Chasing Shadows || Draco Malfoy x OC

(Summer) Year 4- Ch.19

The day arrived for Céline and her father to head to the Quidditch World Cup. Her mother was never a fan of the sport, so she decided to stay behind at the Everhart Manor. Céline on the other hand loved the feeling of flying and loved the sport.

She even wanted to join the Quidditch team in her third year, as a means to pick herself back up from all the bullying throughout her second year, but the push down the stairs had severely broken her arm and crushed any dream of playing.

Céline and her father walked up to the portkey that would take them to the games, before he stopped her from grabbing the cracked tea kettle.

"Now, let me quickly remind you..." he warned her in a low menacing tone. "You will not leave my side the entire time, you will behave yourself. You speak only when you are spoken to. Understood." He finished.

"Yes, father." She replied obediently. Then, at the same time as him, grabbed hold of the broken item. A moment later, Céline saw everything in her peripheral swirl around. She found the entire experience unpleasant, almost nauseating. It wasn't her first time using it, but even then, the feeling never got better.

Within what felt like minutes of swirling around, but actually were only seconds, they had arrived at one of the entrances of the stadium that held thousands upon thousands of wizards and witches who traveled from all over to watch the Quidditch World Cup. Céline couldn't help but stare at everything in awe.

Excitement formed like a bubble in her tummy, as she fixed her brown high waisted trouser shorts and tucked in any part of her thin white sweater that was out of place. Only for it to be popped, when a stern hand gripped her shoulder. She stiffened and looked up at her father who gave her a warning glance. Her smile that had appeared in her face, unbeknownst to her, slowly faded away to an indifferent expression.

They head towards the stairs that lead to the minister's box. After what felt like forever they almost had reached the top box, when Céline looked ahead and she noticed two familiar platinum blonde figures, she almost didn't notice Draco's mom since she doesn't have completely platinum hair.

"Good evening Mr. And Mrs. Malfoy." Céline greeted politely after feeling a sharp nudge to her upper arm from her father. Gaining the attention of the Malfoy family.

"I didn't know you were going to be here, Everhart," Draco looked at Céline with a small smirk on his face, "We were invited by the minister to sit at the Topbox." he flinched when he felt the metal part of his fathers cane hit his shoulder.

"I told you to stop gloating." His father said in a low tone.

"Ah, I see you as well. I have some international guests to tend to per the minister's request. I decided to bring her along as an early birthday gift to her." Charles said as if it were natural. Both Céline and Draco's eyebrows furrowed for a moment. They knew it was a lie.

For Céline, it was a lie for two reasons, first, she hasn't received a gift from her father since she was very young. And lastly, Céline's birthday was at the beginning of the month, August 5th. The day of the Quidditch World Cup, that day, was August 22nd. There was nothing earlier about that.

For Draco, he found it hard to believe her fathers words after what Céline told him earlier that year after the bullying incident. His eyes had never left Céline's face, so when he caught her quick frown, it only confirmed it was a lie.

"Will your family stay after the game?" Charles asked.

Lucius's eyes darkened for a moment before going back to an indifferent one. "We'll have to see, I suppose it depends on the winnings." He said almost bored. "Come along, Draco." They all started walking again with Céline and Charles behind them.

Once they reached the Minister's top box, Céline saw very familiar and friendly faces. The ones she was hoping to see later that night after the game. Harry, Ron and Hermione were seated at the very end of the second row next to other redheads she assumed were Ron's family.

She recognized the twins, Fred and George since she has spoken to them a few times during her year there. The young redheaded girl, Ginny, only spoke to her a couple of times since Ginny was still weary of her, being a Slytherin and all. They were looking out to the stadium excitedly.

They greeted the minister when he approached them, before the Minister turned to look behind them, "and— ah, here's Lucius!" He exclaimed. The trio turned their heads quickly to look at the Malfoys who had taken their seats, directly behind them.

"Ah, Fudge," Lucius reached his hand out to the Minister of Magic, "How are you? I don't believe you've met my wife Narcissa and my son, Draco?"

"How do you do?" The minister greeted them. "Allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oblansk. He's the Bulgarian Minister of Magic. Char— ah! Charles you too have arrived." The minister exclaimed to Celine's father as they also took their seats.

Céline's seat happened to be in between her father and the Bulgarian Minister. "Fudge, how are you?" Charles said to the minister, "I should also introduce my daughter, Céline."

"How do you do, Minister Fudge?" Céline greeted politely. Instantly gaining the trio's attention, their smiles widened at the sight of their friend. The minister gingerly shakes Céline's hand.

"Ah, what a polite young daughter you have, Charles. It's a pleasure to meet you, my dear." He greeted back.

"Change seats with me so I that sit with Mr. Oblansk." Céline's father told her already moving her over, so she sat in between her father and Draco. Céline followed orders without a word. She looked around before her eyes found her friends in front of her.

She gave them a discreet smile, before she was nudged on her left side. Draco had leaned over to whisper in her ear. Making sure he covered his mouth so no one could read his lips, which instantly earned a frown from Harry. Draco couldn't help but smirk as he eyed Harry as he spoke, "There are people watching, don't get yourself in trouble."

Her eyes turn to meet his icy gray-blue ones. "Oh, calm down." She whispered back, rolling her eyes, "no one is watching—"

"It's good to see you again dear." Draco's mother was leaning over past Draco towards Céline. "How was your summer?" She asked with a small motherly smile.

Céline's mouth immediately forms her usual polite smile, "Hello Mrs. Malfoy, I'm good thank you for asking. My summer has been fine. A lot of studying and reading. I hope you've been faring well?" She elbows Draco when she hears his stifled snort.

"Oh it's been lovely dear." Narcissa looked between her son and Céline, "I see you two are getting along well now? Draco had been sending a lot of letters of your quarrels the first half of your third year. I'm assuming you two have made amends?"

Céline's eyes widened, "oh, no we d—"

"Yes, mother." Draco interrupted before looking at his mother. "We have made amends, we've actually gotten," he glances in front of him with a smug look to the boy with a frown in front of him, pretending to talk to the redhead. ".. quite close." Harry's frown deepened.

His mother smiled and nodded before turning back to her husband. Draco looked back at Céline who was not frowning with a look of confusion. "You lied to your own mother." She whispered.

"I didn't lie, per say." He whispered back looking out to the pitch and shrugged. "I'm not wrong, we did get rather close that one time—"

"T-that's enough." She hissed, before turning away to look at the pitch. Draco glanced at the girl next to him, her ears were bright red. 

Authors Note::

I hope you're enjoying so far!

The next few chapters might be inconsistent with the length of the chapter, I just needed to split it in certain areas so it wasn't too awkward.

Xoxo- Mari