Skill and Seclusion [2] || Harry Potter x OC x Draco Malfoy

109. Awful

DISCLAIMER

I do not own Harry Potter ... but if I did there would be some of these formal occasions mixed into the films (I will be writing some of them in this fic for sure ... maybe I'll even put a ball in there ... who knows)

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Bel felt awful.

The one thing that she was looking forward to was the possibility of sneaking away to surprise Harry and her other friends at the world cup.

But the way she had actually run into them couldn't have gone any worse.

They had all seen her with the Malfoy's.

Dressed like a Malfoy.

Heading to the same fancy place as the Malfoy's.

It was something that most certainly warranted an explanation. And Bel had one.

One that she was going to give them after she had surprised them.

But that's what made it all the worse.

They didn't have a clue that she would be there at all.

To them it must look as if she blew them off to voluntarily go with the Malfoy's instead.

Harry's reaction was the one she would fully expect him to have.

He could barely look her in the eye.

As for Hermione and Ron, both looked totally bewildered.

Fred and George weren't wearing their signature smirks and rather had wide eyes.

Ginny and Arthur both had scowls on their faces.

It was mortifying. Embarrassing. She felt ashamed.

Even though it wasn't necessarily a choice she had control over. And it wasn't as if she could explain any of that as they quickly had to separate before the game began.

Bel knew only one thing as she stormed ahead of the Malfoy father-son duo.

There would be nothing that would stop her from sneaking out now.

She had to find Harry and the others to explain herself.

It was only right.

The moment would have to wait, however.

The second she had entered the Minister's box, Bel was quick to realize that escaping wouldn't be on the table until after the game was over.

Just as she was afraid of, each of the higher ups and politicians present were all very eager to make her acquaintance.

At all times, she was surrounded by at least five or more elderly gentlemen all asking her question after question.

There wasn't a free second where she could even think to disappear.

She decided the opportune moment would come the second the game ended, and the crowds filtered out to begin either celebrating or cursing (depending on whether their supported team won or lost).

Bel could easily slip away in the size of those crowds and make her way to the main camp site in search of her friends.

And once she found them, she would begin with an apology, followed by her explanation.

Which is exactly what Bel was planning through in her head as she zoned out of yet another formal greeting with yet another boring Ministry official.

"My, my, my. You are much younger than I pictured you to be, I will admit. A fine young lady such as yourself having the title of Dumbledore's Ward? What a turn of events!" the man started to waffle on.