Chapter 1:

We entered the heart of the stadium and I was in awe once more of the size. No matter how many times we come to this massive event, I never get used to the magnitude of the structure. Draco's hold only tightened as the crowds around us thickened. I rested a hand on him and I saw him look down with a small smile. We slowly were making our ways up through the various levels. My family usually only had to go up three or four levels having guaranteed seats every year through my dad's job with the Ministry. But the Malfoy's seats would be towards the middle of the field of play, several levels higher than I am used to.

"You would think with everything magic is capable of, we wouldn't have to walk up ten flights of steps," I said more to myself than anyone. I was not out of shape but even this was a bit much. My legs were burning and my breaths were starting to shorten.

"Quidditch is an old and traditional wizarding sport, sadly the arenas in which it is played hold the same criteria." I heard Mr. Malfoy said ahead of us. I looked at Draco and his eyes were set ahead, offering no help.

"It was just a thought, sir," I said not really knowing how to respond, afraid I had offended him in some way.

"Oh no fret child, I completely agree but some things can not be changed." He said looking back with a slight smile of his own. Draco squeezed my hand slightly at the small action of approval from the elder.

We were on the tenth level and about to enter our designated seats when Lucius stopped looking up with a scowl.

"Well, if it isn't the Weasley's and Potter." Draco snapped, utter disgust noted on the last name. I looked up and sure enough, I saw several redheads, Hermione Granger, and the infamous Harry Potter, a level above us turning for the next level in the rotunda. I had never spoken to Potter personally but as a Slytherin and one of Draco's acquaintances, I had to dislike the golden boy by proxy. He did seem to get special treatment over the three years we had been at Hogwarts, getting away with certain things.

"Blimey, dad, how far up are we?" I heard one of the boys ask.

"Let me put it this way, if it rains, you'll be the first to know," Lucius said loudly to grab their attention. We stepped out of the line of people and on to a small waiting platform. Draco pulled me into his side chucking at his father's comment. Needless to say, they must have nosebleed seats and Mr. Weasley looked unpleased at the comment. I understand what is like to come from a family that doesn't have immeasurable wealth. We don't have the luxurious life of the Malloy's but more enough to get by. My dad has not touched the Fawley trusts in Gringotts just to leave it for us kids and our families. I wanted to elbow Draco for laughing but I decided against it, opting for just putting my head down.

"Father and I are in the minister's box by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself, and Amelia will be joining us!" Draco said proudly as we followed their path on our level. I knew he was only doing it to taunt Potter and his friends.

Suddenly Draco let go of me as his father rammed his walking stick into his stomach.

"Don't boast, Draco." He said sharply to his son before looking up at the group once more.

"There is no need with these people." He said with an arrogant smirk. Harry started to push away from the Malfoy's glares, when Lucius reached up and caught his arm with the silver top of his cane. It looked a lot like a snake but I could not be sure from my spot.

"Do enjoy yourself, while you can." He said bluntly with a look in his eyes that I did not like. He released Harry and started back towards the boxes.

"Wait here a moment while I check with Cornelius about your attendance Miss Fawley." Lucius said disappearing into the box.

"Are you okay? It looked like he hit you pretty hard Draco." I said resting my hand on his stomach briefly. He flinched but covered it quickly.

"I'll be fine by morning. Don't worry about it." He said moving my hand away but held it gently in his. I knew Lucius was an evil man from the stories I have heard over the years from Draco, his friends, and my parents as well. Draco was cold and a lot like his father in many ways, but he was not cruel and evil unless warranted...well most of the time. Seeing this small display had me worried for Draco in more ways then one, even if it wasn't my place to do so.

"Draco, Amelia, come." I was shaken from my thoughts by the man's sharp voice. Draco led me into the suite. It was plain besides a small seating area. I saw several other men standing around talking. I recognized the minster immediately but he was the only familiar face in the group of men. There was one lady leaning against the far wall watching out over the crowds, a protective auror I'd guess.

"Welcome Draco and…Amelia correct?" The Minister said after excusing himself from the conversation.

"Yes, Minster." I said nodding my head in respect.

"It is always a pleasure to have a sacred twenty-eight member in the box, sadly, they are becoming far and few between. Although to my knowledge you have six in your class, correct Draco?"

"I believe eight, Sir. Five within Slytherin house alone" He said proudly.

"Eight?! More than any class has had in decades! Marvelous to see the old lines still continuing!" The Minister cheered.

"Now let's go out my young witch and wizard, the teams should be entering shortly!" Draco and I followed him out onto the balcony that overlooked arena in a glorious panoramic view. I looked around the stadium full over well over one hundred thousand people in awe. I felt Draco shift closer to me as his father joined us.

I covered my ears as the crowds cheered with the first team entering the field. It was the Ireland team! I joined in as they released silver and green smoke and created a dancing leprechaun in the sky!

"For the Irish then?" Draco asked in my ear.

"Always have been, the English team sucked this year."

"Not going to argue on that. However, I have placed my bets on Bulgaria. Their seeker, Krum, is amazing."

"He is, but a seeker is but one person on the team, you need all seven members. You should know that having played for our house for two years." I huffed.

"We will see won't we?" He said leaning against the rail. The Bulgarians entered shortly after and Draco did his fair share of cheering but was silenced with a glare from his father.

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