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Chapter 3
Draco sat in the library, reading a book about dragons. He was just utterly bored. His aunt never really visited them and he was left with Harry and the house elf who didn't seem to like him but to his credit, didn't seem to like Harry either. Draco put his head down on the table. He was just so desperately bored and he'd finished three books already and his eyes were tired. He wanted to go flying but again, everything he owned went up in flames. He wanted to buy a new one but the government really just gave him 1000 Galleons for the whole year! How do they expect him to survive with just that anyway? Draco groaned. He wanted his old life back so badly! Draco bolted up when he heard the door open. Not in a million years was he going to let himself look pathetic again. Potter looked at him hopefully and smiled. Draco was confused, didn't he make it clear to him that he didn't plan on being nice? That Potter so famous for not dying, people were praising this boy so much, what was so special about him anyway? Draco rolled his eyes at Potter who didn't seem to catch the message and continued walking towards Draco and sat beside him.
"What're you reading?" he asked Draco, smiling.
Draco showed him the cover of the book and continued his silence. He felt Potter sit awkwardly beside him. He didn't understand why Potter kept on trying to be friends with him. He just felt to so horrible these days and he just didn't know what to do. He felt like bursting, he was so sad and angry at the same time but Potter, Potter never stopped trying. Draco jumped when he felt a warm hand on his arm. He stared at Potter with the death stare his father gave people to intimidate them but Potter seemed unaffected and he just couldn't understand why.
"C'mon, let's play." Potter said hopefully.
"I don't want to play." Draco said.
"You can ride my broom." Harry proposed. Draco was surprised. He wanted to fly but would he let himself owe Potter? Oh, whatever! He'd been wanting to go flying for far too long to bother if he owed Potter a simple ride on his broom when he got to buy a new one.
Draco couldn't help smiling as he felt the wind against his face as he flew fast. He missed flying so bad. He looked down and saw Potter sitting on the grass below him. Why was Potter being so nice to him? He didn't have anymore money and, well, Potter was also rich, anyway. What could Potter want from him. His father always told him that no one ever gave without wanting something in return but Potter seemed to just genuinely want to be his friend. Was that even possible? Draco flew down when he realized he'd been using Potter's broom for awhile now. He didn't want to owe him that much. Potter looked at him and smiled again. How does anyone smile so much?
"Thanks." Draco said to Potter.
"Sure, um, would you mind if we rode together? I wanted to fly with you but I only have one broom." Potter asked.
Draco stared at him. Was he serious? Well, if this was going to get Draco out from owing Potter then he'd gladly do it.
"If I say yes, I don't owe you anymore." Draco said in a calculating tone. Potter's smile grew wider.
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