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Chapter 4

Harry was so happy! He couldn't believe Malfoy accepted riding with him. This was going to be the beginning of a great friendship, he told himself. Harry got on his broom with Malfoy behind him.

"This better be safe, Potter!" Malfoy said threateningly. Harry stomped at the ground and got them up in the air and all Malfoy could do was grab onto Harry's waist. They flew around and Harry thought of doing a stunt he'd been practicing all summer and silently made up his mind that he was going to impress Malfoy, no matter what it took. Harry sped up going higher and higher until he figured they were high enough.

"Hold on tight, Malfoy" Harry said with a smirk.

"What? Why? Don't you d-" Malfoy wasn't able to finish his sentence as he grabbed onto Harry's waist tightly as Harry flew down in top speed threatening to hit the ground. When they were so near the ground Malfoy yelled "I swear Potter if we hit the ground I will make the rest of your living days hell!" but Harry simply continued down smirking to himself as Malfoy held onto Harry's waist even tighter. Harry stopped the broom as they were inches from the ground and craned his neck to find Malfoy's head pressed to his back and was slowly recovering from Harry's stunt. Harry's heartbeat went faster as he was scared he'd just ruined his possible friendship with Malfoy but his fear melted to bliss when Malfoy looked at him with a wide grin on his face. This was the first time Harry saw Malfoy smile.

"That was fantastic!" Malfoy said happily. With those words Harry felt so happy he could almost begin dancing around but stopped himself from looking like an idiot in front of Malfoy and ruining the moment. Harry got off his broom along with Malfoy and mindlessly took Malfoy's hand and pulled him to a spot under an apple tree and they both lay down on the grass. Harry didn't let go of Malfoy's hand, telling himself that if Malfoy hated it he'd just shrug Harry off but Malfoy didn't let go. Harry smiled to himself and dared to scoot nearer to Malfoy. Harry's smile grew wider as he felt Malfoy's head lean on his shoulder. He turned his head and smelled Malfoy's hair which smelled like vanilla. Harry heard Malfoy giggle which surprised him.

"Why?" Harry asked softly.

"Your breath's tickling my face." Malfoy replied shyly.

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