American Beauty

Chapter 33: Staying With The Malfoys

I walked back to the compartment I was sharing with Draco quite satisfied with myself. Now I was in on all of the goings on with the trio and I didn't have to here it second hand from someone else.

"Laila!" called Draco. "I just got word from my parents and they said that you are to stay with us this summer break so we can go to the Quidditch World Cup together."

"Really?" I exclaimed. "Have they talked to my father yet?"

"Yeah. You're coming with us as soon as we get off the train." I fist bumped my best friend and collapsed into the squishy train seats.

"The Quidditch World Cup, huh?"

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The last week of summer was the perfect week for watching Quidditch. It was clear skies and warm nights the whole time. I was busy packing for the overnight at the stadium from my room at Malfoy Manor.

It was a splendid and grand room that I couldn't really call a room. It was more of a guest wing. You walk through the door expecting a simple bedroom and you get a mini living room, a bedroom, and an attached bathroom. It was kind of crazy.

I pulled on yoga pants and my favorite blue sweater and dashed downstairs with my overnight bag. It was just a backpack but I didn't need that much.

I slung it into my back and shivered as I waited for the Malfoys to descend the stairs. Draco came first in black jeans and a dark green long sleeved shirt. His father came in traditional robes. Narcissa wasn't coming.

"Let's go," said Draco. "We can't be late for the port key." He strode out into the dark garden and I followed wondering what a portly was.

Out in the garden was a silver hairbrush. Draco walked straight up to it and placed his finger on it. "Come here and just place your finger on it," he said. I put my pointer finger on the handle of the hairbrush and felt myself whisked off the ground into a vortex.