[after the match]
"There's no one like Krum!" Ron said excitedly.
"Krum?"
"Dumb Krum?" Fred and George teased.
"He's like a bird, the way he rides the wind. He's more than an athlete." Ron argued while Fred and George flapped around, still teasing him.
"Dumb Krum"
"He's an artist."
Harry and Draco gave each other a sly look and laughed.
"I think you're in love, Ron" Ginny said, joining the conversation.
"Shut up." Ron spat defensively.
"Viktor, I love you,"
"Viktor, I do" The twins sang, loving how defensive Ron got.
"When we're apart my heart beats only for you". Everyone joined in.
"Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on" Fred commented, suggesting the racket outside the tent.
"Stop! Stop it!" Mr. Weasley ran in, breaking apart George and Ron who were fighting. "It's not the Irish. We've got to get out of here. Now!"
They ran outside the tent to fire everywhere, screaming, and crowds of people running to get away.
"Get out! It's the Death Eaters!" someone shouted, not far away.
"Get back to the Portkey everyone! And stick together!" Mr. Weasley announced.
Draco grabbed Harry's hand and began to run through the crowd.
Everyone around them pushing against them caused their hands to break apart though, and Draco was swept in the crowd, together with Ron and Hermoine. Harry had been swept the opposite way, and no amount of pushing or shoving could let Harry get closer to his friends and boyfriend. He could hear their shouts and screams getting farther and farther.
Harry was running as fast as he could, trying to get closer to Draco's helpless cries, while avoiding the vast amount of Death Eaters and fire when he tripped, and was kicked in the head by someone running. He passed out, his surroundings slowly descending into darkness.
Draco was in tears. They had been looking for Harry for an hour now. Wat if the Death Eaters got him? Was that why his father had so randomly decided to come? To confirm that Harry Potter was at the World Cup?
Hermoine tried to comfort him, despite being worried herself, but every time she would try and put an arm around him, or say something along the lines of "I'm sure he's fine" he would shrug her off and walk faster to get away from her.
Harry slowly woke up to a flash of light in the sky. He looked up, and although his vision was slightly blurred, he made out a bright skull in the sky, a snake wrapping around it. He looked over and saw a figure, a man, staring at him. He quickly began walking, almost running, towards Harry. He started backing away, still on the ground as the man got closer.
Harry suddenly heard Draco, Hermoine and Ron calling him. The strange man stopped and ran as his friends' voices got closer.
As he stood up and stared in the direction of the strange man, Harry felt Draco's tall, slender figure run up behind him, wrapping his arms around him tightly. "Never do that again!" Draco almost screamed in Harry's ear. "Do you have any idea how worried I've been?!
"We've been looking for you for ages. Thought we'd lost you, mate." Ron breathed out while Harry hugged Draco back, still distracted, looking in the direction the man had gone.