Henry had cornered Harry and Draco after they had eaten. He was not happy about having detention while his 'No-good twin' got on the Quidditch team.

"Think you're so clever, Harry?" Sneered Henry. It infuriated him to know that he couldn't call him by his last name. That was his last name also.

Harry rolled his eyes at his twin. "Go away, Henry." He said.

"Now why would I do that?" Snarled Henry. "If you're so good, let's see you win a Wizard's Duel. Trophy Room, 11:00."

Harry had no idea what a Wizards Duel was and he didn't want to find out. He was about to refuse when Draco answered for him.

"He can take you any day. I'll be his second."

"Ron's mine." He pointed at Weasley from behind him. "See you later."

Harry glared at his twin before turning towards Draco.

"What was that for?" He asked.

"What?" Draco asked back.

"Why did you accept? What is a Wizards Duel?"

"Oh." Draco answered, "A Wizards Duel is a duel that involves spells. They usually have a second in case they die." His voice faltered before coming back to full strength, " He wanted you to refuse and if you did, he would spread rumors about you being a coward."

Harry had to admit. That did make sense but that didn't mean he didn't like it. He did not want to die by his own brother. I mean, yeah, he knew a bit a spells but none that would save his arse. Henry had years of training while Harry was stuck with the Dursley's.

Harry could only hope Draco knew more spells than him.

What if they got caught? What if he was expelled? He had just gotten out of a possible expulsion!

He groaned and shook his head. "We better not get expelled."

"We won't. People duel all the time." Draco reassured him.

Harry chuckled. "Not first years."

HPHPHPHPHPHP

That night, Harry and Draco tried to sneak out but they were caught by Hermoine. "Where are you two going?" She asked. She was dressed in a pink bathrobe and looked angry.

"Nowhere Hermoine." Draco lied. "We aren't going anywhere."

"You're obviously going somewhere. Are you actually going to that duel?" Hermoine sighed.

They started to walk out the door, Hermoine behind them. "You're going to get in trouble. Get back in here." She said.

The portrait closed and Hermoine turned around. The Fat Lady wasn't there anymore. "Look what you two did. Now I can't get back."

"It wasn't our fault. You followed us." Draco pointed out.

"Oh, whatever. I'm coming with you. If we get into trouble, I'll tell them what happened."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Harry said and they continued walking, picking up Neville who couldn't get in.

After getting past Filch, they waited in the Trophy Room. They waited, and waited, and waited. No one showed up.

"He chickened out." Laughed Draco. "I thought he was a Gryffindor."

But he spoke too soon. "What are you two brats doing out of your common room?" They heard Filch say.

Then they heard Henry's voice. "Nothing Sir."

Filch cackled. "Detention with me tomorrow night. Is there anyone else out?" He asked.

There was a pause and then, "Yes sir. Harry Potter and Malfoy are out also."

Draco cursed under his breath. "That bloody git." He whispered. "We have to get out of here."

Harry nodded. "Run... Quietly."

And they ran as quietly as they could down hall, dodging Peeves and Filch. The staircases changed and they found themselves on the third corridor.

"In there." Hermoine whispered. She pulled out her wand and unlocked the door. THe four of them ran in and pushed the door closed beside them.

Filch wouldn't think to check here. He thought it was locked.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. We're safe from Filch."

He heard a squeak from beside him. "But we're not safe from that." He heard Neville whisper.

The other three turned around and came face to face with a huge three-headed dog. Slobber falling down it's chins as it growled at them. "Hi, pretty doggy," Harry stalled. The three heads turned towards Harry. "Bit of advice, RUN!" Harry yelled.

All four of them screamed and ran out of the room.

They ran all the way back to the common room. "Why was that thing here?" Draco said, out of breath.

"It was obviously guarding something." Hermoine said in a 'duh' sort of tone.

"How do you know that?" Asked Neville.

She rolled her eyes, "It was standing on a trap door."

"You were looking at it's feet? I was too busy looking at it's three heads." Harry nearly shouted, exasperated.

Hermoine glared at him. "None of this would have happened if you hadn't been stupid enough to go to that duel."

"Whatever." Harry said. "Let's go to sleep."

They all agreed with him and went to sleep, dreaming of the three-headed dog on the third corridor.