act one: the dance of dragons
chapter two

When the port key finished, everyone was now standing looking over at the camp that most of the people attending the Quidditch World Cup resided in for the night. Most were not wanting to go home after the games, Draco and Feyre were staying in one of the tents somewhere that they'd see eventually if they even ended up in their own tents.

Feyre was fifteen, being born on September 1, she was the youngest in her year. Which made her an easy target for others to pick on. Especially her old friends. Not that they did it to simply make fun of her, they did it to catch her attention and bring joy to her overall gray face. Wanting to see some sort of emotion come out of her.

Feyre looked over at her brother, wondering what was running through his mind as they overlooked the camp. Lucius seemed to have an expression of slight disgust as he took another step as his cane dug into the ground. Feyre made a face as she watched the dirt dig up from the ground before Lucius trudged onwards.

The Malfoy's had strict rules for their appearances, as they did everything. Following their lines of purity and who was lesser and better than them. Feyre often simply stayed quiet, opposed to making comments and acting rude to those around them. The girl simply kept in her own way while abiding by her parents' rules.

Feyre heard the cheers of the crowd as they walked down from the hill, walking further through the camps. Feyre had a bag slung lazily on her clothed shoulder as she looked around. The sun beading down on her sun-kissed skin. Unlike the rest of her family, she somehow managed to get pigmented skin.

Draco seemed to keep silent as well. Looking around with a curl of his lips while a disparaging smile appeared. Staying close to his sister as he occasionally adjusted his black suit while looking around as if he owned the place. Which he often did, because to the Malfoy's, they believed they owned everything.

As they were walking, trudging through the hot sun and the camp of raging fans, Feyre smiled. Reminiscing all of the Quidditch matches they had at school and how fun it was to be in the student section and on the field. Zooming through as the wind whipped against your body. It was exhilarating.

Though, it seemed as though her father and Draco did not care for any of that. They cared more about acting disdainful and prideful to scare off those around them and to assert their dominance above everyone who wasn't pure.

Feyre kept up with her family, although, her eye was caught a few times by glimpses of red hair. She'd tilt her head at the sight, trying to decipher which Weasley it was, but never catching their face. So, she never once knew which boy it had been. Which was quite sad, really, she hoped to catch a glimpse of the twins.

The twins for the first two years of their schooling, had been really close with Feyre. Despite them being considered blood traitors, she could care less about, they were arm in arm for the two years. They helped her earn the nickname Fair because George couldn't pronounce her name and she helped so many people that it stuck. They talked in the shadows when her family wasn't around, as she did with most, but she longed to be herself again.

A version of herself that now simply existed in the darkness.

"Feyre!" A voice caught her attention, causing Draco and Lucius to pause, "I've been looking for you for ages! I thought you weren't going to come," Elizabeth grinned as she looked at her friend in glee.

Elizabeth Nott, a pureblood in the same year as Feyre. The two had grown up around each other and started school together. Hand in hand. Elizabeth knew how Feyre was around those around her, to her peers. She had a heart of gold that extended towards everyone. Elizabeth helped her hide her acts from her brother and often kept him occupied. Elizabeth took pride in Feyre being a good person despite her family's odds.

"We ran a little behind, someone couldn't find his jacket," Feyre's smile grew as she pulled Elizabeth into a hug before holding onto her arms, "Look at you! As gorgeous as ever. I suppose you're pulling for whoever Theodore is?"

"Actually, Theo is pulling for Ireland as you are. I'm pulling for Bulgaria, Krum is a dream," Elizabeth sighed dreamily as she smiled at her friend, her blue eyes shining in the light, "Theo's been asking about you."

"Really? Well, let's not keep anyone waiting," Feyre laughed as she shook her head at the thought of the young Nott boy asking about her, "Father, Draco," Feyre nodded her head as if asking permission to leave.

"Go off, but be back. We'll find our spots soon, meet us at the gates," Lucius looked at the girl with a stern look before giving a slight smirk to Elizabeth who simply remained smiling.

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy," Elizabeth shimmied her shoulders in excitement before she began to pull Feyre off into a different direction than she had been heading.

"So, our sixth year, only one more to go!" Elizabeth sighed as she walked arm in arm with Feyre as both looked around, catching sight of the Quidditch fans, "Any specific redhe-I mean any specific boy in mind?"

"You're bloody insane," Feyre looked at the girl with narrowed eyes, "I don't have my eyes on anyone. The insinuation makes me sick."

Elizabeth quirked an eyebrow, "Keep feeding yourself whatever bogus lies you are, but I believe that you are quite wrong."

Feyre simply rolled her eyes in response while her eyes began to travel again, "My father is most likely going to pick out someone for me. It isn't like I have much of a choice anyway."

"You'd have one boy in particular and I know it, you're obsessed with him!" Elizabeth exclaimed before she crossed her arms across her chest.

"Says the one secretly dating the second son," Feyre snapped, which caused her face to go white.

