Through the Dark (Draco Malfoy x OC)

Chapter One

It was a postcard perfect evening. The last few sun rays of the day were kissing the ground as I landed on the grass outside the gigantic stadium. The sound of chanting filled my ears and I stared up at the sheer size in awe. My adoptive mother brushed off her robes as she recovered from apparating us.

"Quite the distance," she commented, "almost ruined my hair."

"You look lovely, darling." Ezra said as he appeared beside her. He began to walk with his usual confident swagger towards the stadium. His dark brown hair sculpted into perfection while he sported one of his sharpest suits. Lydia's skirt billowed in the soft breeze, her head held high and her luscious blonde locks twisted into a complicated updo. Her designer heels still clicked loudly against the stone despite the racket in the stadium.

She turned back at me, her latte eyes sparkling. "Coming Melody?"

"Yes, coming." I nodded obediently and followed. I considered myself one of the most compliant witches in the wizarding world. The Taylor's had a very sophisticated way of living. They never had to batter me into submission, but I learnt from a very early age that it was their way or no way. After all, I owed them my life. I was under the assumption that it must have been hard to adopt me. We were often judged on the streets, but thankfully the family name and business spared us from what I could imagine would be worse.

My adoptive father Ezra had an extremely important position at the Ministry of Magic and the Taylor name had demanded the utmost respect from other wizards. If it weren't for the reality of who I was, I would probably be an exceptionally snobby teenager by now. Ironically at that thought, I saw the blonde flash of the Malfoy's. They were just a few steps ahead of us and as I would have predicted, Ezra was already calling out to Lucius. The blonde stopped and turned to Ezra with a brunt smile just before walking together and discussing business, the mini Malfoy trailing just behind them.

Lydia and I continued to walk among the busy atmosphere until our box came into view. Her gloved hand rested on my shoulder to slow our pace. "Remember these are very important colleagues from the Ministry, we must keep our appearances, okay?" She gave me one of her teethy smiles that I hated and I forged a smile in return.

"Of course," I said eloquently.

Ezra and Lucius parted ways as we reached the our box and he swung open the door for Lydia and myself. Soon after we seated the Veela started dancing and music was blaring from the band through the speakers. Lydia reached over and hit Ezra who was ogling over the perfect women and I tried to stifle a giggle. The displays from both Bulgaria and Ireland were both impressive and the sky was alight with green and red. I was sporting neutral robes today as I didn't really support one team over the other. As Lydia said, we were just here to keep up appearances. The sirens sounded and the game took off with a swift pace.

"Perhaps you could marry a Quidditch player," Lydia joked as she watched Krum speeding through the pitch.

"I suppose they meet your checklist of rich and handsome," I riposted. I didn't need to look to know her golden eyes were rolling.

"Ezra and I just want what is best for you."

"Or your name," I muttered quietly to myself. Thankfully she didn't hear me over the cheering of the crowd. Suddenly my long hair whipped across my face as an Irish player flew past.

Lydia jumped at how close he had gotten. "Merlin, we are close, aren't we?"

The match continued and it was by far more exciting than the Quidditch games at Hogwarts. The players glided through the air effortlessly and threw the quaffle with perfect precision. After a few intervals of play, Krum zoned in on the snitch to end the game with Ireland winning. The stadium roared with cries of happiness and cries of anger. Lydia and I cheered happily with the rest of the people in our box. Ezra's gloved hands gripped our shoulders. "What a game!" He cheered whilst shaking us.