Part 1

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by ybaaby09

by ybaaby09

[Harry's POV]

"OI, potter, wake up!" Oliver barged into my dorm. He is the Gryffindor quidittch captain this year. "We have a game with Slytherin in 10 minutes. You better be ready." He says, storming out of my room.

I throw the covers off and slip on my quidittch robes. I grab my firebolt out from the trunk in front of my bed.

I make my way down to the common room where Fred [one of our beaters] is waiting for me. "It's a stormy one outside today. You better get fueled up." He hands me a piece of buttered toast.

I munch on the toast as we head down to the quidditch pitch. Our team is waiting there for us.The opposing team is Slytherin, the only team that I tend to be nervous about.

I'm playing against the person I hate the most. Draco Malfoy, he's a slytherin, the seeker, and as much as I hate him, I have to admit he does have skill on the battlefield.

Our team stands at the ready, waiting for Madam Hooch's whistle. I stare at Draco, a smirk plastered on his stupid face. I laugh at how stupid he looks, ugh, his hair is so greasy, does he ever shower...wait. Why am I thinking about Draco showering?? I need to snap out of it.

I focus my attention on the sound of the whistle blowing, it was time to start the games.

[Draco's POV]
I woke up at 6 am sharp and was ready to start my day. Today was the quidditch match against harry, the guy I hate the most, he's so stuck up and just the most annoying person I've ever- I mean Gryffindor, what am I saying.

I slip on my quidittch robe and fix myself in the mirror quickly before I head down to the common room. There waiting me is Pansy, and we walk down to the quidittch pitch together . Everybody expets me and her to be dating , but to be honest, I'm not interested in her in the slightest bit.

I've never found that much interest in girls - they aren't that attractive to me. It's probably just because I haven't found the right one, and my father wants me to pay attention to school.

I line up to start the game, and from across the field I make eye contact with a certain someone, Harry. I grin at him, he never does anything back, he's too much of a wussy to do anything, but this time he laughed and looked away. What was this feeling, I blushed now embarrassed of my actions, in a daze I don't even the whistle was blown. It was time to start the games.