'Till The End Darling

2. Let the Games begin

Georges pov:

Im sat so close to her that I can feel her fresh breath tickle my skin. I'm painting Irish clovers on her cheeks for her while the rest of the family bustle around the tent noisily. She keeps giggling delicately at me because she thinks I'm concentrating too hard. Truth is I'm trying my best to stop my hands from shaking. Its not that I like y/n or anything its just our faces are so close right now. If I was to move a couple inches forwards then our lips would...

"George youre scaring me, why so serious" she whispers lightly.
"Dont move you'll ruin my art work" I joke in response, as I continue to trail my fingers across her cheek covering them with Irish colours.
"Harry! Whats he doing to my face" she calls. I watch as Harry makes his way over and slaps his hand over his mouth dramatically.
"Ohh George what have you done" she laughs.
"Go on go look in the mirror, I'm done now" I encourage as I quickly move my hands away from her face. I feel a sigh of relief involuntarily leave my body as I can finally relax now that our faces aren't mere centimeters away from eachother.

I watched intently as she made her way to a mirror. She chuckled at the image but said nothing as she danced her fingertips gently across the artwork.

"Is it allright?" I asked

"You acctually done a really good job, I love it" she Grinned as she walked over and wrapped me in a friendly hug.

"Always the tone of surprise" I responded cooly. But I couldn't ignore the short lived feeling of ecstasy through my body when she hugged me.

"Come on everybody" Dad beckoned "Time to leave"

"Blimey Dad how high up are we?" Ron asked excitedly as we mounted numerous stairs cases.

"Well put it this way, if it rains you'll be the first to know." A slimy voice sneered from below. Ah brilliant the Malfoys.
"Father and I are in the Ministers box. By special invitation from Cornelius himself." Draco bragged while adjusting his suit.
"Dont boast Draco" his father hissed "its not worth it in front of ... these people"

"I don't remember any of us inviting you into conversation in the first place. So clearly you're longing for some attention from ... people like us" y/n hissed in response. I smiled at her proudly. I wouldn't expect any less though, she'd always been fiercely loyal to all of us. But she especially hated when anyone said anything bad about the Weasleys.
We all turnt to leave but Lucius raised his cane and placed it violently onto y/ns hand.
"Ah yes Miss Reverie. Dracos told me all about you." Lucius smirked.
I grabbed y/ns hand from underneath his cane and held it in my own. "Are you alright" I whispered gently.
"Fine" she responded bluntly, but gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Hmm yes and youre parents...Muggles aren't they?" Lucius taunted.

Y/n dropped my hand and walked back up to railing so that she could look Lucius in the eye. "Yes and?"

"Oh no reason dear" he said taking a step forward "but do enjoy yourself... while you can" he continued menacingly.

"Dont worry i will" and with that she turnt and began walking the flight of stairs.
"Bloody hell y/n that was brilliant" Ron called after her.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked placing a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm fine guys honestly. I just hate how they think there better than everyone" she replied honestly.

Once at the top box everyone took there seats. Y/n was sat to my right and Fred on my left. I watched as she looked around excitedly, then of all the things she could've admired she stared up at the sky and she smiled to herself as the dense clouds rolled on top of eachover.
"What you looking at?" I leaned towards her and asked.
"The sky, I think the clouds are excited for the game too. Look" she pointed upwards. Before I could awnser a cannon sounded from below and a surge of beautiful women made their way on to the pitch. They all wore long blue dresses and had flowing blonde locks of hair. They danced in preparation for the game and it was as though i was being sucked towards them in a trance. I couldn't really make out what was happening around me. I could hear the faint complaints coming from Ginny and Hermione who were calling the women all sorts of obscenities.
"Wow their beautiful" a sudden familiar voice sang from besides me.
I shook my head out of the trance and looked over to see y/n leaning on the railing clapping excitedly for the women. I looked around and was certain that y/n was the only female in the entire stadium who didn't hate the dancing women.
"How do you think they get their hair like that? And oh my God there bodies. I wish I looked like that" she said aloud to everyone.
"There Veela, its there genetics dear" Dad explained to her.

From what I gathered the game was bloody and brutal, but admittedly I'd spent more time observing y/ns reaction to everything rather than the game itself. The only reason I was so enticed by her was purely because I knew this was her first time watching a proper Quidditch match. No other reason.

I turnt my attention back to the game which by the look of things was coming to a close end. Viktor Krum dived down professionally and caught the snitch, loud cheers sounded from the crowd as Viktor held the snitch up proudly. But as we all turnt to the score board everyone noticed that despite the Bulgarians having caught the snitch the Irish won! Fred turnt and wrapped me in a hug. While Ron was staring over the edge in awe at The Bulgarian Seeker.

The atmosphere in the tent that evening was electric. Everyone was so excited after the match. Ron climbed up on to a table at the centre of the tent "Krums brilliant isn't he" he said addressing all of us "Hes more than an athlete... he's an artist!" He cried.
Y/n walked past gracefully stroking Ron's arm "I think you're in love ron" she spoke sweetly.
"Victor i love Youuuu..." Myself and Fred sang in unison.
"Victor i dooo..." Harry,Y/n and Ginny chimed in.
"WHEN WE'RE APART MY HEART BEATS ONLY FOR YOUUU" everyone sang together.
A loud crash sounded from the outside of the tent.
"Sounds like the Irish are getting their pride on" Fred laughed.