Don't Act Like You Know Me

Year 4 - You're Not My Dad

"It's the Irish!" Fred said. Five Quidditch players flew threw the skies dressed in white and green, leaving a colored trail behind them. A leprechaun made out of fireworks appeared in their wake and was dancing. The crowd cheered.

"Here come the Bulgarians!" George said. Now, five Quidditch players dressed in red came zooming out. One of them threw their arms up in the air to the crowd. 

The crowd started chainting, "Krum! Krum! Krum!"

"Krum!" some of the Weasleys chanted.

"Yes!" George yelled. Krum waved to the crowd.

"Good evening!" Fudge said with the voice amplifying charm. "It gives me great pleasure to welcome each and every one of you to the final of the four hundred and twenty second Quidditch World Cup! Let the match....... begin!"

The Weasley/Malfoy/Minister's Box was buzzing with excitement aside from a few individuals. Hermione occasionally used her peripheral vision to look at Draco. He never showed any signs of emotions or excitement, he just kept a rigid look on his face. Hermione spent a lot of time looking at his hands. His huge veiny sexy hands. His hands just made him all the more perfect. She watched them as every few minutes, a slight twitch happened, like he was reminding himself to stay alert every second. There was a black and silver ring sitting on his ring finger. Hermione heard his slow and steady breaths. 

It didn't take Hermione long to notice that there was a house elf in the box with them. Her name was Winky. It was the first time Hermione had seen in real life or a pictured female house elf. "Would you like anything from the concessions, sir?" her shaky voice said to Barty Crouch. Barty Crouch was an employee of the ministry. He was Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. 

"Go away, Winky," Barty Crouch said. "I told you not to speak to me first. You are only to speak when spoken to and specifically when I speak to you. If I wanted something from the concessions, I would say something to you first. Filthy little creature." Crouch smacked the small house elf across the face. Hermione let out a slight gasp. She thought that was incredibly cruel.

As soon as Hermione knew it, the game was over. She heard Ludo Bagman's voice announce it. "Viktor Krum from Bulgaria has caught the Snitch! The game is over and Bulgaria earns themselves one hundred and fity points! That brings Bulgaria's total to one hundred and sixty points! But don't fret Ireland folks, because Ireland has won with one hundred and seventy points! Ireland wins!" The people dressed in green all over the stadium rose up off their feet and cheered. Fred and Ginny cheered the loudest. Hermione would cheer, but she was too occupied with the Draco situation. Harry, Ron, and George all sulked for Bulgaria's loss. Draco stood up and walked out of the box. Hermione followed after him.

"Draco, wait," she called.

"What in your right mind would make you think that I want to talk to you? I thought you were smart, honestly," Draco spat without turning around or slowing down. 

"Draco, I just need to explain."

"Isn't that what everybody says? You'll just understand with an explanation? No. I don't think I will. I saw you kissing Potter and that's enough explanation for me."

"Draco, come on."

"No."

"Stop!" Hermione grabbed his arm but he kept walking.

"What do you not understand?! I don't wish to talk to you! For someone who doesn't cheat in school, I never thought you would cheat on me. But you did. Now I understand that you're just as foul as the rest of them." 

"Draco, just listen."

"No."

"If you just listened, maybe you would get your girlfriend back! But no, you cuss me out and yell at me!" Hermione yelled, frazzled. Now they were far away from the rest of the crowd where no one else could hear him. Hermione could feel her face getting hotter. Draco stopped in his tracks and turned. He looked her right in the eyes.