You've been meaning to try Quid.ditch for a while now. Harry's one of the best Seekers, and your father is still the best Chaser of all of Wit.ch and Wiz.ard History. You're..not the best on your broom, that needed some work though.

It's a bright and sunny day, so you decide to try and play some quidditch with your friends, playing as seeker under Harry's guidance. It was going pretty good, until you lost control.

At that moment, a very grumpy Draco was patrolling the halls. He was ecstatic when he became prefect, but he is NOT vibing with the added responsibilities.

And just as he's about to round a corner, you slam into him through the window. You crash through the window, glass shattering everywhere and land on something..soft.

"Oi- What the hell??"

You're dazed, trying to process what happened and you hear that unmistakable tone. What are your chances. God just hates you at this rate. Out of anyone you could've crashed into, it's of course the insufferable Mal.foy.