I borrowed parts from the movie here

Heads up, we got a long(ish) chapter

The other three champions were just as nervous as Harry was. Fleur was pale and clammy, Viktor was even surlier than normal, and Cedric was pacing.

"Psst!" The hissed word came from outside the tent.

Harry walked over. "Fred?"

"Yeah," Fred said. "How are you feeling? All right?"

Harry couldn't even nod his head.

"Look, you can do it," Fred went on, sounding like he was trying to convince himself as much as he was Harry. "All you have to do is concentrate and then-"

"Battle a dragon," Harry finished.

He was caught off guard when Fred threw the tent flap open and pulled him into a tight embrace.

The sound of a camera flashing made them break away. Rita Skeeter walked in, as casually as if she were at home. "What good friends you two are!" she gushed. "If everything goes unfortunately today," she said, smiling sickly, "you two may even make the front page." She looked at Fred's clothes with clear disdain. "I'm sure your family would love that."

Fred's gaze darkened, and he looked like he was seconds away from hexing her.

"You have no business here," Krum said. "This tent is for champions and friends."

Rita turned to him and gave him a more appreciative lookover. "No matter," she said sweetly, "we've got what we wanted."

She walked away a few feet as Dumbledore came in with the other headmasters and Ludo Bagman. "Good day, champions," Dumbledore said, "gather round, please." He waited until the four champions had come over. "Now, you've waited, you've wondered, and at last, the moment has arrived, a moment only four of you can fully appreciate."

It was then he noticed Fred, who still lingered by Harry's side. "What are you doing here, Mr. Weasley?"

Fred blinked, looking startled. "Oh, um, sorry. I'll just go." He left quickly, and Harry wished he could follow.

"Bagman," Dumbledore said, "the bag."

Ludo Bagman held up a purple silk sack. "Ladies first," he said.

Fleur put a shaky hand into the sack and pulled out a Welsh Green dragon. By her expression, Harry knew that Madame Maxime had informed her of the task.

Viktor and Cedric pulled out a Chinese Fireball and Swedish Short-Snout respectively. Harry took the last one, the Hungarian Horntail, which happened to be the most lethal. Because of course he would have the most difficult dragon.

"Well, there you go!" Bagman said. "You have each pulled out the dragon you will face, and the numbers refer to the order in which you are to take on the dragons, do you see? Now, I'm going to have to leave you in a moment, because I'm commentating. Mr. Diggory, you're first, just go out into the enclosure when you hear a whistle, all right? Now... Harry... could I have a quick word? Outside?"

"Sure." He followed Bagman a few yards away.

"Feeling all right, Harry? Anything I can get you?"

"What?" said Harry. "I- no, nothing."

"Got a plan? Because I don't mind sharing a few pointers-"

"No, I'm fine. Thank you," Harry said shortly before returning to the other champions.

"Good luck," Harry said to Cedric.

"You, too."

For fifteen minutes, Harry listened to the commentary, which didn't reassure him at all.

"Oooh, narrow miss there, very narrow"... "He's taking risks, this one!"... "Clever move- pity it didn't work!"

Way to induce confidence, Harry thought morosely.

"Very good indeed!" Bagman shouted as Cedric finished. "And now the marks from the judges!" There was a pause as the judges gave their marks, though Harry didn't hear anything. "One down, three to go!" Bagman yelled as the whistle blew again. "Miss Delacour, if you please!"

The process repeated with Fleur and Krum, the nerve-racking comments just making Harry more and more anxious.

Now it was Harry's turn. On shaky legs, he exited the tent and emerged, seeing the Hungarian Horntail at the end of the enclosure. She was hunched over her eggs protectively, her spiked tail leaving gouge marks in the ground.

Here goes nothing, Harry thought to himself.

The Hungarian Horntail snarled as Harry approached but did not move from her position. Another filthy human! Stay back!

Harry raised his hands in a placating manner. It's alright, he said. I'm not going to hurt you.

A speaker? The dragon looked curious, though she remained wary. What do you want?

One of your eggs is a fake, Harry told her. I am to retrieve it.

A fake? How do you know? the dragon demanded.

Because that's what I've been told. I can see it, right there. He pointed to the center egg in the nest.

The dragon sniffed her eggs. I see. They have put this fake here. Why?

It's part of this stupid-ass tournament that has resulted in death, Harry told her bluntly.

The dragon made what might have been equivalent to a laugh. You are an amusing human, speaker. Here. She grabbed the fake egg and tossed it to Harry, who quickly took out his wand to stop it from smashing into the ground. Or into his face.

Thank you. And I am sorry you have to put up with all this.

You are welcome and don't worry about it.

"Amazing!" Bagman shouted as Harry walked away with the egg. "Will you look at that! Our youngest champion is quickest to get his egg! Well, this is going to shorten the odds on Mr. Potter!" He sounded very pleased, as if it were his idea.

Even though he hadn't been injured, Madam Pomfrey checked him over. "Good thing you didn't try to catch the egg with your hands," she said. "It would have broken some bones."

Fred and George burst in as she went back to Cedric. To Harry's surprise, Ron was trailing behind. "That was brilliant!" Fred exclaimed, admiration shining in his eyes. "You're brilliant."

Harry smiled, then turned to Ron.

Ron looked uncomfortable. "Harry, whoever put your name in that goblet- I- I reckon they're trying to do you in!"

"Caught on, have you?" Harry said coldly.

Ron winced. "I'm sorry. I know you don't like your fame. I- I was just-"

"-being a prat," Harry finished.

"Yeah..."

"Whatever. I can tell you mean it, so forget it. We're good."

Ron smiled, relieved, and turned away.

"I didn't know dragons could understand you," George said.

Harry shrugged. "Me neither. But I read that dragons and snakes can both speak the same language."

"Seems like being a Parselmouth has its perks," Fred said.

Harry watched the judges as they shot his scores into the air. An eight from Madam Maxime, a nine from Dumbledore and Mr. Crouch each, a ten from Ludo Bagman, and an obviously-biased five from Karkaroff. He was one point ahead of Krum, though he didn't really care. He was just glad he made it out alive.

Fred, however, was not satisfied with this. "Oh, come on! You deserved at least a nine!"

But Harry didn't care; Karkaroff could've given hm a zero. Fred's compliment and his indignation on Harry's behalf meant more to him than any points.

Bagman spoke again to the champions. "Well done, all of you!" he said, bouncing into the tent and looking as pleased as though he personally had just got past a dragon. "Now, just a quick few words. You've got a nice long break before the second task, which will take place at half past nine on the morning of February the twenty-fourth- but we're giving you something to think about in the meantime! If you look down at those golden eggs you're all holding, you will see that they open... see the hinges there? You need to solve the clue inside the egg- because it will tell you what the second task is, and enable you to prepare for it! All clear? Sure? Well, off you go, then!"

Harry left the tent with the twins, only to run into Rita Skeeter.

"Congratulations, Harry!" she said, beaming at him. "I wonder if you could give me a quick word? How you felt facing that dragon? How you feel now, about the fairness of the scoring?"

"Yeah, you can have a word," said Harry savagely. "Good-bye."

The Parseltongue thing is kinda overused, but I didn't know what else to use, plus some people on AO3 said they wanted to see it, so here you go