'Tell Me Pretty Lies,' by moongirlel

Chapter 39: Quidditch World Cup

[Waterloo - ABBA]

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Mon. 8th August 1994- 5:25pm...

"We've still got awhile to go! Keep up, everyone!" Arthur grins, calling to us all over his shoulder.

I held Hermione's hand while we ascended may steps and seat rows. She swapped to Ginny's hand halfway through our walk, and Fred takes mine. He used himself as a body guard, due to his height, to clear a path.

"Dad, just how far up are we?" Ron asked, peering over the metal railing. The Quidditch field meters down from where we currently stood.

"Well, put it this way." Lucius' voice came from the floor below us. "If it rains, you'll be the first to know." He raised an eyebrow.

"Father and I have been invited to the Minister's box this evening," Draco walked after him. He brushed down the front of his suit, then shoved his hands into his pockets.

"By personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself," He smirked.

"Don't boast, Draco. Especially not to these people." Lucius poked him with the end of his walking cane.

Draco massaged his chest lightly, his smug expression dropping the moment he notice me standing behind Fred. His eyes shifted; softened even.

I purse my lips out, knitting my eyebrows together. Fred dropped my hand, to catch Hermione from behind when she slipped on the steps.

I would be lying to myself if I thought Draco didn't looked good. A black suit? One of my favourite outfits he has. And, he's grew his hair out a little, too.

I did miss him over the summer.

Lucius' cane caught the edge of Harry's shoe, "Do take care tonight. Won't you, Potter?" His eyes darkened, narrowing up at my brother. "As this might be the first and last thing you'll enjoy for weeks to come, at best."

"Your empty threats mean nothing to us, Malfoy." Arthur kicked his cane away, "Come along now, kids. This way to our seats!"

The Weasleys, Hermione and Harry continued their trek upward to our seats. Lucius chuckled, tapping his cane as he greets the Minister further down the row.

I place my hand on the railing to ascend, and Draco stretched up to grab my arm.

"Jane-"

I tug it back, "What? What do you want, Draco?"

"I just want to say that-"

"Draco! Come along, now!" Lucius called for him. "We mustn't leave our host waiting!"

Draco's face twitched, he stared up at me. "Join me in the box."

"No. Arthur payed good money for our seats. Besides, why would I want to watch a match behind glass, whenever I have a chance of speaking to one of the players up there?" I scoff, shaking my head. "And, why would I want to spend it in the box, with you? When I can spend it with my friends?"

He walked alongside me, rushed whispers in my direction. "Jane, don't return to the tent field tonight. Jane, listen to me. This is important-"