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CHAPTER SIX: (gimme! gimme! gimme!) . . . a veela after midnight


          AS THE TIME draws near for the World Cup, the Weasleys and Aurelia's family start making their way to the stadium. Aurelia bounces on the heels of her feet as she walks beside Delphi, behind them, a girl with a German accent speaks up "Your hair, it is very pretty!"


            Aurelia looks over her shoulder, brown eyes landing on a very pretty girl — possibly a Veela or part Veela — the pretty girl's got olive-toned skin and heavily-lidded eyes, she's tall and radiates this weird feeling of power. There's a smirk on the girl's wine-coloured lips that makes her look as sly as a fox.


            "Are — are you talk — talking about — about me?" Aurelia stammers, pointing at herself.


            The girl giggles "Yeah, I'm talking about you. You're the prettiest girl, I've seen all day."


            Aurelia laughs loudly, trying to hide her blushing face in the neck of her yellow bomber jacket "Thank you."


            The girl laughs as well "You are very velcome . . . I'm Adelle Gris, technically Griswold, but I prefer Gris because it sounds cooler. Who are you?"


            "I'm Aurelia Black, are you from Durmstrang?"


            "Yep, are you from Hogwarts?"




            Adelle smirks "Tell me, are all the girls from there this beautiful?"


            Aurelia turns bright red. Adelle's flirting with her? Aurelia's rather certain she is. Adelle's called her pretty twice in under five minutes. That's definitely flirting! Sweet Merlin! A pretty girl is actually flirting with me!


            "That's what Hogwarts is known for. Well, that and imminent danger." Aurelia says, giving Adelle a teasing smile.


            Adelle picks up her pace so she can walk beside Aurelia "I've heard that they put their students into weird little houses. Why would they make so many houses for their schudents?"


            Aurelia laughs "Oh! No, no! It's not like you think, there's only four houses! They use a hat to sort us into them . . . The hat also sings."


            Adelle looks enthralled with every word that Aurelia's saying, she bites her lip and lets out a little giggle, brushing her shoulder against Aurelia's lightly. Aurelia can feel Delphi's eyes burning into the back of her neck, watching her shameless flirt with a stranger. Aurelia thinks Delphi shouldn't blame her because Adelle's far too pretty not to flirt with especially since Adelle started the flirting.


            "And what house are you in?" Adelle asks sweetly.


            "Hufflepuff!" Aurelia replies with pride.


            Something flashes in Adelle's eyes but then she giggles: "Hufflepuff makes me vink of a marshmallow!"


            Aurelia giggles, staring at Adelle intently.


            "Soft and squash-able! Pathetic!" A raspy woman's voice spits faintly.


            But before Aurelia can look around for the voice that she recognises somewhat, Adelle asks: "Vat team are 'ou rooting for?"


            "Oh! I'm not really sure, I'm mostly here just to watch the game! Are you rooting for any team in particular?"


            "Bulgaria, of course!" Adelle replies, flashing a Bulgarian flag pin on her navy, blue cloak.


            "Ooh, my cousin's supporting them! He's definitely rooting for Krum, I think Krum's cool, he's an amazing seeker."


            "Yep, he's great!" Adelle agrees, "Well, Aurelia Black, I must go now, I have to go find my friends, we got separated. May we meet again, pretty girl!"


            Aurelia smiles, blushing. They probably won't but she hopes they do because Adelle seems to be so lovely.


            "Bye, Adelle, it was wonderful meeting you."


            "Likewise." Adelle says, placing a polite kiss on her cheek.


            "Wow." Aurelia mumbles breathlessly as she watches Adelle jog off to find her friends.


            Once Adelle's out of hearing range, Delphi clears her throat and asks: "What was that about?"


            Aurelia turns to look at her mum "What do you mean?" sh asks, playing dumb but Delphi wasn't falling for it.


            "That girl was flirting with you and you were flirting with her!" Delphi says, Aurelia wasn't sure but she swears she hears a hint of pride in Delphi's voice.


            Aurelia blushes and shrugs her shoulders "I mean, yeah, I guess."


            "What do you mean, you guess?" Delphi says and nudges Aurelia's shoulder with a playful smile, "That girl was totally totally flirting with you, my darling star, she definitely thinks you're cute!"


            "You really think so, mum?"


            "I know so, my darling star."


            Aurelia blushes harder and touches her scars, wondering if it's really possible for people to find her cute despite of them.


