'Tell Me Pretty Lies,' by moongirlel

Chapter 40: Amber Flames

[DEATH - Melanie Martinez]

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Mon. 8th August 1994- 10:01pm...

Leaving the stadium, an ocean of people packed every possible entrance and exit. I decided to stay with Draco for the remainder of the match, exiting the arena with him close behind me.

His hand in mine, the other on my waist, guiding me. We weaved through everyone, finding a spot to stand and wait for my brother and friends. Thankfully, Lucius was too preoccupied answering questions to the Minister and other similar people within that profession, to notice us.

Harry rushed over to me. My hand still linked with Draco's.

"Jane! Where did you go? You disappeared for hours." He asked, frowning at Draco.

"Yeah, bloody hell, we thought something bad happened to you." Ron told me, "Well, I suppose Malfoy is something bad."

Draco scoffed loudly, "Watch your tone, Weasle-bee. A man was following her, so I brought her to the Ministers box."

"And how did you know that? Did you follow her too?" Ron laughed in disbelief.

"Of course I did, don't play me out to be some creep, she's still my girlfriend, you orange haired twat."

Harry faced me, and I shrug. Letting go of Draco, I whispered into his ear. "It's alright. I'll see you at school, Draco."

"Draco!" Lucius parted the crowd for himself, as though it were the sea, and grabbed his son. "People will talk. Come, your mother is expecting us at home."

Draco gave me a small grin, and left with his father.

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"Did you seriously ditch us for Malfoy?" Ron asked me.

Arthur leads us back towards our tent, and we all took a spot by the kitchen, or tiny living space to relax in.

"I didn't exactly have a choice. I spotted a man, near one of the exits. And he was there again, next to the bathrooms. If Draco wasn't there, he could of came closer to me, Ron." I sigh.

"Oh, so he's what... like some hero now, is he?"

"Ron, that's enough." Arthur warns him, "Talk about something else, please. We've had a great day, and an argument is the worst way to end it."

"Fine." Ron slouched down on the sofa.

"I thought Krum performed quite admirably," Ginny spoke up. Obviously, an attempt to wind him up.

"Quite?" Ron gasped. "Quite? Ginny, are you out of your mind? He didn't do quite, he did terrific!" He stood up, "Krum's like an Artist. Especially the way he rides the wind! Did you see how many points he scored tonight for his team, after catching the Snitch?"

"No."
"No, not at all."
His brothers both smirked.

"I hardly noticed his performance, too busy cheering on my own team - The Irish." Fred laughed, dodging Ron's playfully fist attack.

"Play nice, little brother. But, we certainly don't want you turning a blind eye to some buff looking Seeker." George took the flag around Ron's shoulders and tossed it over his head.