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I'm sorry this isn't an update, but maybe a chapter from each Drarry book in my drafts will suffice for the time being??

Lives Cover Secret Truths- Chapter Three (Quidditch World Cup)

"Where to?" Asked Hadrian, looking between the people who are his family. Now, without the potions, he doesn't feel an emotional detachment from them, he doesn't feel hate. Immediately, when seeing Narcissa, his dad and even Lucius, he felt happy. The strange thing was, seeing Draco made him feel like nothing could go wrong.

"Actually, Draco and I are needed at the Quidditch World Cup. However, we do have a spare ticket since Narcissa is not into the sport."
Hadrian eyes lit up at the proposal of Quidditch making Draco's stomach flutter but he pushed it aside, knowing Hadrian had a mate which probably wasn't him, "Is it okay for me to go dad?"

The man smiled, heart swelling at the name he hadn't heard since Hadrian was one, "Sure you can, but when you come back we need to discuss a lot of things." Hadrian smiled and nodded before hugging him and doing the same for Narcissa.

He grabbed Lucius arm along with Draco and he felt that rush of apparation. Where his insides are being twisted inside out, tipped upside down then instantly back to normal. For his first time, Hadrian thought he did well for not puking, but he did almost fall.

That is if Draco didn't catch him, "Whoa there, are you alright?" He asked, hands on Harry's waist as he tried to steady him.
"Y-yeah, I-I'm fine..." Stuttered Harry, looking into those gorgeous silver eyes.

Just as they felt a pull to lean in closer, "Boys, the Port Key is opening in five seconds!" Lucius called. Snapping out of it, Draco quickly stepped away, stumbling his way through an apology as he grabbed the port key.

"Woah!" Hadrian gasped when his feet hit the ground. The sudden landing travelled through his body and he steadied himself just as Lucius and Draco were landing. They gently glided down to the cobbled pathway with their wind and robes graciously blowing in the wind made by the shimmering light of the Port Key.

Lucius landed, his cane placed between his soft palms the moment he hit the ground and Draco landed slightly in front of Hadrian. "Show offs" Grumbled the black-haired boy, pouting at Draco's smirk.

"Come on, we're in the ministers box." Draco practically skipped along as they made their way to a tent. Inside was decorated in various dark greens and royal blues. Silver, gold and ruby lined the areas.

"Wow?" Lucius asked Hadrian the boy gawping and eyes wide at the tents charm work. He blushed again, joining Draco on the two-seater, curvy, silver swirled green settee. "No boys, come on. The game starts in less than an hour." They both jumped up, walking with Lucius outside.

When they reached one of four entrances to the stadium, to their left- unfortunately- was a band of red-heads. All shouting, all making a ruckus minus Fred and George who were minding their own business chucking a scared figurine of a Bulgarian Player between them. However, when Weasley and Weaslette saw them they immediately sneered, opening their mouths for an insult. But Hadrian and the two Malfoys slipped quickly through the door.

"Evening Weasleys." Lucius politely greeted when seeing Arthur staring him down from two floors above him on the rickety, almost broken wood.
"Malfoy." Spat Weaselbee to Draco.

Smugly, Draco turned to him, "Hello Weasel, we- unlike you- have been invited to watch the game in the minister's box, personal request by Cornelius Fudge himself." Draco straightened his black robe.

"You evil, pathetic brat." Snarled Weasley, "Is that anyway to treat Harry Potter's best friends?"
"Don't boast Draco," Lucius insisted and placed a hand on his sons shoulder, standing behind the two, "Let's put it this way: if it rains, you'll be the first to know." He smiled into his sentence, steering them both away.