The Protector

...The Quidditch World Cup...

Alrighty, question of the chapter: What is your actual Hogwarts house? 

I am a Ravenclaw! Ravenclaw pride all the way!

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I fell onto the ground with a groan of pain. I swore I heard my back pop as I tried to sit back up. The ground felt like grass, so I was somewhere decent. 

"Why didn't you tell us?!" 

"Draco Malfoy?! You could do better!" 

I popped my neck, "We just fell from god knows how high, and you're focusing on my dating life?" The two boys glared at me. I rolled my eyes, "Fine. Yes, I am. And he hasn't harassed you guys in like a year. Why should you care?" 

"We're trying to look out for you," Ron told me. 

"And I'm very grateful, but I can take care of myself. If it goes bad, then I'll deal with it. Then tell you guys. Let's just...put this aside until we start school, okay?" 

They all sighed, "Okay." 

I stood up and helped up the Weasleys. Hermione and Harry were up on their own. We turned around to see Arthur, Amos, and Cedric walking down air. I furrowed my eyebrows, Were there imaginary steps that I didn't know of? How the crap can they do that? 

"Bet that cleared your nostrils," Arthur laughed.  

I chuckled and nodded. Cedric came up to me, "I am so sorry." 

"It's fine," I smiled. "They would've figured it out eventually. Either would've saw or I sneak it into a conversation. Glad they figured out now, though." 

We started to walk with the crowd to the other side of the hill we were placed upon, "So they're true?" he asked. 

"Yeah," I nodded. 

"How long have you guys dated?" He asked. 

I began to think, So, we started about a month-wait...no...screw it, I'm gonna guess, "I'd say about three-to-four months." Two people on broomsticks flew past us towards where I heard lots of people. Ugh, I've gotta deal with people, I whined to myself. The crowd came into view. Well, crowd would be putting it lightly. It seemed like the whole wizarding world was in this little section of hills. 

There were so many tents. People were split between two colors: red and green. Wow, are we at Hogwarts, because Gryffindor and Slytherin are going at each other again. 

"Welcome, kids," Arthur spoke, "to the Quidditch World Cup." 

Arthur led us through the crowd. There were so many things going on; people were putting up tents, people doing magical sort of tricks, and so. Many. People. Shouting. If I would've known it would be this packed, then I would've stayed with my Mom or Mrs. Weasley. My eyes caught on a blonde color. I turned and I saw the back of someone's head. I blinked once and they were gone. 

"You good, Bridget?" I heard Fred ask me. 

"Yeah," I smiled at him, "just thought I saw someone I knew." 

Both of the twins nodded, and we continued to walk. The Diggory's had to go to their tent so we went our separate ways. We soon stopped at this small tent that looked like it was a one-room. I furrowed my eyebrows when Arthur pulled it open, "Welcome to our rooms." 

I think we'll be a little sardines, I thought to myself as I watched the Weasley twins enter. Ron walked in, grabbing my hand, "Come on, Bridge." We walked in. My mouth dropped open like a dead corpse. 

"Don't block the doorway," Ron laughed as he started to walk around. I moved to the left slightly and continued to gaze. This was not any small tent. There were dunks and bedrooms. Living room and kitchen. It was...like a house. 

Hermione and Ginny both came in and went straight to a bedroom/bunk area. Both of them started to giggle like girls do. Arthur came in, "Okay, girls. Pick yourself a dunk. Get out of the kitchen, Ron! We're all hungry." 

Fred and George started to mock him, "Yeah, get out of the kitchen, Ron!" 

"Feet off the table, boys!"

"Feet off the table," they both laughed. 

I giggled. Accidently, Harry and I both agreed in unison, "I love magic." We looked to each other, and started to laugh. We both walked deeper into the tent and playfully pushed each other. I walked over to the girls. They both looked at me, "We saved you a bed!" 

I giggled, "Thanks." I walked over and set my bag on it. I then sat on it myself. Now, all we have to do is talk and wait. 

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"Bloody hell, how far up are we, Dad?" Ron called out over the loud, screaming people. I laughed watching him. 

"Let's just say," a voice from below us got my attention, "if it rains, you'll know before anyone else."

I tried to hide the smile on my face. Lucius did have a great come back, but we never did ask him. I looked down and my eyes caught him. His gray eyes saw mine before anyone else. I felt so special. I read Draco's emotions and thoughts, She's...amazing, his voice made my day. 

Draco started to brag, "We're up in the Ministry box. Invited by Fudge himself." 

I rolled my eyes, and shook my head, Showing off isn't going to make you sound better to the Weasleys, idiot. 

"Don't brag, Draco," Lucius put out his cane to hush up his son. "There's no need, with people like them." 

Harry started to pull away Hermione and Ron. I was rushing Harry up when I heard something from below me. I looked down. Lucius had the head of his cane on Harry's shoe. I looked to Lucius with a stone-hard glare. 

He smiled up to the both of us, "Have fun. While you can that is." 

"We can't, if you're on our tail," I spoke back. I kicked his cane off Harry. I rushed Harry up the stairs and to our seats with everyone else. I was in between Cedric and Harry. Everyone was hollering and cheering as a few people from the Irish team flew in. They came in trailing green and white smoke. The boys started to name off all the players that flew in. I slanted on the railing and watched. 

The players went up into the night sky. These fireworks blew up and it resembled a dancing leprechaun. I was mesmerized, The things magic can do. People started to shout, "Irish! Irish!" I wasn't really on a team. So I was just laughing. 

"Here they come! The Bulgarians!" Fred yelled. 

Sure enough, players in red came bursting through the firework animation. Red sparks went off as they flew into the arena. One of the players got so cocky that he did a handstand on his broom. Why would you do that? Appease the crowd?

"Who's that?" I heard Hermione yell out. 

"That's the best seeker in the world!" George answered. 

This seeker led his team to one side of the arena. His face was then plastered like an advertisement. People started calling his name, "Krum! Krum!" 

I almost couldn't help but laugh at his last name. Krum...said like crumb...like when you eat bread and a small piece falls off? Ha! Poor guy...He flew around the arena and people continued to cheer. He went to the middle and pumped his fist in the air. To me, he seemed a little...thick headed. Just by how he...introduced himself...just thought it was weird. 

"Isn't this cool?!" I heard Cedric ask me. 

"I don't know," I yelled back. "I can barely hear anything!" 

He laughed and everyone started to die down, slightly. The Minister of Magic began to speak, "Welcome to this wonderful evening!" People got quieter, "As Minister, it would be my pleasure to host the final of the 422nd annual Quidditch World Cup! Let this match...begin!"