"Saint Potter is an attention whore, he already has half of the school daunting over him for his last name yet he keeps pulling stunts like this," Draco spats out. We were currently sat in the great hall for a nice Sunday morning breakfast with the cult of Draco. And he was ranting about Harry for the 10  millionth time. I had learned to nod along as I sip on the sweet coffee that had been brought into the school more for the older students. 

  "I can't believe were actually rooting for a Hufflepuff," Goyle scoffs.

  "Beats backing Potter," Blaise groans. 

 "Or being a school trader," Pansy adds, "right Drakie Poo??" 

  "Yeah Drakie Poo?" I mock. He rolls his eyes and sneers at Pansy. 

  "At least its not a Gryffindor," He sighs. I catch Cedric and his friends entering the great hall.

"I'll be back," I tell them. I get up from the table then walk across the room to the Hufflepuff table were Cedric was sitting. His back to me. One of his friends gestures to me and Cedric turns around. I wave and smile as I reach him. "Morning Cedric," I tell him.

"Hello Y/n," Cedric says softly. His friends watching closely.

"I just wanted to congratulate you on being the Hogwarts Champion," I tell him causing a slight smirk from the boy. He was one of two. But I figured bring that up would cause issues. 

"Thanks," Cedric says. I nod and look to his friends then settle my eyes on him, "I hope you'll be rooting for me."

"I'll be supporting the school," I admit, "you and Harry.... if he lives." A couple snickers leave the group. "I'll see you around Cedric."

"See you," He calls out as I rejoin my table. The Slytherins watching me as I slid next to Draco again.

"Sorry I wanted to congratulate the champion," I mumble opening my book up again. The conversation returns to shit talking as I study the potions book. As much as I hated studying I had finally read through all the books from my birthday, so I was trying to do the one thing I should be doing. I see the boy of the hour rush towards the table with Hermione.

"Y/n," Harry says, "can I speak with you?"

"Sure," I mumble. I kiss Draco's cheek then slip away from him and the table. Harry grabs my arm and pulls me out of the hall. Once we reach a corner He finally lets go.

"Can I use your owl?" He asks.

"I highly doubt Hedwig would appreciate that," I say, "and why?"

"I need to owl Sirius," He whispers, "and he told me to not send Hedwig again, I can't use Ron's since he's apparently mad at me." 

"Why?" I ask him. Hermione shakes her head quickly.

"He's jealous!" Harry groans, "he wants the attention, and he can bloody have it!"

"Jeez," I mumble, "sounds like trouble... We should go to the owlry for this letter. Lunar won't let anyone touch her but me...  after that you should talk to Ron." He nods as we head for the stairs then reach the room. Owls surrounding us. He goes to the desk and scribbles out a letter. "Lunar," I call. A great white figure flies to me and lands on my shoulder, "good girl." I pet the snowy owl. She was quite friendly with me, the nicest little owl I've ever owned. Although if she had it her why she would of murder Ron's owl by now. 

"Finished, " Harry announce. He stands up then brushes off his robes. Hewig flies down and lands on his shoulder, sticking her leg out for him. "I can't use you. I've got to use Lunar." Hedwig hoots loudly as I hold my arm out for Lunar to move to. She complies while Harry deals with the pissy owl. He hands me the letter and I tie it to Lunar's leg. "First Ron, then you, " Harry says angrily staring at his owl who had its back to him, "This isn't my fault. "

"Find Sirius," I mumble to Lunar. She flies out and Harry sighs in relief, "if something happens to my owl I'm going to throw you into the Goblet of Fire.... Speaking of which I decided I'm not going to get mad until after you explain.... So explain."

"I didn't put my name in," Harry explains, "I was framed. Someone else did it..... I don't know why.."

"To murder you," I say, "you're going to die."

"Y/n!" Hermione squeals, "don't tell him that."

"Its the bloody truth!" I exclaim, "this competition has a body count for a reason Harry....  I support you.... but I hope you know I'm against this 157% but you're binded to a magical contract so I'm not as mad."

"Well including Hermione that makes 2 people," He whines.

"Yes but 2 of the best people," I say, "you forget that."

*****

  Harry was right. Everyone seemed to hate him. I mean damn. Even the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were angry. Everyone thought he was a bloody git. They thought they stole the Hufflepuffs moment. Something they never got. Which they didn't. No one really did besides Gryffindor. And as much as I love Gryffindors everyone favored them ,besides Snape, so they get every big moment. House Cups, Top OWLS and NEWTS students, which didn't even make sense because of Ravenclaw! And this was just racing through my mind as Draco and his goons made our way to magical creatures. My favorite class, tied with potions, which was a Slytherin- Gryffindor class.