            "You act so surprised, Blue, when you have more admirers than Harry." Ron says teasingly from behind them, at this George and Ellie laugh.


            "I most certainly do not!"


            Ron starts to name people off the top of his head, starting with his siblings.


            "Hey!" Fred says, blushing and not appreciating being called out whereas Ginny looks proud of herself.


            "Just except it, Freddie, it's true. But can they really blame us, Blue is fine as fuck." Ginny says, smugly.


            Fred gives Ginny a bewildered look, partly because of her ability to openly admit to having a crush on someone to their face but mostly her bold use of language when their dad is hardly a foot away.


            Delphi slings her arm around Aurelia's shoulder and pulls her close, kissing her forehead "Of course, she's fine! She's my baby!"




            "PRIME SEATS!" THE Ministry witch had said, "Straight to the top!" She had said.


            "Holy mother of fucking tits!" Aurelia had said because there's so many god damn fucking stairs.


            Now, let's get this straight, Aurelia's not lazy, it should just be illegal to have this many stairs. Could they not have charmed the stairs to move like those Muggle Escalator things? Aurelia turns to the closest Weasley who happens to be, Percy. "Percy, please —"


            "No." Percy says flatly not even daring to look at her and from beside him, Pollux laughs at the rejected look on Aurelia's face.


            Aurelia turns to Bill with her puppy dog eyes.


            "Fine, hop on." Bill sighs, giving in without much of a fight.


            "Don't mind if I do!" Aurelia says with a grin, jumping on Bill's back.


            "Thanks, Willy Billy, I owe you one!"


            "Please, never call me that again and we'll be even, Blue."


            When they finally reach the Top Box, she jumps down from Bill's back and thanks him profusely. She goes to open her satchel to give him some money but he stops her.


            "No," He laughs with a shake of his head "That'd be like me carrying Ginny all the way up here and expecting money from her."


            They file into the first row of purple chairs. Aurelia sits in between Fred and George, Ellie sits on George's other side. The three boys start to talk about the impending Quidditch match.


            "Dobby." Harry questions suddenly and Aurelia turns in her seat to look around the Top Box, curious to see if her uncle's old House-Elf is there.


            "Did sir just call me, Dobby?" A high-pitched voice squeaks out, it's clearly not Dobby.


            "Sorry, I just thought you were someone I knew." Harry apologises.


            "But, I knows Dobby too, sir! My name is Winky, sir — and you, sir — You is surely Harry Potter!"


            "Yeah, I am." Harry replies.


            "But Dobby talks of you all the time, sir!" Winky tells him.


            "How is he? How's freedom suiting him?" Harry asks.


            "Ah, sir, meaning no disrespect, sir, but I is not sure you did Dobby a favour, sir, when you is setting him free." Winky squeaks mournfully.


            Aurelia scoffs, Harry had done Dobby a huge favour freeing him from the Malfoys. He wasn't treated well there, the Malfoys never treated any of their House-Elves well.


            "Why? What's wrong with him?" Harry asks, looking taken back.


            "Freedom is going to Dobby's head, sir," Winky says sadly, "Ideas above his station, sir. Can't get another position, sir."


            "Why not?"


            Winky lowers her voice by a half-octave and whispers, "He is wanting paying for his work, sir."


            "Paying?" Harry says blankly, "Well — why shouldn't he be paid?"


            Winky looks quite horrified at the idea and closes her fingers slightly so that her face is half-hidden again.


            "House-Elves is not paid, sir!" She says in a muffled squeak, "No, no, no. I says to Dobby, I says, go find yourself a nice family and settle down, Dobby. He is getting up to all sorts of high jinks, sir, what is unbecoming to a house-elf. You goes racketing around like this, Dobby, I says, and next thing I hear you's up in front of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, like some common goblin."


            "Well, it's about time he had a bit of fun." Harry says and Aurelia inwardly cringes as Winky becomes even more horrified.

            "House-elves is not supposed to have fun, Harry Potter," says Winky firmly, "House-elves does what they is told. I is not liking heights at all, Harry Potter" — she glances toward the edge of the box and gulps — "But my master sends me to the Top Box and I comes, sir."


            "Why's he sent you up here, if he knows you don't like heights?" Harry asks, frowning.


            "Master — master wants me to save him a seat, Harry Potter. He is very busy," Winky says as she tilts her head toward the empty space beside her. "Winky is wishing she is back in master's tent, Harry Potter, but Winky does what she is told. Winky is a good House-Elf."


