the snake who lied [1] | a nagini story

Chapter 11

Before heading to the grand stadium, Davina went into the girl's tent to fetch Harry's light-blue hoodie. As evening started to lay itself on the sky alongside the weather, she decided it's for the best to cover herself again. The hoodie was inhibited with Harry's scent, sweet as autumn woods and oddly enough, broom polish. Nagini truly enjoyed wearing his hoodie, but she tried to bury that thought deep in her inhuman mind, afraid that Voldemort might sense it, even if the link between them was closed for the moment.

Davina quickly left the tent and hurried to meet up with her 'friends'. Ron and Harry were in complete awestruck to even notice that she joined them, because the sound of millions of wizards, all coming from different places were moving around them, half of them singing and dancing and the other half sprinting and laughing, trying to get a closer look to the Quidditch stadium. The atmosphere surely felt heavier with all the excitement waltzing in the chilly air, intoxicating Davina, but not in the right sense since she hated this sport and she couldn't stand seeing so many humans at the same time. Plus, her nose was tickling, picking up so many blood scents at once, with everyone's heart thundering in their chest and veins popping.

After 20 minutes of walking through the dark forest, the big and loud group emerged from its shadows and found themselves staring at the gold walls of the grand Quidditch stadium. At this point, Davina's mouth started hanging, having the same expression as the people besides her. Yes, she despised humans, but she couldn't deny that they have the potential of being far greater than they are. For example wizards- the shining stadium was the proof of how much talent they possess, yet most of them used it on animal/creature cruelty.

Mr. Weasley was having a small chat with Harry up in the front of the group, while he led them to the main entrance, which was already full with a sea of witches and wizards trying to find their spots as quick as possible.

"Prime seats!" said the Ministry witch at the entrance when she checked their tickets. "Top Box! Straight upstairs, Arthur, and as high as you can go."

Making their way through the rich purple stairs, Harry seemed to finally notice Davina's presence. Not only that, but he also stared in awe at his hoodie on her upper body.

"You are still wearing my hoodie?" he asked with a brow raised, moving closer to her so their shoulders were touching.

"Well yeah, the weather dropped as the sun left so I thought it may come of use again." She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world but adding "Don't worry Harold, you will get it back tonight."

Harry seemed to be thinking about her last sentence. "You know what; keep it as long as you want. It looks better on you anyway." He smirked.

It was Davina's turn to raise her brow. "Was that a compliment I heard? Honestly your majesty, I'm honored." She faked a shocking voice and bowed low to him.

Harry laughed at her reaction. "If you are going to bow that down, you might as well get on your knees."

At this moment, Davina's face was filled with actual shock as she got up. "Did you just make your first dirty joke?"

"What do you mean 'the first'? I've said plenty of dirty jokes along the years." He shrugged while his arm sneaked around Davina's waist and pulled her closer. The girl thought she might faint since she's never seen Harry act like this.

"Not on my watch you didn't, I would've kept count." The witch took a small pause then brought her hand up to his hair and tugged at his roots. "You didn't seem so confident when I kissed your cheek earlier." She added with sly smile playing on her face.

Harry tried to think of a comeback, but with difficulty since Davina's was brushing his hair with her palm. She was definitely the kind of girl you cannot out win. "You fluster me, I fluster you; this could become a deal."