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Millions of people follow Draco Malfoy, the ridiculously famous Quidditch player whose face is everywhere from stadium screens to luxury magazines. You don’t. You don’t even follow Quidditch. Then your best friend Pansy hands you a jersey and begs you to get his autograph. You get the autograph, thank him and walk away after thirty seconds. Draco spends considerably longer trying to figure out where you went and who were you.