title: illuminated

summary: "There's a lot in the past—good, bad and obscure—that people shut their eyes to. Yet, there comes a time when they open those eyes and illuminate that past. Because more often than not, these are the moments that help make us." A companion piece to the Simplicity & Clandestine stories. [A series of One-Shots focused on characters' history.]

disclaimer: if you recognize it, it belongs to JKR. All OCs are mine!

04. power and control

summary: 'I'm going to make you fall…think you're funny, think you're smart?' The Quidditch World Cup, a riot, and teenagers in the woods, oh my! (Summer, Year 4)

main characters: Angeline & Draco

genre: General/Friendship(ish)

rating: T

Angeline should have known better to think that her time at the 1994 Quidditch World Cup would be a nice relaxing trip. Well, after celebrating the win of Ireland against Bulgaria she wanted it to be relaxing. She was looking forward to making new friends with some of the international witches and wizards that had come for the games, but instead she was stuck with Draco Malfoy because some morons had gotten drunk, the Dark Mark was in the sky, and that poor muggle family was being tortured.

Pissed didn't seem to cover it.

"This is bloody ridiculous," Angeline said as she trailed behind Draco. "This is precisely why we can't have nice things," she continued to complain. "Was it necessary to attack that family—"

"Oh would you shut up?" Draco snapped. "Why are you following me anyway?"

"We were told to stay together," she hissed. "I may not like it, but I sure as hell am not going to wander around the forest by myself!"

"What are you so worried about?" he asked. "Have you forgotten who those people under those hoods are? You're safe."

"That's not the point," Angeline growled as they came to stop. "God, you're insufferable."

"And you're a pain in my arse," he muttered back.

Both turned away from one another to look out at the commotion through the gap in the trees.

Draco leaned comfortably against one of the trees and she stood beside him, her arms crossed, a scrowl in place.

The colored lanterns that had lit the path to the stadium had been extinguished. Dark figures were blundering through the trees; children were crying; anxious shouts and panicked voices were reverberating around them in the cold night air.

How is any of this fun?

"Check this out," Draco spoke up. Angeline looked up at him in time to see him use his chin to point at the the figures of three familiar people.

Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter.

Joy, Angeline thought. It would be too much to hope that Malfoy keeps his mouth shut and let them continue on.

It was then when Ron fell, yelling out in pain, not that far from where Angeline and Draco stood. Angeline physically smacked her forehead. While her companion leaning against the tree let out a soft snort.

"What happened?" Hermione asked anxiously, stopping abruptly that it was no mistaking the sound of Harry running into her.

"Ron, where are you? Oh this is stupid—lumos!"

She illuminated her wand and directed its narrow beam across the path. Ron was lying sprawled on the ground. Any other time, Angeline may have found it funny, but unfortunately this wasn't one of those times.

"Tripped over a tree root," he said angrily, getting to his feet again.

"Well, with feet that size, hard not to," Draco's drawling voice sounded. Angeline had half a mind to slap her hand over his mouth, but she actually wouldn't have put it past him to bite her.

"You can go fuck yourself, Malfoy," Ron retorted.

"Language, Weasley," Draco said. Angeline snuck a peek at him, his eyes glittered with mirth. "Hadn't you better be hurrying along, now? You wouldn't like her spotted, would you?"

He nodded at Hermione, and at the same moment, a blast like a bomb sounded from the campsite, and a flash of green light momentarily lit the trees around them.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hermione said defiantly.

"Granger," Draco said, "they're after Muggles," he said as though it was so obvious. "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."

"Speak for yourself," Angeline muttered.

"Hermione's a witch," Harry snarled.

"Have it your own way, Potter," Draco grinned maliciously. "If you think they can't spot a Mudblood, stay where you are."

"You watch your mouth!" Ron shouted.

"Never mind, Ron," Hermione said quickly, seizing Ron's arm to restrain him as he took a step toward Malfoy. Angeline pondered if she would have let Draco get his arse beat. She decided with great reluctance, no, just as there came a bang from the other side of the trees that was louder than anything they had heard several people nearby screamed. Draco chuckled softly.

"Scare easily, don't they?" he said lazily looking back out at the campsite. "I suppose your daddy told you all to hide? What's he up to—trying to rescue the Muggles."

But then again, maybe if he got roughed up a bit he'd be a little less…him.

Doubt it.

"Where're your parents?" Harry asked hotly, "Out there wearing masks, are they?"

Draco turned his face to Harry, Angeline could tell he was smiling. He got so much joy out of winding these three up.

Personally, Angeline thought they made it too easy.

But she's one to talk.

"Well…if they were, I wouldn't be likely to tell you, would I, Potter?"

"Oh come on," Hermione said with a disgusted look at Draco, "Let's go and find the others."

"Keep that big bushy head down, Granger," Draco sneered.

"Come on," Hermione repeated, and she pulled Harry and Ron up the path again.

