AN: Hey guys! This is the continuing story of Chloe and Draco, and Harry and so forth. I have skipped years two and three, and you'll see why. So this begins just before they go to Hogwarts for their fourth year! Please leave me a review to let me know how I am doing.

*Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 1

The Quidditch World Cup

I could hear the slithering of the giant snake as I ran down the tunnels looking for Harry. Panting and turning a corner I tripped and fell.

"You can't save them Chloe," a voice called to me. "Your destiny is very different from your brother's, you are destined to do great things my dear." He taunted over and over again.

"NO!" I yelled getting up. I could hear the snake turning the corner, and I quickly closed my eyes knowing that if I didn't, I would be petrified.

"CHLOE!" I heard Harry yell as he ran in from another tunnel. He swung Gryffindor's sword into the basilisk's head.

I woke up with a start. I quickly realized that it was all a dream. Sighing with relief I climbed out of bed. I glanced over at my brother who was still sleeping, he didn't look like he was having a very good dream.

We were at the Weasley's house, because they invited us to the Quidditch World Cup. I was so excited to leave the Dursley's house, I had packed within minutes of the letter they sent Harry. We had already arrived to the Weasley's home the day before, and today we were heading off to the World Cup.

Harry started tossing and turning, then unexpectedly sat up. He was panting hard, and sweat was dripping off of his forehead. He looked around the room as if he was making sure he was still at the Weasley's house.

"You okay?" I asked concerned. He looked up at me and nodded, obviously he had a nightmare.

"I—I'm fine." Right as those words left his mouth, Hermione came running in the room.

"You guys are awake, perfect!" she smiled. "We are about to leave so I suggest that you pack your things." She left the room quickly as if she had other things to do.

"Let's go, we can talk about your nightmare later." I said to Harry. He only nodded as he got out of his bed.

We got our things together as quickly as we could. Half an hour later we were ready to leave, and waiting for the rest of the group in the front of the house. The Weasley's lived in a tall crooked house that looked as if it could tip over any minute. The garden was overflowing with plants, and gnomes roamed around freely. The chickens had no sense of staying in one place, and ate every bug that they could find.

"Hey!" Ron said coming up to Harry. Ron and I had a very delicate relationship. After our first year at school he decided that I wasn't entirely bad. We tolerated each other, and it did help that Dra—Malfoy and I didn't talk to each other anymore.

Ron simply nodded at me, and I nodded back. "Ready to go?" I asked calmly.

"Yeah, it's going to be so much fun!" he exclaimed. "I have been waiting for this for years!"

Ten minutes later, everyone was ready to go. Mr. Weasley led the group over the hills.

"Where are we going?" Ron complained after fifteen minutes of walking.

"We are meeting one of my friends, then taking a portkey." Mr. Weasley answered smiling.

"Well how much longer till we get there?" Ron pestered.

"Just have to climb over one more hill." Was the answer.

Smiling to myself, I couldn't help but find it funny that Ron was already tired of walking. This walk seriously wasn't bad at all. I actually enjoyed it.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Hermione and Ginny screamed together. I looked up from the ground to see a man, and a teenager jump down from a tree. Laughing they came over and shook hands with Mr. Weasley.

I stood at the back of the group, I had always found it hard to trust people I had barely met, even if they were friends of Mr. Weasley. Harry was already laughing and talking to the teenage boy. He just loved making friends. I knew that one day, that would be his biggest downfall. He trusted people way to easily.

Eventually the boy came over and introduced himself to me.

"Hi, I am Cedric Diggory." He said holding his hand out to me.

"Chloe." I responded shaking his hand.

"So, you are the famous Chloe." He said smiling at me. I eyed him carefully before I responded.

"Yeah, I guess." I said. "I'm not really that famous though. I am the twin that got put into Slytherin." I responded.

"That doesn't really matter though, does it?" He asked.

"What makes you say that?" I questioned. No one has ever said that to me before. Most people decide that I am the bad twin because I'm in Slytherin.

"Well I don't like judging people through what other people say, or what group they tend to be around." He said "I mean, I don't like judging people by the way the look." He said after I gave him a questioning look.

"Oh, well I guess that's a good thing." I replied not looking into his eyes.

"Yeah, well I heard some nasty stuff about you." He laughed.

"Really?" I asked looking at him.

"Yeah well, nasty stuff when you were in your first year of school. I guess now people think you have improved."

"Improved how?"

"Well they say you're not as mean anymore."

"Yeah, well I just suppressed my meanness, and decided to be nice." I smirked.

"Is that so?" He questioned with a smile.

"Yeah, it is." I replied very seriously. I didn't want him to think that I was a completely nice person. I wasn't, I really have been trying these past couple of years to be nice to people. It's a lot harder than I thought it was going to be.

