"Eternal glory. Be brilliant, wouldn't it?" Ron said as he stared into the blue flames of the goblet.

Y/N and Harry stood on either side of him at the crowded hall, watching as students placed their names into the goblet.

"Yeah, rather you than me." Harry chuckled.

"I agree with Harry, eternal glory is not something I'd risk my life for." Y/N yawned, rolling his sleeves up.

"Yes!" The Weasley twins came running into the Great Hall holding vials in the air.

Everyone started cheering as soon as they were seen while Y/N made his way over to Hermione, taking a seat next to her as she read her book. The Weasley twins began high fiving everyone and giving them handshakes, making Hermione curious enough to look away from her book.

"Well, lads, we've done it." Fred Weasley said, showing off the vials.

"Cooked it up just this morning." George added.

"It's not going to work." Hermione sang out with a sarcastic grin.

"Oh, yeah? And why is that, Granger?" They asked her, leaning down to face her.

"You see this?" She pointed towards a circle around the goblet.

"This is an Age Line. Dumbledore drew it himself."

"So?" Fred questioned, not really understanding.

Hermione scoffed before aggressively folding her thick book into her lap. 

"So." She scoffed once more.

"A genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted as an Aging Potion.

Y/N smiled. Even when sarcastic she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid his eyes on.

"Ah, but that's why it's so brilliant." George Weasley grinned.

"Because it's so pathetically dimwitted." Fred giggled before standing up once more.

Y/N's eyes darted towards a few giggling girls that stared his way. They squealed upon exchanging glances with him prompting him to send them a wink, making them giggle even more.

"Enjoying the popularity, Mr. Prince?" Hermione scoffed at him.

Y/N's gaze fell back onto Hermione who stared at him with a raised eyebrow.

"I never thought that you'd get jealous over me, Granger." Y/N flashed his signature charming smile.

"I'm not jealous." Hermione puffed out her cheeks as she turned back to watch Fred and George.

"If you say so." Y/N said in a sing-song tone before following her gaze.

"You're the only one I'd ever love anyways." Y/N muttered under his breath.

"Yes!" Fred and George exclaimed upon jumping into the circle.

The students all cheered for them as they danced around near the goblet. They looked to each other before throwing small pieces of parchment with their names written on it into the blue flames. 

"Yes!" They cheered again when the goblet seemed to accept their names.

Suddenly, the flames burst, sending the twins flying across the room making everyone burst into laughter. Their hair began turning pure white as they grew a mustache and a beard. They then began fighting on the floor with the crowds chanting. Y/N's attention was locked onto Hermione, however, watching her as she began to read her book once more.

The room went quiet when the Durmstrang headmaster along with Krum and another student walked in. He had the most serious look on his face as he strode towards the goblet. He smirked at Hermione as he placed his name into it. Y/N watched as Hermione smirk back lightly.

She turned her head to see Y/N's face which had a sudden frown. A teasing smile tugged at her lips upon seeing the look on his face.

"I never thought that you'd get jealous over me, Malfoy." She teased him.

Y/N suddenly perked up, his face going pink upon her use of his words.

"So what if I'm jealous?" Y/N turned away, using his hand to hide his face.

Hermione laughed at his face, making Y/N's heart skip a beat. 

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It was the day after the names were placed into the goblet and the students were crowding around the great hall, waiting for the announcement of who the champions will be. Y/N followed his friends through the crowd, sitting on the highest benches in the hall. Y/N took a seat behind Hermione, one bench higher with Ron next to him. 

"You excited to see your boyfriend get chosen?" Y/N teased her.

Y/N's legs were placed on either side of her, allowing her lean back and look up at him. Y/N looked down, staring into her brown eyes with a soft smile.

"Still jealous, Malfoy?" She smirked, staring back into his icy eyes.

"Never." Y/N smiled.

Hermione turned her head to face Dumbledore who was trying desperately to gather all the student's attentions.

"Now the moment you've all been waiting for: The champion selection." Dumbledore announced before waving his hand around the room, dimming all of the lanterns.

"How dramatic." Y/N chuckled lightly, causing Hermione to smack his leg.

Dumbledore shakily reached towards the cup, holding it tightly before backing off. He held his hand towards it, waiting a few seconds until the cup's blue flames turned a hot pink, tossing out a small piece of parchment before turning back to it's original colour.

"The Durmstrang champion is Viktor Krum!" He exclaimed.

Students cheered as Krum shook Dumbledore's hand before standing off to the side. Another name burst out.

"The champion for Beauxbatons... is Fleur Delacour."

The beautiful blonde stood up with a wide smile, shaking Dumbledore's hand before walking off to where Viktor stood.

