Chapter written by Aphry(.)Cytheria
Chapter 1
Part 2
Draco
The excitement was high. It was finally time once again for the Quidditch World Cup, and Astoria and I just couldn't contain ourselves. It was like we were ten again. Our fathers performed a side-along apparition, and we stood right in front of our campsite.
Father looked around, the usual disgusted sneer on his face. I had a similar one, despite my excitement. We walked into the tent, Mr. Greengrass and Astoria following closely behind us.
I sat my bag down. The scene different, but nothing out of the usual for me. As our fathers spoke, Astoria and I went to go set up our room.
"Two twin beds?" Astoria asked as she looked at the two objects, separated by a nightstand. "Dad's really gone mental. We've been sleeping in the same bed since we were what... three?"
I grabbed the nightstand, moving it to the other side of the room. With the trace on us, I think I could risk the manual labor at the moment. "Earlier. Mum has pictures of us sleeping together in our cribs." She already had the sheets off the bed, and was moving to the other side of the bed.
"My point exactly," she said, as we simultaneously pushed the beds together. "Father does not understand us at all."
We both jumped on our new king-sized bed, looking at each other. "When has he ever?" I said with a smile. She rolled her eyes, lying on her back.
The four of us walked along the outer workings of the quidditch pitch, walking toward the minister's box. Astoria and I were getting bored. I could tell without even speaking to her. Soon enough, however, there was entertainment.
"Blimey, dad. How far up are we?" We heard the annoying voice of Ronald Weasley. The whole pack seemed to be there actually, including Potter and the mudblood.
"Let's put it this way," my father said, and a legitimate smirk made its way to my face. "If it rains, you'll be the first to know." I looked at Astoria, and she was smirking as well.
"Father and I are in the minister's box!" I said, as we continued to walk, "By personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself!" Soon after the words came out of my mouth, a sharp pain hit my stomach as father hit me with his walking stick.
I looked at my father. "Don't boast, Draco."
Two individuals twinkles of laughter made their ways to my ears. I looked at Astoria curiously. God, I swear sometimes I hear both her and Leandra even when it's just her. Astoria looked back with as much wonderment.
I averted my gaze from her, catching sight of a blonde head of hair. My breath caught slightly. It really was Leandra. She stood with Cedric Diggory. Why the hell was she with Diggory? A jealous spark flew through me. My crush on her started third year, when Astoria decided she needed someone to talk nylons and lipstick with. Leandra was that someone.
"Too bad Leandra couldn't come," Astoria said, looking the other way from Leandra. "She would have really enjoyed it... except that you're here."
I raised an eyebrow as we continued to walk. "What does that mean?"
She smirked. "You stole her spot on the quidditch team."
"That I did," I said, thinking about why Astoria did not even know anything about Leandra's little relationship with Diggory. I didn't know Leandra could keep a secret like that from someone who's virtually her sister. It bugged me enough to even try to get some information out of her. "See that git Diggory? How the fuck does a Hufflepuff get a girl, poor bloke." I laughed lightly.
Tori shrugged. "Last I heard he was dating that Ravenclaw Cho Chang. Don't quite understand how that works out, but it seems to."
Oh, how wrong you are, Tor.
The excitement had died. Bulgaria had lost, but that wasn't the reason for my depressed mood. Astoria had been sent to the bedroom. She had no idea what was going on. She was too delicate for this. I wanted to protect Leandra, knowing she was here, but I couldn't.
I sat in the kitchen area as my father and Astoria's put on Death Eater mask and grabbed their wands. They looked at me, the masks intimidating. "Keep my daughter safe," Astoria's father demanded.
I nodded shortly. "Always, Mr. Greengrass," I said. They left the tent, and I walked to go to bed.
Laying down with Astoria, she stirred, but returned back to her slumber. She was always a light sleeper, and it certainly didn't help when screams and panic began to ensue outside the tent.
She moved around as the panic got louder. Her eyes opened, looking at me half-asleep. "Draco, what's going on?"
"Annoying drunks. It's nothing. Go back to sleep, Tori." She seemed to believe me, and cuddled close to me, soon breathing regularly.