Potter's Shadow (Draco Malfoy)

Chapter 19

Entering the stadium the atmosphere was buzzing. I grabbed ahold of Harry's wrist as we started climbing the stairs as I was being juggled from side to side by fellow witches and wizards rushing to their seats. Harry looked back at me when he felt my cold grip on his wrist. I simply shook my head to signal I was fine as we continued our hike up the stairs. 

"Blimey Dad! How far up are we?" Ron asked Mr Weasley.

"Put it this way. If it rains you'll be the first to know" A voice spoke from the ledge below. 

I pushed my way to the side and looked over to see Mr Malfoy with Draco at his side. Draco looked very sophisticated dressed up in his suit- black shirt, black blazer, black trousers and black shoes. Very dark. 

"Father and I are in the minister's box by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself." Draco gloated as we walked round the corner. 

"Don't boast, Draco." Mr Malfoy reprimanded as he hit Draco on the chest with the end of his cane. Draco lifted his hand to his chest and gently rubbed where he had been hit. "There's no need with these people." 

I ended up pressed against the bar of the walkway with my grip still on Harry's wrist, who stood slightly behind me to my left. Harry started to turn around to move on as he suddenly stopped causing me to let go of his wrist. I looked down to see Lucius' cane on his foot. 

"Do enjoy yourself, won't you?" Lucius spoke menacingly. "While you can."

Harry was pushed on by Mr Weasley leaving me at the back of the group. I looked back once more to see Draco lingering behind. I went to turn around and follow everyone else.

"Rose" I heard a voice yell. 

I turned back in shock to notice the voice coming from Draco. 

"What?" I asked

"How's your..." He trailed off pointing to his side.

"It's fine." I muttered before turning again. 

"I don't believe you!" He called after me. 

"Then don't!" I yelled back before chasing after the others and up the next step of stairs reaching Ginny's side again. 

"Where did you go?" She asked.

"I needed a breather." I smiled.

We reached the top of the stadium not long later as Amos led us round to our seats which actually weren't seats.

"Come on up. Take your seats. I told you these seats would be worth waiting for." Amos called back as I ducked under a flood light behind the twins. 

As we all got comfortable green smoke appeared above our heads causing us to duck as a quidditch team in green flew over our heads. 

"It's the Irish! There's Troy" Fred pointed out.

"And Mullet!" George added. 

"And Moran" Fred pointed.

As the team dispersed at the centre of the stadium fireworks went off creating a jigging leprechaun. The stadium echoed with cheers for the Irish as they circled the stadium.

"Here come the Bulgarians!" The twins yelled.

Red robed wizards flew through the leprechaun breaking it to pieces as the chanting disappeared. One of the formation broke off and lifted himself of his broom in a one handed handstand. 

"Who's that?" Ginny and I asked together.

"Jinx!" We both shrieked as we raced to link pinkies and touching thumbs, a strange ritual we had come up with during the last weeks of term.