"Y/N!" A soft yet loud voice was heard, followed by a warm body making impact with the blonde haired boy.

"You don't know how worried I've been!" The voice belonged to none other than his mother.

He and Draco had been wondering around the train station, in search of their parents after the train had arrived.

"I'm sorry, mother." Y/N whispered, hugging his mother tightly.

The two parted to reveal his father standing in front, staring at Y/N with a conflicted expression on his face.

"Father." Y/N acknowledged him, letting go of his mother.

"Y/N." Lucius responded awkwardly as he made his way towards his son.

Draco looked towards his brother while he hugged his mother. He had tried to speak with his father on behalf of Y/N, to protect the little brother he loved so dearly but even he wasn't so sure how their interaction would go.

"Father I-" Y/N cut himself off when his father arrived in front of him.

Y/N closed his eyes to brace himself, clenching his fists while waiting for an impact he believed that would make contact with his cheek but nothing came. Instead he felt the warm arms of his father envelope him with a warm embrace. Y/N was not a hugger. He was far from one though he let people such as Hermione and his mother to give him physical contact, he was never used to his father doing it. This must have been the most awkward hug Y/N had ever received yet it was a memory he would remember for all of his life.

"Welcome home, dear boy." His father mumbled into the hug.

Lucius Malfoy, a stern and powerful man that believed in his supremacy more than anyone had always been soft for his family. Y/N knew that.

"I'm home, father." Y/N hugged him back tightly.

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"Blimey, dad! How far up are we?" Y/N heard a familiar red-head's voice as he followed his father across the wooden steps.

"Well, put it this way." Lucius spoke up, looking towards the Weasley family that walked up a thin stairway.

Y/N walked up behind his father, his hands tucked into his suit pant's pockets along with Draco who stood by his brother.

"If it rains... you'll be the first to know."

Y/N and Draco chuckled, leaning on the metal handrails.

"Father, Y/N and I are in the minister's box!" Draco showed off, causing the Weasley's to begin walking away.

Y/N noticed his father also walking away, quickly rushing off to follow him.

"...by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself."

Y/N kept his eyes up at the Weasley's who soon revealed Harry and Hermione, walking behind them. Y/N made eye contact with Hermione. She raised her eyebrow at him with a frown from Draco's words when Y/N winked at her, making her blush and look away from him.

"Don't boast, Draco." Lucius scolded, shoving his cane at his chest.

Y/N laughed at his brother, earning himself a glare and a playful smack from him.

"There's no need with these people."

They looked up at the Weasley's with Harry and Hermione once more. Y/N finally got a good look at Hermione and his legs instantly felt like jelly. She had grown up so much in the time they were apart. Y/N had already thought she was beautiful before but she still managed to amaze him. Her hair was in a loose ponytail with stray strands flying through the slight breeze, she wore no make up but she didn't need it. She was beautiful. Hermione seemed to be staring at Y/N the same way he stared at her, completely in awe. They had only sent each other a few owls the past few weeks, with Y/N sending Kai so his father wouldn't notice but those letters did not include any photos.

Y/N and Hermione's little staring contest was stopped by Harry turning Hermione around to escape Y/N's father but Lucius was persistent, using the same cane he poked Draco with, he grabbed Harry, turning everyone's attention back to him.

"Do enjoy yourself, won't you?" Lucius kept a stern look at Harry.

"While you can."

Y/N gave them an apologetic smile, shooting another wink at Hermione before following his father towards the stands.

The whole stadium was extremely loud, covered in red and green colours depending on which team everyone cheered for. Though Y/N was a talented flyer, he never really had much interest in Quidditch teams. Draco supported whichever team would win, Y/N thought it was a bit twisted but it didn't really matter to him, which is why the two of them remained in matching black suits, with Y/N wearing a black dress shirt under and Draco wearing a black turtle neck.

Green smoke filled the air while the Irish team made their entrance. Their main colours were green and white, the smoke escaped from the back of their brooms before erupting in fireworks in the sky.

"Take a seat, boys." Lucius said calmly, taking his own seat.

