After a bit, Ron came back in, tired and panting, clothes askew.

"What happened to you?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

Ron shook his head before he could get words out.

"I just..overheard Malfoy..talking."

"WHAT THE FUCK IS MALFOY DOING HERE??" Harry said, eyes beginning to glow red again as he stood up.

"LEAD ME TO HIM," He commanded Ron, who was too frightened to disobey. Hermione and Ginny followed.

Ron led them to another car where they heard voices within. Hermione cast a nonverbal auditory enhancement spell so they could listen in.

"…and then V-vold-d-em-mort gave ME the job to protect this horcrux."

"LISTEN TO HIM," Harry said in his commanding voice, but quietly. "THINKS HE'S SUCH A BADASS BUT CAN BARELY BRING HIMSELF TO SAY THE NAME OF THE VERY ONE HE SERVES."

With that, he kicked in the door.

"What the fuck??" Malfoy cried, and Crabbe and Goyle sprang up to defend him.

"MALFOY, I CHALLENGE YOU TO A WIZARD DUEL!!"

"I accept!"

"Nooooooooooooooo," cried a conductor, rushing into the room from Hammerspace. "Dueling in here is not allowed! But once a duel is accepted, it must be followed through! Follow me, we have a special dueling car on this train."

They followed the conductor, the whole party of them, Harry, Draco and company. They exited the passenger car they were in and passed a threshold into another car. When the door opened, they all gasped in shock (all except of course the conductor, who had been expecting it) as it was a huge room, much larger than the car could have been. It was dimly lit save for the very middle, which was brightly lit. There was a low circle, outlined in a wooden structure, which was lit up. The party correctly guessed this was the dueling ring. Around it was darkened stadium seating. On the far walls, grotesque gargoyles were carved into the stone. Yes, the walls were stone. Magic is a wonderfully confusing thing.

"Oi, oi say!" said one of the gargoyles to another. "We 'aven't 'ad a good duel in 'ere fer…oh, twenny-even anna 'alf yeahs, 'ave we?"

"Aye! 'ats roight, 'eve! 'S 'sciting, innit?"

"What the fuck are they saying?" Draco mumbled, only to be struck by the conductor.

"Shut the fuck up and listen," he said. "Now that there has been a challenge, it MUST be finished! All right, Potter, Malfoy, pick your seconds. Since Potter issued the challenge, he must pick first. The seconds will stand in the box behind the ring."

"I pick…Hermione Granger!" Harry said after a bit of thought. Everyone else looked shocked, including Hermione.

"She's practically the smartest witch in the world," Harry said as way of explanation.

"Well Potter," Malfoy said smoothly, recovering. "If you picked your girlfriend," (as he said this, Ron went red with anger) "I'll use mine. Patty!"

Hermione and Patty stepped into the boxes behind their respective firsts.

"Now since Potter issued the challenge, Malfoy will choose the weapon," the conductor explained.

"Any spell…no holds barred," Malfoy said, his steely gaze gripping Harry.

"All right, wands out!" Both wizards pulled out their wands and gripped them hard.

"BEGIN!"

"'Ey, 'eve, want sum pop't corn?" said the gargoyle.

"Dun mind if aye 'oo" replied the other.

Harry quickly cast a generic shield as he prepared his first offensive spell. Draco's first spell came flying at him, and his shield moved to intercept it. Both of them fizzled out, and Harry launched his attack.

"Spectrumspulchra!" he cried, the same spell he'd attacked Draco with before. But Draco was prepared this time. As soon as he heard that, he cast the appropriate counterspell.

"You'll have to try harder than that, Potter," Malfoy taunted.

Suddenly Harry knew what he had to do. He had to use a non-verbal spell. Malfoy's next attack came flying toward him and hit him square in the chest. It burned his robe and scorched his skin, but he gritted his teeth and cast his best non-verbal spell.

Autoerotica Vesli! he thought with all his might toward Malfoy.

Malfoy froze and then began convulsing as the spell pleasured him. He started to writhe on the floor. After 10 seconds of this, the conductor spoke up:

"The winner is Harry Potter!"

Hermione ran over to him and waved her wand over the burnt part of his chest, healing it.

"Oh Harry, I was worried!" she said, hugging him.

Ron watched, bubbling within, with his penis hardening as he imagined Malfoy naked in his room tied to his bed waiting to be fucked-- All of a sudden Ron realized his gay tendencies and figured he was being controlled. Wondering who was casting this spell, he looked around the room. He doubted any of the girls would be man enough, so that left Malfoy, Harry, or the Conductor. Malfoy was most likely, considering it was him that was giving him pleasure, but before he could figure out the culprit, the Conductor let out a sigh of relief and said "Duel Over, oh, and everyone can return to their respective cars." As they were leaving the Conductor put his arm over Ron and winked at him. Shuddering, Ron orgasmed under his robe, cock as big and hard as a rhino's penis.

"I swear mates, he was coming on to me!"

"It's in your head Ron," Harry replied to him. "No one thinks you're hot."

"But but-" Ron protested.

"I think he's handsome," Hermione defended, kissing him on the cheek. "Looks like I've got some competition," she chided.

"What does it mean that he was attracted to me?"

"Obviously, he's a pervert," Hermione said calmly, logically.