Hidden Feelings - A Draco Malfoy Love Story

Chapter Seventeen - Fourth Year

A/N I've published three chapters now today because I have no life...but I enjoy having no life and getting to write all day so ha

Dear Elizabeth,

I don't care if you've been having the best summer of your life. You're coming to the burrow as soon as you can. My parents got tickets to the Quidditch World Cup so you're going to have to come here and join us. Got that? Good.

I would go ahead and tell Mum you can go, but since she can always tell when I'm lying I'm going to need you to write back saying we can floo to your house and pick you up on Thursday (or sooner if you can). Hermione and Harry are coming as well. Bring your stuff for Hogwarts, too, because there's so little time in between the game and school starting that there's no use in going home.

If I haven't convinced you enough already, Bulgaria is playing, and do you know what that means? VIKTOR KRUM will be playing. You hear that? VIKTOR KRUM! So please write back the moment you get this. We're looking forward to seeing you.

Sincerely, Ron

P.S. Sorry if Errol breaks anything.

I smile to myself at the last note, glancing at the potted plant that is now spilled on the ground. I can't even bring myself to be angry, I'm so excited about the World Cup. Errol sits on the edge of my chair, eyeing the things around him as if wondering which ones he should avoid. I sit down and get out parchment and a quill, writing back to my friend.

Dear Ron,

You can pick me up as soon as you like, as long as you write back telling me within a day's notice. My mother is typically alright with these things, so I'm going ahead and saying she will be alright with this. If she isn't okay with it, I already sent the letter, so...oh well?

I'm looking forward to seeing you and the others. I hope your summer has been going well (although I assume this will be the highlight, with me there and all). Thank you for inviting me! See you soon!

Sincerely, Elizabeth

P.S. Apology accepted.

I fold the parchment and put it into an envelope, sealing it before handing it to Errol. I open the window as wide as it goes, backing up before the clumsy owl flies out, dropping a few feet in the air before continuing on.

I wait eagerly for Mother to get home, making chocolate chip cookies just incase she needs persuasion. Baking has always been an unspoken request in my family; if you want something from someone, you make them some sort of treat. I can't help but eat a couple before she gets here, not able to resist the smell of the recipe my father and I developed.

When I returned home for the summer, Mother informed me that Dumbledore contacted her when I was hurt. I guess she was so scared that she forgot about Father, and she didn't say a thing about him. She was simply happy that I was okay. I did get an earful about Malfoy, after she saw our interaction at King's Cross, her telling me that his father was a terrible person and that I should stay away from him. I didn't argue, which worked well, and she became the mother I used to know.

I see the curiosity in Mother's eyes the moment she walks inside. "Are those cookies I smell?"

"Yes," I say, biting back a smile from my spot on the couch. She raises an eyebrow.

"What is it?" she chuckles, heading toward the kitchen after dropping her bag on a chair. I follow her, laughing as she makes a beeline toward the plate.

"My friend invited me to the Quidditch World Cup," I tell her excitedly.

"Really?" she says through a mouthful of cookie. She holds up a finger before swallowing. "Who?"