"So, who are we going to meet up here exactly?" I asked as we went up the hill. It was the morning of the Quidditch Cup and we were walking to the Portkey. I didn't know why I couldn't just meet the damn kid at the Cup! I hated walking, especially in my boots.
"I don't know who they are, really. Just from what Draco and his father said, Pothead, and Mudbloods will be there." Martin replied, as we got nearer to the hill.
I wondered what they're reaction would be of me. Humans could be so predictable sometimes, but from what I heard, Harry Potter was anything but predictable.
We got closer to the top of the hill, and a group of people came into view. Their hair was the first thing that caught my attention. The hair of most of the people there was just so red. It was like flames. After a moment of blindness, I controlled myself and looked around at their faces.
Harry Potter, of course, was there, along with most of the Weasley clan, and Amos Diggory with his son. I smirked quietly to myself, as all the men look round at me. I loved the power I had over men, loved the way I could control them just because I was what most would call beautiful. It was fun to mess with their heads like that. No one could ever really control me, not Draco and especially not Martin.
As I looked around at the group, Mr. Weasley was the first to speak.
"Umm, y-you must b-be Alexandra and Martin, friends of the Malfoys. You're the last people we needed and now we just need to wait a couple of minutes for the Portkey to activate." He gave us a small smile, and continued. "All of the redheads are my kids: Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George. That's Hermione, and of course, there's no need to say who that is," he finished, looking over at Harry.
Blushing, Harry glanced at me, and then immediately looked away. I could not stop staring at him. He looked so appetizing, and as he blushed, his warm blood filled his face and soft eyes were so innocent. I had to use every ounce of my self-control to stop myself from having him right there and then.
Martin noticed this, and held my hand protectively. I rolled my eyes and whispered quietly, so that the rest didn't hear, "I'm fine baby. I can control my appetite." Martin smiled and squeezed my hand harder. "Just taking care of you Lexi." I resisted the urge to smack him as Amos introduced himself and his son, Cedric. The pretty boy. He looked so full of himself, it was sick to see. I broke away from Martin after all the introductions, and edged away from the group. Of course, everyone but Martin, Mr. Weasleey, and Amos, followed me.
"So, where are you from, baby?" This, of course, was Cedric.
"Beauxabaton," I answered, still not looking at anyone in the face.
"Oooo, I've heard of that school. Isn't it in France?" asked Hermione excitedly.
I nodded, and looked up at her warm eyes.
"But I'm going to be transferring to Hogwarts. Maybe I'll see you there," I said, sweeping my eyes over her figure. She was pretty good looking and I did swing both ways. .
She blushed and looked away, confused. I smirked and turned to look at the rest of the group. Harry was by far the best looking and the most appetizing. I wanted to shagg him and then devour him. I licked my lips and Harry stared. Ginny, the little one, didn't like this, and to break the silence, she asked me hurriedly, "Dad said you were with the Malfoys. Does that mean you're their kid or what?"
"No of course not," I said, twisting a lock of my hair around my finger. I looked at each one of them. "They just take care of me because, well. . ." I looked down, playing the part of a heartbroken creature. "My parents were killed in a battle against the Dark Lord."
Those were the magic words. They all looked at me sympathetically, their pity all in their faces. I hoped that this would suffice to stop all of their questioning and it did for now.
"Children, the Portkey is ready," Mr. Weasley called to us. I was the first to start moving towards him, but as I did, I bumped into Harry. My eyes met his, and then something shot through me. I felt like an electric shock, and a different set of emotions ran through me. Hunger, attraction, longing, a longing I had never felt before. Before I could do anything, Martin was at my side, and steered me away.
We all gathered around the Portkey. I was still trying to figure out what had gone on with Harry when Mr. Weasley shouted, "Grab it now!" and I quickly seized it; a split second later, I felt like we were being jerked around brutally. Martin and Ron were on either side of me, their shoulders banging onto mine. Suddenly we stopped as our feet slammed onto the land. Shaking, I planted my feet to the ground and grabbed Martin for support. Other than us, Mr. Weasley, Amos, and Cedric were the only ones standing; everyone else was on the floor. After they got untangled, we made our way to the campsite.
At the gate, Amos and Cedric left, with Cedric shooting furtive glances to me behind his back. Mr. Weasley turned to us. "Do you know where the Malfoy's tent is at?" he asked, grimacing slightly as he said Malfoy. I glanced at Martin and he nodded, smiling at Mr. Weasley. "It's a few rows away your tent, Mr. Weasley. We'll just walk with you and well figure out the rest of the way."
"Okay then," he said, relieved he didn't have to walk with us to the tent. We waved them goodbye and walked to the Malfoy's tent.
"What were you talking about to Pothead and his friends?" Martin asked grabbing my hand.