The last piece of parchment flew out.

"The Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory!" He exclaimed.

Y/N noticed the crowds were much louder than they were for the previous two schools. If Y/N was Slytherin's prince, Cedric was Hufflepuff's. Although he was much older than Y/N and had been in the school for longer, Y/N's popularity matched his.

"Excellent! We now have our three champions!" Dumbledore settled the students down.

"But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions... this vessel of victory... the Triwizard Cup!"

Dumbledore casted a spell to lift the drapes off of the cup. It was light blue that glowed with dragon designs spiraling it.

"You've got to be an absolute moron to risk your life for something like that." Y/N muttered, losing interest.

"I think it looks quite nice." Hermione replied, looking up to him once more.

"I'll bet my dad could buy about a thousand of those without damaging his wallet." He groaned.

Y/N and Hermione's eyes snapped over to the cup which changed colours once more, silencing the whole hall. Two pieces of parchment flew out, slowly drifting into Dumbledore's hands.

"Harry Potter and Y/N Malfoy." He said with a shaky voice.

"Harry Potter? Y/N Malfoy?"

"He's joking, right?" Y/N said with a nervous laugh.

"No. No." Hagrid shook his head, refusing to believe it too.

"Harry Potter! Y/N Malfoy!" Dumbledore shouted.

"Go." Hermione whispered with a worried expression, nudging the two boys to go forth.

Y/N and Harry both remained in their seats, dumbfounded.

"Y/N, Harry, for goodness sake." She said, sounding stressed, pushing the slightly once more.

Y/N and Harry shakily stood up, warily walking over to Dumbledore. Dumbledore aggressively handed them over the still smoking pieces of parchment without a word. The silence was so painfully loud, worrying the two friends. Together, they walked through the rows of students to hear many murmuring and whispers.

"Potter's a cheat!" A student yelled as they walked through.

"They're not even 17 yet!" Another one spat out.

Y/N looked around while Harry's eyes remained to the front. He saw many concerned looks from the girls of the school and jealous, angry eyes from the boys. He gulped when McGonagall placed a reassuring hand on both his and Harry's shoulders.

Y/N and Harry continued on their way, trying to ignore the angry looks from the other headmasters before walking down the stairs.

"This has got to be some sick joke." Y/N mumbled as they walked through the gates.

The other champions began to crowd the middle of the room upon hearing all the commotion. Y/N and Harry stood in front of them awkwardly. The two looked up towards the headmaster's and professors that argued all the way down the stairs.

"Harry. Y/N." Dumbledore walked over to the two, ignoring the yelling of the others.

"Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?" He asked them calmly.

"No, sir." Y/N and Harry replied in sync.

"Did you ask one of the older students to do it for you?" He questioned them, staring them deep in the eyes.

"We'd have to be complete idiots to enter a competition that was not made for people our age." Y/N answered while Harry shook his head.

"But of course they are lying!" Madame Maxime growled in her thick French accent as she made her way into the room.

"The hell they are!" Moody argued aggressively.

"The Goblet of Fire is an exceptionally powerful magical object. Only an exceptionally powerful Confundus Charm could've hoodwinked it! Magic way beyond the talents of a fourth year!"

"You seem to have given this a fair bit of thought, Mad-Eye." Igor spat out in his Bulgarian accent.

"It was once my job to think as dark wizards do, Karkaroff..." Moody growled.

"...perhaps you remember."

"This doesn't help Alastor!" Dumbledore exclaimed, pushing past the two.

"I leave this to you, Barty."

"The rules are absolute." Crouch sighed.

"The Goblet of Fire constitutes a binding magical contract. Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy have no choice. They are, as of tonight... Triwizard champions."

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"What are you doing here you filthy little Mudblood?!" Y/N heard his brother's voice echo through the halls that he and Harry walked quietly across.

"What did I say about calling her a Mudblood, Draco?" Y/N said sternly upon laying eyes on them.

"Y/N!" Draco and Hermione yelled out in sync.

Y/N was caught off guard by Hermione's warm body crashing into his cold one. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Y/N stood still in sync for a while before wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Hermione, I didn't-"

"I know, you big idiot." She cut him off with a shaky voice.

"Y/N, how did you do it?!" Draco questioned his little brother enthusiastically.

"I didn't, Draco!" Y/N spat out, he had clearly had enough of the accusations by now.

Y/N let go of Hermione who went to check on Harry, leaving the brother's some alone time.

"Come on, Y/N, tell me how you did it." Draco pleaded, walking up to face him.

"Draco, I really didn't." Y/N answered seriously, placing his hands onto his brother's shoulders to make him face him.

"Seriously."

