A/N: Oh my gosh. Ok, for the 4th time in this story I shall remind you all, Bellatrix is NOT NOT NOTrelated to the Black family. Narcissa is not her sister; neither is she related to Mia! Draco and Mia Not related. The fact that she lives with Tonks is a coincidence purely because she was the first person that came to my mind when I was around 12 and started writing this story! Is that really so hard to remember? If one more person questions it in comments I will have a breakdown! Bellatrix, Mia, Not related to the Black family! Most people seem to have grasp the concept, Got it? Please get it!
Draco had gotten one thing right in the note to Harry. The weather was horrible. After waking up late thanks to the blonde turning off her alarm, and having to rush to Snapes office to hand in the Defence Against the Dark Arts homework, Mia then had to run to the entrance to the Slytherin viewing area for quidditch where she'd agreed to meet Draco. She hadn't really wanted to go and watch the match very much, but saying to him, especially when he was desperate to see Harry get injured; however unlikely it was, was not an easy thing.
"Finally" The older of the two exclaimed as Mia jogged to a stop beside him. For once he wasn't flanked by the dogs outside of the common room, and it certainly made a nice change to see him waiting alone. She'd gone for light blue jeans and a grey top that morning, that had now both gone several shades darker thanks to the rain. Luckily the hood of her dark green- semi waterproof coat seemed to be working at least. Draco on the other hand appeared to be embracing the rain, the slightly frayed leather jacket he wore not even bothered to be done up. He did look good with his hair soaked to his head though.
"Some of us bothered to give in the Defence Against the Dark Arts assignments" She commented, knowing full well that he hadn't even given it a second thought and wouldn't get in trouble for it. Even within the house there was favouritism, especially when Slytherin's prince was concerned. Giving a shrug for a response, the blonde motioned his arm sideways, waiting for her to go up the steps first before following.
The weather seemed to worsen as the match commenced, both thunder and lightning making appearances and causing Mia to almost have three heart attacks as Fred and George made a game of trying to get hit by it.
"Idiots" She muttered, as one of them narrowly dodged the fork lightning to his right. At least he hadn't tried to hit it with his bat like the other had.
"Couldn't agree more" Draco said beside her, almost having to shout just for her to be able to hear. Taking her eyes from the match, the younger Slytherin scowled up at the other. She still hadn't figured out why he hated the Weasley's so much, but she wasn't going to be stupid enough to retaliate to his comments as she had in the coach. Nothing was worth the look he'd given after that.
The scowl didn't seem to be working tough; as when he did finally pull his currently grey eyes- which Mia mentally noted matched the storm perfectly, all he did was smirk. Her scowl deepening, the teenager crossed her arms over her chest. That smirk could be so irritating, and he knew it. Thankfully, it vanished as he leant closer and pressed his lips against her ear.
"You look cute like that" he whispered, his voice tickling her neck. Before she could respond however, Draco had turned back to the match, unfortunately the damned smirk still on his features. Blinking several times, Mia shook her own head. Unbelievable, she thought whilst turning back to the pitch herself.
Nothing that interesting had happened, well except for Harry disappearing somewhere. The third year next to her really wasn't pleased about that. He truly was hoping the boy who lived wouldn't live through this. That was seeming very likely several minutes later, when the dark haired boy came falling from the sky, only not going splat on the ground thanks to Dumbledore casting a spell to slow him down. Ignoring the string of wear words parting Draco's lips at Harry being saved, Mia looked up at the now almost black sky herself. The storm wouldn't have made him fall surely? So, what? A frown flickered across her features as she leant over the trailing trying to get a better look. There didn't appear to be anything there, if anything the only change was the weather getting colder still.
"What's happening?" She questioned, noticing that the swearing beside her had come to halt and instead the blonde had reached for her hand. Had he seem something she hadn't? "Dra-" she started, but was stopped mid word as a flash of light erupted into the sky driving back the oncoming darkness.
"Come on" he said beside her, keeping a firm grip on her hand as he headed down the steps and away from the stadium, his interest in the match all but gone.
A/N: :D I didn't leave it that long between chapters! Thank you to everyone who's been reviewing, keep them coming I love reading them. Another chapter will be up soon Z-Nugget xx