The two Slytherins watched them go and the moment they couldn't be seen again, Angeline rounded on Draco and pushed him hard against the chest, his back landing flat against the tree.

"What's your problem?" she growled. "You all but told them that your—"

"Why are you so bloody preachy lately?" he glared. "I was having fun, maybe you'd like to try it?"

"I don't consider making light of Muggles being tortured fun," she said. Draco rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the tree.

"Are you taking up the mantle of pro-Muggle and Mudblood advocate?" he asked, leering over her.

Angeline squared her shoulders and stepped closer to him, so close she could practically feel each breath he took.

There was plenty she was afraid of, Draco Malfoy was not on her list of fears.

"What are you going to do if I am taking up the mantle?" she asked. "Make sure your father and mine string me up for all to see my knickers?" she questioned.

They glared at each other from the longest time, noses nearly touching, flashes of light and screams in the distance.

Draco scoffed first and leaned back from her, "Let's just get out of here," he muttered. He had started around her. "Merlin, you're such a headache," he continued. "Sometimes you're actually kind of—" he cuts himself off as he looks at her over his shoulder. He frowns and turns forward again. "Why do you take everything so seriously?"

Angeline trekked behind him, "I don't take everything seriously," she said. "There's a reason I put up with you."

"You slay me," he said.

"Why do you bother with them?" she asked once she was walking next to him.

"Who?"

Angeline rolled her eyes, "Potter and his friends," she said. Draco regarded her and shrugged. "Ah," she muttered. "I see, you have a crush on Granger."

"What the hell?" Draco rounded on her. "I don't have a crush on Granger."

"It's why you're so bloody mean to her. You hate that she's literally everything you loathe, but you can't help but like her so you hate yourself! You're definitely projecting!"

"You're really trying to anger me aren't you?" he growled. "I don't like Granger."

Angeline nodded, "Then it's Potter you like, or better yet, it's Weasley! The scandal this revelation would cause," she theatrically threw her hands out in front of her. "The headlines read: The Sole Malfoy Heir in Love with the Boy Who Lived. Or…Malfoy Heir, the Affair with Blood Traitor Weasley. Oh dear," Angeline brought her hand to her mouth. "Poor Parkinson, her little black heart will just shatter."

"I know what you doing," Draco said. Much like before he stepped up to her, taking up the space between them. And when he smirked at her, her eyes narrowed, "You're trying to make me uncomfortable, but you forget, Jensen. I make it my business to make others uncomfortable."

"And is you invading my personal space you trying to make me uncomfortable?" she asked. "But you'll find," Angeline pressed her body against his, and grabbed him by his hips, "I'm not uncomfortable at all."

She was also a liar, but a good one, and his silence made her know her little bit of discomfort was definitely worth it. She just had to tell herself that this was no different from them dancing, minus the usual space that should have been between them.

"Wow, you're so quiet," she smirked. "Have I made you uncomfortable, Draco?"

Draco's grey eyes were hard to read, and when he didn't answer her, she let go of him and started to walk again.

"You're so easy," she laughed, "I make it my business to make others uncomfortable," she mocked. "Ha. You're a jok—"

Her insult was cut off when she was forcibly turned back around, her body pressed against Draco's, his hands firmly on her hips.

"I think you're more uncomfortable than you let on," he said. Angeline doesn't think she's breathing as he tilts his head curiously.

And just as sudden as he grabbed her, he released her. That little tilt in his head still as he takes a step from her. His eyes seemed apologetic, but when has she ever seen him look apologetic for anything?

Never.

She blames the softness she sees now on the lack of oxygen to her brain and that they were in the middle of a forest in the middle of the night.

Draco looked away from her and somewhere over the top of her head.

She was never quite aware of how tall he was until he did little things like that.

"Let's find our parents," he mumbled, hand rubbing the back of his neck. "I…" he glanced at her and shook his head, hand dropping. "You really know how to get a person in a bad mood," he said. "Good luck to ever having a boyfriend…or girlfriend," he added snidely. "Godspeed to the sorry sap that ends up with you."

She doesn't know why, but she's under the impression that that wasn't where his original line of thought was going, but because his words irritated her, she ignored her suspicions.

"Says the nightmare known as Draco Malfoy," she growled. "But yes, let us find our parents before we murder each other."

"For once you're talking sense," he hissed, brushing past her.

Angeline glared after him before she stalked after him.

If there was one thing that tonight proved in full for her, it was that, Draco Malfoy was a pain in the arse to anything and everything with a pulse and she felt bad for whoever had the misfortune of dealing with him in the future.

Jokes of you both. You're the morons that end up together, ha!

Thanks for reading! This one-shot has been sitting my folders for like a year, lol. I hope you enjoyed it!

A big thanks to Selena07 and Guest for reviewing the last oneshot! I appreciate it! And thank you to those that have added this to their alerts and/or favorites!

To the Guest reviewer: I will post a shot of them prior to Hogwarts! :)

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Much love,

TR