Quidditch World Cup

The campsite had descended into chaos. Explosions and green flashes lit up the night as masked attackers moved through the crowd. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were away from the main campsite when Ron suddenly tripped over a tree root.

Ron:"I tripped!"

Ron got back up, annoyed. Then a mocking voice came from behind them.

Draco:"With feet like yours, I'm not surprised."

They turned and saw Draco Malfoy leaning against a tree, arms crossed.

Ron:"You..."

Ron muttered an insult.

Draco:"Watch your language, Weasley. You'd better hurry, though. You wouldn't want them to find her."

He pointed toward Hermione. Suddenly, a huge explosion shook the campsite. A green flash illuminated the trees.

Hermione:"What are you talking about?"

Draco:"They're targeting Muggles, Granger. Unless you want to become their next victim, you should move."

Harry:"Hermione's a witch!"

Draco smiled coldly.

Draco:"If you think they'll care about that, Potter, then stay right here."

Draco:"Just don't complain when they mistake her for a Muggle-born."

Ron:"Don't call her that!"

Ron stepped toward Draco, but Hermione grabbed his arm.

Hermione:"Leave it, Ron."

Another enormous explosion echoed through the trees. Several people screamed. Draco quietly laughed.

Draco:"Scared already?"

Draco:"I suppose your father told you to hide. What's he doing out there? Trying to protect the Muggles?"

Harry:"Where are your parents, Malfoy? Out there with the masked people?"

Draco turned toward Harry, still wearing that smug smile.

Draco:"If they were, Potter, why would I tell you?"