It was only two in the afternoon and students were milling about in the hallways.

Then they all stopped, as if a wave of ice had swept through them.

Harry sauntered darkly passed everyone.

His black hair covered his face trying to hide the predatory glint in his green eyes, and his cloak billowed out behind him.

The students hurried out of the way, scared of what he was going to do to Malfoy.

The infamous nemeses had gotten in another of their arguments, and everyone had seen it. It was in the great hall, and Draco had smiled evilly at Harry when they named a time and place for a duel. Nobody was allowed to watch, but they would find out who won by the person who wasn't in the hospital wing.

Hermione had shaken her head at Ron while he cheered Harry on. Now he was regretting it however.

By the looks of it, Draco was going to die, and not even Ron wanted that.

Nobody had ever seen Harry this determined. (except when he had killed Voldemort)

Harry smiled to himself.

'Just a little ways now'

Leaving all of the followers behind (by using a secret passage not even the Weasley twins knew about), Harry was almost at his destination.

He licked his lips in anticipation, and opened a door.

"I've been waiting all day" came Draco's voice and a pair of lips came crashing down on his.