He simply smiled and left me to myself. I kept walking in the back of the group. The truth is that I didn't really get along with anyone anymore. I missed hanging out with Malfoy—no I can't think about him. I need to do something to get my mind off of him.

I ran up to walk with Hermione and Ginny, they were have a whispered conversation. The second I caught up to them, they stopped talking.

"Hey guys." I said pretending to not notice that they stopped talking.

"Hey Chloe, how's it going?" Ginny said politely.

"Not much really happening. What do you guys think about Cedric?" I asked trying to start a conversation.

"He's alright, Ginny thinks he's cute." Hermione giggled.

"Huh, so you like the brown hair and eyes? I guess it's nice that he is kind of tall." I teased Ginny.

"Shut up!" She said laughing.

"Hmmm, I don't think I want to," I teased. "Just think about his, oh so dreamy eyes, and the way they look like chocolate."

"Who are you talking about?" Cedric asked coming up from behind.

"What?!" I nearly jumped when I heard his voice.

"You fancy someone here Potter?" He asked smiling.

"NO!" I yelled so loud that Harry, Ron, Fred, George and the two adults looked over at us.

"Everything okay?" Harry asked coming over.

"Yeah everything is fine," Ginny said laughing. I could hear Hermione trying to stifle her laughs behind her hand. She wasn't exactly doing a good job.

Grumbling I walked away from the group, and decided to ponder life… Not really, I just needed to get away. I needed to think. I decided to allow my mind to think of someone I hadn't really thought about in a long time.

Draco Malfoy.

I just couldn't keep my mind off of him. I missed him, he was the only person I could completely be myself around. I still hung around Pansy and Zabini, but it wasn't the same without Malfoy. I missed the way he smirked, and teased me. But that all fell apart at the end of our first year at school. He became under the impression that I didn't care that he cared about me, and I really did. I had to stop Voldemort from getting the stone, and I couldn't tell him that. I promised I wouldn't say anything to him, and it was the worst mistake I had ever made.

While deep in thought, I hadn't noticed Harry come up next to my side.

"Hey Chloe, you really alright?" He asked.

"Yeah," I answered not looking at him.

"You're lying." He stated. "Really, you can talk to me." He said putting his hand on my shoulder.

"I know I can, it's just that.." I started, but then decided that I shouldn't say anything.

"It's about him, isn't it." He said. "Chloe you need to stop thinking about him. You really need to let him go. He isn't there for you anymore. He gave you up, he is the one that decided that you shouldn't be friends anymore. That's what they do, Slytherins—" He said.

"No, not all of them are like that Harry." I said. "Look at me, I am not like that. I don't do that to you do I? So you can't say that all Slytherins are like that." I argued.

"I am not going to argue with you on this, but stay away from him." He said before leaving me alone again.

"We are here!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed once we reached the top of the hill.

"We are nowhere." Fred said looking around.

"Is that a boot?" George questioned.

"It is a portkey!" Mr. Diggory answered. "And it leaves in about thirty seconds. So everyone grab on!"

"Why do we grab on? That's just a little weird." George said.

"HURRY GRAB ON!" Mr. Weasley yelled at everyone.

I had barely put a finger on when we were magically lifted into the air. I started screaming, and I could hear Hermione and Ginny screaming as well. We were spinning for maybe a minute before we started descending.

"Alright everyone, let's go and start walking down to the ground." Mr. Weasley said letting go of the boot.

At once, everyone seemed to let go of the portkey, and we all started falling. Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Harry, and I just fell on our backs, while George, Fred, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory, and Cedric all calmly walked through the air and onto the ground.

Groaning I sat up rubbing my back. "So much for a smooth landing." I said to the others. They all laughed agreeing with me.

"Where to now?" Ron asked his father.

"To the campsite! Our tent is already set up." Replied Mr. Weasley bouncing on his feet. He led us through other campsites, and rows and rows of places to buy food, souvenirs, and tickets to the game.

There were colors everywhere, witches and wizards performing magic, and the whole area just buzzed with activity. Children ran around giggle waving fake wands at each other. Some of them even had toy broom sticks that flew only three feet off the ground.

We walked through rows and rows of tents; until we reached a small tent. It look as if it would only fit two people. It was a parchment colored tent, with a small chimney sticking out the side. There was already smoke climbing out of top of it.

Fred and George were the first to enter, followed by Mr. Weasley and Mr. Diggory. Well if those four can fit, I'm sure the rest of us will be able to.

"Are you sure everyone will fit in here?" I heard Ron ask Harry.

