The Goblet of Fire//Draco X Reader

1 - World Cup

"Where are we actually going?" You ask, running a hand through your (h/c) hair. It is hidden beneath a black baseball cap, matching your jeans. You wear black sneakers and a white tank top, which is covered by a lime green jacket. A black satchel is at your hip, and its stuffed with clothes for days. You walk in the woods with the Weasley family, as well as your brother ans Hermione.

"Dont know." Ron says, looking to Arthur Weasley who leads the way. "Hey dad! Where are we going?"

"Havent the foggiest! Keep up!" Arthur calls, leading the pack of red heads as well as Granger, yourself, and Potter; who had a nightmare same as you the prior night. A snake, a mans voice, a spell. Its all very vague.

"Arthur! Its about time, son!" A man says from a bit farther ahead. You stroll to a stop next to Mr. Weasley, seeing a plump man with ginger hair.

"Sorry, Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start. This is Amos Diggory everyone, he works with me at the ministry." Your eyes flash yellow for a moment when something drops from the tree above you, landing in your face. You take a step back, seeing a boy with brilliant red hair and chocolate eyes, rather attractive, really. "And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?"

"Yes sir." Cedric looks at you, smiling kindly. You can hear Ginny and Hermione giggle as Amos and Cedric lead the way, while Amos speaks.

"Why, you must be (Y/N) Black and Harry Potter!" He exclaims, looking at you and your adoptive brother. You nod, but as you are still tired in the early hours of the day, you dont pay any attention to the rest of the conversation.

*Time Skip*

Eventually, you make it to a hillside on the outskirts of the woods, and everyone begins to climb it. You and Harry narrow your eyes as they all circle an old, filthy boot. You look to Fred and George, who laugh at your cluelessness.

"Its a portkey, mate!"

You walk closer to the boot, and everyone grabs a part of it. Amos begins to count down, and you quickly latch onto the shoe.

"Two-"

"Harry!" You say, seeing he is not grabbing the shoe like everyone else. You grab Harry's hand, and as Amos says 'One', you begin to spin wildly. Everyone screams, although Fred and George laugh, as the ground disappears and you circle the shoe.

"Let go, kids!" Arthur says from beside you.

"What?!" You ask, thinking this is insane. You're spinning wildly in the middle of Merlin knows where! Why let go of the boot?

"Let go!" You shake your head, dropping the shoe and wait for what you expect to be a wild flail in the wind. Instead, your chest collides with the ground, and you pull yourself up.

Everyone is around you, the Weasleys, Amos, Cedric, and Granger. Arthur begins to climb a nearby hill, and the rising sun blinds you for a moment. Instead, you hear the faint sound of jubilee and upbeat music playing. As you reach the top of the hill, your eyes go wide.

Hundreds of thousands of tents are set up in a wide valley, and an enormous green hill is near the ocean. At the top of the hill is a stadium;clearly for Quidditch as the pit is set in the ground and millions of seats climb into the air. Players zip through the sky on their brooms, and people shout in the mass of tents and flags. It looks like a giant carnival!

"Well kids, welcome to the Quidditch World Cup!" Cedric looks over at you with Arthurs words, smiling at you. You return his expression, walking into the sea of color and pushing through the crowd. Eventually, Arthur comes to a miniscule white tent. He pulls open the flap, and everyone clambers in. You look at Harry in disbelief. How is everyone supposed to fit? You sigh, ducking into the fabric and indoors. You shake your head as you see the inside of the tent.

Its much bigger on the inside, being its obviously enchanted. The roof rises ten feet with ribbons and drapes cascade to the floor, and many pieces of furniture are inside. There are many bunks, dividers for privacy, a kitchen, living room, and dining room where Fred and George are yelled at for having their feet on the table. You giggle, then turn to Harry who has candle light reflecting off his glasses.

"I love magic." You both say simutaneously. You walk towards a bunk with Hermione, taking the top and throwing your bag up to it. You walk to the dining room, where you see the twins take their feet off the table until their dad walks past, then put them back up.

"So, when does it start anyways?" You ask, taking off your cap. George picks it up, placing it on his ginger hair.

"Not for awhile, wanna cause a scene outside?" George asks, taking out his wand. You smile, revealing your own dragon fanged wand to him. Fred stands, and you all sneak outside to find some sort of mischief to errupt.

*Time Skip*

"Blimey dad!" Ron says, walking along the multiple metal platforms of the Quidditch Pitch. Millions of people flood the stands, each shouting for a different team. "How far up are we?" 

Arthur goes to answer, but he is cut off by a sudden cocky, all too familiar voice.

"Well, lets just say if it rains, you'll be the first to know!" Lucius Malfoy says, walking on the platform nearby. You roll your eyes, rather sick of the long, platinum blonde haired man already. He uses a cane, though its merely for decoration.

"Hello, Lucius. How's Dobby? Oh thats right....." You say, placing a hand on your chin. Lucius growls, then barks a single word that sends your heart soaring.

"Draco!"

From the platform your boyfriend, the young Malfoy, walks next to his father. You cant help but blush when you see him in a black tuxedo, along with a matching tie and button up shirt. He smiles when he sees you, but hides it when his father looks at him.

"Father and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself!" Draco grins from ear to ear, thinking he is pleasing his dad. Its obvious he has done the opposite as Lucius pokes Draco  in the stomach with his cane, then glares back at you.

"Dont boast, Draco. These people arent worth it." You roll your eyes, knowing that Draco would just be upset now that his father scolded him. You turn to leave, but your jacket sleeve is pulled tightly. You turn around, seeing Lucius has hooked his cane on your sleeve.

"Please, enjoy it while you can." He sneers at you, and being the confident person you are, you smile.

You give him a cocky salute with your hand, which has the dragon tattoo wrapped around your wrist, and make sure your lightning scar is visible. You walk away, flipping him the bird with painted black nails.