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seventeen

The end of summer couldn't come any slower. Draco and I had been packing and repacking for ages, all too excited for the Quidditch World Cup that would be coming up a week before school began. Narcissa and Mr Malfoy had been getting everything ready for the event with curious precision. Then finally, the four of us left to the campsite where all the Quidditch watchers would stay for the World Cup.

"I reckon Bulgaria will win," Draco said in my ear once we Apparated outside of the muggle campsite. There was a weird black smoke around us but I blew it off as we had Apparated into it.

"Nope, it's Ireland for me," I scoffed.

Draco and I argued our assumptions all the way to a large plot of land, that read Malfoy, with a beautiful black and gold tent. It stood next to another grander tent. Walking into the tent, I let out a small gasp. It was beautiful. It was actually perfectly decorated with a nice sized kitchen and three separated walkways that most likely went to our... rooms?

"Adelaide," Narcissa said, "your room is on the left. Draco, yours is next to hers. The match isn't until later tonight, so please get ready and freshen up."

"Yes, ma'am," I said as Draco said, "yes, Mum."

"Draco, please don't forget to dress nicely," Lucius said to his son. "I don't want you pretending to look like those muggles like all the others around here."

"Of course, Father," Draco nodded curtly.

At her husband's words, Narcissa came over to me and handed me a one piece body suit looking thing that was deep purple, almost black. It was incredibly stretchy and flowy, better than wearing a tight dress or uniform robes. The outfit was long pantsed and had short sleeves to keep it in place. It matched my usual pair of black flats that I wore with the nice outfits Narcissa or Quintzy put out for me.

"Your hair is still short, so if you pin up the front few pieces it'll bring together your outfit," she suggested.

"Of course, I'll get ready," I smiled widely.

There was only four hours until the World Cup.

I took my time in showering and getting ready for the event.

With two hours left until the start of the game, I slipped on the airy bodysuit and my black flats. Walking out of my room, I saw Draco sprawled along the sofa, taking a nap. He has long taken his shower and put on a fitted suit, as Mr Malfoy usually wore. With a sly smile, I crept over to Draco and scared him.

"Adelaide Faye!" he bellowed.

I doubled over with laughter and held my chest, trying to catch my breath.

"What was that for?" Draco huffed, fixing his dishevelled hair.

Once I caught my breath, I said, "I want help with my hair."

"So you ask me?" he said, looking offended. "Ask my Mother."

"No, you're always messing with your hair and it always looks nice," I whined. "Please just brush it and put a clip in it. I'm tired."

After much deliberation, I finally got Draco Malfoy to brush my hair. As he did so, Narcissa came out holding a folded robe. She stopped abruptly as she spotted us and bit her lips, stifling a laugh. Instead of addressing us, she shook her head, with a small smile, and continued her walk.

Just as Draco put the clip in my hair, Lucius came out, in his usual crisp, black suit and ornate snake wand cane, and told us it was time to leave. Quickly, Draco and I fell in line with Narcissa and Mr Malfoy. The walk to the stadium was a short one as our campsite was very close to the arena.