Potters Girl (Draco Malfoy x reader)

Year Four, Chapter One

*START OF YEAR FOUR*
The summer went by fast, lots of adventures with the Weasleys, intimate moments with Harry. There's still no label on us, which is weird but I won't question it.

"Y/n..." A voice wakes me from my sleep and I feel a hand rubbing my arm. "Good morning, love."

"Morning, Harry." I sleepily blink. I feel Harry crawl into bed with me and I snuggle into his chest, accidentally falling back asleep.

"Mrs. Weasley says breakfast is ready, you two need to come downstairs." I hear Hermione whisper.

"I'm bloody starving, let's go." I say, half asleep still.

"I know you're not about to forget my hug, y/n!" Hermione says. I laugh and hug her. She explains she got here earlier in the morning.

We hurriedly eat breakfast and pack to go to the Quidditch World Cup!! Walking through a grassy field, Hermione and I walk side and side, Harry on my other side and Ron beside him. The twins in front of us, and Arthur leading.

"Where are we actually going?" Harry asks.

"Don't know. Hey Dad! Where are we going?"Ron shouts.

"Haven't the foggiest, keep up!" Comes the reply.

"Arthur! It's about time son." An older man says.

"Sorry Amos. Some of us had a bit of
a sleepy start. This is Amos Diggory
everyone, he works with me at the ministry.
And this strapping young lad must be
Cedric, am I right?"

"Cedric!" I yell. He sees me and smiles widely, opening his arms. I run over and jump into him, engulfing him in a hug. Cedric and I are friends, but last year we started talking more.

"I guess that's a yes!" Mr. Weasley laughs.

Hermione, Cedric, and I walk together, catching up about our summers. We walk up a hill and see a port key at the top. Ugh, I'm not excited to use it.

As Mr. Diggory counts off, we all touch the boot.

"Harry!" I shout as I see he's not touching the boot. He rushes over and puts his hand on the boot.

"Three!"

Everything goes white as we travel. I feel dizzy as we spin around, my stomach dropping.

"Let go kids!" Arthur yells.

"What??" Hermione and I yell.

"Let! Go!" Arthur repeats.

We do so, and all drop to the ground hard. Glancing up, the older men and Cedric are walking down from the sky gracefully, unlike us. Cedric lands and walks over to me, extending a hand out. I smile and grab his hand and he pulls me up with no effort. I stumble, and he catches me.

I ran into his chest face first, the height difference obvious. I laugh and look up and notice he's laughing too, his cheeks dusted with pink.

We all walk together, seeing tons of tents and people set up in the area, people flying on brooms above our heads.

"Well kids, welcome to the Quidditch
World Cup!" Mr. Weasley says, smiling.

"Parting of the waves I think old chap,
see you at the match." Amos says, shaking Arthur's hand.

"I'll see you later, y/n." Cedric says, hugging me tightly.

"Bye, Ced!" I say, smiling at him. He walks away and Hermione nudges me and gives me a look.

"He's definitely in to you." She whispers.

"As if!" I laugh.

"Home sweet home!" Mr. Weasley states as we enter the tent. It's a huge tent, with plenty of space.

"Girls, choose a bunk and unpack." Mr. Weasley says, referring to us. Hermione and I walk over, I pick a bed and Hermione chooses the one next to me. We both picked the top bunk of each bed, of course. Ginny goes under Hermione, and Harry throws his bag on the one under me.

"Ron, get out of the kitchen we're all hungry." Mr. Weasley exclaims.

"Yeah, Ron! Get out of the Kitchen!" The twins echo from the other room.

"Feet of the table!" Mr. Weasley targets at them.

"Feet of the table!" The twins take their feet off, and put them back on immediately after. It's chaos, organized chaos, almost.

We enter the stadium and start ascending  the stairs.

"Blimey Dad, how far up ARE we?" Ron asks.

"Well put it this way, if it rains... you'll be the first to know" Comes a smug voice from below us. My heart drops as I see Draco and his father standing there. Draco eyes me up and down, finally making eye contact and smirking at me. He looks different. His jaw more angular, he's wearing a formal black suit. His hair is styled and brushed to the side nicely, although I miss the messy look it had last year. He looks more grown up honestly. He smiles at what his father said, his teeth pearly white. I see the glint of his ring in the lighting and my breath hitches. He's still wearing it.

"Father and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself." With a whack to the stomach, Draco shuts up.

"Don't boast Draco. There's no need with
these people." Lucius sneers. He eyes me, then notices Harry beside me.

"Do enjoy yourself won't you. While you can." With those sinister words, we find our seats.

"Come on up, take your seats. I told
you these seats would be worth waiting
for." Arthur exclaims.

"Come on!" George yells.

"It's the Irish!" Fred finishes as their mascot, a leprechaun, appears in the sky. the team flies across the stadium.

"Here come the Bulgarians!" The team bursts through the leprechaun in the air.

The crowd chants for Victor Krum as he starts performing tricks on his broom.

"Good evening! It gives me great pleasure
to welcome each and every one of you
to the final of the 422nd Quidditch
World Cup. Let the match begin!" Comes the voice of the Minister over the loud speaker.

The game goes by quick, Cedric on one side of me, George on the other. I love the twins antics, and I hear Hermione and Ginny gushing over Krum. We walk back to the tent afterwards, smiling and full of energy.