You are a Weasley, Ron's Twin sister. You've always had a crush on Draco, despite the fact that the Malfoy's and Weasley's hate one another.

You and your family went to the Quidditch World Cup, your family isn't the riches so you had to save a lot for it. You got seats at the very top, TOP row. You were walking up the stairs. That's when Draco and his father, Lucius Malfoy spotted you and your family. They were walking couple rows below you. A scoff left both of their lips. The looked up at you and your family.

“Well, if it rains. . . you'll be the first to know.” Lucius said, a sneer plastered on his face. Which caused Draco to laugh.

“My Father and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself!” Draco shouted, his voice filled with pride and arrogance. A sly smile on his lips, as he looked up at you and your family

“Don't boast, Draco! There's no need with these people.” Lucius responded at Draco, shoving his cane right into his stomach. To which Dracos smile immediately fell, his hand going up to the pain in his stomach. Though, he didn't show the pain on his face, he wasn't usually allowed to.

Lucius started to continue walking, Draco stood there a minute gently rubbing the fabric of his suit where his stomach was.