Difficulties of Love: 001

Difficulties of Love: 002

The silence between us hadn't lasted very long since the twins came ansd scooped me up out of bed. Apparently they've made it a new tradition to carry the girls around on their shoulders while singing their favorite team theme song, or whatever it's called. In the twins' case it's the Irish's song, which is a bit annoying. Though, I'm not really complaining as long as I'm having fun, which I am, so everything is fine and dandy. Later when it was time for the game, you can say that I was completely excited and I'm not even a huge quidditch fan.

"Blimey, Dad. How far up are we?" Ron asked as he climbed up the stairs of the stadium, some of us struggling more than others. Have I mentioned how much I hate stairs?

"Well, put it this way: if it rains, you'll be the first to know," a very pretentious sounding voice called out, leading us to look towards the level below us to two blond figures. My heart lept seeing one of the two being Draco, but realization that the other was his father, Lucius Malfoy, brought a scowl to my face. One of the men that have tried to kill my brother (over ONE house servant) and now the man jeering at us from below. Well, this is nice.

"Father and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation by Cornelius Fudge himself," Draco continued on. But really, did he have to say his entire name? I think we all know who the minister is.

"Don't boast, Draco!" Malfoy scolded jabbing Draco in the stomach with his walking stick, catching my attention. "There's no need with these people." My scowl deepened further taking in this man standing on the lower level. He is truly horrid! No wonder Draco is so messed up.

At that moment, Harry turned me around to guide me back up the stairs, until Malfoy caught Harry's foot with his walking stick.

"Do enjoy yourself, won't you?" he spoke. "While you can."

My eyes narrowed suspiciously at the possible hidden meaning behind his words and glared at him. 

"Do removed your 'old man cane' from my brother's foot, won't you?" I mimicked kicking off his cane, taking him by surprise. "Or it'll end up somewhere else."

The shock in his face turned into a scowl until he was returning the glare that I was giving him. Turning on his heel, he strutted away beckoning Draco to follow him but Draco caught my eyes first, tilting his head to the side in the signal we used to give each other to meet somewhere and then left to catch up with his father.

Mr. Weasley beckoned us back to the stairs to continue our way up the stairs, surely all of them trying to keep down their anger and stay cheery. Mostly Fred and George making remarks about my sass to make everyone laugh, which succeeded because everyone was pumped and excited like before. Luckily, no one made any comments about Draco, especially about him being my boyfriend. I'd be way too annoyed to go on with a cheerful charade.

Eventually, much to my disliking, we made it up to our seats. At the very top. No one remembering that I'm afraid of heights. Not a very good combination.

I held tightly to the railing and made sure to stay close to Cassie because if I go down then she's going down with me. Just as we were settling in at the very top, the Irish team flew right above us into the stadium, leaving green and white trails of smoke that led up to a dancing leprechaun made of fireworks. It was quite the creative entrance, so I joined in the chant of "Ireland", deciding that they were the team I was going to favor for the night.

"Here come the Bulgarians!" Fred yelled just as the team in red, white, and black burst through the fireworks, causing it to explode, as they flew into the arena. They didn't show off as much, except one player who did a handstand on his broom.

"Who's that?" Ginny asked.

"That, sis, is the best seeker in the world," George explained just as the crowd began chanting "Krum! Krum! Krum!" and a big picture of him showed up in the stands.