to be or not to be~draco malfoy~year four

game time

"you are the only exception."
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I followed the Weasley's into the huge stadium and we began walking up some stairs to our seats since we sat at the very top.

Commotion filled my ears.

"Blimey, dad. How far up are we?" I hear Ron ask. We looked down from the staircase to see Lucius and Draco Malfoy staring up at us. I rolled my eyes.

"Well, put it this way: if it rains, you'll be the first to know." Lucius said. I see Draco smirk while straightening up his all black suit.

"Father and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself." Draco says eyeing me like I really cared about what he had to say. Lucius then hits Draco with his walking stick causing him to double back a bit.

"Don't boast, Draco. There's no need with these people." Lucius said before looking back up at us.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy." I said with a twinge to my voice. Lucius looks up at me. As well as everyone else.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Goldhorn." He says. I gave him a quick smile before walking away from the bunch. I really don't get why my mother hung out with the man. He was vile.

We finally made it to our seats. It was right above the stadium. A crowd of fans cheered and cheered to their heart's content. The Irish team flew around spraying white and green gas into the air. I cheered loudly for the team. Fireworks went off into the sky. Suddenly the opposite team with red and black uniforms fly around the Irish.

"Here come the Bulgarians!" George yelled. We saw someone sticking out from the group of Bulgarians. It was Krum! I've heard all about him!

"Who's that?" Ginny asked.

"That, sis, is the best seeker in the world." George said.

"Krum!" The twins say in unison.

*

After the match we went back to the tent and we were now just dancing around to Irish tunes. Fred and George skipped around twiddling like a bunch of baboons. I watched them and I giggled.

"There is no one like Krum!" I heard Ron yell out in fascination, his eyes glistened. Fred and George look at Ron before repeating Krum's name over and over again aggressively. I giggled. Fred then took my hands and twirled me across the room.

"He's like a bird, the way he rides the wind." Ron says. Fred then turns me around and takes my arms and flaps them pretending I was a bird. Someone must have spiked his drink or something because he was acting terribly wild. I giggled and laughed as we glided around the room. My cheeks began to hurt.

"He's more than an athlete. He's an artist." Ron said gazing off stepping up onto a wooden box like he was presenting himself.

"I think you're in love, Ron." Me and Ginny say in unison, teasing the boy. "Oh, shut it." Ron spat. Fred twirls me around again.

"Viktor, I love you." George sang twirling around an Irish flag. "Viktor, I do." Fred sang along.

"When we're apart my heart beats only for you." We all chimed in before laughing. There was a loud commotion outside which I assumed to be the Irish.

"Looks like the Irish have got their pride on." Fred said. Arthur turns to look at us with fear in his eyes.

"That's not the Irish." Arthur said. I looked at him in confusion. We stopped what we were doing and stared at the man. What was he talking about?

"We've gotta get out of here, now!" Arthur said. What was happening outside? We went outside of the tent to see people running around and screaming. My eyes widened. Why were people running? We immediately began leaving the place but we kept getting pushed around by people.

"Get out! It's the Death Eaters!" I hear someone yell. Wait, Voldemort's followers? How? The place was ransacked and burning. A chill went up my spine.

"We've got to get back to the portkey!" Arthur yelled. "Everyone stick together!"

"I'll stay with Fred, George and Ginny." I yelled before we began running off into a different direction. We bucked and weaved through the crowd of people. If Deatheaters were here I needed to protect myself and my friends. I pulled out my wand.

*

The air was thick and I sent the twins and Ginny someplace safe and I went after the Golden Trio. The fields were completely burned down and the smell of ash wafted through my nose. In the sky I saw a misty green skull with a snake coming out of its mouth.

That was the mark of Voldemort. That was not good.

My once perfect hairstyle given to me by Fred, had been slightly tampered with and a bit ruined. A few strands of hair curved around my face and sweat began to form on my temple. I suddenly see Ron, Hermione and Harry. I ran up to them.

"Are you guys alright, are any of you hurt?" I asked worried. They shook their heads in unison.

"We're fine." Hermione said. I suddenly feel my wrist began to burn a bit. I winced in pain and covered my wrist. Harry winced in pain as well and touched the scar of his forehead. What was happening?

"Stupify!" I hear people yell. It was at least six men pointed their wands at us. Sparks of red shot at our way before we all ducked.

"Stop! That's my son!" I heard Arthur yell. He walked up to us while we stand back to our feet. Why were they attacking us?

"Ron, Harry, Hermione, Violet, are you all alright?" He asked in a panic. I see Cornelius run to us. His wand was pointed straight at the lot of us.

"Which one of you conjured it?" Cornelius asked with anger seething from his face. My eye brows furrowed.

"Are you mental? We're fourth years not evil masterminds." I spat angrily.

"Do not lie! You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!" He said.

"What crime?" Harry asked, confused of his accusation.

"It's the Dark Mark. It's his mark." Hermione whispered to him pointing into the gray sky.

"Voldemort? Those people tonight, in the masks they're his too, aren't they? His followers?" Harry asked. I nodded.

"Follow me." Cornelius said before walking off. "Um, there was this man, before." Harry said, making the man stop and turn around.

"Uh, there!" Harry pointed to a certain part in the field.

"All of you, this way!" Cornelius told the Aurors before he walked away. "Who was the man, Harry?" I asked. Harry turned to look at me. "I have no idea. I didn't see his face." He said. Well that was brilliant.

short chapter.