It was a normal day for Harry. He usually would go to Hagrid's hut during break, but just as he was headed that way, Malfoy stopped him. Draco pushed him slightly, snickering, "What' are you doing, Potter? Off to the jolly hairy giant's home again?" It wasn't a second later that Harry pushed him back.
"Shut up, Draco," Harry snapped, "Why don't you go to your father since your so obsessed with suggesting he should hear about things."
"Well at least I have a fath-" Malfoy stopped just as Hermione and Ron walked up, giving him a death glare. Harry stayed between Draco and them, frowning.
A small smirk crossed the Slytherin's expression as Crabbe and Goyle arrived. It was now three on three. As if to intimidate him, he wiggled his eyebrows, leaning right beside Harry's right ear. "How about we settle this, Scarhead. Just you and me. We'll meet tonight behind Hackrid's-"
"Hagrid's." Harry corrected him.
"Whatever, behind his little shack. One on one. Be there tonight if you're not afraid of getting caught." Draco smirked. Then he whispered quickly, "Bring your invisibility cloak."
"You've got yourself a deal, Malfoy." Harry said bravely, narrowing his eyes.
With that said, Draco turned around, snapped his fingers, and strutted off. As if they were lost puppies, Crabbe and Goyle followed him. Harry watched the trio until they turned the corner, catching Malfoy's glance at him with a slight sneer just as he rounded his turn.
"What was that all about, Harry?" Ron tilted his head.
"Draco being... Draco..." Harry shrugged. Normally Draco would be more aggressive than that, but ever since last night in the hallway, he's became slightly gentler.
"Ugh, do we need a restraining order on that punk!" Hermione groaned. "He's nothing but trouble, and everyone knows that."
"Eh... Nah!" Harry muttered out. It went dead quiet, even though it was just a small mutter. Everyone snapped their heads to look at him. He glanced at his friends before walking off, feeling as if he has said enough.
Harry headed right for Hagrid's home, feeling like he needed to take a nap from snooping around last night with his invisibility cloak with Malfoy. It wasn't because he wanted to, but Draco wanted at least a few moments of invisibility. Luckily, Draco was willing to share or else Filch would've caught them. If he wanted, Malfoy could've ran under the cloak and left Harry to be caught. Maybe he wasn't thinking, or maybe he was just being nice. Either way, Harry felt as if he owed him. As he laid his glasses on the table and collapsed into the couch, all he could think about was if they really were going to duel or not.