Four
*Things in this chapter are bent alot to fit in with my story*
Poppy and Faith could barely remember their first day at Hogwarts. Every day from the past three years almost blended into one- to form a brilliant, exciting, enjoyable school life. It was really exciting being friends with Harry, Ron and Hermione. They were very close, and they had lots of adventures together. Poppy got into all sorts of trouble- not doing her homework, forgetting things, being out of bed, talking and causing trouble, generally- but she was so charismatic and likeable that no teacher disliked her- except Professor Snape. Poppy loved everything about school life- her freedom and the excitement mostly. Faith worked tirelessly to earn perfect grades in all her ten subjects. The teachers adored her dedicated and eager to please nature. Not only was Faith a talented student, she also held a highly prized position on the Gryffindor Quidditch team as a chaser. There was only one problem at school for Faith- despite all her friends in her own house- for she did really enjoy spending time with Poppy and Hermione in particular- she wished she could spend time with Draco. He wasn't in any of her classes yet. She looked at her timetable in hope every year, but not yet. She saw him around, and they waved and said hello, but she wanted to spend more time with him. She never told anyone that, because Poppy would laugh, and the rest of her friends would think badly of her, as they had deep hatred for Draco.
Unbeknownst to Faith, Draco had been thinking the same all along. He too wished that Slytherin and Gryffindors were in classes together, because a wave every few days wasn't enough. He wanted to tell his dad how much he liked her- but he knew he couldn't. Not only was she a Gryffindor, which he knew his father would look down on, she was also a Muggleborn. His family only even considered purebloods for Draco to be friends with, and the idea they would welcome a 'Mudblood' into their midst was laughable. Blood status didn't really bother Draco. He just wanted to stay close with his family and get closer to Faith.
It was three o clock in the morning. Much too early to even contemplate getting up in the twins opinion. Unless of course, it was necessary to wake up, because you needed to get to the Quidditch World Cup. Then it was acceptable. The Weasleys were meeting the twins and some other people at the top of Stoatshead Hill, in Stoatshead, the next village from Blackwood. It still astounded the twins how close they had lived to the Weasleys without realising. They dressed in jeans and jumpers, took their packed rucksacks and tent, and hurried to the door, careful not to wake their parents. They walked quickly to Stoatshead Hill, to sleepy to talk much, and then sat and ate cookies to regain some energy. At last, they saw a sheet of ginger hair climbing the hill. "Been here long?" Called Mr Weasley. "Not really," Poppy replied. "Where do we go from here?"
Mr Weasley informed them that they needed to find a portkey. They spread out to look, and in no time at all, Fred called he had found it. They all touched it, and waited for it to glow blue.
Poppy and Faith could hardly believe that they didn't understand magic three years ago. Now, they felt they could perform lots of spells, and they knew about lots of things they could do in the future. Everything to do with magic seemed normal, somehow, and not astonishing or scary at all.
The portkey glowed blue, and they all felt themselves jolted away from the ground and, seconds later, thrust back into it hundreds of miles away.
"Arthur!" A man cried. "Weasley, Weasley, Weasley," he said briskly scanning a list. "Ah, yes, first field you come to, site managers Mr Roberts. Have fun!"
They walked for about fifteen minutes before they reached a small hut. A man stood at a doorframe, looking out across the packed fields, mystified. They paid Mr Roberts for their pitch, with Mr Weasley having a little trouble with Muggle currency. Then they walked further to one of very few empty pitches. Harry, Hermione, Poppy and Faith took control of putting up the three tents, as the Weasleys seemed to find simple Muggle tasks very difficult. Poppy and Faith concentrated on their own, rather newer tent, and although they had never camped before, they had it up in no time. Harry and Hermione finished later, and then everyone went inside Harry's lopsided, unstable looking tent.
It was nothing like Faith and Poppy's simple, Muggle tent with its ground sheets and sleeping bags and fairy lights. It had a layout similar to a small flat, with a kitchen, sitting room and bedroom. Hermione and Ginnys tent was much the same, decorated in 1970's taste, smelling like cats.