The fireworks turned into a large leprechaun, dancing in the night sky while the crowds began to chant their country's name. The leprechaun was soon destroyed by the Bulgarian's entering through it, causing it to burst into red fireworks that matched their uniform. They dashed around the sky, performing flashy tricks in order to please the crowds.

"Krum! Krum! Krum!" The crowds began to chant as a moving image of the Bulgarian player projected itself into the crowds.

"Poor guy's basically balding." Y/N joked, causing Draco to chuckle.

"I think it's a fashion choice." Draco defended, dramatically wiping the dry tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Looking like a pale sausage is hardly a fashion choice." Y/N laughed, watching Krum who pumped his fist in the air at all the attention.

"Please." Draco chuckled once more.

"Good evening!" Fudge's voice echoed through the whole stadium.

The crowd's cheers died down, paying attention.

"As Minister for Magic... it gives me great pleasure... to welcome each and every one of you... to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!" Y/N noticed he had his own wand to his throat, presumably to amplify his voice.

"Let the match... begin!"

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"Harry, wait up!" Y/N chased after his friends after the match finished.

Y/N and the others had planned on meeting at the Quidditch World Cup and for Y/N to return to the Weasley's with them after the match.

"Y/N!" Harry yelled back, instantly whipping his head back before running at Y/N.

Harry ran with his arms outstretched, going in for a hug just for Y/N to move back slightly, making him miss.

"Still not a hugger, Potter." Y/N chuckled, shaking Harry's hand before doing a short pound hug.

"Where are the others?"

"Already back at the tent." Harry said, motioning for Y/N to come along.

Y/N followed him into the enchanted tent to see the twins dance around the middle of it while Mr. Weasley started a fire.

"Mr. Weasley." Y/N greeted politely, shaking his hand.

"Y/N, my boy. Good to see you." Mr. Weasley smiled back at him.

"Y/N!" Hermione yelled, running up to him as soon as she spotted him.

"Hermione!" Y/N hugged back just as fast as she wrapped her arms around him, spinning her around before placing her on the ground, their arms still wrapped around each other.

"Not a hugger huh?" Harry teased, patting Y/N on the back.

"Oh shut up." Y/N lightly punched him after letting go of Hermione.

"So I take it you missed me, Granger?" He shot her one of his cheesy grins.

"As if I'd miss someone like you." She chuckled, pulling him over to where Ginny was sat.

"Mrs. Potter!" Y/N exclaimed, looking at Ginny in shock.

"Look how much you've grown!"

"Shh! Harry will hear you idiot!" Ginny scolded, smacking his arm.

"Ouch. What has Hermione been teaching you?" Y/N dramatically cried, picking up a random pillow as a shield.

Y/N's head darted over to Hermione who laughed at their antics. He didn't know how he'd survive the year when every time he heard her laugh or even just see her smile, he felt his heart grow heavier.

"There's no one like Krum!" Ron stood up fast, his face still covered with red face paint.

"Krum?" Fred perked up, his voice lowered.

"Dumb Krum." George mocked.

"He's like a bird, the way he rides the wind!" Ron exclaimed, as if convincing a huge crowd.

The twins, wrapped in Irish clothing flapped their arms, mocking Ron. Y/N chuckled at their antics, taking a seat next to Hermione on the bed.

"He's more than an athlete!"

"Dumb Krum!" The twins mocked once more, throwing their Irish flag around Ron.

"He's an artist!" Ron continued.

"I think you're in love, Ron." Ginny chuckled, patting his brother on the back.

"Shut up, you." Ron muttered, glaring at her.

Y/N watched as Harry stared at Ginny the same way Y/N stares at Hermione, yet perhaps not as extreme.

"I think Harry's in love." Y/N whispered to Hermione, making her smile.

"Viktor, I love you!" Fred sang.

"Viktor, I do~!" George continued.

"When we're apart, my heart beats only for you!" All of them sang out in sync.

The loud booms outside which they assumed to be fireworks got even louder.

"Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on." One of the Weasley twins pointed out.

