The chilling air of the Black Lake sent a shiver down Dracos spine as he stood among the crowd, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his robes. Students from Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons lined the shore, all buzzing with anticipation as the second task of the Triwizard Tournament was about to begin.

Draco, however, was only half-listening to Bagman’s booming voice. His sharp grey eyes flickered across the crowd, scanning for one person—you, the girl who had somehow managed to steal his heart

Harry’s sister. But you weren’t here.

Frowning, he shifted on his feet, his arms folding across his chest. You were always there when Potter was competing. Always supporting your brother. Always… near. Where were you now?

“The champions have one hour to retrieve what they hold most dear from the depths of the Black Lake,” Dumbledore’s voice rang out, and a hush fell over the crowd.

Draco barely paid attention as Harry, Cedric, Viktor, and Fleur dove into the water. His heart pounded uncomfortably, a strange unease settling in his chest.

Where were you?

And that's when it hit him. You where under water. He didn't liked it at all. What if your hurt? Drowning? Dying? Scared? And for once in his entire life, he wished that Harry would be the hero and bring you back. To him.

Otherwise he would just jump into the water and do it himself.