"Only one way to find out." Harry responded as he opened the flap. Ron followed, and I was right behind them.

The inside was absolutely amazing. It was at least ten times bigger on the inside then it was on the outside. The walls were gold and red and hints of white. The entrance was a living room of sorts with a simple two person couch and a recliner that was around the fire place. Right past the living room was the kitchen in which Fred and George where scavenging for food. There was a dining room table that seated only six people. To the right of the living room was a hall that lead to the bedroom the girls would be staying in, and to the left was the bedroom the boys would be staying in.

"I love magic." I heard Harry say as he took in the view.

"It's marvelous isn't?" I said with a small chuckle. I walked down the hall that led to the girl's bedroom.

There was four beds, one in each corner of the room. I quickly picked one next to the door. You never know when you'll need an escape. The room was decorated with gold and silver hangings. The walls were all white, and it smelled like cats. It seemed as if all the rooms were going to smell cats.

After we explored the campground some more, we decided to head to the stadium. We had to walk through the forest, which was light up with lights to lead the way. I could hear thousands upon thousands of people making their way towards the stadium. I could hear laughter, and excited conversations about the upcoming game, and even people chanting for their team.

When we finally arrived at the stadium, I was awestruck. It was enormous. Even though we could only see a portion of the stadium, I could easily tell that ten cathedrals would fit inside.

"Seats a hundred thousand," Mr. Weasley said at the look on Harry's and my faces. "Ministry task force of five hundred worked on it all year long. All sorts of muggle repelling charms to keep them away." He said with a small, sympathetic chuckle.

When we finally reached the entrance of the stadium, there here already hundreds of witches and wizards shoving to get in. "Right, all the way up. I mean as far as you can go Arthur." A lady said after she looked at our ticket.

We climbed and climbed the stairs until we reached the top. Luckily for me, the stairs were carpeted, and very fluffy to walk on. They were a purple velvet color, and started at the very bottom to the very top. The box we were in looked to fit twenty people. Our party filled the entire front row. I sat next to Ginny and Hermione.

Laughing and talking, we waited for the game to start. I noticed that on the large billboard, advertisements were being displayed for everyone to see. Eventually I wanted to get a better look around the box we were in.

Behind us, I saw a small creature with bat like ears, its leg were so short that they just stuck out in front of it. It had to be Dobby! I remember the silly house elf that tried to get Harry and me to not go to Hogwarts our second year.

"Dobby?" I questioned the little creature. The house elf looked up, and instantly I knew I had made a mistake.

"Dobby is here?" Harry asked looking around to greet the elf.

"I am not Dobby." The elf said. Judging by its high squeaky voice, I deemed it a girl.

By this time Ron and Hermione turned around to look as well. Harry and I told them about Dobby, however, they have never met him.

"Oh, I am so sorry," I said my face turning a slight red. "I thought you were someone I know."

"I knows Dobby too!" She squeaked at us, shielding her face from the light.

"Oh really?" I said with a smile.

"How is he dealing with freedom?" Harry asked with a small glance at me. At the end of our second year, Harry tricked Mr. Malfoy into giving Dobby a sock. Thus, setting him free.

"You, sir, must be Harry Potter!" The elf said looking at Harry's scar. "I am Winky sir." She continued. "Although, I do not think you did Dobby a favor by setting him free."

"Why? What's wrong?" I asked concerned for our little friend.

"The freedom has gotten to his head." Winky said firmly. "He thinks that he should be paid to do work!" She said this as if it was against the law.

"Well that's great!" Harry said smiling.

"NO IT IS NOT," Winky said. "House elves are supposed to be told what to do, and just do it. We aren't supposed to get paid for it!" she exclaimed.

"My master sent me all the way to the top box. I am afraid of heights sir. But I listen, and do as I am told." She continued giving us an example of what house elves are supposed to do.

"Well I think that Dobby is a lot happier being free than he was as a servant." I replied with a small laugh.

"He only thinks that he is happier." Winky tried to convince us.

"I'm pretty sure that he is happier." I said firmly. I turned away, and stared into empty stadium.

After a few minutes the box began it fill up. Mr. Weasley and Percy said hi, and shook hands so many times I had lost count. Obviously they were important people.

Harry was speaking with the Minister of magic when he came. "Ah, Lucius!" I turned to look at Harry, and past him was none other than Lucius Malfoy, and his family.

I blushed furiously, then turned away quickly, hoping he hadn't seen me looking. He probably knew that I was going to be there. Of course it wouldn't stop him. He didn't seem to care at all about what happened between us. I needed to get my mind off of him.

"Hey Hermione, what's on the schedule?" I asked, starting a conversation. We talked until the game began.

