You! | Draco Malfoy x Y/n |

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I don't think I've ever concentrated on something so hard before. My heart still pounds against my ribcage from the adrenaline of the match while Skye boasts beside me. 

"Zee?" Skye hisses at Lennon, a proud smirk on her face as she recited the game again. "Zee Ireland team weel never be beaten! 'Ee are just too good!"

"Whatever, Skye, Krum still got the snitch!" Lennon yells, voice slightly croaky from all the aggressive shouting from the previous event as he raises two hands, each balled up into fists. 

The two continued to bicker enjoyably as we made our way to the tent we were going to sleep in. 

"You two shouldn't be gambling," Mr. Wealsey's exasperated, yet excited voice warns Fred and George as we sprint down the purple, velvet staircase leading us out of the stadium.

"Don't worry, Dad, we've got big plans for this lot of money!" Fred exclaims, nudging George in the ribs as his counterpart grins widely. Shuffling past Skye and Lennon to get to the twins, who were eagerly whispering about their 'big plans', I accidentally bump into a tall silhouette. 

"Sorry," I yell, hastily turning around to apologize to the person I harshly knocked just now, but as I catch the familiar gray eyes of the blonde boy beside me, I quickly turn back around before he can say anything, as his mouth was already open with a smirk on his face, and shuffle even faster towards the twins to avoid conversation. 

A relieved sigh escapes my lips at the sudden interaction with Draco Malfoy, someone I had sworn to myself I would avoid for as long as I could. Grabbing the wrist of one of the redheaded twins, I flip them around gently so they face me. 

"Big plans, hm?" I inquire, a small smirk on my lips as their shocked expressions quickly fade. 

"Ah, George, the young are so curious, aren't they?" Fred asks George, pretending to act old as he wipes a pair of invisible spectacles. "We can't tell you, love. You'll see when it's time."

George gestures to the small tent in front of us, its sad exterior exposing rips and tears along the beige, frayed edges. I raise an eyebrow, confused about how the tent would fit me, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lennon, Skye, and the Weasley family. George thankfully got the message, gently steering me into the tent. 

My eyes widen at the sight in front of us. The tent's giant interior is filled with beds, kitchens, bathrooms, and tables, all arranged in neat chaos. 

"I love magic," Me and Harry whisper in unison at the marvelous space. Ginny and Hermione brush past me, giggling and whispering quickly as they explore the house. 

After a long while of more friendly bickering, songs, and laughing, I head to my room, which I share with Ginny and Hermione, and fall asleep before my head hits the pillow.

The air is thick, suffocating me as I wake up to Mr. Weasley's shouts. His voice cuts through the night, nothing like the cheerful calls from earlier.

"What's happening?" I mumble, rubbing my eyes. Hermione and Ginny exchange tense, confused glances, but there's no time for them to answer. Mr. Weasley bursts into our room, yanking the covers off our beds. "Get up! Now! This is urgent!"

I scramble off the mattress, the canvas above brushing my head. The sounds from before, like the cheering and singing are gone, replaced by screams and the pounding of footsteps outside. 

We rush out of the tent, the cold air stinging my face as we huddle together. Mr. Weasley counts us quickly, his eyes scanning the chaos.

The light from the fires casts shadows across the scene. Panicked witches and wizards are running, their faces struck with tears. Noises from the woods grow louder, ringing my ears. Mr. Weasley pushes us forward, towards the others. The screaming intensifies, and fear settles in my stomach.

We sprint across the field, dodging the dark figures that dart past us, spells flying dangerously close. Lanterns overhead flicker and go out, plunging us into near darkness.

Children's cries fill the air, and as I shut my eyes, I realize Harry, Ron, and Hermione aren't with us.

"Harry! Ron! Hermione!" I shout, my voice hoarse as I cup my hands to make the sound louder.

Finally, they appear. Charlie grabs us, and with a crack, we're apparated back to the tent.

My heart slams against my chest, my skin clammy as we stumble inside, breathless and shaken.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Ron shouts, voice echoing through the tent.

"Never mind that, where the bloody hell were you three?!" Me, Skye, and Lennon shout, each of us pointing fingers at the trio, Hermione's hair bushier than ever.

"Long story," Harry breathes, his elbows resting on his knees as he catches his breath. 

With that, we all sit in uncomfortable silence, all too panic-stricken to utter a word. Small tears run down my face, the coolness of them soothing the burn plastered on my face. 

And then, the last thing I remember was uninterrupted darkness.

A/n: Guys writing action sequences is weirdly fun

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