NIGHT FELL over the campsite and this is when the real excitement grew. The match was about to begin. Bulgaria v Ireland — the Quidditch World Cup Final. The Weasleys coming from an Irish decent were naturally supporting the Irish. Zola didn't have a desired team, she just enjoyed the thrill of the game. But to satisfy her best friends, she choose to band her face with the Irish flag, but not nearly as bold and dramatic as the twins had done.

The Weasley party trekked up thousands of stairs and they still hadn't got to their seats yet. "Blimey, Dad. How far up are we?" Ron had asked Arthur.

"Well, put it this way," A voice called up to them from the tier below them. Zola immediately recognised it as her uncle's so hid behind George so the Malfoys and Montgomerys wouldn't see her. "If it rains, you'll be the first to know."

"We're in the Minister's box!" Draco spoke smugly as he walked alongside Zion, behind both of their fathers.

"By personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself!" Zion continued, smugly smirking up to the ginger family.

Lucius jabbed the end of cane into Draco's front while Sylvester whacked the side of Zion's head. "Don't boast, boys," Lucius scolded hi son and nephew. "There's no need with these people."

Harry scowled down the past and present Slytherins and began to usher his friends away from the barrier until Lucius hooked the handle of his cane onto the top of Harry's foot. "Do enjoy yourself, won't you? While you can."

He let Harry go with a smug smile and the group was off.

"That was your uncle?" Cedric had asked Zola, who nodded gravely. "Don't take offence to this, but he's a rather horrid person."

Zola chuckled. "Tell me about it."

"COME ON up! Take your seat. I told you these seats would be worth waiting for!" Arthur exclaimed as everyone crawled under one of the many stage lights to get to their allocated seats.

Zola was sat between Cedric and Fred, everyone was buzzing with excitement. Right over their heads, the Irish teams flew over them, a green and white cloud trailing behind them as they zoomed around the stadium, hyping up the crowd further. "It's the Irish! There's Troy!" George gushed. "And Mullet! And Moran!" Fred continued. The Irish team flew up to the top of the stadium and let off a series of fireworks that created an animated leprechaun that began dancing the Irish jig. Half of the crowd began to cheer 'Ireland!' over and over again.

"Here come the Bulgarians!" Ron exclaimed, pointing up the red and black team that burst through Ireland's fireworks, destroying the leprechaun with a bang.

The Seeker, Viktor Krum, led his team, performing tricks on his broom while he flew around the stadium.

"Who's that?" Ginny asked, in awe at his skill.

"That, sis, is the best Seeker in the world!" George pointed, with a massive grin.

Zola grinned, the wind blowing her dark hair out from her face. "I thought you were Irish fans!" She accused, jokingly.

"Oh, shove off, Z," Fred laughed. "How can you say such a thing when Krum's on the field!"

THE MATCH had just finished. Irish had won 170-160, even with Krum catching the snitch. The Weasley party was heading back to their tent while the Diggorys went off to theirs. But Cedric had caught Zola's arm before they parted ways.

"You alright, Cedric?" Zola asked.

Cedric smiled, his cheeks reddening thanks to the warm atmosphere that surrounded them. "Do you wanna go for a walk? With me? Get to know each other before school starts?"

Zola smiled, looking back to the Weasleys who had already began filing into their tent, not noticing that Zola hadn't entered, all but Arthur who had waited for her to come inside. "Arthur, is it ok if me and Cedric go for a walk?"

Arthur looked between the two Hogwarts students. "Of course, Zola. Stay clear from the posh parts of the campsite or else you'll run with your family. Cedric, bring her back in an hour and half. Can't be late for dinner."

Cedric nodded with a grin. "Of course, Mr Weasley."

The Hufflepuff held his arm out for the Slytherin girl to link her arm through his. Cedric guided them both away from the loud and busy campers and moved towards where they first arrived. At the top of the hill where the portkey boot was located. The two sat on the green grass, looking on at the dark, starry sky and bustling campsite.

"I've actually been wanting to talked to you for a while, but I could never find the right time," Cedric admitted.

Zola's eyes widened. "Really? We've been going to the same school for 6 years now!" She laughed gently.

Cedric chuckled. "I know. Troy always said you were lovely."

"You're friends with Troy?" The raven-haired girl questioned, but almost immediately realised how silly of a question it was. "Of course, you are! You're both 6th year Hufflepuff boys with the same classes. Of course, you're friends," She mainly spoke to herself.

The brunette boy grinned, his red cheeks burning more. "You know my schedule, do you?"

Zola blushed deeply, the dim light provided by the distant camp hiding most of it. "Only because Troy tells me," she spoke, her voice not confident as it usually was. "Anyway, Captain Diggory, are you prepared to get destroyed on the Quidditch field this year?" She smiled, innocently.

Cedric pushed her shoulder with a hearty laugh. "Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that, Captain Montgomery," he smugly smiled, emphasising her title to show his praise for her new position in her team. "You know, you're a lot nicer than Fred and George said you'd be."

Zola chuckled. "You've asking about me?" She asked with a cheeky smile, knowing that the Hufflepuff boy didn't talk to the Weasley twins unless it was for work — and it was rare if anyone asked them for academic help.

If it possible, Cedric's cheeks burned more as he realised what he had said. "Uh, I suppose I have," he chuckled nervously, averting his gaze to the ground before turning to gaze at Zola's smile, causing one to grow on his face too.