Elizabeth went white, whiter than any of Feyre's family members. That was a secret that the two had held over the summer since Elizabeth had gone to Romania in celebration of her seventeenth birthday which was coming soon, as she was born on September 16, 1977.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Elizabeth acted as if she had no clue about what Feyre was on about, "I've never had a thing for a Weasley."

The two girls heard a tut from behind them which caused them to turn around, Feyre smirked while Elizabeth turned as white as Feyre's hair, "Are you sure about that one, love?"

Elizabeth went to stutter out a response while Feyre laughed loudly while watching this unfold, "It seems you've been busted by your ancient lover."

"I'm not ancient," Charlie protested while looking at Feyre, "How have you been, Fey?"

"Good, soaking in solitude as I sit in my room and write letters," She grinned while shrugging her shoulders, "How about you?"

"That's a little depressing, mate. Same old, same old with the dragons," Charlie adjusted his posture while looking around, "Your brother isn't around is he? I'm sure everyone would love to see you. If we could find them."

"I dunno," Feyre got a little shy as she looked at one of the elder Weasley's, "I don't think we've got time, but tell everyone I said hello."

"I will, are you taking my dear Elizabeth off?" Charlie questioned while Elizabeth stood as pale as ever before she seemed to snap back into reality, "Took you long enough."

"I didn't expect to see you, not this early," Elizabeth spoke simply as she removed herself from Feyre as she walked over to Charlie as she pressed a kissed the taller Weasley, "And he's not ancient, we're only 4 years, 9 months, 4 days apart."

"It's the sad fact you know that," Feyre made a face as she let her hands fall to her sides, "Why do you even know that? Are you that bonkers?"

"Yes," Charlie answered for the girl as he shook his head, "Beyond bonkers."

"Are you two even legal?" Feyre joked as she twisted her finger around at the two, "I'm pretty sure for the next few months she's a minor."

Charlie made a face while Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders, "We've known each other for years as we have. I dunno. I don't think it's illegal."

"You don't think murder is illegal," Feyre deadpanned before laughing, "Now come on. We've got to get going. Or are you going to stay with your redhead?"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes at her friend, "I suppose we must get going. Wouldn't want anyone to catch us."

Feyre scrunched her face up as she feigned pain, "That would be the worst case scenario."

"I'll see you later, love," Elizabeth gave Charlie one final look as he gave a swift nod.

"Keep safe you two," Charlie pointed a finger at Feyre which caused her to wink.

"We will," Feyre then turned off as she acted as if she was glaring at Charlie, "Come on, Elizabeth. Let's go elsewhere."

"Of course," Elizabeth nodded her head at Feyre as they began to walk once again.

Their feet padded against the ground. Feyre was slightly surprised that her shoes had yet to rub her feet raw but she was pleasantly surprised that the spell her mother had used on them stopped them from causing her any pain.

"I can't believe you're with Charlie Weasley," Feyre whispered as they walked through the crowd, "I can't believe you've hidden it as well as you have."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes while looking at Feyre, "Says the ghost herself. You hide quite a lot in your own shadows."

"Because I must," Feyre gave Elizabeth a look as they continued to walk, not understanding why this was brought up, "You know what would happen to me if Draco told father."

"And you understand that the same would happen to me," Elizabeth explained as the two looked up at the sky before making a face, "Getting around time, we've got to start heading to the field."

"We never found Theodore," Feyre noted as she looked around, "Any idea where he might be? Father might think it would be suspicious if he doesn't see him with us."

"He should be heading that way as well, we should be running into him sooner or later," Elizabeth hummed as she looked around in search of her brother, "I know that he is trying to track you down."

"What is his thing for me?" Feyre questioned as she furrowed her eyebrows, "He's much too young! I want an older boy."

Elizabeth couldn't help but let out a small, curt laugh at the girl's words, "Oh, come on."

It seemed as Feyre was being dragged every which way around the campsite. She simply prayed that Elizabeth truly knew where she was going because it damn well did not seem like it and she knew that the two often got lost on Hogwarts property. It was a result of them being late to class often. Most of the time they'd take a wrong turn down a wrong corridor.

They slipped through the crack between the tents as they searched for the gates. It seemed that Elizabeth became lost rather quickly while Feyre jumped up and down as if trying to figure out where she was going, believing that height gain would immediately tell her where she'd be.

"There, to the left," Feyre pointed as she stopped jumping while grabbing ahold of Elizabeth's arm, "Let's go."

"Are you sure you've got a bloody clue where we are going?" Feyre looked offended by Elizabeth's words, "What? Just asking."

Feyre rolled her eyes and continued to pull her along, "I just figured out where to go for us after you've got us lost."

The two continued to weave their way through the tents trying to get to the Quidditch field, looking for the gate. That was until someone roughly shoved shoulders with Feyre causing her to fall, before said person caught her. Like some stupid muggle romance.

