There's an unexpected twist to this story when Edward and the other Cullens take Bella to a truly spectacular event in the middle of England's countryside. Some might call it a spoof, but I call it true LOVE.
5. Dirty Blood
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Draco looked a bit disturbed and he backed up a step, then he suddenly gained quite a bit of confidence --for a person being cornered by four vampires, but then again, he might not KNOW they were vampires--- and stepped forward again.
"What, is this some Muggle protection committee? I don't see why YOU want to keep their dirty blood from being spilt." He sneered, standing his ground.
Edward walked swiftly up to him, and bent down so he was inches from Draco's face. I had never seen him this livid.
"I don't understand why YOU are so opposed to my Bella's blood, because I enjoy the scent quite a lot, and I can bet you that I would be more likely to know if anyone has dirty blood or not better than you would."
The vampires flashed malicious smiles at him, but Draco's face didn't change from his disgusted look.
Alice took a gliding stride forward and informed him over Edward's shoulder, " I would recommend you apologize now, because I see you getting thrown over the wall in many various ways, and I doubt you would survive the fall."
I tugged Edward back, and, snarling threateningly, he wrapped his arm around my waist.
"What, you think you can MAKE me apologize? Right." He snorted with no trace of humor in his voice and Jasper let out a menacing growl, but Emmett held him back.
"Yes, I could, but I won't." Alice replied matter-of-factly.
"You mean, but you can't."
Alice reached to the seat nearest her, and ripped the metal bar that held it to the ground, out of the bottom. Without breaking eye contact with the now scared boy, she twisted the metal into a circle, then flattened it to dust in her hands. She threw the steel dust on the ground in front of him.
He now looked terrified.
"Yes. I can." She turned and danced gracefully back to Jasper, and grabbed his hand.
"Just leave it," I muttered, but Emmett stepped forward grandly.
"I don't THINK so," his voice boomed, " I don't believe I'VE had the chance to threaten the witless, little, brat."
The teenagers were standing still, with wide eyes, but happy expressions on their faces. Like they had just walked through the door to their own surprise birthday party.
Their wands were were held low, but still ready to be used.
Was I imagining it, or were Draco's pants wet?
Emmett flexed his muscles threateningly, but his arms remained at his sides.
"Addressing little scum,"---Emmett was enjoying this WAY too much--"If you ever so much as THINK anything foul about anybody ever again, which Edward will know," Edward nodded once slowly, " I will cheerfully rip you limb from limb. I might even let them watch, since they're enjoying this almost as much as I am." Emmett jerked his thumb over his shoulder at my new friends, who were still looking thoroughly pleased.
"Now, get." Emmett shoved Draco forward with his foot so hard, that he tripped and almost fell. He gripped the wall and pulled him self up, dashing away, not looking back.
"Well, that was brilliant!" Fred said, stepping forward to give Emmett a high-five.
"You bet it was! That was the most fun I've had since fighting the newborns!" Emmett crowed as the other twin hurried up to slap him on the back.
The red-head girl and Hermione turned to me with concerned looks on their faces. "Sorry we didn't properly meet because that slime-ball interrupted us. I'm Ginny. There's Fred and George," she pointed at the two twins, "Ron," The red-headed boy around fourteen years old, "Harry," The dark- haired boy and I had an epiphany, if you could call it that. Harry POTTER. Duh, I'm stupid.
"Hermione you already know, my dad," Pointing at the red-haired man talking enthusiastically to some other adults in the back, which had been oblivious to the confrontation that had happened minutes earlier, "And Percy." The young man who had dropped his glasses was now conversing eagerly with the adults.
"And I'M sorry that you had to meet Malfoy, of all people," Hermione said sadly, "Very few wizards are like that. Both my parents are Muggles, so some purebloods like the Malfoys, think my blood is dirty; they wizards like me Mudbloods."
I smiled at her. "I don't mind. Edward finds my blood, very enjoyable," Seeing the shocked look on her face, I assured her," Oh no! Not like that. It smells, really, really, good to him."
"Much better than really, really good." Edward said softly with a smile. His sudden appearance at my side had startled the two girls but I just laughed.
"He sometimes refers to it as, ' Resisting the wine while enjoying the bouquet.' " I told them and they laughed.
Suddenly, Ludo Bagman made his way to the front of the box.
As he lifted his wand to point at his throat, I tilted my head curiously, then jumped when his voice magnified and drowned out the rest of the noisy stadium. "Ladies and gentleman . . . welcome! Welcome to the final o the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!"
Wow, I mouthed to Edward and he flashed a dazzling smile at me.
A huge blackboard opposite our box had been wiped clean ---with what seemed like an invisible hand, but obviously it was magic--- and now showed, BULGARIA: 0, IRELAND: 0.
And let the game begin.