Mr. Daddy's Money - Draco Malfoy/Fred Weasley/OC

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That next day Fred accompanied me in the stands, to watch the first event of the triwizard tournament. 

Draco wasn't kidding when he said the first task was dragons. 

Oh, Draco. 

The guilt of kissing Draco while going to the dance with Fred, seemed to squeeze the air right out of my lungs.

"You alright?" Fred asked me. 

"Um... yeah," I spoke nervously, "just deep in thought.... and these games...."

"They are pretty wicked." Fred smiled, giving me a little wink. 

That made me feel even more guilty, especially since I kissed Draco... again only a few hours before. 

"What are you thinking about?" Fred spoke again, interrupting my thoughts. 

"Oh, nothing important...." I trailed off, as I looked into the crowd of students that surrounded the arena. 

My eyes locked on Draco.  

He was accompanied by his usual friends, Crabbe and Goyle. 

The three of them were smiling and cheering, waving their hands in the air.  

Draco's eyes sure did seem to sparkle when he was happy.  

"You're thinking about that dress, aren't you?" Fred asked, as he put his arm around my shoulder. 

"Yeah, I am Freddy.  I really liked it." I sighed, giving him a nod. 

"I think you would look better in the red one there anyway." Fred spoke quickly.  

The words shout out of his mouth, rather harshly. 

I don't know if it was the way he said it or what, but they caused a wave of irritation to rise in my body. 

"I don't like the red one." I snapped quickly at him. 

"Alright...." Fred spoke in a much softer tone now, "We will keep looking...." 

I let out a long deep sigh. 

George, who stood on the opposite side of me, leaned in close to my ear. 

"You had a large package delivered today.  Neville stuck it by your door." George whispered in my ear. 

"Are you sure? They must have gotten the name wrong.   I don't get packages, I don't get mail." I turned to George. 

"Go look for yourself then." George shrugged.  

He must be playing some joke on me.  

The twins always do. 

"Fine, I guess I will." I said, pushing past them. 

"Where are you going?" Fred asked frantically.

"Going back to my room." I replied, as I continued to weave through the people in the stands.  

"Wait! Wait!" Fred called out, as he followed me. 

As I exited the stands, he grabbed me by my hand, stopping me in my tracks. 

"What?" I asked, clearly annoyed. 

"I'm just wondering where you are going." Fred crossed his arms over his chest. 

"Like I told you, back to my room.  Why does it matter?" I asked.  

"I guess it doesn't really matter...." Fred trailed off as he stared at me.

"OK, then why did you follow me down here?" I asked harshly. 

Fred looked at me for a moment, before he answered. 

"Are you mad at me?" Fred asked, he sounded very unsure of the words he was speaking. 

"Getting there! Now, I have to go." I rolled my eyes, and walked away. 

Why is he all up in my business all of a sudden?

I marched through the empty corridors, to the Gryffindor commodore. 

There sat a large box in front of Hermione and I's door. 

It was addressed to me. 

Confused, I brought the package into my room, as I sat down on my bed with it.  

The box was black. 

For a box, it looked expensive. 

I slowly opened it. 

Inside, was the dark green dress. 

The sparkled one. 

The 6,000 galleon dress from the store. 

"Oh. My.  God." I gasped, taking the dress out of the box.  

How?

From who?

I quickly hung it up in my closet, to keep if from any damage.  

I dug through the box, looking for any identification of who it could have come from. 

Nothing. 

Loud cheers filled the Gryffindor common room. 

Followed by an ear piercing screech. 

I got up quickly, and ran out to where the sound was.  

Harry was surrounded by the Gryffindor house, as he held the golden dragons egg. 

My eyes drifted to Fred Weasley, who gave me a small wave. 

"You." I said grabbing him by the arm of his shirt. 

"What now?" He replied, as I pulled him into my room.  

"I told you not to get me that dress!" I argued with him.  

"What are you talking about?" Fred chuckled. 

I opened my closet, and pointed to the expensive dress. 

Fred's eyes grew wide. 

"I told you not to waste your money on it!" I told him. 

Fred's eyes moved in my direction. 

"I didn't buy it." Fred spoke with confusion. 

Based off of the expression on his face, Fred Weasley wasn't lying. 

"But.... who then, Freddy?" I asked him.  

That's when Hermione entered our room. 

"Cedric is looking for you." She smiled. 

"Cedric, of course!" I exclaimed. 

"You think he bought it?" Fred asked quickly. 

He now seemed very defensive. 

"Well, I did tell him how much I liked the dress.  I'm going to ask him about it.  Where is he?" I asked Hermione. 

"The west corridor." Hermione replied. 

"I'll be back!" I announced, leaving the Gryffindor house.