Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire badly rewritten to be Drarry

Harry woke up in a cold sweat. He had had another 'dream'. His scar had a piercing pain going through it, as it usually did when he had a bad dream such as this.

He looked around and saw Hermione, with a candle trying to take him out of his daze, Draco sitting up in the bed beside him, looking worried and Ron in the corner of the room still sleeping. Hermione looked at Draco and he nodded slightly. As Hermione went across the room to wake Ron, Draco pulled Harry into a hug and asked quietly "Was it You-Know-Who again?". Harry nodded, cuddling into his boyfriend's chest. "Tell me later, yeah?" Draco said, looking down at Harry. "Right now, we've got to get up. Granger says everyone's waiting for us downstairs."

They climbed out of bed, listening to Ron's groans and complaints about getting up too early.

They had a quick breakfast, as they were already late, and then they were off.

"Ron?" Harry asked. "Where are we actually going?". Harry knew they were going to the Quidditch World Cup, which he had been looking forward to for weeks, but it seemed as though they were just walking aimlessly through a forest.

"Don't know." Ron replied. "Hey Dad, where are we going?"

"Haven't the foggiest. Keep up!" Mr. Weasley replied jollily.

Harry rolled his eyes and chuckled. The rest of the way he just took in the scenery. Occasionally, he would notice his eyes wandering towards Draco, who was just ahead of him, laughing and joking with Ginny and Hermione. It's crazy how in just a few short months, Draco went from despising the whole lot of them to happily joking around and even coming all the way to the World Cup with them.

Soon, they approached a man, who soon was introduced as Amos Diggory. A boy just about as tall as Mr. Weasley jumped down from the tree Amos was waiting beside. He shook hands with Mr. Weasley and just like his dad was introduced as Cedric Diggory. Harry recognised him from around school, but he had never spoken to him before.

Suddenly, breaking him away from his thoughts, Harry felt an arm wrap around his waist. He looked up at his boyfriend staring daggers at Cedric and laughed. He quickly kissed Draco on the cheek, and they continued walking.

They were suddenly stopped though, as they passed Amos. "Merlin's beard! You must be Harry Potter!" He exclaimed. "Yes sir." Harry replied, shaking Amos' hand. "And this is my boyfriend Draco Malfoy." "Great, great pleasure." Said Amos, shaking Draco's hand as well. "Pleasure to meet you too, sir." Harry said quickly before walking to catch up with the others.

After another while of walking, they approached an old boot at the top of a hill. The Weasleys and the Diggorys surrounded the boot, and Malfoy was pulling Harry towards it. Him and Hermione gave each other confused looks.

"Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?" Harry asked, pulling Draco back.

"It's not just a manky old boot Potter, it's a Portkey." Draco answered rolling his eyes and smiling.

"Time to go!" Mr. Weasley called, as everyone gathered around the boot and held onto it.

"What's a Portkey?" Harry asked as Mr. Weasley then started counting down.

"Harry!" Draco called as his dim-witted boyfriend stood there, clueless. He pulled him down to the ground and Harry grabbed onto the boot just in time.

In a moment they were flying through the air. While Harry and Hermoine were screaming, everyone else was whooping and cheering.

"Let go kids!" Mr. Weasley called happily.

"What?!" Hermoine shrieked.

"Let. Go!" Mr. Weasley repeated.

Almost at once, everyone let go of the boot and they were free falling from the sky.

They hit the ground with a force. A few of them were groaning while others, namely Amos, Mr. Weasley, Draco and Cedric, were laughing. They found the others' reaction to the Portkey hilarious.

Cedric made his way over to help Harry up, but Draco came in front of him and pulled Harry up from the ground.

Harry laughed and whispered, "I really don't know why you're acting so jealous." Into his boyfriend's ear.