I disentangle myself from Draco and get to my feet, brushing loose grass off my clothes. I look around to see that we've arrived to a deserted and misty moor.

Standing in front of our large group, is a pair of grumpy-looking wizard, one holding a large golden stopwatch and the other a long roll of parchment. I notice the two wizards' attempt at dressing as Muggle's, and it isn't good; The man holding the watch is wearing tweed suit with high galoshes, and his colleague, a poncho and a kilt.

"Mr Malfoy," the wizard with the parchment says, suddenly becoming very formal, straightening his back. "Always a pleasure. Ah, Madam Zabini and Madam Nott, wonderful to see you as well." He looks down at the piece of parchment for a moment, as if looking for something very important. "Nott...field three - look for Mr Coote. Zabini...Zabini...field three also."

Blaise, Theo and their mothers say their goodbyes - telling us they will meet us again soon - and walk off toward field three, leaving the Malfoy's and I.

"Now, Mr Malfoy, were you not just here two days ago?" the wizard with the parchment says.

"Yes, yes I was," Lucius responds in a bored tone. "I was here fixing up the tents for myself and my wife, as well my son - Draco, and his friend here."

"Tents?" I whisper to Draco. Does this mean we are sharing a tent - alone?

"Yes," Draco whispers back with a slight chuckle, "tents. Father told me that we will be putting up our own tent - without magic."

"Without magic?" I say, raising an eyebrow.

"I know," Draco say, looking annoyed at the thought. "Father and I had a small dispute over it until I finally agreed to it."

I chuckle, before glancing to Mr Malfoy, who looks as proper as ever.

"Okay then, Mr Malfoy," the wizard says, "you know where you are."

"Thank you, Basil," Lucius says, and nudges Draco and I to follow him and Narcissa.

We walk for at least twenty minutes up the deserted moor, unable to see anything through the thick mist, before a small stone cottage swims into our view, followed by hundreds of tents. I look between the many rows of tents. Some are decorated extravagantly, while some have tried to look as Muggle-like as possible.

The three of us continue to trudge up the misty moor, between rows and rows of tents, each getting more extravagant as we pass; some with simple chimney's and weather vanes, and some with front lawns with birth baths, and brilliantly coloured flags protruding from the tops. One tent even had three storey's and several turrets.

"It's always the same," Narcissa says, shaking her head slightly. "We can never resist showing off, even with a little as tents."

We walk a little farther, before reaching a jet black tent, with a space for an extra tent next to it with a piece of black canvas in the middle. It doesn't even look remotely magical, apart from the Malfoy crest above it, and a pristine welcome mat at the foot of the entrance.

"Ah, here we are," Lucius says. He turns around to face Draco and I. "You will need to put up your tent, and I am sure Draco has told you that you will not be using magic. We can't have these Muggle's seeing, with myself being a valuable member of the Ministry of Magic."

Lucius then turns on his heel and strides into the already put up tent.

Narcissa then leans closer to Draco and I. "I believe you are meant to put those pegs into the ground, to keep the tent up. Once you are finished, feel free to walk around - but remember, no magic."

I nod in understanding as Narcissa follows Lucius' footsteps into the tent. I then turn to Draco.

"I hope you know how to put up a tent, because I sure don't," I say, hitching my rucksack over my shoulder.

"Uh, I think so?" Draco says questioningly, before we both burst into laughter.

The two of us spend the next hour and a half trying to put the identical, jet black tent up; fighting over which way the tent should go, where the pegs actually go into the ground, Draco accidentally poking me in the eye with a pole - and me whacking him back with the mallet, and many colourful swear words, until the tent was finally up -however lopsided.

"Stunning," I say, slapping my hands together as we admire our - terrible - work.

"It's a little cramped," Draco says, wiping a drop of sweat from his brow, "but I think it'll do for one night. Come on."

I follow Draco through the small front flap of the tent. As soon as I straighten up, I gasp in surprise. I feel in an almost heaven I've never dreamed of - apart from Hogwarts. I may as well be in one of those Muggle flat's you see on Television shows, where the really rich characters stay. It is complete with two, king-sized single beds with black quilt covers and matching pillows, a black sofa paired with famous Slytherin green cushions, a black marble kitchenette and a bathroom.

"Wow," is all I can manage to say.

"I told you, it's small," Draco says, tucking an invisible strand of hair behind his ear.

