The Malfoy Girl

Chapter 3

Arriving at the tent they were both greeted with their father's stern face. I smiled innocently up at him and blamed it all on Theodore Nott, whispering a sorry under my breath to Theo who I threw under the bus. 

Freshening up I quickly made sure everything was in place in a mirror before traveling outside the tent to meet my father and Draco. I quickly grabbed onto my fathers offered arm smiling in thanks. 

As we were traveling to our seats, he was pulled away to a babbling man talking about some upcoming trial. He waved me and Draco forward as he stopped to talk, putting my arm through my brothers we continued the long journey to our destination. 

The annoying voice of Ron Weasley carried through the air, ruining the siblings once good mood, saying something about how high up they were. Ron had no manners and was a true abomination to all wizards. 

"Well put it this way if it were to rain, you would be the first to know." The familiar draw of my father's voice came from behind us, and I fought the urge to turn around in surprise, not expecting him to be so close. 

A small smirk graced my brothers face before it vanished, in its place an emotionless mask, we were taught to uphold when dealing with unpleasant guests. 

The lot of them turned to look at us openly showing disgust and distain on their faces. Potter rolled his eyes at the sight of us as Hermione Granger turned up her nose. 

A small sigh escaped my mouth as I leaned closer to Draco, a warning not to say anything stupid. "Lord Malfoy, always a pleasure." Arthur Weasley spoke up. 

"I'm sure" A smirk followed my father's words as me and Draco tried to suppress our smiles of amusement. "Do be careful Heir potter, you are quite high up and trouble seems to follow where you go." My tone was gentle, and anyone who overheard would think I genuinely was concerned for the boy's safety. 

He scowled at my words and Draco took a step forward, our father's cane was quick to shoot out preventing him from getting closer or opening his mouth though. Draco settled with a fierce glare as we walked past them. 

My head was held high, arm linked with Draco's not even bothering to look in their direction. "Stuck up bitch" Was mumbled from the youngest Weasley boy lips and Draco paused slightly. I tugged his arm gently, pulling him forward with me, not fazed. 

My father on the other hand slammed his cane onto potters' foot harshly stopping him from moving. "Do make sure your friend watches his mouth in the future Heir Potter." His voice held the promise of something dark if they were not careful.

With a single, reluctant nod from potter, my father removed his cane following behind us a neutral look on his face. His eyes gave him away though, they were ablaze with fury, which did not go unnoticed by his children, who simply glanced at each other. 

Once in our seats my father looked me in the eyes searching for any signs of real hurt from the ginger boys' words. When he found none, he smiled and gave me a gentle pat on the head before turning to talk to someone. 

"Em?" I glanced towards Draco's concerned expression and my face softened at my brother's worry. Oh, these Malfoy men, always so protective. 

"I'm perfectly fine Draco, it is nothing I haven't heard before." My words only made his frown deepen and I sighed. Before I could even attempt to talk to him someone took a seat in the other side of Draco sighing quite loudly. 

The familiar face of Theo peeped out from behind my brother's shoulder, and he quickly took notice of the tense atmosphere. "And what has caused this foul mood you two seem to have around you?" 

Draco slumped slightly into his seat before sitting straight and turning to face his friend. "Fucking red-headed git" he spat out. 

I rolled my eyes and looked towards the pitch in amazement. "Ah, and what did the little weasel do this time, may I ask?" 

 "Dra-"

"Called her a stuck-up bitch." I pursed my lips at being cut off but shrugged it off. "Right so what are we thinking shall we hex him or transfigure him into a roach." 

My head fell back with a small groan turning towards my father for help, but he simply smirked pretending not to hear the boys. 

I looked towards Theo seeing a smile on his face, but his eyes were serious. "Just let it go boys."

They both narrowed their eyes at me, and I met their stares. With a huff they nodded, and I smiled at them looking back towards the pitch, not knowing they were silently ignoring my plea and forming a plan for later. 

Soon enough the Irish rushed out on their brooms over our heads causing a gust of wind to blow around us. Me and Draco stayed quiet while Theo cheered loudly beside us. 

When the Bulgarian team was called, me and Draco were quick to clap to support our favorite team. I watched as Viktor Krum, their seeker, did an impressive trick on his broom before flying to a stop, pumping his fist towards the crowd. 

Suddenly my eyes locked onto his dark ones, and I blinked in shock once, and when I looked back there was a small smirk on his face making my face flush red. 

"Hmm, not a bad match for you I suppose." 

"Yes, good family, and he would protect her well." 

"And he already has a good, high paying job."

"Exactly my thoughts father" My father and Draco spoke above me, my head whipping back in forth, mouth open trying to form words. 

"You'll catch fly's little Ember." I glared at Theo and looked to my father. "What are you two talking about." 

He smiled at me and patted my head, making my frown deepen. "You and Heir Viktor of course." My head whipped to Draco. "What?!" 

"Oh, come on, you never blush, and we all saw that little moment you two just had." Theo spoke up from behind Draco, and I was tempted to throw him over the ledge. "I must say I approve, good choice Ember." My father's voice sounded proud.

"I do not know what you are all going on about right now." I huffed crossing my arms looking straight forward. They all laughed at me saying oks and sures. 

"I dislike all of you."

"Maybe, but not Viktor."

More laughter followed and I sunk into my seat, my posture and noble training out the window as I tried to fight off the embarrassment from my family. If my mother could see me now, she would have a fit. 

"ugh"