Since the day of the kiss Mia'd noticed Draco was now acting off with her. He hadn't said anything directly, but there were subtle changes which she recognised. For one, they hadn't kissed since, and every time they were together he seemed to constantly be checking over his shoulder.

"Is everything ok?" she asked almost a week later as they sat in the library. He also now seemed reluctant to be in any bedroom alone with her, as though the younger would jump him given the opportunity.

"There's the quidditch world cup happening soon" he said, ignoring the question completely. "Father has tickets from the minister, so we're going" she wasn't sure if this 'we' included her or not, but really didn't want t ask. Mainly in case the answer was no.

"Good seats then?" she opted for instead and he nodded.

"You should be able to see everything". You? Surely that was directly implying that she would be able to? Hoping that was the case this time the darker haired girl nodded, placing the book which had been aiding her in potions homework back onto the side table.

Turning to face him, the question slipping out before she could stop it, "Have I done something?". The blonde head of hair looked up slowly, seeming to choose his words carefully, one hand ruffling his hair, a trait he did when annoyed with himself.

"You haven't done anything" he answered earnestly, as though needing her to believe that. "Everyone just needs to remember their place". And with that he went back to reading.

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By the end of the week Mia was really looking forward to the quidditch world cup. There was still a hint of doubt in her mind earlier that morning that she wasn't included, but a passing house elf had filled her in.

Unlike the Malfoy's she'd dressed for the occasion, a green top with 'Ireland' written across it showering her support. Maybe it was because they were the better team, or possibly just due to the accents could be the reason why she'd picked that side. But either way the eldest Malfoy looked down his nose at her choice. They all apparated there, which was a new and horrific experience. Lucius went first, alone of course, just disappearing into the air. Then Draco took a hold of his mother's hand. The darker haired girl must have looked confused, as Narcissa then held her other hand out, which after a glance at Draco; who just looked bored, she took. The sensation was horrible, made worse by the fact no one had told her to hold her breath. Her lungs were still burning even after they'd 'landed' and begun walking along the wooden bridges to the ministers box.

Halfway along she heard voices above them which she recognised, and rather than continuing around the corner with the crowd Mia nudged her way over to the side, looking up at the staircase. All the Weasley's- minus Molly whom Mia could remember her friend saying disliked the sport; mainly something to do with the twins, were walking up. The sight caused the Slytherin to smile when said twins caught her eye, and they waved like mental patients just escaped from St. Mungos.

"Blimey dad, how high up are we?" Ron asked, but before Mr Weasley could answer Lucius had appeared beside the Slytherin, Draco a step behind.

"Let's put it this way," The older called, a cruel smile on his lips. "If it rains, you'll be the first to know" his sons laugh caused Mia to glance away, down from the twins eyes. She should be sticking up for them, and she knew it! But Draco was already being off with her... since when did she become such a coward?

"Father and I are in the ministers box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself". Frowning she realised he hadn't mentioned her or his mother, though Narcissa was nowhere to be seen. Before she could dwell on that fact any longer, Lucius hit his cane into his sons chest, winding him slightly but not enough for anyone else to really notice.

"Don't boast Draco" he scolded, looking up at Mr Weasley, "There's no need with these people" all the Weasley's, Harry and Hermione included turned away and started up another flight of stairs. Unfortunately Lucius' cane pinned Harry's jacket to the wooden fence. "Do enjoy yourself, while you can" he said, removing it and walking off. Mia couldn't bring herself to glance up at the twins or Ginny for that matter, and instead followed the two blonde heads.

She was disgusted with herself, to such an extent that her mind just would not stay on the match. The seats were brilliant, but even the impressive fireworks couldn't keep her interest. She didn't even find out who won. Lucius went to speak with Fudge after the match ended, then whispered something to Draco before quickly leaving the stands. Mia raised an eyebrow, wondering where he was gong, but didn't care enough to ask. However that did present the problem of how to get back now.

"Where do we go now?" she question out loud to her friend, who was already heading out of the stadium.

"Father's arranged a tent" he briefly explained, taking the steps two at a time, the other having to jog to keep up. What was his rush?

"Draco, what's wrong?" she asked when they'd reached the ground, annoyance flickering at the back of her mind at how muddy her shoes were going to get. She guessed Draco carrying her was out of the question.

"Draco?" still no answer. "Draco" She tried again, louder this time even though he was stood only several paces in front. "Malfoy!" ok, so she hated calling him by his last name, it was just another similarity of him being like his father. But she knew it would make him stop. And it did, hints of worry etched on is features as he turned to face her.