I resisted the urge to hit him again and replied, "Nothing important. I was just gaining their sympathy and playing nice with them, something I have to do in order to win them over. Now stop being an overprotective prick and leave me alone," I snapped and went into my room in the tent. I stayed in there until Draco knocked on my door to tell me it was time to move up the Box seats.
Martin had gone to get us drinks because he was of age now, and I stayed with Draco, as we tried to make our way to the top of the stadium. Not too far behind us, I could hear the Weaslys panting to make it up. Draco put his hand on my waist to help me up.
"Draco, get your hand off my waist! What if Martin sees?" I whispered, swatting his hand. He gripped me harder and whispered back roughly, "That's what makes it fun, baby."
"Draco, take your hand off my waist, or I'll curse it off," I whispered back dangerously. "I don't want anyone finding out about us. It'll ruin what we have!" He rolled his eyes but took his hand off. We are already at our seats and got settled in. Malfoy sniggered and gestured to the Weaslys, "What do you think they did, sell their house, to get seats like this?"
I laughed and said sarcastically, "Now, Draco, play nice. They're really good people, I came up to the campsite with them. I liked them."
Draco sneered at me, and I took a good look at them. Three more guys had joined them and two of them looked good enough to eat. Before Draco could say anything else, I waved at them. Hermione, Ginny, and the twins waved back enthusiastically; Harry, Ron, the three new guys and Mr. Weasley waved uncertainly.
Draco muttered, "Mudblood lovers." I swatted him on his head, sniggering.
Fast forward to the end of the game.
Draco, Martin, and I walked back to the tent, laughing and arguing over the game.
"I thought for sure Bulgaria was going to win! I mean, come on, it's Krum!" I exclaimed.
"Nah, it's not Krum's fault, the Bulgarian chasers were just too slow, they couldn't catch up to the others if their lives depended on it," Draco disagreed.
When we got to the tent, Aunt Cissy was walking back and forth, wringing her hands. "What's wrong Cissy?" Martin asked.
"Oh, Lucius and the others are going to give that Muggle man a scare! I tried to stop them but they wouldn't listen! What if they get caught??" she moaned. "You kids better go out there before the Ministry starts looking for us! I'll go and try to convince Lucius to stop his antics."
We nodded and ran towards the woods. We waited there, and after a while, my anger spilled over.
"Your father can't afford to go out looking for the Dark Lord, because of his reputation, but he can torture some pathetic Muggle? What kind of bullshit is that, Draco? Your father is putting all of us in danger, for some perverse fun, and yet he doesn't have the balls to go looking for his master?" I said quietly, forgetting my affection for him.
"Well, if you want to find the Dark Lord so bad, why don't you go out looking for him?" Draco breathed, taking a step towards me.
I took one just as well. "You know very well why I can't. Dumbledore thinks I want to get away from it all, he thinks I want to stop the Dark Lord. I can't blow that, it could be useful later. Your father, on the other hand, what the hell does he have? Everyone knows he's a Deatheater, he hasn't got shit!"
Martin silenced us before Draco could answer me, and pointed towards the trees. Someone was coming and Martin and I tensed up, motioning to Draco to take out his wand.
"I don't hear anything," Draco whispered nervously, taking it out.
"You can't, but we can," Martin murmured.
A few minutes later, we heard someone trip over a tree root and swear. I relaxed; it was only Harry, Ron, and Hermione. I motioned for Martin and Draco to follow me. We were a few feet away from the trio when Hermione illuminated her wand. Ron was on the floor, rubbing his shin.
"Tripped over a tree root," he muttered.
"Well, with feet that big, it's hard not to," Draco drawled.
They turned to look at us, their faces darkening when they saw we were.
"Go fuck yourself Malfoy," Ron retorted.
"Language, Weasley. Hadn't you better be hurrying along, now? You wouldn't like her spotted, would you?" asked Draco.
Martin laughed and bonked fists with Draco. I rolled my eyes, said, "Shut up Draco. Just leave them alone. We have to along this way," and pointed the opposite way.
They ignored me and Hermione asked "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Granger, they're after Muggles. D'you want to be showing off your knickers in midair? Because if you do, hang around...they're moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh," Draco answered.
I shook my head desperately, trying to seem disapproving, while Harry snarled, "Hermione is a witch."
"Have it your way then. But if you think they can't spot a Mudblood, Potty, stay where you are," Martin said maliciously.
Ron and Harry took a step toward Draco and Martin, their wands ready, but Hermione held them back saying, "He's not worth it! Come on let's go!"
I went towards them, ignoring Draco's and Martin's protests, and said in an undertone, "You guys really need to go. They're coming this way, and it'd be better for...all you, if you just clear out of their way. I'm not threatening you, but it's dangerous out here, and you guys might get hurt."
They stared at me, distrusting of me, but after a moment, they disappeared through the trees.
I sighed, and went back to Draco and Martin.
