You! | Draco Malfoy x Y/n |

-21-

Adrenaline was running high as thousands of witches and wizards ran across the stadium, screaming while red and brown clashed with green and gold across the vast space. 

"Wow! This is incredible!" I shout over the chaos as Harry buys me, himself, Ron, Hermione, Lennon, and Skye omnioculars from a small wizard vendor who had just apparated in front of us. 

"I know, right, Y/n?" Harry yells back eagerly as he hands me a pair. "Mind you lot, you won't be receiving any Christmas presents from me for about ten years!" A small blush emerges on my face at the comment, because judging by how much smaller Harry's money pouch looked, those omnioculars must've cost a fortune. 

"You two excited?" I ask Lennon and Skye, who are covered head-to-toe in bright colors. 

"Yes! My grandfazzer wuz part Leprechaun!" Skye shouts, adjusting the huge green-and-gold shawl draped around her body as she scolds Lennon for supporting Bulgaria. "Lennon boy obviouzly zupportz zee Veela! Once zee Ireland team winz, zen I shall talk to you!" She adds, tsking at Lennon. 

"No, no, no, Skye! Bulgaria has Viktor Krum on their team! Even Ron loves him, and he roots for Ireland!" Lennon yells, a dreamy look in his eyes at the mention of Viktor, earning a snicker from me and Skye. 

I smile at the mention of Ron. 

He and Lennon hit it off somehow at the end of the year, bringing Harry and Hermione into our friend group and all of the other Weasleys, bringing us all super close together. Fred and George, whose names aren't Gred and Forge, teased me all summer for making Draco 'Get weak knees'. 

I shake my head, grimacing at the amount of times I had to divert Lennon's attention from them to make sure he didn't find anything out about... never mind.

How they had figured out about all of that when it was top secret, I don't even know. I roll my eyes at the thought of Fred wiggling his eyebrows as George sang a romantic song about Draco and me when Lennon's admiring voice snaps me into the present.

"He's like a bird, the way he flies in the wind... What team are you rooting for, Y/n?" 

"Well-"

Just then, a huge booming sound erupts through the stadium, shaking the floor as Mr. Weasley's voice echoes to us. 

"It's time!" He screamed, waving his arms madly as a huge grin appeared on his face. "Come on,  let's go!"

We walk for about twenty minutes as green and red lanterns illuminate the way for us to get to the pitch. The atmosphere was so feverishly addictive that even Lennon and Skye were talking again, though still arguing. 

"But Viktor can-"

"Oh, enough about Kiktor Vrum, Lennon boy!"

"It's Viktor Krum, Skye! Don't disrespect the man, he's incredible!"

While their bickering was making me slightly hysterical, I couldn't stop grinning as I draped an arm around Hermione's shoulder as she spat Quidditch facts at me. 

"The longest match lasted three months, Y/n! Three months! They had to keep bringing in substitutes so the players could get some sleep..."

We take a final turn into the stadium, and, bloody hell, it's huge. Golden walls surround the pitch, and thousands of tiny colored dots cheer from the far end of the space. As we walk up to the top box of the stadium, I glance downward at the velvety grass, the crisp white lines on the field looking like toothpicks from how high up we were.

I meet eyes with Harry, who points up at a large blackboard that keeps scrubbing itself off to rewrite new sentences. 

All-purpose Magical Solution!

Wizardwear's Wardrobe!

Broom's to go!

I tear my attention away from the odd object to my omnioculars, and gently twist the knob on the right of the golden spectacles, and weirdly enough, everything goes backward, like the witches and wizards who were once seated begin to walk in the opposite direction. Still, when I remove the goggles, they're seated, like nothing ever happened. 

"They working alright?" Harry yells over the crowd, giving me a thumbs up. I return the gesture, fiddling with the left knob now when a tall figure scoops me up from the ground, and before I know it, I'm slung over one of the twins' shoulders, judging by the bright-red hair and scent of vanilla and pine. 

"Put.. me.. down!" I laugh as I'm set onto a couch, the twins' smiling faces beating down at me. 

"We have, Y/n! Now, what we need to discuss,-" Fred says seriously. 

"Is whose side you're rooting for!" George finishes, crossing his arms over his chest. 

"I told you, I'm-" 

But I'm cut off by another immense yell from the crowd, their screams deafening as the twins rush over to the railing, nearly trampling each other in an attempt to get there first.

"Guys, look!" Hermione and Ron say in unison, pointing to the blackboard I was staring at a few moments ago. 

I glare at the board, and the gold advertisements vanish as large letters fill the entire surface. 

BULGARIA: ZERO ; IRELAND: ZERO

"Without further ado," A voice erupting from the stadium's floor says triumphantly, "Let me introduce you to the mascots of Bulgaria!"

Lennon and Ron scream in unison, an uncanny similarity to little girls flashing across my mind as they scan the floor for Veela. Hundreds of beautiful women float out and onto the pitch, gracefully dancing, and as they slowly speed up, Ron, Harry, and Lennon attempt to crawl onto and out of the box seats, supposedly to jump out before Skye, Hermione, and I rush over to yank them back into their seats. 

"Honestly, the three of you are mental!" We scold as they look down sheepishly, Ron bending over to pick up the remaining shreds of his shamrock hat. 

"And now, the Leprechauns of Ireland!" The booming voice shouts, and small, stout leprechauns zoom onto the pitch in two directions, creating a rainbow between themselves. The two mascots fight by attempting to showcase their talents for some time, which is fairly amusing when the voice who introduced the two sides booms lowly over the pitch.

"And now, let the games... Begin!"