Bad Blood | Draco Malfoy

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For the match, we are sitting around the middle near a large group of Bulgarian supporters. The noise is incredibly loud, and just as the match starts the ruckus intensifies so much I can barely hear what the commentator is saying. Ireland's opening stuns me: tiny, shimmering leprechauns descend from the air and dance energetically while the Irish flag is created with fireworks of emerald, sunset orange and silver. The Irish Quidditch team swoop from above and greet the cheering crowd.

All attention is drawn from the Irish Quidditch team when bursts of red sparkles break apart the Irish flag, replacing it with the green, white and red of the Bulgarian flag. Girls run out into the pitch, dressed in short skirts and tight tops, and begin to cheerlead. From the way all the men around me (including Blaise, Dave and Elliot) begin to stare at the girls, transfixed and awed because these girls are Veelas - irresistibly beautiful make men fall at their feet. Mum has to smack Dave's face for him to break out of his enchantment. Tracey and I both tear Blaise and Elliot away from the Veelas and force them to watch the game.

Ireland, as I predicted, are ahead with the points because of how amazing their Chasers are. The Bulgarian Chasers (identifiable by their anger and aggression) attempt to snatch the Quaffle from the Irish but fail miserably. Later on in the match, a fight breaks out between the Veelas and Irish leprechauns.  Everyone's screaming and the commentator is struggling to calm everyone down. 

          "Take the Veela's off!"  Tracey screams angrily, clutching the rail in front of us.  Blaise gives Tracey a disappointed grimace and rolls his eyes.

          "Those girls are the highlight of the match, I'd pay to keep them on," Blaise says, peering down at the battle raging out upon the field.  Tracey raises her hand and slaps Blaise so hard I can hear the sharp thwack oh her hand colliding with Blaise's cheek.

          "And you called me desperate, you prick," she hisses.  I nibble my lip in anticipation and anxiousness. 

          Instead of rebutting, Blaise gives Tracey a tiny smile while he rubs his cheek.  "I needed that."

         "You sure did," she nods, shuffling closer to me. 

          Ireland are awarded a penalty, which infuriates the Veelas to a whole other level that fireballs are being thrown around the pitch.  Finally, to mine and Tracey's pleasure, the Veelas are sent off and Ireland carry out their penalty perfectly.  The match carries on and I'm at the edge of my seat, seeing that Ireland are so ahead that even if the Snitch was to be caught by the Bulgarians, Ireland would win.

          And they do.

          The infamous Viktor Krum performs the Wronski Feit, tricking Aidan Lynch (the Irish Seeker) and claims the Snitch for himself. The one hundred and fifty point bonus does not bring Bulgaria to success as the Irish have scored more than enough points by scoring. The stadium vibrates heavily with the noise coming from everyone, angry or disappointed. I whoop and cheer along with Tia, showing my appreciation for the amazing match I've just watched.

"Seamus would be proud," she says.

"You're saying it like you are interested in him," I reply, holding back the truth that I'm dying to out.

Tia just smiles at me, shaking her head and I know that she likes him too much to not deny their relationship. I'm just waiting on the moment when she'll admit to me and I can respond by informing her about the little conversation I heard between them.