Malfoy gave him a playful death glare and Harry laughed, glancing down at the ground.
They walked only a few steps to the other side of the hill they had landed on and there it was.
The Quidditch World Cup. The actual match wouldn't start for ages, but there were stands, games, and lots of tents!
They made their way through the crowd and separated from Amos and Cedric so they could get settled into their tent. Harry, Draco, Hermoine, and the Weasleys did the same. From the outside, their tent looked tiny, and as if it would only fit 1 person and their luggage. But when you went inside it was huge! There was a kitchen, dining room, sitting room, and multiple bedrooms.
Draco laughed at the shock, wonder and awe on Harry's face. "Never seen a tent before, Potter?" he teased. "This isn't even half the size of the biggest tent u can get."
Harry was absolutely gobsmacked.
"I usually come with my father, and he gets the biggest tent you can buy" He made his way over to Harry, put his hands on his waist and stared into his eyes "But this is far, far better"
Harry blushed as Draco leaned down to kiss him.
"Bloody Hell, mate!" said Ron, who had been standing there the whole time, unknown to neither Harry nor Draco.
Draco rolled his eyes and walked off while Harry stood there blushing.
"Bloody Hell, Harry!" Ron exclaimed, walking to stand in front of him, offering him some of the crisps he was eating. "You're as red as a tomato!"
[later]
They made their way to their seats in the stadium, anxious to see the Quidditch match.
"Blimey Dad! How far up are we?!" Ron asked Mr. Weasley in awe.
But before Mr. Weasley could even begin to answer, someone else did it for him.
"We'll put it this way, if it rains, you'll be the first to know." Said the smug face of Lucius Malfoy.
"Oh no!" Draco exclaimed, grabbing Harry's hand and running farther up the stairs.
"He can't see me! He wasn't supposed to come this year. And I've no excuse for why I'm here. Especially with you!" Draco was completely spiralling at this point. But not because his father is homophobic as he had told Harry, but because he knew his father was a Death Eater, and if he found out about Harry and Draco being together, he would tell the Dark Lord and no doubt he would want to use Draco to get to Harry. He could never forgive himself if he was responsible for Harry getting hurt...or worse.
Harry tried his best to calm Draco down. And he mostly did, especially when Harry brought him up to their seats at the very top of the stadium, and the farthest away from Lucius Malfoy.
The rest of the group soon joined them. The Irish team flew in first, closely followed by the Bulgarians. The Weasleys knew every player on both teams, but they really went crazy when Viktor Krum swooped in. Everyone did. Krum was the best seeker in the world!
He flew around, making a spectacle of himself as the crowd cheered for a minute or two before the Minister of Magic made a quick speech and the match began.
Krum caught the snitch, but Ireland won regardless.
A/N Again, this is really random, but I've noticed people have stopped reading after this chapter. I'd love some feedback on why you're not reading further and how I can make my story better