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Summer crept by once again for Davina, and she was marking off the days until September first. The only exciting thing besides Hogwarts was The Quidditch World Cup Final.

She stared down at the small book in her hand, the same one Potter had picked up for her. It wasn't a diary nor was it anything for class, it was just a simple emerald green book; filled with drawings that her mind conjured up. Each little drawing she made had a meaning behind it and she hoped Potter hadn't looked through it before handing it back. Not because it'd be embarrassing, Davina would never let herself get embarrassed around Potter of all people.

The next few days went on, and eventually it was time for the The Quidditch World Cup. Her and Draco had gotten up quite early that morning, and gotten ready quickly. Davina looked in her closet and spotted an old dress of hers, it made her smile to herself as she realized it was the dress Draco had gotten her for her eleventh birthday. Four years seemed to have flew by, they were older now, and much more mature than they once were. She stared at the dress for a while, realizing that maybe it wasn't their matureness that changed, maybe it was the fact that their happiness had.

She pushed the thought away and grabbed her clothes. She pulled on the all black outfit that contrasted with her pale skin and then looked in the mirror at herself as she adjusted her platinum blonde hair which fell just past her shoulders. Being pleased with her appearance, Davina raised back up and straightened her posture as she went down stairs, joining her father and Draco.

Davina and Draco were trailing close behind as their father walked down a set of steps and took ahold of the metal banister. Davina saw him look up as her and Draco stepped down and then looked up herself to see Arthur Weasley, his children, the Mudblood, and Potter all together above them. The three Malfoy's joined side by side, all dressed in black as the wind slightly blew their snowy hair.

"Well, put it this way, if it rains, you'll be the first to know," Davina heard her father say. Her and Draco both laughed as they looked at one another. She tried to ignore the piercing stare Harry was giving her, it's like he saw right through her and she didn't like the feeling it gave her at all. Their father took off and they started to follow him.

Draco spoke up as Davina started to walk off, causing her to look back at him, "Father, Davina, and I are in the Ministers box. By personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself!" He said as he looked up at Harry and the Weasleys, obviously rubbing it in. Davina smirked but her cocky expression soon faded as she watched her father turn on Draco and lift his walking stick — causing Draco to walk into it as it hit his stomach. Davina stayed silent, but felt her blood boil slightly as Draco's hand when to the place the stick had hit.

"Don't boast, Draco—" their father said and Davina looked back up at the group above them. "There's no need with these people," he continued. Davina watched as Harry took Hermione by the arm, motioning for her to leave. She caught a glance from him as he looked down at her, and then their eye contact got broke as Davina's father hooked the silver snake head on the handle of his walking stick (although the handle actually belongs to his wand) onto Harry's arm.

"You enjoy yourself, won't you? While you can," her father said in a monotone voice, adding a fake smile onto the end. Davina watched as he lifted his handle off Harry's arm, and she found herself looking up at him again, he looked back down at her and gave her that same stare that made her stomach do flips, and she couldn't tell if she liked that feeling or hated it. She looked away and watched as her father shifted his gaze to Arthur Weasley and Davina could tell Draco was thinking the same thing when she thought her father hadn't ever looked at someone, not even them, as coldly as he did Mr.Weasley.

They were now seated, watching as the Irish came out and white and green smoke went into the air. Davina watched as fireworks erupted and formed into a leprechaun which started dancing, people all over the gigantic stadium cheered and yelled. Suddenly the Bulgarians came flying through the leprechaun, the remaining sparks turning red as they faded quite quickly.

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