"This is small?" I question, looking him in the face. "This is bigger than I could have ever imagined!"

Draco just looks at me sheepishly, before changing character and rushing over to the bed on the right. "I call this bed!" he yells, chucking his own rucksack onto it.

I chuckle, before walking over to the other bed. "Is there any particular reason why you wanted that specific bed?"

"It's closer to the kitchen," Draco shrugs, with a grin on his face.

I let out a laugh as I throw my own rucksack onto the other bed. I jump onto my back, sinking into the plush mattress, dangling my head over the other side. From upside down, I see Draco already in the kitchenette, rummaging through the cupboards.

"What are you looking for?" I muse. Draco ignores me, until he triumphantly lifts his hand into the air, his fist closed around something.

"Tea!" he says happily, before chucking two teabags onto the counter.

Rolling my eyes, I roll of the bed, hitting the ground with a thud. I quickly get up as I hear Draco rummaging through cupboards again. I walk over to the pristine kitchenette and stand by Draco who is currently looking through the cupboard under the counter.

"Just trying to find the kettle..." he mutters, and I smile while I watch him his face contorting with concentration. "Ah, found it!" He sets the kettle on the counter, but frowns afterword. "We need water."

"Well then, let's go find some water," I say. "You mum did say we can do whatever until the game."

"Alright," he says, and the two of us go back out the little flap, and into the campground.

A few more people seem to have arrived, now filling the campground with many witches and wizards, showing their team pride.

We make our way through the many rows, staring eagerly around. There are so many people, witches and wizards from all around the world. I only know of a few wizarding schools out there, but there must be loads. I only have knowledge of the school's Hogwarts has association with.

Along with adult and teenage wizards, there are many children, running around, having no care in the world. I noticed one young boy - who only looked about five - running around with a wand. It made me wonder where the parents were (probably having a lie in, by the looks of it).

We also walked by a pair of young girls, looking about the same age as the previous boy, riding around on toy broomsticks that only rose about a foot off the ground. Luckily a Ministry wizard spotted them, hurrying past Draco and I, muttering, "In broad daylight! Parents having a lie-in, I suppose..."

Draco walk in silence, mostly because of the fact we were trying to take in our surroundings, until Draco speaks, "Is it just me," he says, "or is everything suddenly green?"

"No," I say with a laugh. "I think we've come across the Irish supporters."

And so we had; many tents were coloured green, covered in a thick growth of shamrocks, making the tents look like oddly shaped hillocks had sprung out of the ground. The only thing that made them not look like hillocks, were grinning faces poking out the flaps.

"Sarah!"

I turn around at the shout of my name, to see Seamus Finnigan. I take in a deep breath, after remembering the events of the previous year; when Seamus and I had a date gone terribly wrong. He steps out of his own shamrock-covered tent, with a sandy-haired woman that must be his mother, followed by Dean Thomas, his best friend.

"Oh, hi Seamus," I say awkwardly.

"Like the decorations?" he asks excitedly, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "The Ministry's not too happy."

"Why's that?" I ask curiously.

"Ah, why shouldn't we show our colours?" Mrs Finnigan says, standing next to her son. "You should see what the Bulgarians have go all over their tents. You'll be supporting Ireland, of course?"

"Oh yeah," I say, a bit unsure. I'm not particularly going for either team, I'm just here to watch professional Quidditch players.

Mrs Finnigan nods with approval, before heading back into the tent. Seamus turns back to Draco and I.

"So, since when were you two going out?"

Draco and I both cough, flushing red, before denying as quickly as possible.

"Uh, we're not-"

"Definitely not-"

"At all-"

Seamus just laughs at the two of us, smirking, before going back off into his tent. Glancing at Draco, not wanting to say a word after that awkward encounter, we keep waking. After a few hundred yards, I speak up,

"I wonder what the Bulgarian's have got all over their tents."

Draco just smiles, before pointing ahead, to another large array of tents, where a large Bulgarian flag - white, red and green - is fluttering in the breeze. "Let's go have look."

The tents, this time, are not decked with plant life, but each and every one has the very same poster attached to it; a poster of a very surly face with heavy black eyebrows. The picture is, of course, moving, but all it does is blink and scowl.

"Krum," Draco say quietly, stopping in his tracks to stare at the picture.

