"Draco, don't chase comfort. The road to success was never going to be smooth. Strength is forged through hardship! If you want to stand firm, don't stop!"
"Don't even think about stopping. Every time you push past your limits, you widen the gap between yourself and everyone else!"
"Pain is temporary, but the strength you gain is permanent!"
"Fear hardship and you'll never be strong. Slack off and you'll never reach the top! Grit your teeth and train today, crush your opponents tomorrow!"
"Move, move, Draco! Do you want to be a complete layabout?"
Tris held a whip made from Hippogriff tail hair and cracked it through the air. Draco, who had been sprawled on the ground, jolted and struggled to get up.
"B-boss, I really... I really can't do any more." Draco raised his head, his young face filled with pain and despair.
Tris had been dragging him through compulsory workouts for nearly two weeks.
He trained in the morning and at night. Apart from the time he spent in class, he had to train.
Unlike Harry and Ron, who could hide in the Gryffindor Common Room if they really wanted to avoid training, leaving Tris helpless, Draco had no such luxury. Both of them were in Slytherin. Anywhere Draco could enter, Tris could enter too, including his dormitory.
They even shared the vast majority of their classes, so Tris could make him do two sets of squats between lessons.
Pansy had initially tried to talk Tris out of it, but he had simply told her to either join in or stay out of the way.
Although Pansy liked Draco very much, she admitted that she couldn't possibly cope with training that intense alongside him. All she could do was watch him suffer with an anguished expression.
Those push-ups