Chosen

Chapter 7

"Aww, if it isn't the slimy git himself thinking he's better than everyone else because he can hide behind Daddy's money." I smirked at him, making myself loud enough so he could hear. I could hear Hermione whispering 'stop' behind me. I was right next to him now, still walking down the pathway.

"Oh yeah, and what makes you think you're any better? You're parents are cowards, which can't make you any different." I got really mad by this remark and pushed him up on the side of a wall drawing my wand up to his throat.

"You have no right to talk about my parents Malfoy, so shut the hell up, or I'll make you." He flipped me around slamming my back against the hard wall. I tried to get free of his grip, but he was too strong.

"I like the sound of that, Nyx." He said whispering in my ear. I gave a final big push and he stumbled backwards gently hitting some other wizard walking. I glared at him at him, my eyes like daggers.

"Come on Nyx." Fred softly stated grabbing my arm to go back to our tent.

We were all celebrating the Irish's win and the twins were fooling around as usual.

"There's no one like Krum!" Ron shouted at them.

"Krum?", "Dumb Krum" I heard them both say.

"He's like a bird the way he rides the wind."

Fred and George started flapping their arms up and down making weird noises.

"He's more than an athlete." Ron stated.

Fred and George threw their Irish flags on Ron still making bird noises. Ron shoved them off of himself.

"He's an artist!" Ron was being completely serious. Ginny came out from behind him rubbing his arm.

"I think you're in love Ron!" Ginny said.

"Shut up!"

The twins kneeled down side by side Ron.

"Viktor I love you!"

"Viktor I do!" we all joined in the song

"When we're apart my heart beats only for you!" We sang in unison. It was getting louder for some reason, but not from us. My left arm started to hurt; a shooting pain went through it causing my face to show how much it hurt.

"Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on." Fred stated from all the commotion outside our tent. They started bullying Ron again. Mr. Weasley ran over to them.

"Stop, stop it!" we all stopped what we were doing and looked at him. "That's not the Irish, we've gotta get out of here, now." We were all listening now, hurrying to get out of the tent. Death Eaters were approaching, the Dark Lord wanted me to stay put though, so I didn't blow my cover. We all exited the tent in a big group.

"Get back to the portkey everybody and stick together!" Mr. Weasley yelled ushering us to move. I walked in the direction everyone else was going, no need to run, they wouldn't hurt me. I lost track of where my friends were. I looked around and saw nothing. I was beginning to get worried. I didn't spot anyone I knew until that flash of platinum blonde hair caught my eye. I walked over to him like nothing.

"Aren't you supposed to be with your Weasley friends?" he asked me.

"Does it really matter?" I yelled through the screams of man wizards.

"Aren't you scared?"

"No, aren't you?"

"Does it really matter?" He replied mocking me. I stood a good distance away from him. Everybody was clearing out now and there were very few people.