Potter Programmer

Part 5

The next day I wandered around in a daze, a wide goofy grin on my face.

Hermione's my girlfriend. Me!

We didn't have sex but we went as far as oral.

Turns out she's quite submissive.

Especially when I use Parseltongue down yonder turn her to mush.

But soon it's dinner time and we sat away from Weasley, dinner was a nice affair since nobody came near us to interrupt as we fed each other.

Soon the plates were cleared and everyone was watching the Goblet of Fire crackle merrily with it's blur flames.

"Alright everyone! The Goblet will reach it's decision for the Champions shortly! I hope you've put your name in the Goblet of Fire and are prepared for the challenges ahead!"

As if on cue the blue flares flared and shifted to a Blood Red colour as a tongue of flame spat out a small piece of paper.

Dumbledore caught it and read it out loud.

"The Durmstrang Champion is Victor Krum!"

The Hall was filled with clapping and cheers as Krum walked up, less duck footed than at the World Cup before being directed into the antechamber to the side.

It was a few minutes before the next name was shot out, Dumbledore caught it like the last one, this was was a... A paper doily I think they're called.

"The Champion of Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour!"

This time the cheering was accompanied by wolf whistling.

The third paper was ejected and I held my breath in worry.

My gut's been clenched since that fire turned red.

"The Hogwarts Champion... Is Cedric Diggory!"

I cheer with the rest of the school, glad that for once, I should have a boring year.

"Now that our Champions have been chos-" Dumbledore cut off as another paper was ejected from the cup.

He caught it and stared before looking up.

"Harry Potter!" Heads turned towards me and I frown.

"No!" I yell back.

"Harry Potter you have been chosen!"

"No! Not again! I am not doing this stupid tournament!"

At this one of the officials I hadn't noticed yet stood up.

"Mr Potter you are bound by a Magical Contract! Either you compete or you lose your Magic!" He thundered.

It was Bartemius Crouch.

"I don-" A hand on my arm stops me and I turn to see Hermione.

"Harry, three refusals will make the Goblet extract the punishment, and if you are bound by the Goblet, it'll take your Magic. Whether or not you entered yourself. With what I've seen you do you can easily handle this, what could be worse than fighting a Basilisk? With a sword?" Hermione says quietly. "Just... Make it through this thing alive or I'm going to bring you back to life and kill you again"

I nod and turn back.

"I'll participate it I'm not happy about it. I don't want to be in the tournament and I sure as hell don't care about winning. I am not a Champion"

I walked into the antechamber, my anger filling up quickly.

The three were just sitting about waiting.