By the time the rest of the seemingly never ending Weasley family arrived, excitement was mounting. The feverish excitement continued to mount for the remainder of the day until darkness fell and the stadium was opened. Street sellers popped up along the path to the colossal stadium, and the whole group stopped to buy souvenirs. Poppy and Faith always uncomfortably noticed they had much more money to spend than the Weasleys. Even more in fact, than Harry, who had inherited a lot of gold from his parents. Poppy and Faith had always been exceptionally wealthy, but they didn't seem to realise so much when they were in the Muggle world. "Prime seats! Through here Arthur, all the way to the top." Said a man checking their tickets at the stadium boundaries.
They climbed quietly, for it was a very long way up, and walking took a lot of energy. The crowds had petered away by the time they had reached the top box, for there was only around twenty seats there. Already seated was a house elf, but nobody else so the Weasleys, Harry, Hermione and the twins sat on the front row. However, there wasn't room for one person, so Faith, always a martyr, chose to sit next to the house elf.
A few minutes later, Ludo Bagman walked into the stadium and began chatting to Mr Weasley. He was followed by Cornelius Fudge, the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, and to Faiths surprise and everyone else's horror, the Malfoys.
Faith had never met Draco's parents before. His mother and he looked greatly alike; she had long blonde hair and a chiselled face. His father also had long blonde hair, straight, and he looked very imposing and commanding. Draco moved along the row to sit next to Faith, smiling and waving almost stupidly. At the last moment however, his father held him back, looking at Faith with considerable disdain. "Sit between me and your mother, Draco." He drawled in a voice similar to his sons. So instead, Narsisca sat next to Faith, and she ignored her for the duration of the match.
Mr Weasley had warned them that the match could go on for days, so it was a disappointment for it to be just over an hour. Faith enjoyed watching the stunning Irish chasers, to gain tips for her upcoming season, and Poppy just liked the atmosphere. "Back to the tents then?" Asked Mr Weasley. "Let's just wait for the crowds to go down," said Bill sensibly.
Standing up and stretching, Poppy looked curiously over at her sister. Draco and Faith had walked over to each other almost instantly when the game was over. "Haven't seen you in a while," Faith had said.
"I know," Draco replied. "It's a shame. I still wish you were in Slytherin, it's really not what people make out. We're not all evil gits you know," he smiled at her.
She laughed playfully. She wasn't very experienced in flirting, that was more Poppy's forte- but she attempted it with Draco. "I wouldn't mind if you were. I like bad boys."
"Do you?" Grinned Draco, flirting too. "Well in that case, in Slytherin, we all aspire to become the next Dark Lord- how does that sound?"
Faith smiled. She had no idea who this 'Dark Lord' was. "Perfect."
Poppy wasn't the only one watching Faith with interest. Whilst Narcissa was talking to Cornelius Fudge, Lucius was glaring over at the pair. He had a knack of knowing if people were Muggle born or not. It was so clear she was, she was dressed in Muggle clothing so impeccably, and a phone was sticking out of her pocket. She had dropped money into the donation tray without a second glance at the amount- a sure sign she was used to using Muggle money. If she was such a typical Mudblood, why on earth was Draco speaking to her- and with such happiness? He used to detest Muggleborns just as much as his family- didn't he? Lucius felt confused, angry and betrayed. It was a tiny thing, him talking to this, Faith, but it upset him all the same. He didn't want to lose his son to Muggle lovers and become a blood traitor. "Come here Draco, Narcissa. We're leaving." He said sharply. When they dawdled, he grew even angrier. "Now." Nobody dawdled after that.
It was nearly ten o clock when Poppy and Faith crawled into their sleeping bags. It was cosy and nice in their tent, with fairy lights strung up and cushions all over the floor. "Did you enjoy chatting to Draco?" Said Poppy, her voice muffled as she was laid on her side. Faith couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not. "I did, yes," she replied truthfully.
"Do you like him?" Asked Poppy curiously. "As in, like like him?"
Faith felt her face go flaming red- a rare occurrence for her. She stated silent. Poppy rolled over. "Is that a yes?" She grinned mischievously. Her arms reached over to Faith and she started tickling her. "My little baby sister has a crush on Draco Malfoy!" She giggled in a sing song voice. Faith gasped. "Okay, okay, I do!" Poppy subsided, and rolled over again. Faith poked her back. "And less of the 'baby sister' missy. I'm still older than you."
"By twenty five minutes," said Poppy grumpily. "God."