"Feyre," Theodore Nott was grinning down at her as he raised an eyebrow, "Falling for me, are you?''

"Absolutely not," Feyre furrowed her eyebrows as he lifted her up so that she could stand again.

"Dramatics, really, Theo?" Elizabeth sighed as she placed her hands on her hips, "Is this all you know how to do?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Theo placed a hand on his chest as if mocking her before he winked at Feyre who rolled her eyes, "We've got to get going, ladies."

"No shit, we were trying to find you," Feyre nodded her head at him before she pointed to the gates not too far ahead, "Everyone's probably waiting on us."

"Probably," Theo copied the girl's voice before looking in the direction of the gates, "Looks like everyones already up there."

"Yes, I know," Feyre resisted the urge to slap some sense into the man as she rocked on her feet, "Let's get going."

Theo let out a small sigh at the girl's eagerness to leave, "Fine."

They continued onward to the gates. Theodore walked on one of Feyre's sides while Elizabeth walked on the other. The two girls share looks and small remarks regarding Theodore. Theodore is the most annoying human to ever exist. Feyre could never put up with his personality.

They walked over to the gates. Noticing how their families were standing while awaiting the arrival of their respected kids. Lucius stood over the others while Mr. Nott stood at his side. Both towering over the others, specifically Draco who looked as mad as ever.

"There they are," Draco pointed them out as he huffed to himself, "About time. Salazar you three took so long."

Theodore rolled his eyes as he looked over at Draco, "It takes time to find perfection," He looked back and winked at Feyre causing Draco to look sick.

"That's my sister," Draco simply retorted as he looked at his friend, "Don't talk like that about her."

Draco did not seem to like the fact that Theodore had a thing for Feyre. The last thing he needed was his sister and friend getting involved. Though, he knew that it was very unlikely for Feyre to actually go after Theodore as she had a long time distaste towards the boy.

"Let's get going," Lucius gave the children firm looks before he turned on his heels and walked through the gates without another word.

Feyre looked at the others, making a face as her father walked ahead. For a moment, no one followed. As if pondering their decisions. That was until Lucius stopped and looked back which caused the group of children to run after the man, along with Mr. Nott. Feyre made a face while tripping along the way.

The way to their seats was quite a walk, but not as bad as someone who was sitting on top of the stadium. The walk could take up to an hour just to get there. Feyre followed alongside Elizabeth who had her arm hooked through the other girls. Both swayed their way through the crowd as they followed alongside the boys.

The match was one for the ages. Everyone was excited about what was going to happen and who was going to win. The sky had darkened and the lights of the stadium illuminated all types of people. People who had come from far away to simply watch the match and get a feel of who was going to win.

Feyre was sure that Ireland was going to take home the cup, refusing to believe that Bulgaria could snag their way in and retrieve the cup. They were too cocky and someone had to shut them down and she was sure that Ireland was going to do just that.

"Get your Quidditch World Cup programs here!" The voice of an announcer called over the intercoms.

Feyre looked around in awe as well as Elizabeth, neither had experienced a Quidditch game of this mass. It was huge.

"Blimey, Dad! How far up are we?" Elizabeth nudged Feyre's shoulder as she pointed up towards the Weasley's and a few others who stood above them.

"Well put it this way, if it rains... you'll be the first to know," Lucius looked up at the group of blood traitors and half breeds as he believed while Feyre's eyes locked with someone familiar.

Fred Weasley. He had been pulling for the Irish as well while he leaned against the railing, pushing through so that he could get a good look of the girl while Charlie looked as if he was smirking. Seemingly knowing something that the others didn't while Elizabeth tried not to grin.

Ron looked slightly annoyed while Draco began boasting, "Father, Feyre, and I are in the minister's box! By personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself!"

Everyone around them seemed to move on, Feyre moved but her gaze stayed locked on him. She wasn't sure why, but he hadn't torn his eyes away either. Both peered at each other as if it was the last look that they'd ever have. The last look they'd ever share.

The way the Irish paint littered his face, covering up his freckles and slightly tanned yet blush tainted skin. No doubt somehow injured from yet another one of the twins' pranks or items that they had begun creating in the secrets of their room. Feyre's eyebrows furrowed before she forced herself to look away, but she felt the burn of his gaze.

"Don't boast, Draco," Lucius jammed his cane back into his son as Elizabeth placed a hand on Feyre's shoulder while moving her along as Theodore scoffed, "There's no need with these people."

The way everyone went to turn and Feyre tried everything in her power not to look up, but she wanted just one more look. One more gaze at his face. She barely lifted her eyes as she caught sight of him again. Still staring down at her in all of his glory as his eyes filled with reminiscence.

"Do enjoy yourself, won't you? While you can," Lucius sneered as his cane dug into Harry Potter's hand which remained on the railing.

Feyre tore her gaze away as something burned within her. Wincing in pain as her grip on Elizabeth tightened while she forced on a sneer. Weakness was not something a Malfoy could show. And she would not be the weak link.