Draco X Reader ▸ HIS PRIDE | ✓

Y4 C7~ JUST TALK TO HER!

Whenever Draco was within close proximity, I always became paranoid. Do I smell? Is my breath bad? Just stupid details about myself I normally wouldn't care about otherwise. Stupid twat. I hate him.

He was seated in the row behind me, talking with Crabbe and Goyle who were chuckling to themselves. Draco looked liked he couldn't care less: eyes everywhere else; partially closed and emotion-lacking.

Angelique tapped my foot with her own, interrupting my Draco-watching. I flicked my vision to her, changing my attention from Draco to her. Her face held a knowing grin, as her eyes switched between the male Slytherin and I. I felt caught, despite my being not necessarily trying to be subtle about my staring.

"Being a little obvious, don't ya think?" She said teasingly, sticking her tongue out ever so slightly and biting down, her smile making my face and chest feel warm.

"About what?" I feigned nonchalance, dropping my gaze down to the arena, waiting for Harry's turn in the first round of the Tournament. He just had to grab a golden dragon egg without being killed by a fire-breathing dragoon. No biggie. Piece of cake.

All three schools were seated in their respective stands as we all waited patiently for Harry to complete the first task. The other champions already had their go, all being successful, but Harry was the only one I cared about. As far as I was concerned, the Tournament was stupid. I don't care who wins this year, just for everyone to be survive relatively unharmed. Especially Harry.

Dumbledore's old voice settled over the crowd, and I felt my hairs stand on end, knowing Harry was about to have his go - against the worst and most dangerous dragon out of the lot, too. Yippie.

"Three of our champions have now faced their dragons and so each one of them will proceed to the next task. And now, our fourth and final contestant."

Harry entered the rocky arena as the crowd elatedly cheered his name. I gnawed on my lip, anxiety creeping up on me like an entity, ready to strike me down. It's not that I didn't believe in Harry - well... - but this is a bit ambitious even for him. I just can't believe the teachers are allowing him to compete. He might be the Chosen One but it's not like he's immortal.

Harry made a start running to the egg, but a large dragon emerged from its hiding place. Harry's forced to retreat behind a rock as the dragon shot its flames towards him, making Harry stumble and fall. He managed to recover but hid behind a large rock that shielded him from the unforgiving dragon.

The dragon opened its mouth and a bright flame came blaring out, directed towards the rock Harry was hiding behind. It's obvious the dragon wanted him dead. I bet Draco was rooting for the dragan's victory.

"Your wand harry! Your wand!" Hermione screamed as she slammed her palms into the railing.

Harry, having taken the hint, and took out his wand before waving it around. Time seemed to stand still as I fearfully watched on, dread spiking. Nothing happened.

Did his charm fail? Why is nothing happening?

To my utter joyous relief, Harry's fireboat came flying through like a bullet, and Harry threw himself on without hesitation, saving himself in time of the rock melting. I applauded so loudly my vocal cords felt ready to tear on the spot.

The fire-spitting creature began to flap its wings, immediately making chase after the Gryffindor with determination being its only drive. Upon noticing this, Harry seemingly panicked and flew straight out the arena, like anyone with common sense would.

The dragon burst through the crowd and continued to fly with no signs of relenting his pursuit after Harry, whom was flying rapidly back towards the castle.