Y/N wasn't too close with the twins so he usually couldn't really tell which one was speaking. He and Hermione watched Ron and the other twin fight with their flags.

"Stop! Stop it!" Mr. Weasley dashed back into the room, getting in the middle of Ron and his brother's fight.

"It's not the Irish."

He made his way to his only daughter, clutching her arm.

"We've gotta get out of here. Now!"

Upon hearing the seriousness of Mr. Weasley's voice, he instantly grabbed Hermione's hand, leading her out of the tent to see panic brewing. Everyone was running away from something.

"Get out! It's the Death Eaters!" A random person yelled.

Y/N held Hermione close while they searched with their eyes on which way to go.

"Get back to the Portkey, everybody, and stick together!" Mr. Weasley instructed them, staring at the many tents that were now set ablaze.

"Fred, George! Ginny is your responsibility. Go!"

"Stick close, Granger." Y/N said, holding her hand as tight as he can.

"Harry, come on!"

Hermione pulled Harry along with them who previously stood staring dumbfoundedly at the flames. The three of them ran through, catching up to Ron when they saw hooded figures wearing odd masks.

"Harry!" Hermione screamed as she was pushed through the crowds along with Y/N.

"Harry!"

The masked, hooded men continued chasing after everyone, setting everything near them on fire.

"Come on, Granger. We'll find him later." Y/N clicked his tongue, focusing on Hermione.

Hermione tried to fight his hold but Y/N was stronger. He quickly lead Hermione away. If these men were truly Death Eaters, they'd go after Hermione and he wasn't going to let anyone hurt her.

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"Harry! We've been looking for you for ages!" Ron exclaimed, finally spotting Harry in all the burnt down rubble.

"Thought we lost you, mate."

The quartet's eyes darted towards the sky when they heard a growl. In the sky was a large, bright green skull with a snake slithering out of it's mouth. Harry instantly winced, clutching at his scar upon seeing it.

"What is that?" Harry questioned.

Y/N pulled Hermione closer to him, letting her lean her head between his shoulder and neck.

"It's the Dark Mark." Y/N spoke softly, holding Hermione tight.

"Stupefy!" Multiple voices yelled, emitting bright red lights from their wands, shooting at the quartet.

The quartet quickly ducked down, Y/N hugged Hermione tightly while they crouched down on the ground.

"Stop!" Y/N heard Mr. Weasley yell.

"That's my son!" Mr. Weasley yelled, running towards the quartet.

"Ron, Harry, Hermione, Y/N, you alright?" Mr. Weasley questioned, helping the quartet up.

"We came back for Harry." Ron answered.

"Which of you conjured it?!" Crouch pointed his wand at each of them as the brothers let go of their embrace.

"Crouch, you can't possi-"

"Do not lie!" Crouch cut Mr. Weasley off, aiming his wand closer to them.

Crouch aimed his wand closer to Hermione, making her gulp in fear which prompted Y/N to instantly wrap an arm around her waist to comfort her.

"You've been discovered at the scene of the crime!"

"Crime?" Harry questioned.

"Barty! They're just kids!" Mr. Weasley argued.

"What crime?" Harry furrowed his eyebrows, still confused.

"The Dark Mark, Harry. It's his mark." Y/N whispered to him.

"What, Voldemort?" Harry looked up at the mark.

"Those people tonight, in the masks, they're his too, aren't they? His followers?"

"Yeah." Mr. Weasley nodded.

"Death Eaters."

"Follow me." Crouch said to his co-workers.

"Uhm! There was a man, before." Harry said, leaving his friends side to call out to Crouch.

"There!" He pointed them towards a place.

"All of you, this way!" Crouch lead his men over.

"A man, Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked the raven haired boy.

"Who?"

"I don't know." Harry turned his attention back to them.

"I didn't see his face."

Y/N took off his suit jacket, wrapping it around Hermione upon seeing her shiver.

"You alright, Granger?" Y/N asked her, placing his hands onto her shoulders to make her face him.

Hermione didn't answer but Y/N could see how her lips trembled. She quickly embraced him, burying her face into his chest.

