Chapter 2
Davina’s POV:
We didn’t need a tent, but we got one anyway just in case. Once we got settled in, Dad started to question me.
“How do you like the group so far?”
“They’re nice.” I simply state.
“I need more than just ‘they’re nice’. What do you think about the girls?”
“Hermione is really smart. I think she might be smarter than me, and that’s saying something. And Ginny is definitely athletic. They’re both boy obsessed though.” I laugh.
Dad laughs. “And you’re not?”
“No.” I smile. “What makes you think I’m boy obsessed?” I laugh.
“So what about Cedric Diggory? What do you think of him?” He nudges me.
“He’s friendly. He told me a little bit about Hogwarts, and he was interested in Ilvermorny.” I said like it was no big deal.
“Oh so, he’s just friendly...Nothing else.”
“If I wanted to talk about boys, I’d go find Ginny and Hermione. No offense, but I’m not talking about boys to my dad.”
“Why not?!”
“Because it’s weird.” I laugh.
“Fine, but remember what I told you a few years ago?”
I stay quiet, trying to remember. I don’t, so I shake my head no.
“Never settle for someone, and never change yourself for anybody but yourself. Find somebody who will love you more than I do.”
“One: That’s probably impossible. It’s going to be hard to find somebody who loves me more than you do.” I let out a breathless laugh. “And two: Don’t get all sappy on me.”
“I’m a sappy person.” He says softly, as his eyes water.
“Daaaad!” I laugh. “You’re not seriously going to cry, are you?”
“No.” he mumbles, wiping his eyes. I laugh, and give him a hug. “I love you so much. Please don’t forget it.”
“I love you too.” Now it was my turn to hold my tears back.
I wasn’t used to this. This comfort, and love I get from my dad. I never talked to my mom ever, even when I was home from school. She always worked, and when she didn’t she was on my sisters ass for doing something small and stupid. The only time I ever talk to her is when I’m trying to get my sister out of being screamed at before it gets physical.
“Hello? Damien?” Ron said, coming into the tent.
“What’s up Ron?” Dad says, pulling away from the hug, but still holding me by his side.
“Harry, Hermione, and I were wondering if Davina wanted to go out, and looking around with us.” Ron said.
“Is that okay?” I ask dad.
“Yeah, sure. If you want we can meet at the stadium when the quidditch game starts.”
“Sounds good. Bye.” I kiss my dad on the cheek, and I walk out of the tent with Ron.
Hermione and Harry were already standing outside of the tent, ready to go. We walk around and talk for a bit. We bought food, and some cool things to wear, and wave around for the game.
“Who are you rooting for Davina?” Ron asked.
“Bulgaria.” I say. “The Irish are great, but Viktor Krum is an amazing seeker.”
“Agreed.” Ron and Harry say.
***
After a few hours, it’s time to get to the stadium. We have walked up so many flights of stairs, and we are about half way up to the top.
“Blimey dad! How far up are we?” Ron says loudly.
Before Arthur could answer, we were interrupted.
“Well put it this way. If it rains, you’ll be the first to know.” A man with long platinum blonde hair says.
Then a boy who looks around my age, with short platinum blonde hair walks up next to the man. I assume the boy is the man’s son, judging by the hair. The boy, and I make eye contact for a few seconds, before I break eye contact. He’s so attractive, oh my god.
“Father and I are in the minister’s box by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself!” The boy shouts to us.
“Don’t boast Draco.” His father scolds, as he hits his son in the stomach with his cane.
I flinch a little at the impact, and I think Harry noticed. He gave me a concerned look for a second before looking back at the two blondes.
“There you guys are! I’ve been looking for you.” Dad says.
“Mr. Grant, what are you doing up there? Aren’t you coming to the ministers box?” The man says.
“Mr. Malfoy, how good to see you. I was actually going to sit with this lot instead to have my daughter, Davina, meet some people before she attends school. I believe she’s in the same year as your son.” Dad says.
“Daughter?” Mr. Malfoy says, in a questioning manner.
