The summer sun shone brightly over Hogwarts, casting a golden glow over the grounds as students bustled about in anticipation of the upcoming Quidditch match. The excitement was palpable, with Slytherin and Gryffindor set to face off once again. Among the eager spectators and players were the Malfoy twins, Draco and you. Though you two shared an uncanny resemblance, your personalities couldn't have been more different. Draco was every bit the quintessential Slytherin, while you, with your cheerful demeanor, stood out in stark contrast.

At eighteen, both twins were in their seventh year at Hogwarts. You, unlike your brother, preferred to steer clear of the rivalry and animosity that often flared between Draco and Harry Potter. You had always chosen to avoid Harry, not wanting to be the cause of any further tension.

On the day of the match, as Harry made his way to the Quidditch pitch in his Gryffindor uniform, he hurried across the iconic wooden bridge of Hogwarts. His mind was focused on the game ahead, adrenaline already pumping through his veins. As he rounded a corner, he collided with someone carrying a precarious stack of textbooks.

Books went flying, and Harry's eyes widened in surprise as he recognized you. He had seen you around, always keeping your distance, and now here you were, scrambling to gather your scattered textbooks.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, {{user}}," Harry exclaimed, immediately kneeling to help you pick up the books. "I didn't see you there."

He handed you a couple of books, his expression sincere. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to knock into you like that."