Silvermade || Draco Malfoy x Reader

Chapter 36 - The Quidditch World Cup

"Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!"

Ludo Bagman's voice echoed throughout the stadium. Everyone was clapping and shouting as thundering roars of the crowd buried Bagman's voice, while huge flags of Ireland and Bulgaria fluttered in the air.

"Without further ado, allow me to introduce the Bulgarian Team Mascot!"

The right side of the stands, which was filled with spectators wearing mostly red, yelled at the top of their lungs.

"Wonder what they've brought?" Ginny asked no one in particular.

Suddenly, Mr. Weasley exclaimed in utter delight.

"Veela!"

A hundred of white-gold haired women with skin appearing to shine under the moonlight glided onto the pitch.

I've read about Veela in books, and know for a fact that they are semi-human beings that seduces men, causing disorientation and sometimes make these seduced people do very stupid things.

The Veela started dancing and there was a very audible sigh of extreme admiration from most — if not all — men at the pitch.

I noticed Harry, who was sitting to my left, stand up. He inched forward in a daze and put one leg up over the edge of where we were seated, as if he was going to jump.

"Harry, what are you doing?!" I exclaimed at the sight of him.

Harry jolted and looked back at me, as if he had no idea what he was about to do a second ago.

"Ronald!" I heard Hermione yell from my right.

I turned and saw Ron, standing frozen in his place, looking as if he would dive off a springboard.

"Even Fred and George." Ginny sighed from beside Hermione.

Fred and George had dumb-looking grins on their faces, pushing Mr. Weasley who was seated in front of them out of the way as they tried to get closer to the edge of the box. Mr. Weasley was actively holding back the two while he chuckled as one finger was stuck in his ear.

The Veela magic definitely got to them.

My eyes strayed to the rows of seats in front of us. Draco was leaning over the walls of the box, his hands were waving to the front, as if trying to grasp at the Veela dancing at the field. Mrs. Malfoy was the only reason he hasn't toppled over yet, since she was holding him back by the collars of his suit jacket.

I felt a slight hint of irritation as I yanked Harry back to his seat. He was yelling angrily along with the rest of the enticed crowd when the Veela exited the pitch and sat by the sidelines.

"Honestly!" Hermione said with a huff and a roll of her eyes, as she sat back down after just stopping Ron from shedding his green top hat into pieces.

Ludo Bagman cleared his throat and raised his wand by his neck once again.

"Now, put your wands up in the air for the Irish National Team Mascots!"

Suddenly, a rainbow arched across the stadium for a short moment, and then it faded into a giant glittering shamrock.

As I squinted my eyes, I realized they were actually tiny bearded men in green waistcoats, carrying small pots that made up the shamrock. They soared up into the sky and started throwing what looked like gold confettis.

One had hit me right on the face, just as I realized that they were not confettis at all. They were gold coins. Galleons.

Everyone was trying to reach up to the raining coins, especially Ron, who was up on his seat trying to collect the coins with his green top hat.