My Protector | A Harry Potter love story

year 4: chapter 1

These past couple of months have been life changing almost. My mum decided to send me letters this year while I was staying with the Grangers in their house. She wants me to come back home. Multiple times she has attempted this. I informed her multiple times I will only come back home if my father and Draco can accept me for who I am and who I'm friends with. She told me things are going to start being different in our household and she wants me to stand along side the rest of my family, a united Malfoy unit. I told her I'd think about it but to please also convince father to have some sort of compassion and care for me if she ever wants me to step in that house again. 

 On the plus side the Weasleys invited Hermione and I to go with them to the Quidditch World Cup. Ireland vs Bulgaria. Hermione and I are so excited to leave early this year we packed our bags as soon as we got in the invite and arrived at the Weasleys house only a couple hours ago. For it being 4 in the morning, Hermione and I are wide awake with excitement and have been helping Molly around the burrow and making breakfast with her. I told her the boys need to wake their lazy arses up soon. "Well go on ahead dear you and Hermione can wake them up now. Breakfast is almost ready, and you lot are leaving soon." 

I leap out of my seat and grab Hermione's hand in mine, and we run up the stairs to the boy's room. As we walk in, Ron is snoring, dead asleep, but Harry on the other hand, is having a nightmare. I run over to him and place my hand on his shoulder. "Harry! Harry! Wake up!" He opens his eyes at me and gasps. He tries to catch his breath while he grabs his glasses and looks over at me and sighs in relief. "Are you all right?" "Ara! Bad dream. When did you get here?" " A couple hours ago. You?" "Last night." I look at him curiously, something is different about him, can't quite place it until he sits up all the way. "What? IS there something on my face?" He uses his hand and pats on his face. "You grew out your hair, Harry." I tell him simply with a growing smirk on my face. "Oh! Erm- uh-yeah. I was planning on cutting it soon though don't worry." "Don't you dare do that. I love this on you." I use my fingers and weave them through his hair. 

"Ew. Gross." I hear Hermione say from behind me. I turn around and see her trying to wake up Ron. "Wake up! Wake up, Ronald!" She harshly whispers at him. He comes to and when he realizes it's Hermione standing over him, he uses his blanket to cover up him in his tank top. "Bloody hell!" "Honestly, get dressed." She grabs my hand, and we start to walk out of the room. "And don't go back to sleep." Harry groans in pain and tries to shut his eyes and I grab his bag and throw it at him, fully waking him up. "Come on lazy!" "Ron let's go! Your mother said breakfast is ready!" Hermione yells out as we leave to go back downstairs into the kitchen.

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After a quiet breakfast because most of the boys are still tired after having a late night with Harry when he got here, we finally start to make our way to an unknown destination. Ginny, Hermione, and I walk together with the twins and Arthur Weasley leading us, and imbecile one and two, and dragging along behind us.

"Ron, where are we actually going?" Harry asks. "Don't know. Hey, Dad. Where are we going?" "Haven't the foggiest. Keep up!" Authur yells out to them. After a while of us all walking in mostly silence, we finally reach our destination and hear a man's voice from up ahead. "Arthur! It's about time, son." "Sorry, Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start." He side eyes Ron who is completely unaware of the comment and just yawns. "This is Amos Diggory, everyone. Works with me at the ministry." Diggory... where have I heard that name before? A boy jumps down from the tree and as he stands up, of course. Cedric Diggory. Hufflepuff's seeker. Damn. He looks good. "And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?" "Yes, sir. This way." He motions for us to follow him, and we do so.

I look over at Ginny and Mione and we three smiles amongst each other. Yep, they are thinking the same thing. He got handsome over the break. But of course, Harry is still the only one I have eyes for, there is nothing wrong with appreciating the beauty in every kind of person. "Merlin's beard! You must be Harry Potter." I hear Amos exclaim to Harry from behind us, I look back to see Harry caught up in a conversation with Amos. I chuckle to myself and turn back around and follow the group.