Draco finished his sentence, with a smile mixed with triumph and contempt.

- What?

Pansy Parkison screamed, to everyone's surprise. Not everyone thinks that if they have the right to protest, that person must be Hermione, or Harry.

- What did you say, Pansy?

Draco suprised, he turned his head back. His face relaxed, mixed with anger, wonder and contempt. Draco raised his eyebrows and moved his lips only so that the Slytherins could hear:

- You. Better. Should. Shut.Up.

Pansy still seemed angry, but also silent, giving Hermione a scornful look to the end. Draco turned up, still with a cool expression, looking at Harry:

- Potter, what about you? Is that reasonable huh?

- What? If you have a single moment you think I'll agree, well that you're stupid, Malfoy.

Draco raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth going to speak, but Harry continued.

- You think Hermione is a item and how dare you to bet? I can't accept anything, what ever , but not Hermione.

- It seems that you like to act in a hero to save the beauty, Scar. Or you're too scared to take the exam with me for fear of losing.

- How dare you? Damn it, Malfoy!

Harry turned his hand into a fist, furious using a disdain in Draco's face. His face turned a little pale with anger. This time maybe he couldn't control himself.

Hermione abruptly took hold of Harry's hand, startling him. The touch of her hand made all the hatred inside Harry disappear in a strange way . She whispered:

- Don't, Harry, just ignore them, you'll be expel!

Harry wanted to answer her, but he couldn't utter a single word. He hummed to let Hermione know he had heard. When did Harry's mind become fascinated by this little girl? With all these mixed emotions, he really wanted to listen to Hermione. Yes, she is always right. But the disdain in the eyes and the cynical laughter of the Slytherins made Harry so annoyed.

Harry didn't seem to recognize it, but the cool, expressionless face of the silver-haired man looked scary. Hermione's hand caught Draco's eye.Hatred for Harry was rising, burning like a fire in his heart. This made him want to win with "The Boy Who Lived" quickly, so that she soon belonged to him, so that she stood beside him, not Harry. Only later did he decide to speak up:

- What's wrong, Potter? No more talking as if you agreed? Don't prove you're more cowardly than Longbottom? - He smirked.

- Okay, so play, said before that I was not bored at all, and you will not be able to win should take away that face while still possible.

Harry said that, but he was a little scared inside. Obviously, he had no knowledge of any kind of spell, nor had he ever flown.

- I have an idea like this.

Zabini raised his voice, accompanied by a scornful smile directed at Harry. He stepped up to stand beside Draco, turning his gaze to Harry and Hermione looking amused. Draco gave Zabini a curious look. But he said nothing. No one meant to speak, he continued:

- See the whomping willow in the distance? You all know what that is like, huh?

Zabini glanced at Draco. He nodded.

- There is a white flower growing on the top of the tree. My dad told me it will grow once every few years, that's make it's very rare. And whoever gets that flower and gives it to someone he likes, love will be reciprocated. So, you two want to take the competition to see who gets it first? 

- What? - Draco raised his eyebrows, turned to Zabini in a whisper. - You know that tree will kill me if I try to get that flower?

- Come on, show that you're a man, Draco, and you are the one who wants to compete. If you get that flower, you can give it to a girl you like. Surely she would collapse without a love potion.- Zabini smirked, then drew close to Draco's ear and whispered. - You will easily get that white flower if you shoot straight down.

- Well, that's okay.

Draco hummed. He picked up the broom and glanced at Harry. He did the same thing.

- Harry, don't tell me you're going to get that flower? - Hermione said indignantly.

- Don't worry, I'll be right back.

- But you still can't fly Harry ...

Without waiting for Hermione to finish her sentence, Draco kicked his feet into the ground and launched into the sky. Harry's broom did not wait for him to sit firmly, it's rushing up high. Harry was a bit shaken. Draco had left him a long distance. His hand gripped the broom handle tightly, dropping himself in the cool breeze of autumn. Well, flying is not that difficult. How great is it!

But that feeling did not last long. It was clear that Harry had forgotten something. Yes, he forgot to ask Hermione for details about this whomping willow ...

"Whip!"

Harry was struck unexpectedly. He didn't think this damn tree could do that. It seemed that the tree branch had almost knocked Harry out of the broom handle.

- Harry, come back. - Hermione groaned in the distance. - Oh Harry ...

The tree did not seem to want to let him go. But Harry dodged it.

- Where is Malfoy? Why does he seem to be unharmed?

Harry suddenly thought. He turned the broom handle away from the tree. Perhaps he needed another strategy. Draco was flying far away from the tree, but keeping the proper height, his eyes turned to the white flower. Suddenly Harry knew what to do. He immediately flying in Draco's direction. Draco also seemed to realize that, without hesitation, flying straight to the top of the whomping willow before Harry caught up.

