She Is A Traitor (Draco Malfoy fan fiction)

Chapter 6- Before The Match

I wake up to someone shaking me, and as I open my eyes, I see long, red hair. Ginny.

"Come on, wake up! We have to get ready for the Quidditch World cup today, remember?" She says, still leaning over me.

Realization waves over me. I sit straight up, and bang my head on Ginny's in the process.

"Ow!" We say at the same time, as Ginny rubs her forehead in pain.

I jump up onto my feet, and rush over to my trunk for clothes. I pay nearly no attention to the clothes that I pick up. I am to excited for the game today, I barely pay attention to what I am doing. I grabbed my black glasses from the nightstand. I know, glasses. Had 'em ever since I was twelve, thanks to my bad eyesight. I hate wearing them, but most of the time I have to. I finish getting ready in a flash. I brush and straighten my long hair, add a little makeup, and soon I am waiting on Ginny's bed for her and Hermione to finish getting ready. They seem to be taking a painstakingly long time.

Soon, I hear someone outside the door. Mrs. Weasley appears on the other side.

"What's taking you girls so long? You have to leave soon." She pushes, and we all agree to be out soon.

Ginny and Hermione finish, and we all leave to go downstairs, to the kitchen.

As we enter the room, I know I look awful. I am sure I have bags under my eyes from staying up all night talking to Ginny. For some reason, George just keeps on staring at me, examining every inch of my face.

"Why do we have to be up so early?" Ginny yawns, clearly just as tired as I am.

I zone out of the rest of the conversation, being too drowsy to even pay attention to anything.

***

We walk towards the chilly horizon, and I already feel like I could collapse. I still haven't fully woken up. I would just love it if someone would be so kind to throw a bucket of water at my face.

After forever, mr. Weasley finally tells us to stop. He instructs us all to look around for a small object, the portkey. Apparently, it will take us to the quidditch world cup.

After a bit of searching, we all hear a voice coming from an unknown place. Two figures appear out of the shadows, I recognize one of them. Cedric Diggory. The mangy seventh year in Hufflepuff. I've never liked him. He seems a bit arrogant, but maybe thats only because he beat Gryffindor in quidditch last year. I took that particularly hard, loving quidditch as much as I do. I'm one of Gryffindor's chasers, you know. Since last year. Not to brag, but I am quite good if I say so myself.

"This is Amos Diggory, everyone." Says Mr. Weasley. "Works for the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. And I think you know his son, Cedric?"

"Hi." Says Cedric, glancing at everyone.

I grit my teeth and hold back a scowl as everyone else says hi, except Fred and George.

***

We all standing front of our two tents, admiring our handiwork. Although, when Bill, Charlie, and Percy appear, it really doesn't seem like the tents can fit 11 people. The tents are so small, it seems like only about three people would fit in each. Mr. Weasley ducks into one of the tents. I bend down, about to go in after him.

"We'll be a bit cramped," he calls from the inside, "but I think we'll all squeeze in. Come and have a look."

I bend down low and cross the threshold into the tent. My jaw drops, and I know I must have a lot I still need to learn about magic, because this is extraordinary. The tent was transformed into a three-room flat, and seemed pretty old fashioned. After we took a look around the girls tent, which seems rather cozy, Harry, Ron, and Hermione leave to go get water. Mr. Weasley sends everyone except Ginny and I to get wood for a fire. We head over to our tent to look around it a bit more.