Unforeseen Bonds || Draco Malfoy

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Ministry of Magic
Office of the Minister
Level 1, Ministry of Magic
London, England

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Bletchley,

I hope this letter finds you well. It is with great pleasure that I extend a personal invitation to you and your esteemed family as well as the Malfoys to join us at the Quidditch World Cup this summer. As one of the most prestigious families in our community, it would be an honour to have your presence at this most celebrated event.

The Cup will take place at a private location, which has been magically protected and secured. As a guest of the Ministry, you will be seated in the Top Box, which offers the best view of the match. I trust you will find the arrangements to your satisfaction, and that this event will be an unforgettable experience for you and your children.

Please do not hesitate to reach out if there is anything further you may require in preparation for the event. I look forward to your attendance, and hope this occasion will mark the continuation of a strong and supportive relationship between your family and the Ministry of Magic.

Warm regards,

Cornelius Fudge
Minister of Magic

"Nitara!" I heard my mum yell from the lower floor.

Bloody hell almost scared the wits out of me! "Yes mum?"

"Come down here!" Making my way down stairs I am met with both of my parents as well as Miles sitting around the table. Accompanying them, a white parchment lined with silver ink is what has all my family member's eyes. "This was delivered to us yesterday, but we couldn't hold much of a secret..."

"Mum... This is for the Quidditch world cup? I thought you said money was tight recently so we couldn't go?"

"Well, get ready! Because we're leaving in thirty minutes." I shot my brother a toothy grin as we both ran up the marble staircase leading to our bedrooms. "Me and your father have the tent packed and everything so be on time!"

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Entering in, witches and wizards from all around apparated in, leaving a struggle to make our way through. The air smells of freshly cut grass, competitiveness and something magical. The stadium itself is massive, towering high into the sky, with enchanted banners waving the colours of the competing teams. Magical fireworks and charms light up the area, bursting in the sky in bursts of colour and team logos.

"Ah, there they are," my mother said, nudging me gently. She was always more at ease around people like Narcissa, her best friend for as long as I could remember.

Looking over, there stood Narcissa, Lucius and Draco. It has been about a month since I last saw the Malfoys, not ending on the best note with the youngest of the family. We weaved our way around the crowd. Narcissa smiled, the kind of smile that was polished, effortless, and yet, always slightly distant.

"Lilith! You all made it," she greeted my mother warmly, air-kissing both her cheeks. Her eyes swept over to me next, softening just a little as she added, "Nitara, darling, you look lovely."

"Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy," I said, giving her a polite smile, though my mind was elsewhere. Draco was standing just behind his mother, his expression unreadable as usual, though I noticed his eyes linger on me, the familiar grey burning into my vision, for a second longer than usual before looking away.

And holy shit does he look even hotter than I remember. 

Cornelius Fudge, with his green bowler hat perched at a jaunty angle, beamed at us. "Lilith, Miles, Angelo, wonderful to see you! And young Nitara, isn't it? All ready for the big match?"

"Yes sir." I replied, my voice as proper as I could manage. Standing this close to the Minister of Magic felt strange. I could feel the weight of his authority, but at the same time, he seemed almost too eager to please, like he was trying to make himself look good by associating with families like ours and the Malfoys.

"And Draco," Fudge continued, turning to the blonde standing a few paces away. "You must be excited for this one! I hear Bulgaria's Seeker is quite something. Think you'll be taking notes for your own game, eh?"

Draco gave a small nod, his voice short. "Of course, sir. Should be a thrilling match."

It was hard to tell if he was genuinely interested or just being polite. His eyes flickered toward me for a split second, but he quickly shifted his gaze back to the Minister seeing I was already staring at him. I tried not to react, but I felt my pulse quicken for reasons I couldn't quite pin down.

As our families exchanged more pleasantries, I found myself glancing around, trying to absorb the atmosphere. The stadium towered above us, magical lights twinkling in the distance, and fans were rushing past, their robes billowing in the wind. The excitement was infectious, but standing here among the Malfoys and Cornelius Fudge, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was more than just a sporting event.

This was politics, power, and status, all wrapped up in one grand spectacle. And, as usual, I was caught somewhere in the middle of it all.