A/N: Again. Well, my exams are over in a couple of days, and then I'll
start posting regularly. You're probably reading this and I've already
finished exams. Neways, I'm posting the first chapter tomorrow, and then in
spaces of three days. From now on in, we'll see how fast I can write, and
think up new ideas! Review! I love hearing your comments even if they are
extremely repetitive! (
*Chapter 4: Duelling Championship*
The dinner passed without any disturbance, partly because Hermione and Draco didn't even turn their heads towards one another. Ron and Harry were talking together about the subjects they were going to take and Hermione was advising Ginny on the subjects she should take next year. Ginny had also been made a prefect. Draco was sitting quietly, unnoticed by everyone around him. The new minister, Francis Clove, had invited Draco and his mother because his mother and Francis had been at Hogwarts together and were apparently, good friends. Draco's father was in Azkaban, but it didn't bother him much. Lucius was hardly ever at the Manor. He was always off at some death eater party or another. When Voldemort had been banished he would keep to himself in his study, or be out with the few surviving death eaters, drinking toasts to the late master. Draco never really grew up with his father. His mother took care of him.
(A/N: if your wondering wot happened to Fudge in my story, a dragon 'unfortunately' swallowed him. I always thought he was an arrogant bastard)
Hermione turned and sneaked a look at Draco. He was playing with his food, obviously bored out of his mind.
'Probably waiting to get home and shag as many hoes as he can,' Hermione thought viciously, but still felt a little sorry for him. He looked so cute when he was bored.
"You like him don't you?" a voice whispered in her ear. She turned and looked at Ginny.
"I think not. He is a vile piece of vermin that does not belong on this earth," Hermione hissed back.
"Well, he's been sneaking glances at you all night you know," Ginny smirked back.
"Please don't smirk. It reminds me of him," she said and cocked her head in Draco's direction.
"Well, we had a delightful evening Minister," Mrs Weasley said and smiled warmly at him.
"Yes, it was a grand evening. Well Arthur, consider what I said and let me know as soon as you can," Francis said patting his round stomach that was presently filled with food.
"Will do. Narcssisa," Mr Weasley said and extended his hand to her. They shook and then moved on bid goodbyes to others.
Hermione, Ginny, Harry and Ron stood up, ready to go. Hermione and Ginny placed their robes around their dresses and followed the others out the door. Hermione looked back one last time at Draco and locked eyes with him. She turned away forcefully and let the door close behind her. Draco exhaled and disappeared with a crack.
*****
It had been a couple of weeks into the holidays. It was 6.00 in the morning and Mrs Weasley had just entered their room to wake the sleeping figures up. She had gone to Hermione and Ginny's room at 5.30, knowing it would take them at least half an hour to get out of bed.
"Come now, wake up. The duelling championships are going to start in an hour," Mrs Weasley said with a grin on her face. The four sleeping figures shot up.
"Is it already si. si. six mum," Ron said trying to stifle a yawn. (A/N: did that just make u yawn? It made me yawn!)
"Yes, now hurry up!" Mrs Weasley urged. The champion ships were due to start at 1.00 in the afternoon but they had to arrive at the site at 7.00 because they had cheaper tickets and there was some kind of pre match competition that the kids wanted to do.
The four figures got up and Fred made his way to the bathroom. George went into his room and got dressed. Once all of them were dressed and had showered, they made their way to the breakfast table where sleepy looking Hermione and Ginny were sitting, nearly nodding off into their plate of bacon and eggs. The boys sat down and finished eating by the time Mr Weasley came down the stairs. Bill was going to meet them there at 12.00 and Charlie was going to see them there just as the match started. Percy was still a bit distant from the family, and said he had to work at the Ministry.
"Ok then. Let's go," Mr Weasley said eating his breakfast rapidly. Mrs Weasley had to stay behind because she didn't like duelling very much.
They all got up and wrapped their cloaks around themselves. Mrs Weasley came and hugged each of them goodbye. She kissed Fred and George on the forehead and smiled in a knowing way, remembering the Quidditch World Cup. The group disapperated with a loud crack.
They arrived at the place and looked around in awe. Behind them there was a large sea of tents in all-different colours. In front of them was a large stadium wrapped in many different coloured silks. There was a purple ticket box at the entrance and a wizard in purple and gold robe was standing there collecting tickets.
The group walked up to the wizard and stood in a line. Mr Weasley handed him his ticket. The wizard put it into a small machine that was whining softly. It glowed yellow and the strange mist that was the door, disappeared while Mr Weasley walked through. They all got to the other side and then walked down the lane labelled "STAGE".
They walked through and saw a sea of wizards already waiting there. A long stage was set up in the middle. There were stars all coloured as the flags of the participating countries on top of a goldish purple background.
There was no one on the stage at present but Harry, Ron and Hermione quickly found a little air pocket right at the edge of the stage. Ginny, Fred and George had found another place near the stage and had settled themselves in there, waiting anxiously. Suddenly, the light that seemed to engulf the stadium dimmed and shone only upon the stage.
A wizard in sparkling silver robes walked out and a wizard in bright sparkly orange robes came out the other side. They met at the centre and beamed around at everyone.
"Sonorus," they both said and their voices boomed out through the stadium.
"Welcome to the 20,007th World Duelling Championships. The Competition will begin in precisely 4 hours and 42 minutes, 56 seconds. Now, we will be holding a competition for all you folks out there. Everyone from 5 years to 10 years will be in the mini section. Everyone from 11 years to 15 years will be in the mid section and everyone 16 and up will be in the grand section. Everyone got that? Good. Now let the games begin."
