I've decided to compile several 'shorts' that I've written into one section.

There aren't going to be any sequels, prequels or extra chapters, these were character experimentations and bubbles of ideas that popped into my head. They're just stand alones which I've decided to post as Christmas Presents for LadyLilyMalfoy who always complains because I don't post Hush enough. Hopefully these will keep her occupied until I churn out the next chapter.

Dark Magic

Featuring Draco and Harry

Written: August 2005

Harry glanced the alley between two crooked houses on the main street of Hogsmede. He could have sworn he'd just seen a flash white light.

"You two go ahead," muttered Harry to his friends. "I – I've just got to see something."

Harry jogged into the alleyway. On the dirty snow lay Draco Malfoy, his arms were exposed in the cold evening air and have strange looking marks like they had been scalded in patterns.

Draco wasn't shivering, instead he was muttering something in a language Harry couldn't recognize, his grey eyes set on a small pedant in the shape of an 'M' laying in his palm.

"Are you alright Malfoy?" asked Harry, almost coldly.

Draco's focus broke and his eyes snapped towards his enemy. Draco leapt to his feet with animalistic reflexes, one hand raised towards Harry. Harry pulled out his wand and then laughed. Draco was unarmed; his antique, ebony wand (that he was constantly insisting had one belonged to Salazar Slytherin himself) was lying a few metres away.

"Don't know what good that's going to do you, Malfoy," said Harry, smiling slightly.

"Don't know what good that's going to do you, Malfoy," mimicked Draco coldly. "Expelliarmus!"

Light erupted from Draco's fingertips and Harry was blasted backwards into the side of the ally.

"What the hell are you playing at Malfoy?" Harry demanded, picking himself up slowly of the ground.

Draco's sleeves had fallen back down across his pale arms. He was leaning comfortably against the grimy wall opposite Harry, smirking slightly. His black designer dragon hide boots, expensive coat and silvery hair didn't suit their grimy surroundings.

"Did I ask for you to talk to me?" Draco drawled, his eyes glinting maliciously.

"No. I just saw you in the snow and thought-"

Harry blinked.

In that one blink Draco appeared to have taken several steps towards him.

Harry blinked again, only to find Draco gone.

Snow crunched from behind him, about six feet away. Harry spun around and saw Draco leaving the dingy ally.

"How did you do that!" he called to the blonde, Slytherin.

Draco didn't reply. Harry started jogging after him. "How did you do that?" he repeated impatiently.

"Potter," Draco said and turned to face the dark haired, shivering boy. Harry glared up at Draco who was a good inch taller. "You think too much."

Harry sighed exasperatedly. "Malfoy, I saw those marks of your arms. That's dark magic, that is. You should talk to some body, I'm sure your father-"

"-Potter!" Draco interrupted, his voice echoing through the frigid, snow-blanketed street. His pale eyes burned with cold fury. "You may be the Boy Who Lived but you have no understanding of the Dark Arts whatsoever. Has Dumbledore ever tried to explain what the Dark Arts require for you to perform them or has a precious Headmaster merely glossed over the facts believing that The Git Who Lived was so powerful, that he could perform it all without training." Draco took a breath, his pale face was now tinged pink from the anger he had displayed. "You don't know my father nor myself. So I would request that you keep you scarred head out of our business."

With that Draco spun on heel and strode off towards Hogwarts, Leaving Harry dumbfound.

A/N Merry Christmas everyone! Please leave a review!