 "Ah, look, boys, it's the champion," Draco calls out as we near Harry, "Got your autograph books? Better get a signature now, because I doubt he's going to be around much longer... Half the Triwizard champions have died... How long d'you reckon you're going to last, Potter?"

"Oi," I mumble as I pull out my potions book again.

"Ten minutes into the first task's my bet,"  Draco says cause Crabbe and Goyle to laugh. Thankfully Hagrid came from his hut with the crates. I shove the book in my pocket and rush to help him. The Skrewts on the inside, as much as I love the creatures Hagrid has, these were awful. They had stingers and were always attacking everything.

"'Re gonna walk em' to burn of some energy," Hagrid explains, "The things been killin' each other."

 "Oh dear Merlin no," I say in horror. Again I love animals. From big to small, cute to scary. But these fucker could go die, the first day in class one of the tiny bastards had declared that I was its target and has attacked me everyday since then.

  "Take this thing for a walk?" Draco asks Hargid as he gets the little bitch out then hands it to Draco. I could tell it was the one from the black ink stain on its shell. I had split it on the bloody thing on accident. When I threw my book and ink at it to get it away from me.... Sue me.  "And where exactly are we supposed to fix the leash? Around the sting, the blasting end, or the sucker?"

"Roun' the middle, " Hagrid says demonstrating on another one on the Skrewts, "Er--yeh might want ter put on yer dragon-hide gloves, jus' as an extra precaution, like. Harry--you come here an' help me with this big one..." I hand Draco his gloves then pull out mine.

"I'm calling this one Jerry," I tell Draco, "fuck yourself Jerry."

"You named it just to tell it to fuck itself?" Draco asks me in disbelief. I nod. 

"Jerry's a little bitch," I say. 

"Sometimes I think you're actually mad Cultven," He say as he pulls on the gloves. Then turns to struggle with Jerry's leash.

"I'm not mad," I correct, "Jerry's just a bitch..."

******

 The rest of the week had become an even weirder thing. Once again the school was against Harry Potter. Draco had been passing buttons around the Slytherin house with Crabbe and Goyle. All saying 'SUPPORT CEDRIC DIGGORY--THE REAL HOGWARTS CHAMPION!' So when Harry all of us Slytherin's collected by Snape's he wasn't too happy. While they had their hate badges I had my SPEW badge on.

"Like them, Potter?" Draco asks loudly as Harry approaches us, "And this isn't all they do--look!" The message changes to Potter Stinks. Clever. If we were 4.

"Oh very funny, " Hermione says sarcastically. Pansys group of heartless skanks where laughing harder than anyone,"really witty."

"Gosh Pansy you have a sense of humor," I mock, "mind you its a shitty one but thats a step up."

"Want one, Granger?" Draco asks holding out a button for her, "I've got loads. But don't touch my hand, now. I've just washed it, you see; don't want a Mudblood sliming it up." I smack Draco's arm. Only to notice how pissed Harry was.  Harry pulls out his wand and the group jumps back.

"Harry!" Hermione says warning him. 

"Go on, then, Potter, " Draco hisses quietly, drawing out his own wand, "Moody's not here to look after you now--do it, if you've got the guts--"

"Draco!" I say placing my hand on his shoulder. They share a glare then.

 "Funnunculus!"

 "Densaugeo!" 

I dive out of the way as the spells shot from the wands, hitting the other spell than bouncing off. I duck in time for one of the spells to go past me and hit Goyle. The other hitting Hermione.  Goyle had gross boils covering his face, while Hermione was covering her face whimpering. Ron pulls her hand away to reveal her  teeth looking more beaver like.

"And what is all this noise about?" says a soft, deadly voice. Snape was here watching over the group. He looks at Draco and points a long finger at him. "Explain."

"Potter attacked me, sir--" Draco says.

"We attacked each other at the same time!" Harry shouts. "and he hit Goyle--look--" He looks over at Goyle and sighs.

 "Hospital wing, Goyle, " Snape says calmly. 

"Malfoy got Hermione!" Ron yells "Look!" Silent giggles fill the group as Snape turns to her.

 "I see no difference," He mumbles. Hermione lets out a whimper then runs out of the hall.

"Merlins sake," I groan chasing after her. I catch up looking at the girl. Her teeth now down past her hair. "Let's get you to the nurse." 

*****

   "You could of got hurt!" I lecture Draco, "you hurt people! Both of you!"

"You knew who you were dating before we started," Draco sighs. The common room had empited out due to Draco shooing them off. Then Crabbe and Goyle left to get sweets from their room, while Blasie had simply gotten bored of Draco's gloating. Out of them all Blasie had become my favourite to be around. He was very interesting. Like a Slytherin, male, less bossy, version of Hermione. 

"You're lucky you're so bloody hot," I sigh as I slide onto the couch with him.