Dad puts a hand on my shoulder, and introduces me. “Davina, this is Lucius Malfoy, and his son Draco. I work with Mr. Malfoy in the Ministry.”
I nod my head. I don’t really like this family. They seem cocky, and arrogant.
“Pleasure to meet you Davina.” Mr. Malfoy says in a fake monotone voice.
“You as well.” I say, putting a small smile on my face.
“Perhaps you and your daughter could come by the ministers box later. Davina and Draco could get to know each other. I’m sure Cornelius won’t mind another person, especially if it’s your lovely daughter.” Mr. Malfoy says in the same fake monotone voice.
“Of course. That would be great.” Dad says. I could tell he really didn’t want to, but I don’t think Mr. Malfoy caught on.
I take a quick glance at Draco to see that he’s already looking at me. He has a smirk on his face. I can tell that this family is important, so I try my very best to not roll my eyes as I look away from him. Our whole group starts to walk away, but Mr. Malfoy’s cane met with Harry’s hand on the railing.
“Oh and Mr. Potter. Do enjoy yourself...while you can.” Mr. Malfoy says cunningly.
What the hell is wrong with these people?! Arrogant, creepy, and, I don’t doubt, rich and powerful. I don’t really want to associate myself with these people, and I’m sure my dad would have it the same way, but he always said if you play nice with everyone, you will, most of the time, get your way in life.
Mr. Malfoy removes the cane, and walks away. My dad takes Harry, and I’s shoulders and leads us back to the path to our seats. Once we get there, dad pulls me away from everyone, and talks to me about the Malfoys.
“Davina, I work with the Malfoys, and I’m just as respectable as they are, and that means you are too. As respectable families, we have to associate and play nice with each other. The Malfoys are not the people I want to associate myself, and this family with, but I have to for work purposes. Unfortunately, we should go down to the ministers box later, and meet everybody there. I don’t know the Malfoys personally, so I don’t judge too much. Remember what I said about playing nice with everyone?”
“Yeah...”
“Please play nice. I saw your attitude towards Draco, even if you didn’t say anything.”
“He’s a spoiled, cocky prat. I don’t need to know him to know that.” I say plainly.
“You don’t have to be friends, just be nice.” He says.
I huffed slightly. “Fine.” I say.
We watched the quidditch game, and cheered on for our favorite out of the two teams, until it was about half way through the game. I said my goodbyes to the Weasley’s plus Harry, and Hermione, and dad and I went to the ministers box.
We arrived and we were greeted by a few people including the Malfoy’s. There were ’hello’s, and ’nice to meet you’s, and I tried to not be so awkward when meeting people.
After I met all the important adult figures, dad and I watched the game in silence, with the rest of the ministers box chatting away quietly. It was very awkward, and not fun. I liked it better with the Weasley’s. Even though I hate lying to my dad, I used the excuse of the bathroom to leave the ministers box for a few minutes and catch my breath. Quiet places with a large number of people, especially important people, make me feel really anxious.
I walk slowly in the empty walkways of the stadium. I had no idea where the bathroom was, so I just wandered around a bit.
“Do you even know where you’re going?” Someone asks me.
I turn around and see the blonde boy. “I don’t need to know. I just didn’t want to be in there.”
“Why not? It’s the ministers box. The best seats are in there.” He leans against the railing.
“It’s not fun when everybody’s quiet. Honestly I would much rather be in the seat I was in before.”
He chuckles. “You’d rather be up there,” He says pointing to the sky. “with those poor blood traitors, then be in there,” He says, pointing to the minister’s box. “with high class purebloods.”
“Yeah. At least they know what fun is.” I say.
He gives a ‘you got a point’ look at me. He then moves a bit closer to me, so we are not a few feet away from each other. “If you’re Mr. Grant’s daughter, why am I just meeting you now, and why do you have an American accent?”
“I think you just answered your first question with your second. You’re meeting me now because I lived in America.”
“Why though? If you’re his daughter why were you in America?”