"What?" I say, backing up to where he is standing.

"Krum!" Draco says. "Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker!"

"Oh him," I say, brushing him off. "He's a bit overrated. He always looks really grumpy."

"Really grumpy?" Draco says, raising his eyes to the heavens. "Who cares what he looks like? He's unbelievable. He's really young too. Only just eighteen or something. He's a genius, you wait until tonight, you'll see."

"I've already seen him, Draco," I say, rolling my eyes. "And he's not that good. I mean, he is good, but not as good as you say. But, I will leave you to your little crush..."

"Crush?" Draco exclaims. "I do not have a 'little crush' on Viktor Krum!"

"Yep, I see..." I say smirking, before hurrying ahead, making him jog to catch up me. He's scowling, which makes me chuckle.

There's a small queue for a tap in the corner of the field, in which we join. We end up behind a pair of wizard in a heated argument, which makes me inwardly groan. One of them, a very old wizard, is wearing a long flowy nightgown. The other, clearly a Ministry wizard, holding out a pair of pinstriped trousers and almost crying in exasperation.

"Just put them on, Archie, there's a good chap. You can't walk around like that, the Muggle at the gate is already suspicious-"

"I bought this in a Muggle shop," the old wizard, Archie, says stubbornly. "Muggles wear them."

"Muggle women wear them, Archie, not the men, they wear these," the Ministry wizard says, brandishing the pinstriped trousers.

"I'm not putting them on," the old wizard says. "I like a healthy breeze 'round my privates, thanks."

I scrunch my nose up. Just a little too much information. Ahead in the line, I hear two girls in a fit of giggles. I'm about to roll my eyes, before I recognise the giggles; Bonnie and Hermione.

"Draco!" I say excitedly, tapping him on the arm repetitively. "Look, it's Bonnie and Hermione! We have to say hi!"

"Do we have to? You saw Bonnie this morning-"

"But not Hermione! And Harry and Ron must be there as well!"

Draco groans as I grab his arm, dragging him in front of Archie and the Ministry wizard, who are still arguing over the pinstriped trousers.

"Hermione!" I squeal from behind her, and fling my arms around the back of her neck, hugging her from behind.

She lets out a squeal of surprise, before turning her head as far as she can. She sighs in relief when she see's that it's only me.

"Sarah!" She says, surprised. At the mention of my name, Harry spins around from just ahead of her, and smiles at me in greeting. I wave to him quickly, before turning back to Hermione.

"Don't sound so surprised," I say, grinning. "You didn't expect me not to come to this, did you?"

"I know, but you have brown hair!" She says, prodding my hair with her finger. "And you've got it to your shoulders!"

"Metamorphmagus," I say. "Duh."

"Oh," is all she says.

"It suits you," Harry says. "But I like you better with red hair."

"I'm keeping it brown today," I say. "I might go blonde tomorrow..."

"No!" Harry, Ron, Hermione and Bonnie say in unison, making me glare at them playfully.

"Why are you here, anyway? You told Ron you couldn't come!" Hermione says.

"Huh? What'd you say about me, Hermione?" Ron says from in front of her, spinning around. His face softens when he see's it's only me. "Oh, hi Sarah." He turns to Hermione. "She told me she was coming with Malfoy."

"Yes, Weasel," Draco says in a bored tone behind me. "She has indeed come with me."

I see Ron's mouth open with a retort, but I quickly stop them. "Boys, be nice," I say warningly. "We're not at Hogwarts now, and we're here to have fun, not bicker."

Draco just rolls his eyes, to which I punch him in the arm. "So, when did you guys get here?" I ask them, as I hear Draco sigh very loudly.

"Well, I left not long after you guys did," Bonnie says. "Dad apparated me into the forest over there-" She points to a thick of trees a few hundred yards away, "-but the other's got here at eight, right?"

"Yep," Ron says. "Eight in the morning! Percy and Charlie still aren't coming until later, they get to apparate!"

I shake my head, and we continue to wait for the line, Hermione, Bonnie and I chatting about the coming year at Hogwarts and the Quidditch World Cup. Draco and I soon collect our water, and end up walking along the rows of tents with Harry, Ron, Hermione and Bonnie.

