Back at the tent after the match, spirits are high and we sing songs in harmony.
Ginny, Hermione and I dance around the room to the tunes of the boys.
"HES MORE THAN AN ATHLETE!", Ron screams suddenly.
Everyone stops.
"HES AN ARTIST!", he exclaims.
Laughter floods the tent.
"I think you're in love Ron", Ginny teases.
"Piss off you", Ron says grinning.
"Right everyone in our room", Fred says suddenly.
"Huh?", i say.
"Cmon!", George says.
"Ginny, you stay with dad okay?", Fred says gently.
"Why? That's not fair!", she argues.
"Just this once, i promise", Fred says and she gives in.
We clamber into the boys room giggling.
"Right. Time for the after party", George smiles widely as Fred pulls something out of a bag at the corner of the room. It's an orange, brown liquid in a large glass bottle.
"What's that?", i ask.
"Fire whiskey", Fred says with his eyes twinkling. He takes a massive swig and passes it to Fred.
"Bloody hell, Where did you get that from?", Ron asks.
"Never you mind", George says.
"We are not going to drink!", Hermione protests.
"Come on", says Harry suddenly.
"What?", Hermione says shocked.
"Why not?", Harry grins grabbing the bottle and taking a massive gulp. He swallows it down and then starts to cough madly.
"Thats horrific", he coughs.
"Ah, but brilliant", Fred grins.
"Well in that case i might as well", Ron sighs and takes a big swig.
"He didn't take much convincing", i laugh.
"It's not so bad", Ron says.
"Come on Hermione. Have a tiny bit", He says.
"Will you shut up if i do?", she asks.
"Maybe...", Ron teases.
She grabs the bottle off him and takes an elegant little sip. "Think i've had this before", she says and takes another one.
"Blimey, didn't know you were an alcoholic granger", George jokes. She rolls her eyes.
"So now everyone apart from (Y/N) is equally intoxicated.", Harry grins shaking the bottle at me.
"I don't know...", i say hesitantly.
"Come on (L/N).", Fred taunts.
"What have you got to lose?", Ron slurs.
"You don't have to if you don't want to", Hermione reassures.
"Ah but she does", George smirks.
"(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)!", he begins to chant and the others join in.
"UGH", i complain and grab the bottle taking a massive drink before coughing uncontrollably.
It tastes sickly sweet and it burns the back of my throat as it goes down.
"Happy?", i say between coughs.
"YES!", Fred cheers.
"Why don't we invite Cedric over", Harry says.
"Not a bad idea", I grin.
"Someone has a crush on diggory", George teases.
We all take more swigs of the fire whiskey.
"I do not!", i protest.
Harry eyes me up uncertainly.
"I'll go get Cedric", Fred says leaving the room.
"The only person she has a crush on", Hermione grins.
"Is Malfoy".
The room freezes.
"I can't blame you he does have smashing hair", Ron hiccups.
I laugh at that.
"Ron! Not you too", Hermione says.
"She doesn't actually have a crush on him", Harry says.
"How do you know?", Ron argues.
"Because. She just can't", Harry says tensely.
"Awkward", says George.
"I'm awfully confused", i say becoming slightly less aware of my surroundings.
"(Y/N), do you or do you not have a crush on Draco Malfoy?", Harry spits and at that moment Cedric and Fred enter the room.
"Hello", Cedric says in his usual charming voice.
He sits down next to me. Has he always looked this gorgeous?
"We're just doing some shots", Fred announces.
"Are we?", i ask.
"Yes darling", Fred smiles at me and my stomach jumps. Fred is definitely the sweetest Weasley.
Everyone forms their own little conversations and Harry watches as Cedric sits closer to me.
"Bit tipsy (Y/N)?", Cedric whispers.
"No", i giggle, "You're the tipsy one", i laugh.
He seems amused, "I actually don't drink that often", he blushes.
"Of course you don't. i forgot you're perfect", i slur my words.
"Am I?", he raises his brow.
"You know you are", i say without thinking.
Cedric looks me in the eye and i suddenly feel extremely sober.
"(Y/N)", Harry says suddenly grabbing my shoulder.
"Woah", i say, startled.
"Come with me", He says.
"No! He's stealing our (Y/N) away!", a very drunk Fred protests.
Harry leads me outside the room.
"Are you alright?", We ask in sync.
I laugh, "i'm fine and you?".
"Not really", He admits.
"What's the matter?", i ask.
"You", he sighs.
My face falls. "I don't understand. Did i do something?", i ask.
"No. I just...", he begins but he's rudely interrupted by a banging noise outside and a deafening scream.
The others flood out of the room and Ginny and Arthur appear.
"Everyone out now", Arthur instructs.
"What's happening?", i say feeling sick.
"OUT!", he screams.
We exit the tent to see fire and chaos spreading throughout the field.
"EVERYONE GET BACK TO THE PORTKEY NOW!", Arthur shouts.
"My father!", Cedric says panicking.
"Already here son, come on Arthur", Amos says appearing from next door.
"Fred, George, Ginny is your responsibility", Arthur says. They clasp onto Ginny immediately and being to run through the crowds to find the portkey.
"I have to go with my father. Stay safe (Y/N)", Cedric smiles weakly, letting go of my hand that i didn't even realise was being held.
"COME ON!", Ron shouts and we begin to run through the crowds.
People are going mad with fear and it's hard to navigate our way through the surge of people.
"OW!", i shout as i trip over something hard.
"Not now!", i think to myself.
I look up from the ground and Ron, Hermione and Harry are gone.
My head is spinning from the alcohol and i feel sick. I cant find it in me to get up. Maybe if i just stay here and close my eyes i'll wake up and this was all just be a bad dream.
A soft hand pulls me up from the cold ground.
"Draco", i gasp.
"You shouldn't be here. You need to leave", he says urgently.
"You look so...", i begin, mesmerised by this new Draco before me.
"Come on", he grabs my hand and pulls me through keeping one hand around my waist so that i don't fall again.
"(Y/N)!", A voice screams in the distance. It sounds like Harry.
"Go", Draco says but i hold on tight to his cold hand.
"But", i say.
"GO! You'll be safe with him. Trust me.", He let's go of me and hurries back through the almost empty field.
I run as fast as i can.
"I'm here", i say as i fall into Harry's arms.
"I'm so sorry we lost you", Hermione begins to cry.
"Come here", Ron hugs me tightly.
I wish Draco stayed with me but at least i'm safe now.
"What is that?", Harry asks suddenly.
Something has been casted upwards, almost like a cloud in the night sky. It's in the shape of a skeleton head with a snake for a tongue.
"It's the dark mark. His mark", Hermione gasps.
"STUPEFY!", A shot of red is fired at us from each side of the field, we duck just in time.
"STOP! THATS MY SON!", i hear Arthur's voice, he's running towards us.
"It's the ministry", Ron whispers.
"Are you alright?", Arthur says flustered.
"WHICH ONE OF YOU DID IT!", One of the ministry men screams.
"You can't be serious?", Arthur says angrily.
"They're just kids".
"It was his followers. I saw them", Harry says.
"Death eaters.", Arthur says clearly, trusting Harry's judgment immediately.
The mans face changes as his eyes connect with the nark in the sky.
"All of you must leave immediately. We will handle this further.", the man says and Arthur rounds us up and begins to lead us back to the portkey.
There's nothing i want more then to be safe in Draco's arms again, like i was up at the astronomy tower. I wonder if i will ever get to experience that again.