"Harry," Dumbledore called out once more, preventing Harry from replying to both Ron and Hermione.
" Harry's eyes narrowed at Ron before he turned to his other friend, Hermione, only to see the disappointment in her gaze."Oh Harry," Hermione sighed.
"I thought you had enough near death situations in Quidditch every year?
"Oh don't give me that," Ron snarled out even as his hands clenched tightly into fists.
"You just couldn't leave the glory to someone else..just had to do this.""Are you bloody kidding me?
At the Slytherin's table, one pale, moonlit haired, grey eyed boy watched Harry with curious eyes.~...~Draco couldn't believe it when Potter's name came out of the Goblet; a sneer had been in place without him even being fully aware of it as he turned to look at the Gryffindor table, only to lose it when he caught the look on said boy's face.