Draco's Gryffindor Heart

Art

Chapter 3: Art

Y/N's POV

"I can't believe it, father," I started happily. "I can't believe we're here! The Quidditch World Cup!"

Father smiled. "I'm glad you're enjoying it already.

"It's good to see you here, Severus." Lucius Malfoy greeted.

Father shaked his hand. "Lucius."

I shaked Lucius' hand too. "Hello, Mr. Malfoy. Is Draco with you?"

His figure stiffened. "He—"

"Blimey, dad. How far up are we?" I heard Ron Weasley asked.

"Let's do it this way," Lucius said, looking up at them. "If it rains, you'll be the first to know."

That's where I saw Draco with the Weasleys. He frowned at the sight of his own father glaring at him. "Father.."

I chuckled. "Father, Mr. Malfoy and I are on the Minister Box," I bragged to make Harry and the Weasleys pissed. "Personal invitation from Cornelius Fudge himself!"

Father glared at me. "Don't boast, Y/N."

Draco looked at me then gave me a small smile.

''Meet me in a few minutes." He mouthed then followed them.

I sat down then clutched Draco's black coat.

"Who gave that to you?" Father asked.

"You gave this to me, remember?" I lied.

"I don't think so." He said.

"Well, you did. You must have forgotten."

That's where I saw Draco.

"Excuse me, father, I'll use the loo." I excused myself then walked towards Draco without anyone seeing.

I hugged him. "Hey,"

He hugged me back. "It's good to see you."

"You're supposed to be with your father.. why aren't you?"

He looked down. "He does not want to be seened with me."

"Is he that ashamed? So what if you're a Gryffindor? You're still his son." I said.

"You don't understand," he said softly. "Ever since I got sorted out in Gryffindor, father think of me as a disgrace. I knew it was coming. My mother...I'm too ashamed to approach her."

I cupped both his cheeks. "You're not a disgrace. Not to me. Do not be afraid to approach your mother, because I know she cares about you. You're her son."

"Forget about him. Right now, let's enjoy the sight." I added.

Draco then quickly pointed somewhere with wide eyes. "Oh look! There's the Irish!"

"You sure are acting like a kid again, Draco!" I joked.

"And there's Viktor Krum!" Draco said then clapped his hands.

I saw his eyes widen in amusement everytime and how he smiles so hard it makes the corners of my lips twitch upwards as well. I love watching him in awe.

And suddenly, my heart started beating faster.

It's like the clock stopped ticking for a while.

He's the only thing my eyes are focused on.

I don't see the people around us, the fireworks, the players.

It's just him.

I started to realize that he looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

———

I went back to my seat only to see father staring at me.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked him.

"No," he crossed his arms. "But the fact that you've been gone the entire show is pretty suspicious. Where were you?"

"I—"

"Don't lie to me, Y/N," he said. "Is there even a queue when you enter the ladies' lavatory?"

"Fine. I was with Draco." I admitted.

"Why are you with him?"

"To keep him company. Besides, we're friends, come on!"

"I don't want you hanging out with that boy."

"You can't control me! He's not even doing anything wrong!" I yelled.

He sighed. "Go to your tent now."

"Fine!" I fumed.

As I was walking, I bumped into someone.

"Watch where you're— ! Oh yeah, it was my fault, but I'm not admitting that—Draco?"

"I'm okay." He rubbed his arm.

"Why aren't you in the tent with the others

"I have a bad feeling about something." He said.

"Draco,"

"Hmm?"

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

I pointed at the sight. "Deatheaters."

"I knew it," he said then grabbed my hand. "Come with me, I—"

"Y/N is not coming with you," Father said then grabbed my other arm. "Let go of her, Mr. Malfoy."

"Wait, father—!"

Then we apparated back home.

A/N:

Merlin, fourth year already?

Anyways..

Draco is too nice and soft in this fanfiction, I—