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HWHEHEEH authors note;
guys i really don't like tom felton
so i'm picturing draco as someone completely different bc it feels wrong to see him as.. you know SORRY SO SORRY!!!!!!!
you can picture him as mr transphobic if you want, or someone different, it's up to you!!
AND IM ALSO VERY SORRY FOR TAKING THE PISS TO UPDATE LMAO I'VE BEEN LAZY AND REWATCHING JULIEANDTHEPHANTOMS FOR LIKE 7 MONTHS STRAIGHT I NEED TO QUIT.

also fear street. also black widow bc i bought it on disney+
ANYWAY ENOUGH ABOUT ME!!!
and without further ado, enjoy the chapter! I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH YOU BEAUTIFUL READER!

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Walking with Harry the next few days was no fun at all, every time Professor Lockhart or someone with his build would pop up, Harry would grab me and pull me to a hiding place. I get that Lockhart isn't the most fun to be around and he's slightly obsessed with Harry but this is a bit dramatic, even for him.

ANYWHO, it's Saturday today and though I'd love to spend it with the trio at Hagrid's like we'd planned to, Flint practically dragged me all the way from the common room and threw me into the changing rooms to practice, which was mainly train. With Draco.

"BUT YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS!" I banged on the locked doors of the locker room which Flint was on the other side of.
"Get changed or you'll stay in there until you starve to death." He spoke so calmly it was kinda scary.
"DRACO IS A TWIT! I'M NOT PRACTICING WITH HIM."
"If you want to stay on the team, yes you are. Do you want me to get Snape?!"
"NO! Jeez I'll get changed." I gave up because as much as I hate Draco, I really love Quidditch and will not lose that due to a rat like him joining the team.
"Good. You have thirty seconds."
"Thirty seconds?! WE HAD LIKE TEN MINUTES!"
"Your fault. Twenty two seconds."

"Okay, I'm changed. You can unlock the door now."
I heard the key go inside the lock and then the click sounded, revealing Marcus Flint and the rest of the team.
"They were here this whole time?"
"Yup. Heard everything!" Amir taunted and we got in line to walk to the grounds.
"First things first, our brooms." Flint stopped walking and turned toward the boys changing room.
"I've got mine. I can wait out here." I spoke.
"No, no, you have to come inside with us."
"I bet it stinks, can't I just wait out here?"
"Nope, come on team!"
'𝑮𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒏.'

"Merlin it smells worse than I thought it would!" I pinched my nose to try and block the smell, but it just travelled through my mouth instead. "GROSS it tastes bad too!"
"..." The team just stared at me. Flint broke the silence.
"Uh.. anyway. Grab your brooms!" Everyone left and came back 10 seconds later with...Nimbus 2001's?!
"Like them?" Malfoy stood tall with a big smirk on his face.
"How-What-Why-Huh?"
'𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒃/𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓.'
"Courtesy of Draco's father!" Flint announced proudly.
"Wait wait wait. He bribed the team to get in? That's pathetic! So he doesn't have ANY skill?"
"Of course I have skill, just you watch!"
"Sure you do, sure sure sure."
"So, will you take this broom, as an 'I'm sorry' gift?"
"Let me think about it.....No, I won't. Keep your daddy's broom, I don't want or need it."

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Walking to the pitch was insufferable with Malfoy added to the mix. If I could harm him severely and get away with it, I'd definitely try, but i'd rather not risk it.

"I spent the whole summer devising a whole new Quidditch programme, we are going to be training earlier, harder and longer."
I heard a familiar Scottish accent and knew it was Oliver Wood on his way to the pitch.
"Uh... guys, maybe we should practice another day...it looks like it's going to rain!"
The team looked up to the sky. The bright blue sky. No cloud in sight. Sun shining down.