"Look, he just said we need to get to the tent. Now. I don't know why!" he finally admitted, though was obviously agitated about having to stop and talk. It made no sense why getting to a tent was so important, but apparently it was. So with that in mind, the raven haired girl followed the blonde, swerving through cheering dancing wizards all enjoying the celebration.

Things changed in a matter of seconds though. Explosions replaced the fireworks, screams instead of cheering as fires sprung up everywhere and the little worry she had seen on his face changed to full panic. Mia lost sight of Draco almost instantly, getting pulled in the opposite direction. She tried to get free, struggling against the crowd but was knocked to the floor by a fleeing witch. Wincing at the impact, her ankle complained as she tried to move it side to side. 'Great' she thought attempting to stand but thought better of it as a few wizards were running in her direction. Sitting there for a while wouldn't really cause any harm, at least it did mean she could try and figure out what was going on. People were still running, several screams and shouts being heard over the explosions, but nothing seemed to be the cause yet, well at least nothing she could see.

Looking over her shoulder the teenagers eyes widened, mainly in fear as what appeared to be a group of death eaters came marching into view. They all had their wands drawn, and although their faces were covered Mia knew one was starring straight at her. She was frozen to the spot, even if her ankle didn't hurt she knew moving wouldn't have been an option. Her mouth opened to scream as he lifted his wand, pointing it straight at her, but it died in her throat. Surely he wouldn't kill her, she was meant for more than just dying in a death eater attack like this! Maybe it would just be a stunning spell... Oh who was she kidding? He was a death eater, the clue was in the title! Said cult worshiper in question suddenly turned away, his attention being momentarily distracted. A pair of hands slipped under Mia's shoulders within seconds of the distraction, dragging her up and behind a smoking half ripped tent. Turning on the spot she threw her arms around her saviour, letting a whimper of relief pass her lips. Draco pulled the younger closer, holding her tight within the enclosure of his arms, attempting to shield her from the disruption and chaos going on around them.

"Thank god" He breathed into her hair, barely audible. "We need to go, can you walk?" ignoring the protest her ankle was giving off she nodded, taking the hand he offered and jogging behind. They tried to stay to the shadows, Draco still possessing a need of urgency to find the tent, even more so now that Mia was injured. She was struggling to keep up, her ankle hurting from the fall, but the adrenalin was outweighing the pain for now. They swerved around bags that had been abandoned on the floor, Draco jumping over a barrel easily as Mia tripped and stumbled over it instead. Non of it made him slow down though, and his grip on her hand stayed painfully tight, but he wouldn't lose her again. If anything the temptation to pick her up and carry her was becoming more and more possible. "Come on!" he hissed as she slowed down, not so much angry at her but with himself for letting anything bad happen. She simply nodded again though, her speed picking up to a stabbing run in her leg. After passing several small fires and pausing to hide from another, this time smaller group of death eaters, the two came into sight of what they hoped was the right tent. His father hadn't been very specific, but the symbol of a dragon on the side looked right. Draco sprinted towards it, carrying the brunette more than leading her now. It was vital they reach it, he didn't know why or how a tent would help, but reaching it would make everything better. His hand outstretched, fingertips inches from grasping the fabric, the blonde let out a long string of swearing as someone clamped a hand around his shoulder, instantly apparating them both out.

Mia's lungs burnt rapidly, her eyes shutting tightly, the apparition seeming to go on even longer the second time around, and once her feet touched solid ground- the rest of her body following and landing in a heap, she took in gasps of much needed oxygen. They were back at the manor, but not in a room the non Malfoy recognised. Narcissa stood beside Draco, her hair messy and out of place, yet she still managed to look regal. Draco on the other hand was also sprawled out over the floor coughing, his swearing whilst apparating not going down too well. The eldest Malfoy leant down, helping her son up to his feet, before ordering a house elf to get a glass of water and retreating out of the room. Mia waited until they were alone, still not wanting to try and sit up yet.

"What just happened?" she questioned, her breathing still coming in short breaths. The blonde merely shook his head however, not wishing to talk about the events, at least for tonight.

A/N: Well, Well. It's been a while. Sorry about that, but with Christmas and exams coming up... It may around 2 weeks before another chapter comes up. Anyway, it's been a year since the first chapter got put up on here! Who's been here from the beginning eh? Thank you, all of you who are still here reading, this is still going on because of you amazing fans.

Can we make it to 100 reviews before the 40th chapter gets put up? That's my goal Z-Nugget xx

EDIT: Ok, I added some to this chapter, just a bit more detail really as I reread it and realised how rushed it seemed. Hope this is better x