white roses // neville longbottom

thirty-five

-at the burrow-

hermione brings a candle to harry's face. he looks like his having a nightmare. "harry...harry!" she shouts. harry wakes up breathing heavily. "are you alright?" i ask. "y/n, hermione. bad dream. when did you two get here?" he asks. "just now. you?" she says. "last night." harry says. "wake up! wake up, ronald!" hermione shouts waking ron up. ron wakes up and quickly pulls the blanket to his chest. "bloody hell." he says. "honestly, get dressed. and don't go back to sleep." i say. "come on ron! your mother says breakfast's ready!" hermione says. i walk out of the room and down stairs. "hi mrs weasley." i say smiling and walking over to the woman. "oh! y/n dear it's so good to see you." she says and kisses the top of my head.

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we walk out of the burrow. "ron, where are we actually going?" harry asks. "don't know. hey, dad! where are we going?" ron shouts "havent the foggiest." arthur says. "ginny your hair's gotten so long." i compliment running my hands through the bottom of her hair. "thanks! i've been growing it out." she says. we walk a bit further when we see a man infront of us. "arthur! it's about time, son!" the man says. "sorry, amos. some of us had a bit of a sleepy start." arthur says. ron yawns. "this is amos diggory, everyone. works with me in the ministry." arthur says. diggory, thats familiar. a boy drops down from the tree. "and this strapping young lad must be cedric, am i right?" arthur asks. holy shit. that is the most attractive man i've ever seen in my life. "yes sir, right this way." cedric says. hermione and i both look at eachother, silently exchanging words that we're on the same page. that man..is hot.

we hike for a bit longer. we reach a boot on top of a hill. everyone, except for harry, grabs onto the boot. "one...two.." amos says. "harry!" i shout and he grabs on. "three!" amos says. we begin to spin. we fly to where i can barely see anything.  "let go kids!" amos says. "what?" hermione asks. "let go!" arthur says. i let go and i'm sure other do to. we all land on the ground with a great thud. amos, arthur, and cedric on the other hand come walking through the sky gracefully. cedric lands infront of me and helps me up. "thanks." i say nervously. he smiles and helps harry up. we walk over one last hill and see a bunch of tents and people on brooms. "well. kids. welcome to the quidditch world cup!" amos says.

we begin to walk through the crowd. "keep up guys!" i'm too busy looking around that when i finally look ahead i'm lost. "..arthur!" i shout. i look around. "harry!..ron!..ginny!? hermione!" i shout. fuck fuck fuckity fuck. "fred? george?" i yell. i feel two pairs of hands on my back. i quickly whip around and see fred and george. "bloody hell." i say. "did you get lost?" george asks. "come on we're just up ahead." fred says. they speed up and walk but don't let go of me. we reach a small tent. "just through here." fred says and holds the flap open. i walk in and it's much bigger than i thought. "girls. choose a bunk." arthur says. "ron, get out of the kitchen. we're all hungry." arthur says. the twins walk in behind me and pass me. "yeah, get out of the kitchen ron!" they say and sit on the dining room table. "feet off the table!" arthur says. "feet off the table!" they shout. i put my small backpack in the room hermione and ginny are in.

-later-

we go in a large stadium. there's probably about a million witches and wizards here. we walk up at least five flights of steps. "blimey dad. how far up are we?" ron asks. "well, put it this way. if it rains you'll be the first to know." lucius says, butting into our conversation. "father and i are in the ministers box. by personal invitation of cornelius fudge himself." draco boasts. "wait who, draco?" i ask. "cornelius fudge." draco says smirking. "no, no i mean who asked." i say. "come along draco." lucius says. "that was real mature." hermione says.

we finally get to our seats. fred and george have green and white face paint on. "it's the irish! there's troy!" "and mullet!" and moran!" the twins shout as a green team with green and white smoke trailing behind them. the fly in the air and a leprechaun firework explodes in the sky. it begins dancing. "here come the bulgarians!" someone in our group shouts. they break through the irish's firework. one of them does a trick on their broom. "who's that?" ginny asks. "that sis is the best seeker in the world!" fred says. "krum! krum! krum!" the crowd shouts as a picture of him appears. "good evening! as minister for magic 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!" cornelius fudge shouts.