Chapter 4

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POV Harry

I walk up to the quidditch field just at the brink of dawn. Spotting a figure walking in the distance, the sun was so bright it shadowed them so all I could see is their figure. But wait! There was another figure walking beside them! There! I think that one is Pansy, but who is the other one? Just as they were beginning to come into sight, the taller one spoke.  "Potter! Pansy, what is Potter doing her?" it was Malfoy! what was Pansy planning? Pansy just shrugged.

"Potter's going to help teach me quidditch, right? Pot- er, I better call you Harry." I was surprised, but kind of glad. Malfoy looked infuriated!

"What are you doing, Pansy! Are you serious? You expect me to train with scarhead!" he yelled 

"Pansy, why did you bring Malfoy??" I asked. This seemed to anger him even more

"BECAUSE I'M SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE BLOODY TRAINING HER!!" he started to storm off, but pansy stopped him. To my surprise, I did too.

POV Draco

It's not that I didn't want to train with Potter, I just wouldn't know what to say. He had hated me for so long, and, I guess I was supposed to hate him as well, But I couldn't. Not when he was so kind, and brave and those bright dreamy eyes, eyes that I could get lost in for days, eyes as green as evergreen gemstones. I had tried to apologise,  𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 to be his friend. But he was always flanked by ginger and mudblood. I could never apologise, so instead, I called him names, I made fun of him, I cast spells on him. I don't know why, okay?  but now, I had a chance, a chance to make amends with him! And I was blowing it. 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯!

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