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"Anything from the trolley?" They heard the trolley lady call out.

Y/N read the newspaper over Hermione's shoulder as they sat on the moving train. Harry and Ron instantly searched their bags for their money to purchase sweets while Y/N and Hermione stayed put.

"This is horrible." Hermione spoke up, her eyes locked onto the newspaper.

Y/N was apparently leaning far too close to Hermione because when she had turned her head to face him, her lips met with his cheek instantly making both of them flushed.

"Granger-" Y/N tried to speak but the words wouldn't come out.

His heart was beating so fast he thought it might leap out of his chest any second. His hand found it's way onto his face to hide the growing blush that had reached up to his ears, unable to face Hermione even to see her reaction.

"Sorry." Hermione spoke fast as if she felt the same as the blue eyed boy.

Y/N took a few deep breaths to calm himself, placing a hand on the cheek her lips met with.

"It's alright." He said as calmly as he could though she could hear the shake in his voice.

Harry and Ron made their way back into the compartment, forcing the two to compose themselves. Harry, who was much more observant than Ron noticed how Y/N had moved away from Hermione slightly and how both of their expressions were that of embarrassment. He made eye contact with Y/N, raising an eyebrow at him with a smile only for Y/N to glare at him, pushing a finger at his lips to signal for Harry not to say a word.

"How can the Ministry not know who conjured it?" Hermione furrowed her eyebrows, changing the subject though her face was still a slight shade of pink.

"Wasn't there any security or...?"

"Loads, according to Dad." Ron said through mouthfuls of sweets.

"That's what worried them so much. Happened right under their noses."

"Ever learned about manners, Ronald?" Y/N furrowed at Ron and his full mouth.

Their eyes followed Harry who scratched at his forehead.

"It's hurting again, isn't it?" Hermione asked him.

"Your scar."

"I'm fine." Harry forced a smile.

"You can't say the same about yours and Ron's hair. Seriously, what happened while I was gone? You look like you've lived in the jungle for years." Y/N scoffed, making fun of their hairstyles.

"Y/N." Hermione scolded, elbowing him in the side to make him shut up.

"Ouch, Hermione." Y/N whined, taking his spot close to her once more.

"You know Sirius will want to hear about this..." Hermione turned her attention back to Harry.

"...what you saw at the World Cup and the dream."

Harry sighed, shifting his eyes from Hermione to the window, staring out. Before writing the letter and sending Hedwig off to deliver it.

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"Well, now we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement." Dumbledore said loudly throughout the Great Hall.

The door burst open to reveal Filch running across the rows.

"This castle will not only be your home this year... but home to some very special guests as well."

Y/N chuckled at Filch's running through the hall. He sort of ran with his knees very high, making it seem like he was running along water but without the water.

"You see, Hogwarts has been chosen- Yes, what is it?" He was interrupted by Filch whispering into his ear.

After conversing for a few seconds, Filch ran back through the doors.

"So. Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event: The Triwizard Tournament." Dumbledore continued, causing many whispering.

"Now, for those of you who do not know... the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools... for a series of magical contests. From each school, a single student is selected to compete. Now let me be clear. If chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I say... these contests are not for the faint-hearted. But more of that later. For now, please join me in welcoming... the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic... and their headmistress, Madame Maxime!"

The doors opened to reveal ladies dressed in a lovely baby blue coloured uniform, walking through the hall with straight faces and an elegant posture. After a few steps in, they sighed with a smile, gracefully swinging their arms out. They repeated this step a few times before running towards the end of the hall. Once they had arrived, they let out many blue butterflies that swarmed the hall before disappearing into blue sparkles.

"You're gonna catch flies, Draco." Y/N chuckled at his brother's wide opened mouth.

"Shove off, even you can agree that they're pretty." Draco playfully shoved his brother, making him accidentally bump into Hermione who sat behind him.

The Gryffindor and Slytherin tables were moved very close to each other in order for the other schools to make their entrances.

"Sorry, Granger." Y/N mumbled, rubbing her back for her.