            Aurelia glances at it and for some reasons she's got a feeling that Winky is lying. Obviously, whoever her master is, they're a person of high status since they're seated in the top box and they wouldn't need to save a seat. All they would have to do is stand in front of the seat and the person occupying the seat would scatter.


            "Aye, of course, you're a good House-Elf, it's your 'master' that's the dick." Aurelia says dryly and Winky turns her attention on Aurelia, giving her a look that's crossed between horrified and infuriated.


            Winky stares at her, wide eyes narrowing as she stares at Aurelia "I knows you, miss, you is the weapon."


            Aurelia's heart plummets into her stomach, every sound around her becomes fuzzy. How did this random House-Elf know that, she grips the back of the seat as she glares at Winky "Shut up, that's an order." she hisses then turns back around.


            Harry follows her lead, luckily he doesn't dwell on what Winky had said, perhaps he didn't understand or find it weird what she had said or perhaps Ron speaking had distracted him.


            "So that's a House-Elf?" Ron mutters, "Weird things, aren't they?"


            "Dobby was weirder," Harry says fervently and Aurelia nods in agreement.


            Ron pulls out his Omnioculars and starts testing them, staring down into the crowd on the other side of the stadium. "Wild!" He says, twiddling the replay knob on the side, "I can make that old bloke down there pick his nose again . . . And again . . . And again . . ."


            Hermione, meanwhile, skims eagerly through her velvet-covered, tasseled program "'A display from the team mascots will precede the match.'" she reads aloud.


            "Oh that's always worth watching," Arthur says, "National teams bring creatures from their native land, you know, to put on a bit of a show."


            The box fills gradually around them over the next half hour, Arthur keeps shaking hands with people who are obviously very important wizards. Percy jumps to his feet every so often that he looked as though he's trying to sit on a hedgehog. When Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic himself, arrives, Percy had bowed so low that his glasses fell off and shattered and Pollux laughs heartily at this but nevertheless helps Percy fix his glasses with his wand. Highly embarrassed, Percy thereafter remains in his seat, throwing jealous looks at Harry, whom Cornelius Fudge had greeted like an old friend. Pollux tries his best to give Percy a pep-talk, which is the nicest thing Aurelia has seen him do in long time even he's not good at giving pep-talks.


            Fudge shakes Harry's hand in a fatherly fashion, asking how he is, and introduces him to the wizards on either side of him.

            "Harry Potter, you know," Fudge tells the Bulgarian minister loudly, who was wearing splendid robes of black velvet trimmed with gold and doesn't seem to understand a word of English. "Harry Potter . . . Oh come on now, you know who he is . . . The boy who survived You-Know-Who . . . You do know who he is —"


            The Bulgarian wizard suddenly spots Harry's scar and starts gabbling loudly and excitedly, pointing at it.


            "Knew we'd get there in the end," Fudge says wearily to Harry, "I'm no great shakes at languages; I need Barty Crouch for this sort of thing. Ah, I see his house-elf's saving him a seat. . . . Good job too, these Bulgarian blighters have been trying to cadge all the best places . . . Ah, and here's Lucius!"


            "Oh, boy, here we go, someone's going to get punched." Aurelia mutters and Ron, who is sitting directly in front of her, laughs at this. Edging along the second row to three still-empty seats right behind Arthur, is Aurelia's aunt, uncle, and cousin — Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco Malfoy.


            Draco Malfoy spots her, and much to her surprise, he smiles "Lia, glad to —"


            Lucius places a hand on Draco's shoulder and he falls silent " . . . Or our son, Draco."


            "How do you do? How do you do?" Fudge asks, smiling and bowing to Narcissa and Draco.


            Aurelia glances at her family on her mama's side, her aunt and uncle give her small smiles while Fudge looks around the top box for people to introduce, Draco smiles at her and waves, she waves back.


            " . . . And let's see who else — you know Arthur Weasley, I daresay?" Fudge asks her uncle.


            Aurelia sighs and closes her eyes, someone's about to go through the top box window, Aurelia thinks, I'd put money on dad being the one to go. There's a very tense moment as Lucius stares down Arthur, both men are probably imagining throttling the other as they stare at each other.


            "Good lord, Arthur. What did you have to sell to get seats in the top box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?" Lucius says softly.


