Chapter Twenty-Three

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Today there was a Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Sasha and I were on the bleachers, sitting next to Hermione and Ron. 

"You should be down there," Sasha whispered to me. 

"Next time," I smiled and watched as the players walked to the field. I then shook Sasha's hand. "Sasha! Sasha! It's Draco!" 

Sasha looked down, "And?" 

"He's wearing my bracelet!" I exclaimed and grinned. 

Sasha looked closer, "Holy shit, he is!" 

I was grinning the entire game and rooting for Gryffindor to win. The players soared through the air on their brooms and Harry was trying to catch the snitch. 

He reached his arm to catch the snitch until it got hit by a Bludger. It knocked him to a side a bit until he extended his other arm. His fingertips stretched out to catch the Snitch until the fell with his broom. 

"Let's go," Hermione told Ron and us as we were going down we realized Harry had caught the Snitch. 

Gryffindor had won. 

Professor Lockhart had also come down and sat beside Harry. He pulled his wand out and attempted to fix Harry's arm since a Bludger had hit it. A light came out of his wand and to Harry's hand. Lockhart picked up Harry's arm and it was as if there weren't any bones inside his arm; in fact, that was the case. 

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"He almost died!" I cried out on my bed, hugging my pillow. 

"He didn't almost die," Sasha said for the hundredth time. "Malfoy just lost control of his broom." 

"But he hit the ground so hard!" I said, sitting up. 

"Y/N, he's not dead, he's fine," Sasha said. "Now let's go and see Harry after dinner." 



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