The branches also seemed to want to get in their way, but more slowly, not as quickly and violently as below.

Zabini was right.

Draco easily overtook them, he flew close to the white flower ...

It seems that Draco is about to win.

Meanwhile, Harry was still struggling with uncomfortable branches. The first time he flew was not experienced enough to be able to avoid all the nasty whips of the willow tree.

"Whip!!"

- Harry!

Hermione gasped, turning her teary eyes on him. This time the tree seemed to have succeeded in knocking Harry from the broomstick. He was falling down. Harry's whole body felt that.

His life is about to end? Because of an accident? Because of Malfoy?

Something just smashed into Harry's hand in the air, causing him pain. The fingers seemed to shatter. But he tried to grasp, whatever it was, it also was his last source of life.

Harry has succeeded. He grasped the handle of the broom. Great! Harry changed his grip. After a few seconds of struggling, he also climbed up the broomstick, feeling like he had just stepped back from the dead. But he not in time. Draco is almost there.

The whip willow branches are continuing to strike hard. Harry must avoid. He still had a chance, because Draco also seemed to be flustered avoiding the branches:

- Go on, Draco.

The sound of Pansy Parkinson's echoes came from under the yard, where the students gathered to watch the chase. But Draco, he didn't want to hear Pansy, he wanted to hear Hermione's voice calling his name, and yet ...

- Harry ...

The girl he loved kept calling the name Harry. What do your teary eyes mean? You like Harry? Absolutely not, you have to like me. If not I will make you like me. You must belong to me.

Only me!

Draco could not ignore it, he had to win. And it seems that Harry shares the same thought. Now the two of them flew in parallel. Throwing Draco a sharp gaze, Harry stood up on the handle of the broom, reaching out for the flower. He had caught the flower.

"Whip!"

All Harry felt was that he had been hit hard on the ribs by the branches, the tree knocking him off the broomstick a second time.

- Immobulus.

All like the movie has just been rewinded. Harry fell painfully to the ground. His whole body fell apart. Still clutching the white flower ...

- Mr. Potter , Mr. Malfoy. Oh Merlin.

Professor McGonagall's voice rang in the distance. The students who were watching the match , their faces turned pale from fear. Draco landed shortly after. His face is white. The lips tightened. His hand gripped roughly the handle of the broom, slowly taking a step toward the frightened crowd. He stopped where Harry lay.

A vengeful, angry hatred arose in Draco's heart when he glanced at Harry. It really hurt, but he still smiled, his hand parted to reveal the white flower.

- My dad will know about this.

Draco left.

There won't be a next time, Potter. I will win and win her from you. Just wait.

Harry closed his eyes, the pain rushing in made his whole body tremble. People still whisper around.

But the noise then gradually subsided into nothingness.

Two days later, Harry woke up at the infirmary. Hermione was sitting beside. Her gaze focused on the tip of the quill brushing smoothly over the parchment. Warm rays of sunlight shone through the glass window. Neville was lying next to Harry's bed, still asleep. Quiet space is comfortable. It makes people just want to fall down and fall into a deep sleep.

Harry's whole body was still quite sore from the fall off the broom that day. However, his spirit was extremely excited. Perhaps it was partly because of the feeling of great triumph still clinging to him, or because of the happy thoughts that Hermione had chosen to sit here to take care of him on such a sunny day, when she should have let herself relax out there.

Harry peeked at her face, lips suddenly smiling. He turned to sit up but couldn't.

- Oh, thank god. - Hermione smiled at him - You slept almost two days already, also missed quite a bit of lessons. But no problem, I have written down for you already, and will teach it again if you want.

- Thank you so much. Without you, I don't know what to do. Give you this white flower when I picked it.

- The flower of this tree has to grow only once every few decades, so it is great to give it to the one you love. Harry, you like me?

Harry's heart sank. It seemed that Hermione had touched the deepest place he didn't want to touch. What to do now?

Like Hermione, is it possible?

- I just want to thank you for helping me a lot, but I don't like you.

Oh he accidentally had lied to his heart.

Hermione smiled at him again. Her vague smile made Harry's heart flutter. He cleared his throat and coughed slightly, turning to face the opposite direction, making a gesture as if he was staring at the old wooden door of the infirmary. Hermione suddenly spoke, causing Harry to jump back to her startled:

- Well, Harry, I almost forgot, Miss McGonagall told me that she will come here to visit you a little longer, and have a few words to say.

- Something so important that you haven't said until now?

Harry began to worry, not knowing how he would be punished for his violate the rules on the first day of school.

- Oh, well...

Before she could finish her sentence, the door to the infirmary opened.

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