Hidden Feelings - A Draco Malfoy Love Story

Chapter Eighteen

"Are we almost there?" Ron groans.

"Our seats are right up there." Mr. Weasley points to one of the only empty boxes left in the stadium. The smile on his face shows that nothing can ruin this evening, not even his annoying son.

"My feet hurt."

"Shut up, Ron!" Harry has to shout over the noise.

I suddenly feel my stomach twist as I catch sight of familiar blond hair.

Malfoy faces away when I first see him, but he soon turns around. His eyes meet mine right away, and without his expression changing, he snaps his head away. I frown, but quickly shake the feeling of disappointment off, not understanding why I'm upset about him ignoring me again.

"Arthur!" someone calls out. A man with hair the same shade as Malfoy's steps down toward us, holding his hand out.

"Lucius," Mr. Weasley says coldly, hesitantly accepting his hand.

"I'm shocked to see you here," he says, a smile playing on his lips. "How did you manage to afford this?"

His eyes scan the group, landing on me. His smile grows, making my heart begin to race with nerves.

"Elizabeth Medlor." He steps down further, holding out his hand once again. "I've heard some things about you. It's great to finally meet you."

My eyes flicker up to the box that Malfoy sits in. He doesn't look at me, but at the ground, and I can see pain in his expression. I turn back to his father, and move around those in front of me, taking his hand.

"It's...great to meet you, too," I say, narrowing my eyes at the man. He lets go and walks back toward his seat, leaving me wondering why he has heard of me and why he would want to shake my hand.

"Why has he heard of you?" Harry whispers to me as we take our seats.

"I don't know," I admit. "Dra-Malfoy, he's been nothing but a jerk to me. I don't know why he'd talk about me."

I don't know why I almost say Draco.

"Maybe word got around at the Ministry," Hermione suggests. "From when you were hurt."

I quickly nod, sighing a little. "That makes a lot more sense."

"Yeah, what would Malfoy be doing, talking to his father about you?" Ron snorts. I bite my lip, casting my eyes downward.

"I don't know."

••••••••••

"HA! We told you all!" the twins screamed in unison.

"Krum gets the stitch-"

"-but the Irish win!"

"That seemed impossible!" I grumble to Hermione, digging a galleon out of my bag.

She chuckles. "You don't bet with the twins. Anything can happen, when they're involved."

"Elizabeth," they chorus, holding their hand out. I begrudgingly hand them the coin, rolling my eyes.

"I figured. That's why I only bet one galleon," I say.

"Come, everyone! Stay as close as possible, it's going to get crowded!" Mr. Weasley shouts. Hermione and I link arms as we exit the box, seeing that everyone is leaving the stadium at once.

"Ginny!" I wave her over and she smiles, joining us by linking her arm with mine. Slowly, we make our way out of the place, and once we escape, the crowd diminishes as people spread throughout the field.