Veiled Alliances - A Draco Malfoy Love Story

𝟏𝟐 - 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 || 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

"Fucking hell," I mutter.

Cedric glances at me. We recently had a talk about me cutting back on the swears, but I hadn't really listened. It was my mouth. Why'd he care what came out of it? "You're serious?" Cedric asks, now looking at Harry who nods. "And Fleur and Krum...do they..?"

"Yeah," Harry nods again.

"Right. Hey, listen, about the badges, I've asked them to not wear them," Cedric says, and I shoot him a look of disbelief. We're supposed to be mad at Harry, so why is Cedric trying to smooth things over?

"Don't worry about it," he mumbles, already walking away.

I swat Cedric's chest. "What?" he laughs.

"Oh, Harry, I told them not to wear the badges," I mockingly jut out my lips. "What the hell?"

Cedric chuckles softly, his hands finding their way to my waist

"W-what's so funny?" I murmur as his hands travel to the small of my back, close to my ass.

"You're so adorable when you're mad like this," he mumbles as he pecks my lips. The kiss becomes longer and our bodies press together. I slightly part my lips, allowing for his tongue to slither into my mouth. As his lips trail along my jawline, I let out a soft moan, eliciting a smile from him. This reminds me of Draco. I feel like I'm kissing Draco.

"Later," he whispers, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead before pulling away. "We need a game plan for these dragons," he frowns.

I groan. "We have that bloody interview with Rita Skeeter today."

He smiles. "Oh, it'll be fun," he says as his hand slithers around my waist, making our way back to the courtyard.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

A horrendously colourful clothed woman stands in front of us, her presence overwhelming as she shakes each of our hands with exaggerated enthusiasm. "I'm Rita Skeeter, I write for the Daily Prophet. But of course, you know that don't you," she announces, her voice dripping with self-importance.

I glance at Cedric and I mouth but of course, you know that, to which he laughs quietly.

"It's you we don't know, you're the news. What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks?" she exclaims, reaching out to pinch Fleur's cheeks.

"What mysteries do the muscles mask?" She practically gropes Krum.

"Does courage lie beneath those curls?" She ruffles Cedric's hair, earning a grin from him and a glare from me.

"And what secrets do these blue eyes and pale skin hold?" she gestures towards both me and Harry, whom I shoot a scowl, which she seems to notice. "So, who's feeling up to sharing? Shall we start with the youngest? Lovely," she grabs Harry.

I sit in silence mostly as Cedric talks to Krum about what he thought to do about the dragon. The woman comes back, Harry with a grimace.

She smiles and practically skips over to me and grabs my wrist.

"What the hell, I know how to walk," I snap, withdrawing my arm as she scoffs and leads me towards a cupboard. A bloody cupboard.

"This is cosy," she nods with a smile.

"It's a fucking cupboard," I grimace.

"Then, you feel right at home," she smiles.

This bitch. I grind my teeth holding back anything I might say.

"So, Aurelia, here you sit at just twelve..."

"Fifteen," I correct.

"...about to compete against four students. I understand one of them being your boyfriend, and another your brother. Concerned?"