This is the first time I've written anything in a very long time and I've finally motivated myself to get going again. This is another Hermione/Fred fic and an idea that I had one day when reading a fic for something else entirely. Enjoy!

Hermione arrived at the Burrow in the ridiculous hours of the morning. The lopsided and shabby house looked welcoming and like home even in the half light of sunrise. Molly had ushered her inside and given her an enormous breakfast with the rest of the Weasley clan before she excused herself to go and find Harry and Ron, who she knew must have still been asleep to miss out on such an enormous meal.

She pushed the door to Ron's bedroom open and sure enough the two were asleep, Ron mumbling something about spiders whilst Harry tossed and turned something awful.

"Boys!" she whispered.

Neither boy stirred from his dreams.

"Harry!" She hissed and jabbed him in the side.

"I-wha-ahh!" Ron awoke and nearly fell out of bed at the sight of Hermione in the room.

"Get up, you're missing breakfast and we need to leave soon!"

Hermione left the room and managed to catch a couple of extra slices of toast and squeeze in between Fred and Ginny at the kitchen table. It was another twenty minutes before the boys were downstairs with their things.

"Time to go then!" Arthur Weasley announced cheerily from the top of the table.

"But Dad we haven't had breakfast yet!" Ron complained.

"If you'd gotten out of bed an hour and a half ago when you were supposed to then you would have had plenty of time for breakfast young man!" Molly told him angrily and Ron had the sense not to say another word about it before they left.

"Dad where are we going?" Ron asked as they set off from the Burrow.

"Haven't a clue!" Mr Weasley called back cheerfully.

"Well that's bloody useful!" Ron muttered, a little annoyed.

Hermione had no idea what to expect from the next twenty four hours or so. She'd watched Quidditch at Hogwarts plenty of times but really had no idea what to expect from the World Cup. Mr Weasley had managed to get tickets from the Ministry, enough for all of his children plus Harry and Hermione to go and it was all they had spoken about in their correspondence for the last month.

"Ah, here they are!" Mr Weasley shouted from in front of them as he gestured to a short, older man and his son who were up ahead of them after they'd been walking for about forty five minutes.

"That's Cedric Diggory!" Ginny hissed at her and the two girls began giggling furiously about the attractive Hufflepuff boy who was a couple of years older than them. Fred and George rolled their eyes

It wasn't until they reached the top of the huge hill they'd been climbing that their destination was in sight. An old boot had been placed at the summit and Hermione eyed it curiously, expecting them to have come across something far grander than a boot that looked more likely to have been in a rubbish heap than atop of the hill.

"Grab hold everyone!" Mr Weasley instructed them before he led the way and placed his hand on the boot, which Hermione now understood was a portkey, which then began to glow, signalling their departure.

Hermione managed to attach herself onto the boot moments before it departed and the group were thrown, twisting and turning, into the air and to their destination. She landed with a thud next to Ginny and found Fred helping her up as they began making their way to the campsite.

"Did you see that?" Ginny hissed at her.

"See what?"

"Cedric Diggory helped me up. He was holding my hand!" she giggled.

"Oh Ginny, aren't you just the luckiest girl alive?" Hermione laughed as she watched Ginny screw her face up.

"Shut up! You'd be saying exactly the same thing if it was you, he's just so-"

"-dreamy!" The Twins interrupted and laughed.

"Honestly Gin, we've heard you say it what three or-" Fred began.

"-four hundred times?" George finished and they ruffled her hair.

"I hate you two, you're so annoying!"

"Oh gee, we've never heard that one before!" George high fived his twin and ran off after Charlie to tell him all about Ginny's new crush.

Hermione was about to shout something after them but stopped when they came to the top of the hill and looked down onto the enormous campsite for the Quidditch World Cup. She stared in amazement at all of the tents, people and magic going on below her. It wasn't until Harry and Ron caught up with her that she realised she had stopped walking too.

"Pretty impressive isn't it?" Ron asked with a grin.

"I love magic!" she declared and started laughing as they ran to catch up with everyone else.

An hour and a half later they had managed to pitch the tent, which doubled as a large flat on the inside, and Mr Weasley was trying to gather them all so that they could leave. Hermione and Ginny had left their belongings in one of the bedrooms on a set of bunk beds and found Harry and Ron fighting over who had to take the bottom bunk. Harry was winning as he was stood on a hunched over Ron who was furiously trying to flip him from his back. The girls left them to it and waited for them with everyone else in the living room.

The walk to the stadium itself allowed them to leave the campsite and walk, in their thousands, through a large forest. When they finally made their way through they were greeted with bright white lights and the screaming of all of the fans who were already in the stadium.

"We need to go this way," Mr Weasley told them as he ushered them into a stairwell and pointed them upwards.

They climbed for what seemed like forever until the top was finally in sight. Hermione couldn't believe the whole event; it was so surreal and already so much better than any muggle event that she had been too, although the presence of magic probably allowed for anything to be far grander and more spectacular than any muggle event could even dream of.

"Do let us know if it starts to rain won't you?" A horribly familiar male voice called from below them.

Hermione looked down to see Lucius and Draco Malfoy a few floors below them staring back at them.

No one replied.

