AN; This takes place in book three after the quidditch final.
"YOU AND YOUR MUDBLOOD LITTLE FRIEND POTTER!" Malfoy roared at Harry trudging through the snow towards him.
Ever since Gryffindor bad beaten Slytherin to the quidditch cup a month ago Malfoy had been doing everything in his power to annoy and publicly humiliate Harry. First it had been a week after the final and Crabe and Goyle tried to lawer him as close to a dementor as possible as well as trying to get everyone in the school to watch him scream if their plan worked, fortunately Hermione had over heard Malfoy giving out the instructions to his two sidekicks and run to tell Harry. Unfortunately spoiling their plan seemed to only have giving them more fuel for their fire and so two weeks later Harry had found all of his clothes, books and Hedwig missing from the dormitory, it was only a stroke of luck that Dean Thomas had spotted Malfoy with a new owl that morning, how they had done it harry still doesn't know he only could assume that some how an house elf had been paid off. But following a trip to Mcgonagall's office and a search of the Slytherin common room and dorms Harry received his things back with a forced apology from Malfoy and Malfoy himself getting three weeks detention.
Now it was christmas eve and Harry stood behind Hagrid's hut on the edge of the forbidden forrest in nothing but his pajamas rowing at the top of his voice with Malfoy.
"IS THAT SO? HERMIONE COULD KICK YOUR ARSE ANY TIME OF THE YEAR EVEN WITHOUT HER WAND."
"THATS RIGHT BECUSE THE STUPID MUDBLOOD WOULDN'T KNOW HOW TO USE IT!" Harry pulled out his wand from the back of his trousers and pointed it at Malfoy's heart.
"SHE'S A BETTER WITCH THEN YOU COULD EVER BE."
"AWW POTTER'S STICKING UP FOR HIS LITTLE GIRLFRIEND." Dropping his voice and raising his hand to the side of his mouth Malfoy whispered. "Just between you and me Potter I think she like the red head better."
Harry had had just about enough of Malfoy if the boy died now it would of been to late for his liking. Harry launched forward and tackled Malfoy causing them both to topple over in a tangled heap and landing in the cold snow.
Harry battled to try and straddle him but Malfoy was struggling to much. After a few seconds passing Harry decided that it was easer just to punch him in the jaw.
"Again!" Came the response to the blow from the blonde haired boy, blood now dribbling from one side of his mouth. Harry obliged the request and hit him again, and again and again. By now Malfoy was bleeding from his ears as well as his nose and mouth but he had a smile on his face.
"Your sick, you know that." Said harry.
"Yup but, you can't tell me you don't enjoy this ether, eh Potter."
He was right Harry was enjoying this, much more then he though he should be but by now, with everything that Malfoy had been putting him though he didn't care. Harry hit him again, this time in the chest.
Hours later both boys re entered their dorms soaking wet from rolling in snow all night and one who would have to open his christmas presents after a trip to the hospital wing.
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Every christmas ever after they would both think and put it down to the dementors effecting them at the time. But truth be told Malfoy enjoyed walking with a limp for the month after and livid bruises showing on his arms and face earning him concerned looks form teachers and smug smiles from Gryffindors. And Harry, he just loved to put the bruises in place.
TAJES PLACE IN BOOK THREE AFTER QUIDDITCH MATCH.