“Why all the questions?”
“Why are you avoiding them?”
I let out a little breathless laugh. “I think you might be more paranoid than me.”
“I’m not paranoid?” He says defensively.
“You seem like it.” I laugh a little.
“I’m just trying to get to know the new girl.” He says coolly.
“Right. Usually when someone is trying to get to know another person they ask questions like ‘What’s your favorite color?’”
He pauses and then proceeds to talk. “What’s your favorite color?”
I scoff. “Charming.”
“Charming is my middle name.” He praises himself.
I nod, and form my lips into a line. Then I started walking back to the ministers box, I didn’t feel like talking to him anymore.
“You never answered.” Draco shouts from behind me.
I turn back around. “An emerald green. It’s my birthstone.” I state. I turn back around and to the ministers box, and Draco comes in a few minutes after I do.
***
The game is over and while walking back to the tent I run into Cedric. He and I talk, and Dad invites Amos and Cedric back to our tent to celebrate the Irish’s win. We were in the tent for only a few minutes before we heard screaming. Dad checked outside and said we needed to leave.
“Davina! I have to go help take care of this with Amos, and Arthur. Cedric is going to take you back to the manor. I will meet you there.” Dad says.
“Wait what’s happening?!”
“Death eaters are here, and they are taking muggleborns-” Before my dad could finish, the tents around us started lighting on fire, and we heard chanting in the distance.
“Cedric go now!” Dad shouts to Cedric.
Cedric takes my hand, and apparited away, and I’m now standing in the entrance of Grant Manor.
“No we have to go back!” I shout.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t bring you back.” Cedric says softly, touching the side of my arm.
“No! Bring me back! I can’t just leave my dad there!” I shout even louder.
“He’ll be fine. There’s a bunch of ministry officials, and aurors there, I doubt anything bad will happen.” He reassures me.
I don’t say anything, but I calm down just a bit. He did have a point.
“Come on. Let’s go inside.” He says, turning me around by my shoulders, and pushing me to the double door entrance of the mansion. He opens the door, and gently waddles me inside.
I laugh slightly, and when I get into the house I see Leighla running down the stairs, full speed until she looks up and sees Cedric.
“Bringing boys home already Davina? Where’s dad?” Leighla asked.
I let out a breathless laugh. “Dad will be back soon, and you should be in bed, it’s late.”
“I wanted to wait for you to come home.” She comes up to me, and hugs me. “So are you going to introduce me to your friend?”
“Leighla this is Cedric, Cedric this is Leighla, my younger sister.” I say.
Cedric moves next to me, instead of behind me, and shakes Leighla’s hand. “Nice to meet you.” He smiles.
“Nice to meet you as well.” She says, sweetly.
“Alright. Time to go to bed.” I say, very motherly like.
“Are you going to bed?” She asks.
“Yes in a few minutes.”
“Okay then. I’ll see you in the morning.” She gives me one last hug.
“I’ll see you in the morning.” I say, before kissing her on the top of her head.
She runs up the stairs, and I lead Cedric to the large living room to sit and talk while waiting for our dads.
“Your sister seems nice.” Cedric says, breaking the silence.
“She’s quiet and sweet at first, but once she gets comfortable, she can be a troublemaker.” I smile.
“Is that what you’re like?”
“I wouldn’t say I’m a troublemaker, but a trouble stopper…If that makes sense.” I laugh.
“A trouble stopper?” He laughs.
“My sister is the one to make trouble, and I’m the one who will get into trouble with her, to get her out of it...even if I don’t make it out with her.”
“So you’re a protector.” He states.
“Yeah, I guess I am.” I smile, slightly to myself.
Cedric and I talk a lot more waiting for our dads to show up, but they don’t. We got to know each other so much in the past hour or two of waiting. Cedric and I were sitting on the same couch, and we both became very tired, after a long while of waiting. We both dozed off, with both of our eyes shut. I got comfortable on one side of the couch, and Cedric with the other side, and we both fell asleep there.
