I dun own. Oh, and each chapter is one day, so you know.
Malfoy and Harry were sitting in the common room, staring at the spell before them. It would take an hour to recite, and both boys were extremely sick of it. It was already past lunch, and they had to do it before dinner to give it time to work.
Malfoy
looked up at Harry as though they were both complete idiots, said, "Why
don't we just recite this from the book?", and laughed as Harry smacked
his head on the table.
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By the time the boys finished the spell, it was time for dinner.
They went their seperate ways to eat, and didn't talk to each other
again until they were back in the common room.
Harry was talking to Neville and Seamus, enjoying the evening, when he noticed Malfoy was sitting by himself, staring out the window. Harry talked the other two into playing chess for a while, and went over to Malfoy.
"Hey. Something wrong?"
Malfoy looked up at Harry, and shook his head. "No. I just want to be flying. Ever since I got suspended from the team for my grades, I haven't been able to fly."
Harry nodded. "I get it. You're skysick."
"Exactly." Malfoy sighed, and looked up at Harry. "Wanna go have a quick one-on-one match?"
Harry grinned. "Why not? Winner gets...fifty Galleons."
The blond smiled. "You're on."
Out on the grounds, the boys held their brooms, and happily noticed it was considerably colder. Harry picked up a fist-sized rock. "This can be our Quaffle. We'll play to...seventy points?"
"Sure thing."
Malfoy and Harry flew into the air, and Harry threw the rock. They played for hours, getting ahead of and then behind each other again and again. Eventually, they were both at sixty, and had been for and hour. Malfoy looked around, and flew over to Harry. "Where's the rock?"
Harry shrugged. "Guess we may as well go in anyway."
They put away their brooms, and walked back up towards the castle. As they walked, Malfoy looked over at Harry. "So...I guess we can tolerate each other now, huh?"
Harry nodded. "Can't make your dad hate you any more, can it?"
"No. Nothing could since I helped defeat You-Know-Who."
"Voldemort."
Malfoy shivered.
Inside Gryffindor Tower, they found a party in full swing. Neville came over, and gave them both butterbeers. "Where've you been? You're missing the fun!"
Everyone talked, ate, played around, and just had fun in general for a few hours, but Malfoy decided he'd had enough around midnight, and went up to bed. He was surprised to find Harry there, working on what looked like someone's Christmas present. He pulled a small package he'd gotten and personalized from Hogmeade the day before from his trunk, wrote a name on it, and crawled into bed, not noticing the snow beginning to fall outside.
One chapter left! And five minutes to post it! Just try to stop me, librarians! Ha ha ha!