Draco's POV:

As we walked to the ministry's box, my father looked at me and sighed.

"You'll be fine, Draco. I saw the way you looked at Potter. I told you -"

"We don't talk..." I mumble.

"Don't you dare cut me off!"

I flinched back and quickly apologized. He didn't say anything for a little and then hummed. "I want you to date him again. You'll help get him comfortable around me."

"What?"

My father nods with a smile. "Yes, that would help loads. Date him again, Draco. Go ahead. Just don't get too close. I don't walk you to get hurt."

I couldn't see myself, but I was undoubtedly giving my father an ugly and unappealing face.

"Date him? You threatened me to break up with him just to tell me to date him again?"

There was a loud scream from the stadium, and that's when I noticed that the game had started.

"Fine. Whatever. That's if he would take me back again anyway."

My dad smiled at me and pushed me into my seat. I watched the game. It made me happy. The only reason I didn't mind that my father was going back on his own words.

That's when I noticed Harry. He was standing next to Cedric and smiling. They were both pointing around and talking about the game.

My blood was boiling. But I remained calm and carried on with watching the game. At the end of it, we went back to our tent, and my father quickly started packing up.

"What's going on?"

"Don't worry about it, Draco. Pack your bags. We must be off."

I hadn't unpacked yet to. I grabbed my bag and waited for my father. When we were ready, I heard a loud boom from outside. I groaned and rubbed my temples.

"The Irish."

"Not the Irish, Draco. Let's go."

We walked out, and people were screaming. A few tents down, I noticed Harry, Ron, and Hermione running, trying to get out of the mass chaos that was happening.

"Father -"

"Let's go, Draco! Now!"

I dropped my bag when I noticed Harry getting trampled on by everyone running. I ran down to his tent, listening to my father screaming at me to come back.

"Harry! Harry!"

I shouted as I found him. I saw people in masks walking around, causing everything to go in flames.

"Harry! You have to wake up!"

I made sure he was okay and that people weren't running over us. Once everything cooled down, Harry wore up. He looked at me, shocked as I let out  a sigh of relief.

"Wha- who is that?"

I turn and look where Harry is looking. There was a guy who was walking around. I couldn't tell who he was

"I don't know..."

That's when Harry's hand shot up to his scar, and the guy casted something into the sky. The Dark Mark.

The guy turned to us when Harry screamed in pain. He started walking over before stopping and running the other way when a bunch of ministry people came running with Ron and Hermione.

"Harry!" Hermione shouted as she hugged him.

"Been looking for you for you, we lost you... why are you here?" Ron says with a smile.

"What is THAT?" Harry mumbles and then looks at Ron, who was glaring at me. "He helped me..."

Ron huffed, and they looked at the monstrous thing in the sky, Harry held his head in pain. Suddenly, we are fired on.

"Stop! That's my son." Arthur cried out.

Arthur and others approach.

"Ron, Harry, Hermione, are you alright?" Arthur asks before turning to me. "Draco? Why are you here. Where is your father?'

"I don't know...sir."

"Very well then..." Arthur hummed and pat my shoulder.

"Which of you conjured this?" Mr. Crouch spoke.

"You can't possibly.." Arthur began.

"Do not lie! You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!" Crouch shouted.

"Crime?" Harry whispered, confused. I turn and look at him with a weak smile.

"Barty, they're just kids."

"What crime?" Harry asked again but louder this time.

"Harry, it's his mark." Hermione whispered.

"Those people tonight, in the masks... they're his too, aren't they? they're his followers."

"Harry..." I mumble and try to grab his hand.

"Follow me." Crouch spoke to his people.

"There was a man. Before. There." Harry spoke, pulling his hand away from me and pointing to the area we saw the man before.

"All of you, this way." Crouch led his men away.

"Harry, who?"

"I dunno. I didn't see his face."