"You don't suppose you can keep your brother from drooling all over the guests?" Ginny spoke up, making Y/N chuckle once more.

"Shut your mouth Weas-" Draco was cut off by Y/N's hand over his mouth.

"He is just so excited right now!" Y/N shot a playful smile before turning his and his brother's attentions back to the Beauxbaton students who had just finished their show, bowing down politely.

Y/N and the rest of the boys along with some girls clapped loudly, cheering for the girls. His eyes were locked onto Hermione though. Although the girls from the French school were abnormally beautiful, no one could top his best friend. He and Hermione made eye contact making Y/N's claps instantly die down. He offered her a small smile that contrasted the frown on her face but her frown remained. Y/N instead switched his methods, poking his tongue out at her. Instantly, she couldn't help the small smile that formed on her face, quickly turning to face Dumbledore once more.

"And now our friends from the north." Dumbledore shouted.

"Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang... and their high master, Igor Karkaroff."

This time the boys of Durmstrang entered with staffs, smashing the ground with every step, producing small sparks to fly around. They performed a sort of dance with their staffs, spinning it around every so often before running towards the front of the hall once more, performing stunts and flips.

"Blimey, it's him!" Ron exclaimed upon seeing the Quidditch star he admired.

"Viktor Krum!"

Y/N sighed in relief upon seeing Hermione's nonchalant expression. The students ended their performance with fire, blowing it to create a phoenix that shone brightly for a second in front of Dumbledore.

"Abus!" Their headmaster said in a strong Bulgarian accent.

"Igor." Dumbledore replied, giving him a tight hug.

The weather seemed to grow louder with many thunder roars echoing down while the students that had come for the Tournament made their way to the tables. The Durmstrang's took a seat with the Slytherin's to no one's surprise. With Y/N and Draco's father wanting them to go to their school, the students would have to be like the house he was from. The Beauxbaton girls took their place on the Ravenclaw table which Y/N thought was a good match, the only other house that could match Slytherin's pride and manners were the Ravenclaw's of course.

"Your attention, please!" Dumbledore called out to the students that dined on their food.

"I'd like to say a few words... Eternal glory. That is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament. But to do this, that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks. For this reason, the Ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this... we have the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation... Mr. Bartemius Crouch."

"Isn't that the guy who pointed his wand at us?" Y/N tapped Hermione on the shoulder.

Hermione opened her mouth to answer but was stopped by lightning and thunder striking the Great Hall, startling her and all the students quite a lot. It began thundering loud and raining inside the hall but it was quickly stopped by someone casting a spell at it.

"What's Alastor Moody doing here?" Y/N questioned upon seeing the man.

"The Auror?" Draco asked his brother.

Y/N nodded, staring at the odd man who wore a fake eye that was strapped on.

"Didn't father say he's gone mad these days?" Draco whispered into his brother's ear.

"Yeah, I mean. Look at him, he looks like he's seen better days." Y/N replied, studying the man limping with his cane.

Dumbledore walked up to him, shaking his hand before giving him a one arm hug.

"Is he an alcoholic?" Y/N raised his eyebrow as he watched Moody take a big gulp out of his silver flask.

"Probably." Draco chuckled, his eyes following the man's moves.

"After due consideration... the Ministry has concluded that, for their own safety... no student under the age of 17... shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament." Crouch announced, causing many shouts of dismay to erupt from the students.

"This decision is final."

"That's rubbish!" The Weasley twins yelled loudly.

"That's rubbish! You don't know what you're doing!"

"Silence!" Dumbledore shushed them.

"They're not happy about that, then." Hermione rolled her eyes sarcastically.

Dumbledore casted a spell at the large golden object next to him to reveal a large chalice which summoned a blue flame that resembled Kai's and Y/N's.

"The Goblet of Fire." Dumbledore introduced the Goblet to them.

"Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament... need only write their name upon a piece of parchment... and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly. If chosen, there's no turning back. As from this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun."

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A/N: Should Y/N be forced to join the Triwizard Tournament or not? This is like a voting time because I still haven't decided if I should make him join. Let me know what you guys want.