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***** = POV change, will be easy to know whose so don't worry :)
Rated T - For Swearing, will probobly go up in later chapters.
Eventual HarryDraco!

Special Thanks to my Beta, Niam-ytak :D
Now on with the show!

Harry inwardly sighed. How he hated Snape's speciality; 3 foot long essays made for the sole purpose of making his life a whole lot harder.

"Hey Harry, I'm heading off. I've got to get knitting for S.P.E.W." Hermione's voice broke off Harry's chain of thought.
And of course he knew all about Hermione and her obsession with house elves.

"Sure thing, just don't overdo it. Okay?" Harry muttered.

"Trust me, I won't. Now you get that essay done!" She replied before walking off out of the library, books poking out of her crammed bag.

Harry slammed his head on the table; he should have asked to copy Hermione's essay. Now Snape could have an actual reason to give him detention.
In fact, Harry was so occupied thinking that he didn't notice the figure walking up behind him.

"Potter, slacking off as usual it seems..." a voice behind him drawled.
Oh yes, it just had to be that bastard. Harry could just tell he was smirking.

"Fuck off Malfoy, you stupid git," Harry replied, swerving round in his seat to glance at Malfoy.
Point assured. The bastard was smirking.

"Manners Potter or I'll have to give you a detention. You see, I, unlike you, have been made prefect. This means that I, unlike you, have the power to hand out punishments."

"Yeah, but you, unlike me, are a git, so get out and leave me alone."

"That's it Potter 10 points fro-" Malfoy started before being interrupted by Madam Pince, the librarian.
"Take your arguments outside!" she yelled, and she dragged both of them by their ears to the door, pushing them through it.

Both boys landed in a heap on the floor. Harry's glasses flew off by the stairs while Draco's bag spilled most of his belongings.
Harry sighed to himself; this was all Malfoy's fault, the obnoxious prat. And where were his glasses? That git better not have taken them…or he really was in trouble.
And what was more, why was Malfoy on top of him? ...that'd have to change.
Harry quickly murmured "Accio Glasses" and slipped them back on.

*****

Draco grunted. Just perfect, just as he was going to wipe that smirk of Potter's face that old hag had to come and ruin it.
And what's this. Potter… underneath him?
Draco blinked.
Well this was a great advantage.

"Hey Potter, what's the weather like down there?" Draco added his trademark smirk.

"Fuck off Malfoy" Potter mumbled and shoved Draco roughly off of him.

"Don't touch me, Gryffindork!" Draco yelled at Potter, who was now standing up, wand in hand.

"You better shut your mouth Malfoy because if you haven't already noticed, I'm the one with the wand!" Potter snapped back.

Draco smirked to himself; Potter must have not seen the wand he was concealing under his cloak. Stupid Gryffindors.
"Locomotor Mortis!" Draco yelled aiming his wand at Potter's feet. Potter obviously didn't know what had hit him.

*****

One word ran through Harry's mind; Shit.
Harry's legs locked together and he began to fall to the floor, quickly Harry pointed his wand at Malfoy and shouted "Expelliarmus!"
Malfoy's wand flew straight from his hand and rolled just out of reach towards Harry.

Harry grinned and lunged at Malfoys wand, managing to grasp hold of the end. He then muttered a quick "Finite Incartum", releasing the binding on his legs. Harry swiftly hoisted himself up and glanced at Malfoy who was facing opposite him, arms crossed.
Harry sighed to himself.

"Potter." Malfoy scowled. "My Wand."

"Surely purebloods were taught manners..." Harry grinned.

"…Please" Malfoy muttered, grinding his teeth slightly.

"Can't hear you, sorry," Harry shrugged.

He'd gone too far though as Malfoy lunged at Harry, pushing him right against the wall. It was only then that Harry realised that Malfoy was indeed a few inches taller than him. Bloody Slytherin.
Unfortunately for Malfoy, Harry sent the leg locking curse straight at his feet. Malfoy's legs were bound together, but the cunning Slytherin seemed to have a trick up his sleeve. He grabbed hold of Harry's tie, pulling the Gryffindor down with him.
Both of the boys fell, yet again, onto the corridor floor. Harry sighed; he seemed to be doing a lot of that around Malfoy.
He glanced up at Malfoy who was no doubtedly sitting on him.
Harry blinked. A small flush scattered across his face.

"Malfoy. Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me" Harry snarled.

"..No" Malfoy smirked. "Not until you give me my wand at least, that's for sure."

Harry was not at all happy to admit that Malfoy really did have the upper hand.
Grudgingly he gave Malfoy's wand back.

*****

Draco grinned victoriously. Draco always won, especially against Gryffindorks.

"Help me up Malfoy," Potter growled.

"And give me one reason why I should?" Draco sneered back.

"Because if you don't I'll hex your arse off!"

Draco scowled (he certainly didn't want to be back at the hospital wing with a bat bogey hex again) and held his hand out. He had to admit, Potter was far better than him at Defence against the Dark Arts.

"Come on Potter, haven't got all day."

Potter took his hand but instead of getting up he just pulled Draco down with him and swiftly launched himself off the floor.

"I haven't got all day either. Night, Malfoy!" Harry grinned triumphantly.
Draco glared daggers at Harry and reached for his wand just as he was interrupted.

"Ah Malfoy, you don't want to get hexed do you?" The Gryffindor smirked and turned his back on Draco, walking slowly down the corridor.

And Potter with his back to him was too good a chance to miss.
Draco lunged at his wand and yelled "Locomotor Mortis!" The spell hit perfectly. Draco smirked as he saw Potter's look of shock as he fell, once again, on the floor.

"Night then Potter" Draco smirked. "Oh and ten points from Gryffindor for assaulting a prefect."

Harry groaned. Just great, and where was his essay? He had sworn he had left it in his bag…
Harry glanced at the place Malfoy had been; there was the parchment his essay was on, ripped in half.

"BASTARD!" Harry yelled down the hallway.

Malfoy grinned and carried on walking.
Life was good.

TBC..

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