𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒; fred weasley x fem!reader

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN; quidditch world cup

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PART TWO
Quidditch World Cup

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" y/n's point of view "

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WE WALKED THROUGH the wood for 20 minutes, talking and joking loudly, until at last we emerged on the other side and found ourselves outside a gigantic stadium.

"Seats a hundred thousand." Arthur told us. "Ministry task force of five hundred have been working on it all year. Muggle Repelling Charms on every inch of it. Every time Muggles have got anywhere near here all year, they've suddenly remembered urgent appointments and had to dash away again...bless them."

"Prime seats!" Said the Ministry witch at the entrance when she checked our tickets. "Top Box! Straight upstairs, Arthur, and as high as you can go."

We climbed what felt like a thousand stairs until we reached a box with roughly 20 or so seats inside.

We filled the front row seats happily, and I could feel my stomach bubbling with excitement. Butterflies.

"Dobby?" I heard Harry's voice say.

I turned to see a house elf in the seats behind us, then turned away to go back to start a conversation with Bill.

"What's it like in Egypt?" I asked him.

"There's been enough talk about me." Bill replied. "I think we should talk about how Charlie and I predicted this."

He waved his fingers between Fred and I.

"What?" Fred looked between his brothers. "What do you mean?"

"I mean the first time Y/N visited the Burrow, when was it, Charlie?" Bill looked to his brother. "The summer before their second year?"

"No, it was before their third." Charlie said. "The year Ron was starting."

"Right." Bill nodded. "Yeah, we totally knew the two of you were going to end up fancying each other."

"Oh, shut up." Fred scoffed as George laughed at their older brothers. "You did not."

"We're not kidding, Fred." Charlie snickered. "We totally called it."

I leaned my head on Fred's shoulder as we waited for the game to begin.

Over the next half an hour more and more peoole filled the box. Arthur shook the hands of many ministry officials and Percy jumped to his feet every single time.

He gave Harry a glare when Cornelius Fudge shook Harry's hand and not his own.

"Harry Potter, you know." Fudge told the Bulgarian Minister. "The boy who survived You-Know-Who...you do know who he is -"

The man then spotted Harry's scar and became very excited.

"Knew we'd get there in the end." Fudge sighed. I turned back forward until he said something that stood out. "Ah, here's Lucius!"

I turned quickly. Moving along the second row to three empty seats right behind Arthur were none other than my least favourite family members: Narcissa Malfoy; her son, Draco; and Lucius, her husband.

My father's cousins were never the best, except for Andromeda. Or so I had heard, I had never actually met her, or her daughter Nymphadora Tonks.

Bellatrix Lestrange and Narcissa Malfoy, on the other hand, were foul people and Bellatrix deserved what she got, being sent to Azkaban.