Draco went quiet and his eyes filled with horror upon realizing the seriousness of his brother. He fell silent for a bit before speaking up. Draco quietly embraced his brother.

"You can still win." Draco said quietly.

"You know how proud father and mother would be."

"Mother will be furious once she hears about this." Y/N mumbled, letting go of Draco.

"Father will be happy but mother will be furious."

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The day of the wand weighing came along almost two weeks later. Ron had been avoiding Y/N now more than ever. He even avoided Harry. Though Y/N thought it was much more quiet and pleasant without Ron, he could see how stressed Hermione was trying to keep both friendships and how Harry had been so upset to lose one of his best friends. Draco had been more or less supportive. If it wasn't thanks to Draco, Y/N wouldn't be so sure he'd survive in the Slytherin common room. He'd be crowded the whole time with questions on how Y/N was able to join the tournament. The rest of the school didn't seem to mind Y/N's sudden entry to the tournament, perhaps he had his popularity to thank for this. People seem to forgive anything as long as you have good looks, lots of money and a scary father. Harry on the other hand was despised by everyone other than his fellow Gryffindor's. Y/N tried hard to convince his fellow Slytherin's to stop it but there was nothing much he could do. The two houses were rivals after all.

"What a charismatic quintet!" A blonde lady exclaimed, snapping photos of them.

Y/N and Harry were stood in the middle of the group, in between Cedric and Krum with Fleur sitting on the chair in front of them. They all wore their uniform's tidily, representing their schools. All they needed now was a Ravenclaw student and they'd basically have all of Hogwarts represented.

"Hello." The woman walked towards them with her hand outstretched.

"I'm Rita Skeeter." She shook each of their hands.

"I write for the Daily Prophet. But of course you know that, don't you? It's you we don't know."

Y/N raised his eyebrow at her. Of course he read the Daily Prophet a lot, he knew most of the things that went around the school but the things he read from the Daily Prophet were almost always false.

"What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks?" She caressed Fleur's cheek before giving it a light slap, startling her.

"What mysteries do the muscles mask?" She pat Cedric's shoulder.

"Does courage lie beneath those gorgeous locks?" She ruffled Y/N's hair.

"In short, what makes a champion tick?" She leaned onto Harry's shoulder.

Y/N couldn't help but lightly chuckle at their height difference, she was slightly taller than Harry who was the shortest out of all the champions.

"'Me, Myself & I' want to know. Not to mention my rabid readers." She laughed.

"So who's feeling up to sharing? Hm? Shall we start with you?"

She pulled Y/N by the arm and into a cupboard a bit aggressively.

"This is cozy." She giggled, being uncomfortably close to Y/N in the small cupboard.

"Not in the slightest." Y/N groaned, pushing past her down the stairs.

"Ooh, a bit of an attitude, everybody likes a bad boy." She chuckled, following after him.

"Don't mind if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill, do you?"

Y/N didn't respond as he took a seat on a small chair.

"So tell me, Y/N." She began the interview.

"Here you sit, a mere boy of 12..."

"14." Y/N said sternly.

"...About to compete against the Harry Potter and three students... not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself... but who have mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned?" She ignored his correction.

"I'm not sure, it's easy to be overlooked and underestimated as one of the youngest champions." Y/N replied without missing a beat.

"Of course, you're not an ordinary 12 year old boy after all, aren't you?" Rita kept going.

"14." Y/N corrected once more.

"A Pureblood from the famous Malfoy's, a twin with great power. Do you think it was your father's history that you made you want to enter such a dangerous tournament?" She asked him with curiosity.

"I didn't enter." Y/N spat.

"Of course you didn't." She gasped before winking.

Y/N groaned. Of course they wouldn't believe a 14 year old's words.

"Everybody loves a rebel. Specially a very handsome one. Speaking of your father... He fought in the first war but was said to be under the Imperius curse. How do you think he'd feel to know his son was joining the tournament for Eternal Glory?"

Y/N instantly didn't feel the need to answer any more of her questions, feeling quite annoyed. Instead he began reading the journal she wrote in.

"You think my hair's fancy?" Y/N questioned, brushing his hand through his light blonde hair.

At least she got that right.

"Rumor has it that you're great friends with the famous Harry Potter. Is this true?" She changed her question.

"Yeah." Y/N answered straightforwardly.

"Another rumor is going around that you're dating a certain Gryffindor. Miss. Granger?" She looked up at him.

No matter how many times he heard that rumor, he still can't stop the blush that forms on his face.

"I see. Troubled love." She nodded.

Y/N peeked at her book once more.

"She's not dating Harry and it's not a love triangle!" Y/N exclaimed, getting up from the seat.

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