A/n: Two chapters in a row, holy crap! I know… I'm so dramatic…. So there is a simple reason for this. I'm in a good/great/bad/weird/HOLY CRAPOLA, mood… trust me it's odd.
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Almost losing his footing as he stared into the eyes of The Boy Who Lived, Draco choked on spit. Coming to his rescue was Harry Potter, his sworn enemy. Draco didn't think that anyone knew he came outside. Let alone one of his sworn enemies.
For the life of him, Draco couldn't remember why he and Harry Potter were sworn enemies. Thinking back on the previous years at Hogwarts, all Draco could recall was snide and rude comments back and forth, no actual full on physical fights happened between them.
There was first year where he had insulted Weasley, and Hermione, and in which Harry stood up for them, not being rude either. Draco was supposed to hate Muggleborns, people who liked Muggleborns, non-pure wizards or witches, and Harry Potter. Only reason was because his father and mother hated them.
Putting on a determined face, Draco was going to show his father that he wasn't weak, that he could take care of himself, and that he was different from him. Ripping off the cloak from over his body, Draco drew to his full height, wand in hand, and glanced at Harry Potter out of the corner of his eye. All Harry did was draw his wand out, and stand there, watching. Nodding, as if accepting it, Draco waited.
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Harry was surprised when Draco threw off the cloak. Nodding in understanding, he stood there. Knowing that Draco planned on showing his father what he was made of. He drew his wand out, just in case, you never know when you had to block a spell hurled at you.
Tonight there was going to be a battle. A battle of more than just knowledge but of wits, strength, courage, and bravery, a battle between father and son.
Harry looked over at Mr. Malfoy, seeing he was regaining his senses, Harry glanced over at Draco to see him stiffen and tense up, obviously seeing his father was regaining his senses.
Harry back tracked in his mind, thinking, "When did I start calling him Draco?" with that last thought he watched Draco and his father.
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Draco fired a spell next to his fathers' head as a warning. He was prepared to beat his father in a duel of spells, even if it was to the death. He watched as his father quickly gained his feet, drawing his wand out to cast a spell.
His father fired a spell at him, but Draco was quick enough to block it with a spell of his own. Once again a spell was fired at him; it was a sickly green, one he knew he wouldn't be able to block. Thinking quickly, he moved to the side and watched as the spell hit the tree behind him. Instantly the tree started melting into a gooey puddle of dark brown.
Growling, knowing that his father was using his own spells, spells that he had created himself. Thinking back to the training sessions he spied on of his fathers', he recalled a heat seeking spell. He knew this spell would seek out its opponent, not a friend, but a foe; on top of that, it would cause some major damage to the person on the receiving end.
Quickly casting the spell, which took longer than he remembered, he watched as it hit his father square in the chest. Upon impact, his father fell on his ass, coughing up blood, his chest heaving with the great pain of internal bleeding. Draco watched as his father stood up, clutching his chest.
His father snarled out a curse, which went sailing in the direction next to Draco, straight at Harry. Without thinking, Draco cast a spell that pushed Harry away from him, so his fathers curse only met with a tree, which blew up in a flash of sparks and splinters. Draco didn't even flinch when a splinter sailed and sliced his cheek, imbedding its self into his cheek.
He just ignored Harry's grunting of slight pain when his back connected with a tree, he had a duel to finish. He cast spells one right after another, which his father met and blocked them. Realizing that none were getting through he decided to fire the heat seeking spell again at him.
Growling, trying to keep his exhaustion at bay, Draco fired the spell again. Like before it hit his father in the chest, it knocked him on his ass again. However, he didn't get up, he laid flat on his back, blood spewing out of his mouth, he had a few tears of blood coming from his eyes, and his chest was bleeding.
Mouth agape, Draco walked over to his father, he saw that when his father fell back, a rather large splinter went flying and sliced his fathers' cornea. The blood coming from his chest was from a long ago wound reopened from the impact of falling.
Shaking, Draco turned pale and fainted right on the spot. He didn't think he could beat his father. He didn't kill his father, just made him weak, just defeated him, and that's what caused him to faint.
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A/n: Wow, check that out! I actually like how that turned out…. Hmmm, what to do next… Ja Ne!