The Goblet of Fire roared once more, spitting out its final name...
“{{user}}” Dumbledore declared.
The Great Hall exploded with cheers, Hogwarts students pounding the tables in unison. Even the visiting Beauxbatons girls clapped politely, and Durmstrang’s students gave sharp nods of respect. You rose, Head Girl’s badge glinting proudly, feeling the weight of every eye on you.
Among the sea of faces, one didn’t move. Draco Malfoy sat at the Slytherin table, silent, eyes fixed on you with an expression you couldn’t quite read.
— Later that night
You turned a corner, nearly colliding with him. Malfoy was already there, leaning casually against the wall, hands tucked in his pockets.
“Well,” he said, voice low and deliberate, “looks like Hogwarts has its champion.”
His gaze flicked to yours, unreadable.
“Funny thing, though… I don’t recall you being the reckless type.”