"Come on, Draco, get up!"

The Malfoy heir groaned as he rose from his enormous bed in the middle of a room ubiquitously coated with green.

"Really? I mean, I've seen you move faster than that. You're a Seeker for crying out loud!"

"And you're annoying," Draco replied as he rubbed his eyes. "Merlin's beard, Blaise, what's all the fuss? It's a Saturday, isn't it?"

"Not just any Saturday, mate," Blaise said, getting up from the armchair he'd been sitting in for the past ten minutes and heading towards the black door with the gold nameplate that had "Draco Lucius Malfoy" in engraved letters. "Today is the day of the Quidditch World Cup!"

Draco sat up straight. "You're joking."

"Not nearly. Don't you remember?"

"Not nearly. I'm feeling a bit out of it right now."

"Coffee? Get dressed and come downstairs. I reckon if you hurry, you'll have enough time for a few sips before we leave."

"Is it really that late?" Draco asked, but Blaise had already gone. Draco showered and went to his closet. It was empty except for a suit (the kind Draco wears in the movie). Where were the rest of his clothes? He shrugged and just changed into the suit. He had to admit that it was pretty comfortable.

"Not bad, Malfoy," he said aloud as he glanced in the mirror and ran his hand through his hair.

He graced the steps with a light tread as he jogged down.

"What are you, a girl?" Blaise asked from the breakfast area, pouring himself a glass of pumpkin juice.

"No, I'm just clean," Draco retorted. "You, on the other hand, tsk, tsk, tsk. When was the last time you took a shower? I can smell you from here."

"Ha, ha. It may interest you to know that I took a shower last night and plan to take another one in the tent."

"No, it doesn't interest me at all."

"Sit down, boys," Narcissa said, rolling her eyes. She shoved a platter of pancakes in the middle of the two boys' empty plates. "Help yourself."

Lucius Malfoy strolled into the room, adjusting his robe. "We're to meet the Notts and the Puceys at the Portkey and when we arrive at our destination, we'll find the tent."

"Portkey?" Blaise said through a mouthful of pancakes.

"It's a bit like side-along Apparition, isn't it?" Draco recalled. "Only instead of holding onto another person, you hold onto an object."

"Exactly," Lucius replied, sitting down next to Draco.

"Aren't you clever, Drake?"

"I specifically remember asking you not to call me that, Blaisey," Draco answered, irritated.

"Ugh! That reminds me of when Pansy used to act like a pansy."

"Oh, how stressful those times were!"

"If I recall correctly," Narcissa said, "you were around ten then, hence, not the least bit stressed."

"Oh, but we were," Blaise said. "Pansy, Milicent, and the Greengrass sisters were always over here or at mine, screaming away about there pretty hair."

"Or lack thereof," Draco provided. The two boys burst into laughter.

"Is there something we should know about?" Lucius asked, his eyes carelessly skimming the Daily Prophet.

"Well," Blaise said, "we might have had something to do with their 'bald phase.'"

Narcissa raised her eyebrow.

"It was hilarious at the time-"

"-and now-" Draco put in.

"-and Theo and Adrian were there, too. Besides, I'm pretty sure it was all Theo's idea and doing. The rest of us just watched."

"No it wasn't, and no we didn't. It was your idea, and I'm pretty sure each of us shaved a girl's head that fateful day."

"And nobody noticed you how?" Narcissa said.

"We were all over at Blaise's, but his parents weren't home-"

"-because you'd eaten the last-"

"-that was Theo!"

"Why does it seem to me that everyone blames Theo?" Narcissa asked her husband who merely shrugged in reply.

"Anyway," Draco continued, "the girls were asleep-"

"-I wonder why," Narcissa muttered.

"You know what? That was four years ago. We don't need to explain ourselves."

"Yeah!" Blaise exclaimed. "Now let's go find ourselves a Portkey."

The two boys rose from their seats and rushed out the house.

"Teenagers," Lucius muttered.

"Male teenagers," Narcissa corrected.

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Draco, Blaise, and Lucius had met up with Theo, Adrian, and Theodore Nott Sr. at the Portkey which happened to be a...

"Why are why gathering around a ripped up farmer's hat with...are those crow droppings?"

"Merlin, Blaise!" Draco exclaimed. "It's the Portkey. What did you think it was going to be, a diamond necklace or something?"

Blaise had been thinking exactly that.

"One hand on the hat, everyone," Lucius said, and everyone grabbed the farming accessory.

3, 2, 1.

They all began to spin very quickly, and the next thing the knew, they were high in the air above an open field.

"Boys, let go!" Nott Sr. instructed.

The four fourth-years-to-be obeyed and instantly tumbled to the ground.

Thud.

"Ow," Draco groaned. "This hurts almost as bad as it did last year when I toppled from about nine stories."

They continued walking after the two adults had gracefully (of course) landed. Soon, they entered an area with hundreds of tents, booths, and other such things. Their tent was not far from the entrance to the area. Draco stepped inside and was at home. Literally. The inside of his tent was like an exact replica of the inside of Malfoy Manor. Well, not all of it. Just the kitchen, the breakfast area, living room, and three bedrooms (including Draco's) were there.

"Don't you just love magic?" Blaise asked as he passed Draco.

"Mr. Nott, Theo, and Adrian will be staying in the tent next to ours. We all have seats to see the match up in the Minister's box, and it is supposed to give us an excellent view of the playing field. Let's go over, and they'll meet us there."

"Playing field?" Blaise whispered to Draco as the three of them were on their way.

"The pitch," Draco replied in the same tone.

"Adults and their complicated words."

"How is 'playing field' complicated?"

"How far up are we?" Someone asked.

Blaise and Draco turned around to see Lucius replying to Ron Weasley, "Well, let's put it this way. If it rains, you'll be the first to know."

Potter and Granger stepped next to Weasley and his father.

Lucius nudged Draco in the ribs and he spoke, "Father, Blaise, and I are in the Minister's box by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself!"

When he stepped forward, Lucius blocked him with his cane and said, "Don't boast, Draco. There's no need with these people."

Potter and Granger turned to leave, but Lucius tapped Potter with his cane and said, "Do enjoy yourself...while you can."

As they left, Draco asked, "What was that all about?"

"Our plan to be rudely respectable."

Draco and Blaise turned to each other and confusedly mouthed, "Rudely respectable?"

They all took their seats up in the Minister's box only seconds before the Irish players swooped into the Quidditch pitch. They flew high up into the sky and burst into fireworks that formed the shape of a leprechaun that began to dance and wave. Suddenly, the creature exploded into red sparks and the Bulgarians came flying through.

"Feels like Christmas," Blaise said, nudging Draco.

"Tell me about it."

 One of the Bulgarian fliers sped ahead of his teammates and did a stunt involving hanging onto his broom with only one hand.

"That there," Adrian said, "is the best seeker in the world!"

"Viktor Krum," Draco breathed in awe.

A large moving picture of Krum appeared in one part of the stands and everyone chanted his name. Krum himself flew up and pumped his fist in the air.

The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, got up and said to the entire crowd, "As the Minister of Magic, it gives me great pleasure to welcome each and every one of you to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup. Let the match begin!"

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