            Aurelia groans, internally rooting for Arthur to punch her uncle in the face. Cornelius Fudge babbles on, ignorant to what Lucius had just said "Lucius has just given a very generous contribution to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He's here as my guest."


            "How — how nice," Arthur says with a very strained smile.


            "How very." Aurelia mutters sarcastically.


            The Malfoys take their seats, Draco gives Harry, Ron, and Hermione one last contemptuous look, then settles himself between his mother and father.


            "Slimy gits," Ron mutters as he, Harry, and Hermione turn to face the field again. Although, they've always been very kind to her, Aurelia can agree with that.


            The next moment, Bagman charges into the box, exclaiming: "Everyone ready? Minister — ready to go?"


            "Ready when you are, Ludo," Fudge replies.


            Bagman places his wand at his throat and Aurelia cringes when she realises that forgot to bring earplugs. A wrapper hits the back of her head, she turns around to see Draco mouthing: "Forgot something, dumbass? Catch."


            "Thank you." She mouths back as she catches the earplugs that he throws at her, and she manages to put them in just as Bagman casts a spell on himself, to begin announcing the start of the match.


            Bagman sounding as though he's using an extra loud megaphone, announces: "Ladies and gentlemen . . . Welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup! And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce . . . The Bulgarian National Team Mascots!"


            "I wonder what they've brought," Arthur wonders, leaning forward in his seat, "Aaah! Veela!"


            Aurelia looks down at the field as a hundred or so Veela came out. "Holy shit!" Aurelia mumbles in awe, she never really knew just how beautiful Veela are. They start to dance Aurelia quickly looks away knowing just what will happen if she continues to gawk at them. She'll do something stupid, that's what.


            "And now, kindly put your wands in the air . . . For the Irish National Team Mascots!" Ludo roars.


            A green and gold comet flies over the stadium and maybe if the Irish had gone first, Aurelia might've found it more entertaining but she finds herself drawn back over to the Veela. Aurelia can feel Delphi's burning gaze on the back of her neck and she knows she's going to be in an earful of teasing from her mum later but she doesn't look away until she hears Bagman scream "They're off!"


            And then the game begins.


            "Fingers in your ears!" Arthur bellows as the Veelas start to dance again although Aurelia's already got earplugs in, she clamps her hands over her ears for good measure.


            "Dimitrov! Levski! Dimitrov! Ivanova — oh, I say!" Bagman roars.


            The crowd gasps as the two Seekers, Krum and Lynch, plummet through the center of the Chasers, so fast that it looks as though they had just jumped from aeroplanes without parachutes.


            "They're going to crash!" Hermione screams.


            Only one does, Viktor Krum pulls up at the last second leaving Aidan Lynch to crash into the ground with a dull thud.

            "Fool!" Arthur moans, "Krum was feinting!"


            "It's time-out!" yells Bagman's voice, "as trained mediwizards hurry onto the field to examine Aidan Lynch!"


            "He'll be okay, he only got ploughed!" Charlie says reassuringly to Ginny, who hangs over the side of the box, looking horror-struck. "Which is what Krum was after, of course. . . ."



            It doesn't take long for Lynch to be healed and he's back up in the air in no time. The game resumes much more brutal than before. Then finally the most exciting moment of the night, Lynch spots the Snitch and dives for it.


            "He's seen the Snitch!" Harry shouts.


            "They're going to crash!" Hermione shrieks as Lynch dives towards the ground, Krum hot on his tail.


            "They're not!" Ron roars.


            "Lynch is!" Aurelia and Harry shout and they're right, yet again, Lynch crashes into the ground and then he's immediately trampled by a herd of very angry Veela.


            "Where's the Snitch?!" Charlie bellows.


            "Krum's got it — it's all over!" Harry shouts and indeed, Krum's got the Snitch but his team didn't win.


            "IRELAND WINS!" Bagman shouts excitedly, "KRUM GETS THE SNITCH -a BUT IRELAND WINS — good lord, I don't think any of us were expecting that!"


            Fred and George jump out of their seat, screaming in victory. They won their bet, Aurelia realises, and that shady bitch better pay them back! Elliot jumps up, hugging George and kissing him deeply. Fred picks up Aurelia and swings her around, gleefully shouting: "We won! We won! We won!"





Both Fred and Ginny are completely and utterly whipped for Blue and you better believe they tease each other about it relentlessly when Blue isn't around, thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed the chapter please let me know what you thought of it!!

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