him.

'You should get some sleep.' He smiled.

-

The next day you woke up besides Draco. Your head was laying on his chest and his arm was wrapped around you. You smiled happily and listened to his calming heartbeat.

'Morning princess.' You heard Draco yawn.

You cuddled him and dug your face in his chest.

'Morning.' You mumbled.

You looked up and smiled at Draco. You kissed him deeply. Luckily it was Saturday. No class.

'I love you.' Smiled happily. 'I'm going to spent as much time with you as possible... just in case.'

'You're going to do great. Maybe you'll even win.' Draco smiled.

'Surviving first, then winning.' You sighed. 

You laid back down and sighed. Draco gently stroke your hair. You pulled the sheets up as you heard Gregory and Vincent wake up.

'Good morning.' Vincent yawned.

'Morning Crabbe.' Gregory sighed while rubbing his eyes. 'Morning Malfoy.'

'Morning.'

'Oh, morning Y/L.' Vincent spoke.

'Morning.'

'So since when are you two together again?' Gregory asked.

'Few weeks ago.' Draco smiled.

'Well okay.' Vincent shrugged. 'I'm hungry.'

'What's new, you're always hungry.' Draco sighed.

You grinned and sat up.

'We could go to the great hall for breakfast.' You suggested. 

'Sure.' Draco smiled.

You got up and grabbed your robes. You ran into the bathroom and got dressed.

'Back to her?' Gregory asked.

'Yup. It was a surprise she forgave me.'

'I would have forgiven you.' Vincent admitted.

'But I would be able to live without you.'

Gregory and Draco laughed.

You stepped out of the bathroom, all dressed.

'I'll wait downstairs.' You smiled.

'See you soon, love.'

You blushed and hurried towards the common room. You sat down and waited for the boys to finish.

'Good morning Y/N.'

You looked up and saw Blaise. You smiled at him.

'Good morning.'

'How are you? It was quite a shock that you got into the tournament.'

'I don't know how it happened... I'm terrified.' You sighed.

'I get that... I'm here for you.'

'Thank you.'

The boys came down the stairs. You smiled and got up.

'Breakfast!' Vincent smiled.

You grabbed Dracos hand and you walked towards the great hall. When you were almost there you saw Harry, wondering the corridors alone. He looked at you and hurried towards you.

'We have to talk.'

'Piss off Potter. Find your own girlfriend.' Vincent hissed.

'Calm down... you guys, go get breakfast. I'll be right there.'

You walked with Harry towards and empty corridor.

'What's up?'

'Have you spoken to Ron?' He asked.

You shook your head.

'Why?' You asked.

'He's freaking out! He's angry at me.  He thinks I put my name in the goblet of fire and he thinks the same about you.'

'What? That's mental! We couldn't even get to the goblet.'

'I know! I also told him how I wouldn't join. Even if I would be old enough. We've been set up. But why both of us?'

You shrugged. You didn't know who would want to set you up... but you know you wanted to find out.

'Is there any way we can find out?' You asked.

'I don't think so.'

You sighed.

'Go get breakfast.' Harry spoke.

'Yeah... I will. Keep talking to me. We can get through this together.'

'We can.' You smiled.

You walked towards the great hall.