She Is A Traitor (Draco Malfoy fan fiction)

Chapter 7- The Quidditch World Cup

We walk along the lantern-lit path towards the Quidditch pitch, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from squealing of excitement. Walking on my right is Fred, on my left is Ginny. I can hear thousands of wizards and witches buzzing around me, shouts and giggles from every side. It would be overwhelming, if I were afraid of big crowds, which I am most definitely not.

I chat with Fred all the way to the other side of the woods. We mostly talk about Quidditch, but also about going back to Hogwarts for yet another year. We also talk quietly about the event at Hogwarts that Ludo Bagman and Mr. Crouch were talking about. We tried figuring out what it could possibly be, but each idea was even more bizarre than the one before it.

Soon, after about twenty minutes, we reach the end of the woods, and make our way to the nearest entrance.

"Prime seats!" says the ministry witch as she reads our tickets. "Top box! Straight upstairs, Arthur, and as high as you can go."

The carpeted stairs were rich purple. Our large group just kept clamouring up many sets of stairs, as people filtered through doors left and right. We ended up in a box, at least 20 stories high, probably more. We have the perfect spot, right between the gold goalposts. The seats in the box make rows, and most of the Weasleys file into the first row. There are only ten seats in the front row, and eleven of us, so I volunteer to sit behind Ron in the second row, and Harry is kind enough to sit beside me.

I take a look around the pitch. The grass is bright green and perfectly groomed. The hundreds of thousands of people are situated on every side of the pitch. Wizards and witches wear green and red alike. It is honestly the most amazing and overwhelming thing I have ever seen.

I look to my right, and see a tiny, frail figure hunching in a chair near the end of the row. It wears a dirty tea towel over its body. I realize it must be a house elf, which I remember reading about in some book. They work for a family until they are given clothes by their master, giving them their freedom.

"Dobby?" Harry says to my left, sounding astonished.

The creature looks up at Harry, its brown eyes gazing up at him. I turn my head to look at Harry, whose face looks like he just made a mistake. This house elf must not be Dobby. Harry has talked a lot about Dobby, but I have never really met him.

"Did sir just call me Dobby?" The elfs ears stick our far from his head, reminding me of Neville's ears when we were younger.

"Sorry, I just thought you were someone I knew." Harry's face turns a tad pink.

"But I knows Dobby too, sir!" The tiny creature squeals. "My name is Winky, sir-and you, sir- you is surely Harry Potter!"

"Yeah, I am." Harry replies modestly

After that I just tune out, staring across the pitch to watch the seats fill up. I notice a few more people file into the top box, including Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. I notice someone a bit more interesting enter through an archway. He and his parents edge through the second row. His pale face and stone grey eyes look perfect in the lighting. Draco Malfoy comes closer to me and sits down in the seat right beside me. He glares at Harry, Ron and Hermione, and then settles his gaze on me.

"Ah, Alex. I didn't know you would be here, how nice." He manages to lift one edge of his mouth in an attempt at a smile.

"Yeah well, here I am, Malfoy. " I Put emphasis on the last word, knowing we had three pairs of eyes staring at us.

"Why don't you bug someone else, Malfoy? You slimy git." Ron says protectively. Draco turns away and starts having a conversation with his mother.

"I really can't believe that after all these years, you are still the only one Malfoy is an ass to. He must have a thing for you!" Harry says to me in a whisper. I know Harry was joking at that last part, but I don't laugh. I mean, what if he really does? What would do? I can't even be friends with him, I would be betraying my friends, and I can not do that.