Just kiss me you fool

The Quidditch World Cup

Y/N POV

You were all about to leave in half an hour. As you were getting ready George and Fred stormed into the room. "Can you paint our faces?" "Of course what do you want?" You asked Fred. He wanted a big shamrock on his face, so you started to paint one. You weren't the best drawer, so you took your time, to not ruin it. "There you go, all done." You said and gave him your mirror, so he could look at himself.

"It's brilliant! Thanks Y/N!" He said with a smile which you quickly returned. "What do you want Georgie?" You asked with a smile. "Just some stripes, I don't need to hide my handsome face." He said as he threw you a wink, to which you playfully rolled your eyes at him.

"There you go!" You said once again. "Thanks Y/N." He said as he looked into the mirror and smiled at you. He than made his way over to you. "You didn't think were letting you go without a bit of paint on your face as wel now, did you?" He said with a smirk.

George pushed you down on your bed and sat on your lap. He startd to draw some stripes and a little green heart on your face. "Now you look even more beautiful." He said as he kissed your nose, chuckled and got off your lap. "Why thank you kind sir." You said as you looked into the mirror and chuckled with him.

Ginny than ran into the room. "Dad said we're about to leave. So hurry up guys!" She said as she was squealing from excitement. You both than made your way into the room and left the tent not much later.

You and the Weasley family including Harry and Hermione were now all making your way to the stadium. Soon enough you arrived, you could hear everyone singing and cheering.

"Seats a hundred thousand!" Arthur smiled happily as you all started to make your way to the entrance and a Ministry Witch checked your tickets.

"Prime seats!" She beamed out. "Top box! Straight upstairs Arthur, as high as you can go!" You all made your way up to the purple stairs, you weaved your way through the crowd until you got to a small box at the highest point of the stadium. You all made your way over to the seats and as usual you sat in between George and Bill.

"Excited?" Bill asked as you stared into the stadium. "Yeah, I mean who wouldn't?" You said as you both chuckled and started talking for a while.

As you turned around you saw Lucius Malfoy making his way over to the empty seats near Arthur. "Ah Fudge." Lucius said and held out his hand as he reached for the Minister of Magic who was sat behind you. "How are you? I don't think you've met my wife Narcissa? Or our son Draco?"

"How do you do, how do you do?" Fudge said as he smiled at them. He bowed to Mrs Malfoy. "And allow me to introduce you to Mr Obalonsk- Obalonsk-Mr- well he's the Bulgarian Minister for Magic, and he can't understand a word I'm saying anyway, so nevermind. Let's see who else you know? Ah you know Arthur Weasley, I daresay?"

Both men gave each other a tense glare. "Good Lord Arthur, what did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?" "Oh shut up Lucius." You snapped at him, he was kind of family so you weren't afraid of him.

"Ah Miss Lupin, how are you?" "Amazing, can't exactly say the same about you." You gave him an annoyed look but he merely gave you a dark chuckle before speaking.

"Lucius had just given a very generous contribution to St Mungo's hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries Arthur. He's here as my guest." Fudge told him with a smile. "How-how nice." Mr Weasley said with a forced smile.

"Oh did he now? I thought he only cared about himself?" You sneered at Lucius which made him raise an eyebrow at you. "One day Miss Lupin that little mouth of yours will get you into quite some trouble."