Dedicated to @lipcolour (Thank you so much for all the names!)

2 Weeks Later:

Draco's POV:

I was sitting at the Great Hall, leaning against my arm carelessly as I stared across the Great Hall, as my eyes landed on gorgeous locks of hair, which belonged to a certain brunette Gryffindor, who was deeply engrossed in her book as she twirled her hair lazily with a finger.

Merlin, she was so...entrancing.

Anyways, my plethora of thoughts and fantasies were interrupted by Professor McGonagall's bold voice "Students! As you all know, today is the day." She gestured curtly to Goblet of Fire. "When The Goblet of Fire chooses your name. So, may the odds be ever in your favour."

She left to reach for a piece of parchment, that had already appeared from it. As everyone had figured out, the parchment would have 2 unknown names written neatly on it, and both of them would be Champions representing their school. Honestly, it sounds like utter blasphemy.

But what can I say, there's no turning back now.

As she fished out the names for the Ilvermony School Champions, she calls out "The champions are Quinn Williams and Claire Taylor!"

Quinn and a blonde girl with pigtails stand up from the crowd of Ilvermony students, that sat near the Gryffindors. As I witnessed Quinn leave, I caught a glimpse of his hand brushing against Hermione and quite instantly, envy coursed through my veins. I stared angrily at him out of spite, which he managed to meet his gaze on. Nevertheless, I managed to keep my face straight but unfortunately, my eye was twitching unsteadily despite my attempts.

Then, the Champions from Durmstrang were called out and two students, named Viktor Petrova and Elena Ivanova stood up instantly, as their fur coats helped them look more distinctive amongst the crowd of students.

Not long after, the Beauxbatons Champions rushed out of the room, without even thinking twice. I had not listened closely to their names but from the rumours spreading around like wildfire, with murmurs and whispers, I found out their names were Reneé Beaumont-Cartier and Raphael Beaumont. I then recognised them as the infamous French twin siblings, who were notorious for their flawless performance of the Dark Curses at the tender age(s) of 7.

Lastly, and most unfortunately, it was time for the names of the Hogwarts' Champions' to be revealed.

"My, oh, my, how utterly shocking." Professor McGonagall breathed out airily as she sent quick glances to the other Professors, who were bubbling with curiosity.

"The Hogwarts' Champions' are....Hermione Granger." Everyone erupted into a round of applause and cheers while some wolf-whistled for the Golden Girl. To hush them all down, her voice boomed loudly across the Great Hall. "And Draco Malfoy."

Immediately, the crowd stopped clapping enthusiastically and some were jeering out of pure hatred and spite while the others were flipping me off.

I must have been such a git...

Still, I headed towards the door to meet Ludo Bagman, while Hermione Granger ran after me, when I abruptly walked faster than ever, when her hand came in contact with my shoulder.

As we met up with Ludo Bagman, he started blabbering away like a toddler about the Triwizard Tournament and so I anticipated impatiently for him to finish so that I could head off and talk to Hermione about the incident.

When he finally did finish up with his monotonous lecture, I scrambled off, in a haste, and all of a sudden, I was tapped on my shoulder.

I turned around to lock eyes' with them and start at them, before I realised that I was looking at Hermione Granger.

I was about to tell her off, but something in me just couldn't. That cunning bitch. "Granger, what the fuck are you doing here!? And that too, right behind me?" 

She folded her arms as she snarled, crossed "Malfoy, my fucking surname's Zabini. I've had enough of your stupid Granger calls!"

I retorted "You're the one calling me Malfoy, aren't ya!"

She uncrossed her arms and tried to reach for her wand, which I had sneakily snatched without her knowledge, but before long, she had pulled my collar closer and whispered in my ear softly "You're jealous of him, aren't you?"

I gulped but tried to deny "I'm no-"

"You must not tell lies, Draco"

The way 'Draco' slipped out of her tongue seemed sinful yet gracefully enchanting, too.

"Fine, maybe I am."

"Why?"

"I don't know" I said.

She raised her eyebrow in mock confusion (or so I thought).

"He's gay, just so you know...." She said unexpectedly and abruptly sauntered away, leaving me there, pondering about her.

Relief did wash over me but I really couldn't help but realise one thing.

 I was jealous, not just of anything.

But of her.