"Of course we have seats in the Minister's box, not really something you could dream of as a blood traitor like yourself, but how nice to see that you managed to take the pretender with you too." Lucius continued through gritted teeth as he gestured towards Hermione with his cane.

"Watch it Malfoy," Ron growled as he and Harry instinctively took a step in front of her and she was thankful that she was surrounded by all of her friends and they wouldn't let Malfoy get to her.

"Arthur, you might want to teach your children some manners, it'd just be awful if something should happen to any of them, wouldn't it?"

"Is that a threat Lucius?" Mr Weasley asked, a little annoyed.

"Why not at all! I'm merely concerned for the welfare of your family, do enjoy the match." He smirked at the entire Weasley family, all of whom were almost ready for a fight, and ushered Draco onwards to find their seats.

"Pricks." Fred and George muttered as they fell in behind Hermione and Ginny whilst Ron and Harry walked in front, she felt very much as if she was being guarded.

They finally reached the top of the stands and Hermione was left speechless. Below them were 100,000 people, all of whom were screaming and cheering as the Irish and Bulgarian teams made their way on to the pitch, with each team trying to outdo the other, earning enormous surges of cheers from the crowd.

"..and then when Krum was diving and he pulled up at the last second and everyone was going mental and then when he caught the snitch, bloody hell it was great!" Ron finished, a little out of breath as they arrived back at the tent.

"Thanks dear Ronniekins-"

"-for recapping the match in its entirety for us-"

"If only-"

"-we'd been there ourselves!" The twins laughed as they ruffled his hair and he chased after them into the tent to get them back.

They were still in full celebratory mode when they heard the first explosions and screams. At first they had thought that the Irish were partying a little too hard but when Mr Weasley returned from checking what the commotion was they knew it was something more serious.

"You all need to leave now, Death Eaters are roaming the camp and it's not safe. Bill, Charlie and Percy with me, the rest of you run into the forest and stay hidden! Fred, George, you're in charge of the girls, now go and stick together!" He finished as he grabbed his eldest sons and headed into the night with them to face whatever horror the Death Eaters were bringing with them.

The remaining Weasleys, Harry and Hermione all stared at each other until they made sense of the situation.

"What're we waiting for?" George asked as he headed for the door.

"Let's go!" Fred finished and began herding them out of the ten after his twin.

Hermione couldn't believe her eyes once they were out of the safety of the tent. Everything in front of them was being set on fire and the Death Eaters were far closer than they had first thought, perhaps a few hundred metres away from where their tent was. They were shooting curses in all directions and anyone who got in their way was suffering the consequences. She felt a tugging on her hand and Fred was there, trying to coax her away from the terror but she was too terrified to move.

"Hermione? Mione come on we need to go love!" he started to drag her and she found herself following.

Crowds of people were moving in all different directions, no idea which way would be the safest, and she could see they were headed towards the forest they had walked through to get to the stadium. They were nearly there when a wizard burst through them, splitting them up and leaving Hermione completely separated as she was pushed further and further away from where the others had headed. Fred's voice was ringing out as he called after her but it was no use, she couldn't get back to him. She tried to turn around but she was knocked to the ground with others trampling on her as they tried to flee. She could do nothing but curl into a ball and hope that she would be ok until the crowds passed. If she could do that then she could go and find the others afterwards.

She repeated that plan to herself a hundred times over, not even noticing that she had started to cry or that she was in a lot of pain from being stepped on. She didn't notice when two men with masks and hooded cloaks approached and by the time they had reached her it was too late to run.

"All alone girly?" one of them hissed as she tried to scramble away from them.

"There's nowhere to run now." The other told her menacingly.

She was beyond terrified now, her brain working in overdrive to try to think of an escape. The two Death Eaters were talking amongst themselves, they had recognised her from stories about Harry and she knew that this was only making things worse.

"Please just let me go, I'm not even a threat to you!" she tried pleading with them.

They laughed in response, "We know you're not a threat girly, more of a blessing in disguise. You're Potter's mudblood friend aren't you?" one of them demanded.

"Please, don't hurt me!" she cried.

Another Death Eater approached them, his mask was gone and she recognised him instantly as Lucius Malfoy.

"I can handle this one gentlemen. Why don't we send a message to Potter and his friends from the Dark Lord?"

Hermione felt her stomach drop as she realised that they were going to hurt her. She thought that if she had stalled enough then maybe someone else would find her and she'd be saved. She hadn't factored in another Death Eater, let alone Lucius Malfoy, and now she couldn't stop herself from crying. They began laughing at her and agreeing that Harry should be taught a lesson for getting in the way.

"Mr Malfoy please just let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone that I saw you, I'll tell them all that I was knocked out until everything passed, just please let me go!"

"Mudbloods are so pathetic, look at yourself! Sitting there crying for mercy, you don't deserve a place in the Wizarding World and I'm going to teach you a lesson as well as sending a message to Potter." He spat the words at her and she braced herself, trying to prepare for whatever horror they were going to bestow upon her.

She couldn't recall when they started to hit her with curses or what they all were and before she knew it she could feel herself losing consciousness. Her head was spinning and her eyes were closing with the blinding white pain. She knew that she was bleeding and the last thing that she saw was Lucius Malfoy's face laughing as he delivered another curse.

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