*Chapter 4: Duelling Championship*
The dinner passed without any disturbance, partly because Hermione and Draco didn't even turn their heads towards one another. Ron and Harry were talking together about the subjects they were going to take and Hermione was advising Ginny on the subjects she should take next year. Ginny had also been made a prefect. Draco was sitting quietly, unnoticed by everyone around him. The new minister, Francis Clove, had invited Draco and his mother because his mother and Francis had been at Hogwarts together and were apparently, good friends. Draco's father was in Azkaban, but it didn't bother him much. Lucius was hardly ever at the Manor. He was always off at some death eater party or another. When Voldemort had been banished he would keep to himself in his study, or be out with the few surviving death eaters, drinking toasts to the late master. Draco never really grew up with his father. His mother took care of him.
(A/N: if your wondering wot happened to Fudge in my story, a dragon 'unfortunately' swallowed him. I always thought he was an arrogant bastard)
Hermione turned and sneaked a look at Draco. He was playing with his food, obviously bored out of his mind.
'Probably waiting to get home and shag as many hoes as he can,' Hermione thought viciously, but still felt a little sorry for him. He looked so cute when he was bored.
"You like him don't you?" a voice whispered in her ear. She turned and looked at Ginny.
"I think not. He is a vile piece of vermin that does not belong on this earth," Hermione hissed back.
"Well, he's been sneaking glances at you all night you know," Ginny smirked back.
"Please don't smirk. It reminds me of him," she said and cocked her head in Draco's direction.
"Well, we had a delightful evening Minister," Mrs Weasley said and smiled warmly at him.
"Yes, it was a grand evening. Well Arthur, consider what I said and let me know as soon as you can," Francis said patting his round stomach that was presently filled with food.
"Will do. Narcssisa," Mr Weasley said and extended his hand to her. They shook and then moved on bid goodbyes to others.
Hermione, Ginny, Harry and Ron stood up, ready to go. Hermione and Ginny placed their robes around their dresses and followed the others out the door. Hermione looked back one last time at Draco and locked eyes with him. She turned away forcefully and let the door close behind her. Draco exhaled and disappeared with a crack.
*****
It had been a couple of weeks into the holidays. It was 6.00 in the morning and Mrs Weasley had just entered their room to wake the sleeping figures up. She had gone to Hermione and Ginny's room at 5.30, knowing it would take them at least half an hour to get out of bed.
"Come now, wake up. The duelling championships are going to start in an hour," Mrs Weasley said with a grin on her face. The four sleeping figures shot up.
"Is it already si. si. six mum," Ron said trying to stifle a yawn. (A/N: did that just make u yawn? It made me yawn!)
"Yes, now hurry up!" Mrs Weasley urged. The champion ships were due to start at 1.00 in the afternoon but they had to arrive at the site at 7.00 because they had cheaper tickets and there was some kind of pre match competition that the kids wanted to do.
The four figures got up and Fred made his way to the bathroom. George went into his room and got dressed. Once all of them were dressed and had showered, they made their way to the breakfast table where sleepy looking Hermione and Ginny were sitting, nearly nodding off into their plate of bacon and eggs. The boys sat down and finished eating by the time Mr Weasley came down the stairs. Bill was going to meet them there at 12.00 and Charlie was going to see them there just as the match started. Percy was still a bit distant from the family, and said he had to work at the Ministry.
"Ok then. Let's go," Mr Weasley said eating his breakfast rapidly. Mrs Weasley had to stay behind because she didn't like duelling very much.
They all got up and wrapped their cloaks around themselves. Mrs Weasley came and hugged each of them goodbye. She kissed Fred and George on the forehead and smiled in a knowing way, remembering the Quidditch World Cup. The group disapperated with a loud crack.
They arrived at the place and looked around in awe. Behind them there was a large sea of tents in all-different colours. In front of them was a large stadium wrapped in many different coloured silks. There was a purple ticket box at the entrance and a wizard in purple and gold robe was standing there collecting tickets.
The group walked up to the wizard and stood in a line. Mr Weasley handed him his ticket. The wizard put it into a small machine that was whining softly. It glowed yellow and the strange mist that was the door, disappeared while Mr Weasley walked through. They all got to the other side and then walked down the lane labelled "STAGE".
They walked through and saw a sea of wizards already waiting there. A long stage was set up in the middle. There were stars all coloured as the flags of the participating countries on top of a goldish purple background.
There was no one on the stage at present but Harry, Ron and Hermione quickly found a little air pocket right at the edge of the stage. Ginny, Fred and George had found another place near the stage and had settled themselves in there, waiting anxiously. Suddenly, the light that seemed to engulf the stadium dimmed and shone only upon the stage.
A wizard in sparkling silver robes walked out and a wizard in bright sparkly orange robes came out the other side. They met at the centre and beamed around at everyone.
"Sonorus," they both said and their voices boomed out through the stadium.
"Welcome to the 20,007th World Duelling Championships. The Competition will begin in precisely 4 hours and 42 minutes, 56 seconds. Now, we will be holding a competition for all you folks out there. Everyone from 5 years to 10 years will be in the mini section. Everyone from 11 years to 15 years will be in the mid section and everyone 16 and up will be in the grand section. Everyone got that? Good. Now let the games begin."