Sure thing, Potter
“Harry, Cassius, i suggest you go to your dorms now.”
Harry glanced at Cassius but he didn’t even see it.
Walking out Harry tried to catch up with him but he was gone before Harry could have said ‘broomstick’.
Pushing away from the wall next corner was no one less than Draco Lucius Malfoy himself. “What the fuck, Potter?”
“Oh shut up Malfoy” Harry bickered, taking a checking look around. They were alone. Harry pressed a quick kiss on his Draco’s Lips before they went on walking.
“So thats how it is then?” He smiled slightly, “we’re competing once again… well… our houses… you know what i mean!“
”surely looks like it.” Harry said- not at All bitterly (or so he tried). -He couldn’t think of anything else. In his head everything seemed to be messed with. As if someone took his brain and gave it a good shake, then put it back.
“just… tell me one thing…” Draco said in the -now that the goblet was out if reach- dark, barely litten hallway.
Harry tilted his head expectedly as if to say ‘go on?’
Draco always had a hard time staying normal when he did this because, honestly why is head-tilting when confused a thing?
“How did you put your name in there?”
Harry let out a bitter breath. “I didn’t.” Harry looked up at him. “I didn’t throw my name in. I’m not lying. I’m telling the truth!”
”Ahh! Okay…”
“Draco.”
”its fine!”
”No! Draco! I didn't put my name into the goblet!”
“Sure thing, Potter..”
”Draco!” Harry complained.
“Alright! Alright… fine.. whatever.. I’ll see you yeah?”
”No, Dra- oh damn it!” But Draco was already down the stairway.
Harry found himself standing around like an idiot a good two minutes before realising that a Gryffindor at the stairs to the dungeons might not be a thing to make the most sense in the first place. (Choosingly ignoring the fact that just randomly standing there, doing nothing, might not necessarily help with the situation either.)
So he walked upstairs.
Would anyone except Ron and Hermione even believe him? Or would they all just believe he’d put his own name into the Goblet of fire? But then, how could anyone believe that? Especially when his competitors had a good three years of magical practice on him? He would’ve had to face the risk of hundreds of people watching him?
Yes. He thought about it. Played with the thought… but in the end it was only a joke! Just a bad joke that wasn’t meant to have any consequences, let alone actually come true in the first place! He never actually considered taking part at the tournament.