I found it terribly hard to concentrate with him sitting behind. We hadn't talked in two years, and things weren't getting any better. I thought many times about talking to him, but decided to not to. If he wanted to talk, he would. Besides, he was the one that stopped talking to me, not the other way around.

Close to the end of the game, I left the box to get some fresh air. I sat down on the ground, and put my head in my hands.

Hermione came out. "You okay?" She asked sitting down next to me.

"Do I look okay?" I retorted.

"Sorry. Listen just because Malfoy is here, doesn't mean you can't enjoy yourself."

"Yeah, it's kind of hard to not talk to your best friend." I sighed.

"He hasn't talked to you in two years!"

"Still.."

"Drop it. If he cared about you, he'd still be talking to you. Besides, you can't call him your best friend. I am your best friend."

"True.."

"Come on, let's go back, the game is nearly over. You can't miss the end." Hermione grabbed my arms, and picked me up. She continued to drag me back into the box.

"Alright! No need to pull!" I complained with a small smile. We sat back down, and finished watching the game. I actually enjoyed myself, the game was so entertaining, I completely forgot that he was still in the box.

For the second time, Lynch, the Ireland seeker, and Krum, the Bulgarian seeker, took a dive.

"He's going to crash!" Harry shouted. And sure enough, Lynch slammed into the ground for a second time. Krum, pulled up barely missing the ground.

"Who's got it?" I heard one of the Weasleys say.

"It was Krum!" I shouted to them. He was waving his hand in the air, smiling, his white teeth reflecting the light of the stadium.

The scoreboard was flashing BULGARIA: 160, IRELAND: 170 across the crowd, who didn't seem to have realized what had happened. Then, slowly, as though a great jumbo jet were revving up, the rumbling from the Ireland supporters grew louder and louder and erupted into screams of delight.

"IRELAND WINS!" Bagman, the commentary person, shouted. He also seemed to be taken aback form the sudden end of the match. "KRUM GETS THE SNITCH – BUT IRELAND WINS – good lord, I don't think anyone of us were expecting that."

"Why'd he do that?" Ron asked outraged.

"Probably because he knew that Irish chasers were too good, they would never catch up." I said with a shrug. "He wanted to end things on his own terms."

"He was very brave wasn't he?" Hermione said leaning over the railing. I looked over, and sure enough Krum landed as a swarm of mediwizards blasted a path through the battling leprechauns and vela to get to him. "He looks a terrible mess…"

"Vell, ve fought bravely," said a gloomy voice behind us. I looked around; it was the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.

"You can speak English!" said fudge, sounding outraged. "And you've been letting me mime everything all day!"

"Vell, it vos very funny," said the Bulgarian minister, shrugging.

The Irish players took a lap of honor, much to the crowds delight.

Suddenly our eyes were dazzled by a blinding light, as the Top Box was magically illuminated so that everyone in the stands could see the inside. Squinting toward the entrance, I saw two panting wizards carrying a vast golden cup into the box, which they handed to Cornelius Fudge, who was still looking very disgruntled that he'd been using sign language all day for nothing.

"Let's have a really loud hand for the gallant losers – Bulgaria!" Bagman shouted.

And up the stairs into the box came the seven defeat Bulgarian players. The crowd below was applauding appreciatively; I could see thousands and thousands of Omniocular lenses flashing and winking in our direction.

One by one, the Bulgarian filed between the rows of seats in the box, and Bagman called out the name of each as they shook hands with their own minister and then with Fudge. Krum, who was last in line, looked a real mess. He had two black eyes, and blood drying on his face. He just happened to still be holding the Snitch. Now that I was looking at him, he seemed much less coordinated on the ground. He was slightly duck-footed and distinctly round-shouldered. Buy when Krum's name was announced, the whole stadium gave him a resounding, earsplitting roar.

And then came the Irish team. Adian Lynch was being supported by Moran and Connolly; the second crash seemed to have dazed him and his eyes looked strangely unfocused. But he grinned happily as Troy and Quigley lifted the Cup into the air and the crowd below thundered its approval.

Finally the teams left the box, and Bagman reversed the spell that made his voice loud.

"They'll be talking about this one for years," he said hoarsely, "a really unexpected twist, that… shame it couldn't have lasted longer… ah yes… yes, I owe you… how much?" He said to Fred and George.

Before the game had started, they had made a bet, and Fred and George had betted that Krum would catch the Snitch, but Ireland would win.

They scrambled over the backs of their seats and were standing in front of Ludo Bagman with broad grins on their faces, their hands outstretched.

"Boys…" I sighed shaking my head.

Alright that's the first chapter. Please leave me reviews! I do enjoy reading them! Especially if it'll help me improve my writing.