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                      { Draco merely shrugged at Potter’s lack of response, it really wasn’t like there were those who would cut off a limb to sleep with him, so he wasn’t hurt too badly. }

                      {Honestly, Harry proved to be a bigger challenge than Draco had expected, this really only made him more keen to posses him.} 

“I really don’t know why his lot bother’s practicing, they’re rubbish, really." 

                        { He was grinning maliciously as he walked out onto the field with his own Slytherin team guffawing behind him. } 

     [ If Harry wasn’t already annoyed, he probably would’ve retorted. But years of dealing with Malfoy taunting him had taught him one thing–don’t give in if you can help it. And for that reason only, he continued on his way out onto the pitch, not paying the other a bit of attention. ]

     [ Sharing the pitch with the Slytherins was less than ideal, and he cursed whoever signed off on them practicing at the same time–not only did Harry have to keep his team to one half, but he also had to deal with the usual jeers and taunts that plauged them during games. ]

     [ When it was over, the Gryffindor team successfully muddy, they trooped back into the locker room, Harry breathed a sigh of relief that the Slytherins weren’t done yet. ]

     [ He took his time getting through with his shower, lingering a bit more than he should’ve, and when he felt the water start to turn cold, Harry grabbed for his towel, ruffling it through his hair first and then wrapping it around his waist as he moved back to grab for his clothing. ]