American Beauty

Chapter 34: Quidditch World Cup

I suddenly came crashing to the ground and the hairbrush bounced harmlessly over my head. I groaned as I stood up and brushed myself off.

"That was a portkey,"said Draco. "And I am quite positive that you did not enjoy that one bit."

"You are correct," I said. "So where's our tent?"

"This way," he said. He grabbed my arm and practically dragged me through the crowd to the tent we were supposed to be staying in.

"Is this it?" I asked when we got to the tiniest tent I had possibly ever seen.

"Go inside," he said. "It's magic obviously." I slipped inside the tent and my mouth dropped open. It was like a mini manor in tent form. I ran over to the door that had my name on it and threw it open. Inside was a queen sized bed and all the comforts of home.

I turned around and hugged the life out of Draco. "This is the greatest!" I exclaimed. He laughed.

"Get used to it," he said. "I think my parents like you so you may be subject to attend fancy dinners and such now."

"Wonderful," I said sarcastically. "Just wonderful."

"Well we do have to actually be productive now because the game starts in two hours and we have to get ready." I rolled my eyes and retreated into my bedroom to get changed. I was supporting Ireland because I knew that they could totally crush Bulgaria.

I pulled on green skinny jeans and a white sweater and put my hair up with a green hair tie. I painted a little shamrock on my cheek with the face paint I had bought earlier that summer.

"Are you done yet?" called Draco. "We have to leave."

"Coming!" I yelled. I opened the door and followed the Malfoys on a trek to the stadium.