As we all walk  in the directions of our different tents, we see more familiar faces. We first came across Oliver Wood, our old Hogwarts Quidditcch captain who has since graduated. As soon as we approach him, he drags Harry and I - the others follow close behind - to meet his parents, telling us excitedly that he has been signed to the Puddlemere United reserve team.

We then run into Ernie Macmillan, a Hufflepuff in our year, who waves to us. Further along we see Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw Seeker and, as I'm aware, Harry's crush. She waves and smiles at our group - in particular Harry, who waves back, spilling water from his bucket down his front.

I try my hardest not to laugh, and when we're a few feet away from Cho, I nudge Harry giving him a wink. He just glares at me.

We soon reach the spot where we must go our different ways. We bid our goodbyes, and promise to meet up tomorrow morning before we leave.

As Draco and I walk together, bucket of water in hand, I ask him an simple question, "Draco, do you think you will ever like my friends?"

He pauses for a moment, contemplating his answer. "Maybe," he says. "I'll be willing to nice if they do."

I nod, and we continue to walk. We soon reach the tent, and as soon as we get inside, Draco hurries to the kitchen to make our cups of tea. He told me to sit back and let him make the best cup of tea. He was right - it was the best cup of tea.

We end up spending the afternoon drinking endless amounts of tea, eating chocolate chip biscuits, plotting ways to take over Hogwarts - though not literally, and playing silly word games.

Soon, excitement dawns over the campground, as the match draws nearer. As soon as dusk arrives, we know it's time for the Quidditch World Cup.

I quickly get changed out of my simple cropped t-shirt into a Quidditch t-shirt I bought in my third year at Diagon Alley. I pick up my wand and coin purse, as Draco had told me about merchandise.

Ready to go, Draco and I exit the tent, meeting up with his parents, and we make our way toward the stadium. The stadium soon looms into view, casting a large shadow over the surrounding tents.

It now seems that the Ministry wizards have ceased trying to stop signs of magic which is now breaking out all around.

Salesmen are apparating every few feet, carrying trays and carts full of extraordinary merchandise I had never seen before. There are luminous rosettes - green for Ireland and red for Bulgaria - which squeal the names of the players, pointed green hats bedecked with dancing shamrocks, Bulgarian scarves adorned with lions that actually roar, flags from both countries that play their national anthems as they wave; there are tiny models of Firebolts that really fly, and collectible figures of famous players, which stroll across the palm of your hand.

"Great!" Draco says excitedly, walking toward each salesperson to look at their merchandise.

Even with professional Quidditch games, Draco subtly shows his Slytherin pride; he bought several dancing shamrocks to put on his jacket, a Firebolt model and a miniature figurine of Viktor Krum.

"Really, Draco?" I say, raising an eyebrow.

"Come on, Sarah," he says, defending himself. "You know he's my favourite player!"

I shake my head with a laugh, and go on to buy my own merchandise. I buy myself a rosette to support both teams and a figurine of one of the Irish Seeker, Aiden Lynch. This time Draco raises his eyebrow to me.

"I may have had a small crush on him when I was five," I say with a shrug. I look ahead to see another salesperson with a cart carrying what look like brass binoculars, except they are covered in all sorts of weird knobs and dials. "Wow, look at these!"

I drag Draco over to the cart. "Omnioculars," the saleswizard says eagery as we approach. "You can replay action...slow everything down...and they flash up a play-by-play breakdown if you need it. Bargain - ten galleons each."

I glance to Draco, before turning back to the saleswizard. "I'll take two pairs, please."

The saleswizards hands me two pairs, and Draco just stares at me. "You didn't have to do that," he says, as I hand him one pair. "You know I could have afforded that."

"I know," I shrug. "But you bought me the tickets, so we're even. Plus you're letting me stay with you."

Draco just sighs, but with our money bags now considerably lighter, the two of us head back to Mr and Mrs Malfoy, who look very proper in their formal-like outfits.

As soon as we approach them, a deep, booming gong sounds somewhere beyond the woods, and at once, green and red lanterns blaze to life in the trees, lighting a path to the field.

"It's time!" I yell excitedly, bouncing on the balls of my feet.

Draco grabs onto my hand, "Let's go!"

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A/N

Yay! An update!

Again, I have spent way too much time on that website I mentioned last chapter, and haven't written this...but now I have!

I hope you guys like Sarah/Draco, because I do and I hope they last (well, I do know if they do/don't ;) )

Bye,

~Elise