“Ahlea! Wake up!” I heard Hermione’s voice.
“No.” I replied groggily and attempted to throw a pillow at her. Seconds later, she threw it back at me.
“Come on, wake up! Mrs. Weasley’s preparing breakfast.”
“Argh, give me five minutes.” I whined.
“No, come on.” She demanded as she literally dragged me out of the bed, making me crash onto the floor.
Hermione laughed as she went to Ginny’s bed and tried to wake her up, only to be hit by a second pillow.
I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and took a shower. As I was getting dressed, I heard loud thud, seems like Hermione dragged down Ginny too.
After we all got ready and ate breakfast, Mrs. Weasley all gave us a kiss on the cheek and very tight hugs then it was finally time to leave for the World Cup.
I’m still very sleepy so I am not paying attention as to where we’re going. Suddenly, I heard Mr. Weasley yell, “Amos!”
All of us stopped walking as Mr. Weasley introduced as to Amos and Cedric Diggory. I recognized Cedric from Hogwarts, he’s in Hufflepuff and probably in seventh year.
Everybody greeted them, except from Fred and George who merely nodded.
We all came to a halt in front of an old boot.
“What are we doing standing around a manky old boot?” Harry asked.
“It’s not just a manky old boot, mate. It’s a portkey.” One of the twins informed.
We all crowded around it in a tight circle, clutching the old boot.
“Four…Three …Two…” Mr. Weasley counted down.
Suddenly, I felt my feet leave the ground, we are all being jerked forward and then---
“Let go, kids! Let go!” Mr. Weasley yelled.
“What?” Hermione asked in disbelief.
We all obeyed. Our feet slammed on the ground and we all fell down.
I looked up and saw Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory and Cedric floating down, looking very windswept. Cedric offered me his hand, helping me up.
“Thanks.” I muttered.
Once we arrived at our tent (it’s bigger on the inside!), we all raced to the bunk beds arguing with each other on who gets to sleep on the top or the bottom.
“I’ll just walk around for a bit.” I said to Mr. Weasley after winning an argument with Hermione.
“Okay, don’t get lost.” He replied.
As I went outside, I heard a familiar voice, “Hey! Dursley!”
I turned around and saw none other than Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. A boy that I’ve hated since I started Hogwarts.
“What do you want?” I asked him bitterly.
“What are you doing alone? Where’s Scarhead?” He asked, grinning.
“Why do you want to know? Have a crush?” I replied, “Why are you talking to me anyway? I thought you don’t speak tomudbloods.”
He was about to say something but a man with silver blond hair walked up to him. “Who is she, Draco?” The man asked.