Harry

I'm sitting on my bed, contemplating what to do when I hear pecking on the window. I open the window and an owl swoops in. The owl is grey, with green eyes similar to mine. The owl starts yanking on the string holding the letter to its leg and squawking impatiently. I start to untie it, not before getting bitten. I take the parchment from the owl and the owl flies away through the open window and heads west. I close the window and open the parchment. It reads;

'Potter, join me on the quidditch field. And don't be late.'

I grin and stare into the sunset. I can only guess who this letter is from. Over the summer Malfoy and I had a lot of time together, due to not having families to go home to. We got over our differences and played a lot of quittich. Now that the year had started again, free time was a luxury, and we spent most of it together.

I grab my broom and sprint down the empty corridors towards the pitch while pulling on my winter cloak. I make it outside just as the sun had finished setting. It's dark, but I can still make out the blonde's figure.

"Malfoy!" I call out.

"Yes, Potter."

He says my name spitefully as if it's some kind of deadly virus no one wants to get. I scowl. I didn't want him to like me, but I didn't want him to Hate me either. He mounts his broom and takes a small golden ball out of his pocket. As soon as he lets it go, It immediately begins buzzing away. Malfoy and I stare at each other for a split second, before racing off after the snitch. Neither of us so much as look at the snitch for forty minutes or so. We are dismounting, when out of the corner of my eye I see it right behind the Hufflepuff section. Unfortunately, so does Malfoy. We both chase the ball around the pitch before spying it next to the castle. We race after it, but mid-flight, I run into him. He topples off his broom and falls for a split second before landing on the roof of the tower.

"Ow," He exclaims in agony.

I watch as his broom falls all the way to the earth and breaks in half. I snicker and fly down to the point where I'm hovering over him.

"Here," I tell him and reach out my hand.

"Thanks"

He grabs my hand, but rather than pulling himself onto my broom, he pulls me down next to him, and my broom falls. I Glare at him and push him slightly so he's almost off the roof.

"This is all your fault!" I exclaim. He pushes me harder and I grab the edge of the roof to stop myself from falling. I pull myself back up and strike his shoulder.

"You knocked me off my broom! Its your fault we're stuck" He exclaims angerly

"Well yo-"

"Shut up" he interrupts.

"Make me" I smirk.

He grabs the back of my collar and crashes his lips to mine. I am in shock.

"You just...did we…" He presses one finger to my lips and I stop.

"You said make me" He exclaims. "And I did!"

With that, he descends onto a ledge below us.

"C'mon," He says and lowers himself in through an open window. I follow in his footsteps. We sneak down the dark corridors and stop at a staircase. We quickly glance at each other before going our own ways. I fall asleep in the common room across from the unlit fire, dreaming about our kiss.