EIGHT
"Top Box, all the way up, Lucius," the ticket checker lady said.
"Thank you, Yvonne," Lucius said coyly clearly recognizing the woman from the Ministry of Magic.
"Uh huh," Yvonne murmured, but she was already onto the next person.
The stairs only allowed two people to walk together, so Malfoy's father and Savanah's fathers were in the front, Narcissa and Sarah in the back, excitedly giggling about what Savanah suspected to be Malfoys' and her wedding. So that left her and Malfoy in the middle of them.
They weren't exactly late, nothing had started, but many of the people were already seated. Their tardiness was partly because of Malfoy and her—well, actually, it was completely because of her and Malfoy. But then her mother decided that she had to talk with Savanah while brushing all the leaves and dirt out of her hair.
They continued all the way up to the top. They entered to top box minutes later, fatigued.
"Ah, Fudge," Lucius smirked, one that greatly resembled Malfoy's, "How are you? I don't think you've met my wife, Narcissa? Or our son, Draco? These are our very good friends, the Walshs'." His money spoke for him.
At the sound of her last name, Ginny turned her head swiftly along with most of the others.
Lucius continued, "Sarah and Nicolas, of course, and their daughter, Savanah."
Any doubt on Ginny's face when she saw Savanah was now swept away. She had probably thought it was another family, not hers. But at the sound of the name "Savanah" she was sure. Ginny scowled. This was the exact reason that Savanah had not told Ginny about her family in the first place; she would hate her for it. It's not like Savanah held anything against Ginny, sure, her parents were messed up blood traitors, and her brother, Ron, she guessed, hung out with and supposedly liked a Mudblood. It was hard for her to become friends with a girl who had family like that. Ginny should have no reason to have anything against her family.
Fudge had continued, but Savanah's thoughts on Ginny had prevented her from hearing most of what he had said,"—Arthur Weasley, I daresay?"
"Good Lord, Arthur, what did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't fetch this much?" he said sensitively.
Savanah stifled a giggle. But most people heard it, except the Minister, who wasn't paying attention. Malfoy, Lucius, Narcissa, and her parents looked at her and grinned or smiled, proud of her; she had no idea why, had she made is so obvious that she and Ginny had once been friends?
Everyone was still staring at her when Malfoy snaked his arm around her waist. There were those damned butterflies again. He must have felt her shiver, for he pulled her closer to him, for warmth or because he enjoyed making her nervous, she was unsure.
Savanah looked at The Weasley's, all the children were staring suspiciously, the father probably wasn't aware of her and Ginny ever being friends, so he wasn't surprised. Her mother and father, and Draco's watched to see how she would react. She took a deep breath in and looked down shyly, moving even closer to him. He began to drum his fingers on the side of her stomach.
Wincing, Savanah wished he hadn't done it, the last thing she wanted was a heavy make-out session in front of the Ministers of Magic of both here and Bulgaria.
Not bothering to pay attention to what was going on in the conversation, she finally felt Malfoy start to pull her toward the seats. They took some in the back row, Malfoy on the end and her next to him, Lucius had insisted on sitting by Savanah, then came Narcissa and Sarah, who sat next to each other because Savanah suspected they hadn't finished planning the wedding. And last, of course, was Nicolas, who was talking to the Minister, probably about a charitable donation.
Savanah could not concentrate on the game; she was never much of a Quidditch fan, but the World Cup? She had very good reason why she wasn't paying attention.
Malfoy's fingertips were gradually and discreetly going up her skirt, going along the outer side of her thigh. She gasped in air as he started moving toward the inner side. He was the only one who knew why she had really gasped, for some veelas came out at the exact right time. She thanked them silently. The only other person that might have suspected something was Lucius, who had looked at her as she gasped. He raised his eyebrows at Malfoy in silent laughter.
Throughout the game of Malfoy doing various things to make her nervous, she couldn't help but notice Ginny looking back at her every once in a while—with disapproval every time she looked at Malfoy. Every time the crowd erupted in cheers, she jumped lightly; luckily, the two men on either side of her were the only ones who felt it. She was now almost positive that Lucius was in on this, and had only sat next to her to hide what was going on from her mother and her father, who she knew would disapprove, and evidently, Lucius was aware that they would as well.
It was the longest Quidditch game of her life, she had to look at the scoreboard to know who had won. Ireland. She pushed her hair back out of her eyes. Her heart was still beating nervously, fast and hard. Savanah felt each thump throughout her body. The Bulgarian team came in the top box, as well as the Irish.
That time passed more quickly than most of the game, being that one hundred thousand people were looking through their Ominoculars, and Malfoy didn't dare try anything but hold her waist possessively with his fingertips clenching her side. His cold fingers, that made Savanah shiver with each time one of them touched bare skin that was randomly exposed with movement. She silently pleaded for the end to come.
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