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Chapter 2: The Quidditch Pitch
At that very moment that Ginny was walking through the woods, Draco Malfoy, a pale-faced, blond-haired 16 year old was walking through his woods around his Manor. The Malfoy family was very wealthy and had more than 50 acres of woods and fields all to themselves. These were protected not only by walls, but also by charms. You see, Draco Malfoy was also a wizard who attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
As he was walking through the practice Quidditch Pitch his father had placed there (that might give you an idea just how prominent the Malfoy was), he saw a well there that he had never noticed before.
Now remember, Draco wasn't one to act on impulse. He usually thought things through. Unless, of course, he was making fun of Potter and his little friends, Draco thought. However, considering the fact that his father had just got through yelling at him because he (Draco) had failed, once again, to win the Quidditich cup at school (damn those Gryffindors!). Draco couldn't help but think that it would be perfectly harmless to make a wish.
At the same time that Ginny Weasley was starting hers, Draco started his. The Fates looked down at them both and smirked, "We can give you both what you wish."
Chapter 2: The Quidditch Pitch
At that very moment that Ginny was walking through the woods, Draco Malfoy, a pale-faced, blond-haired 16 year old was walking through his woods around his Manor. The Malfoy family was very wealthy and had more than 50 acres of woods and fields all to themselves. These were protected not only by walls, but also by charms. You see, Draco Malfoy was also a wizard who attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
As he was walking through the practice Quidditch Pitch his father had placed there (that might give you an idea just how prominent the Malfoy was), he saw a well there that he had never noticed before.
Now remember, Draco wasn't one to act on impulse. He usually thought things through. Unless, of course, he was making fun of Potter and his little friends, Draco thought. However, considering the fact that his father had just got through yelling at him because he (Draco) had failed, once again, to win the Quidditich cup at school (damn those Gryffindors!). Draco couldn't help but think that it would be perfectly harmless to make a wish.
At the same time that Ginny Weasley was starting hers, Draco started his. The Fates looked down at them both and smirked, "We can give you both what you wish."