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The end of the final lesson was a much anticipated part of the day. It was a time the students of Hogwarts were able to do as they pleased for the rest of the evening. Or at least until curfew. Some pupils choose to simply hang around the buildings and common rooms with friends. Some enjoyed friendly, and not so friendly, games of Quidditch. Some did homework, some spoke to teachers and some went to see Hagrid and his creatures. Everyone had something that they wanted to do.

Which is probably why no one paid much attention to a lone light haired figure that was walking towards the lake.

All except one person, who was hiding a piece of parchment, in his breast pocket.

Along the banks of the lake were a number of different trees. Some were oak, some were maple, some were old and some were young. Under an old maple, down the far side of the lake sat a boy.

The boy was blond with the fair complexion, and had a absentminded look upon his elfin face. He was not thinking of much. Just merely enjoying the view. The sun was still up, and cast a warm light upon the lake, which twinkled and winked right back. A small breeze was dancing through the tree leaves and playing with a few pale blond strands of the boys hair.

Draco Malfoy carelessly pushed the strands out of his eyes , and sighed ,content at the moment just to existence. He wasn't thinking about anything and just stared out right ahead, over the lake.

Which is why he did not see the tall figure hurrying towards him, from the school. The boy quickly located the tree which shaded Malfoy and could not help the smirk that crossed his lips:

"Well well, what have we here? Little innocent Draco all by himself." a calm voice drawled.

Draco took his time in looking towards the voice and replied in the standard Malfoy way:

"If there's one thing you should have learnt by now, its that I am anything but innocent, Weasley,". Draco turned away from the red headed boy and once again looked back out towards the lake.

Ronald Weasley scowled. That was not the reaction he had been expecting. A insult was what he was hoping for. Ron tried again.

"So where are your bodyguards? Still doing up there laces? Or did they realise that a creep like you is not worth protecting?" Ron bite out, hoping to goad the boy into a fight. Ron had been spoiling for a fight all day. Ever since…

Draco looked up again at Ron. He took in the scowling face, the furrowed brow and the thin tight lips and merely smirked at the other boy, saying nothing.

This obvious display of arrogance made the other boy see red.

"Who the Hell do you think you are? You think your something really special don't you? Well its time for a reality check. You are no better then any of us, not for your blood, not for your parents, and specially not for your Quidditch skills. What gives you the right to swan about the place and makes others life's miserable? You are Death eater SCUM. You are the most pathetic-!"

"Go …fuck….the mud blood," came the calm composed response. Draco still had not turned his head to look at the red headed boy, and never saw what was coming next.

Draco suddenly felt the hard, smooth, and solid surface of Ron school boot in his ribs, as the other boy kicked him viciously. The force of the kick cause Draco to fall on his side, and curl up ,trying to ease the throbbing pain, now circling in his ribs. Before Draco managed to uncurl and get his wits about him again, Ron rained more kicks into the small boys torso.

'After all' Ron thought 'If Malfoy has no problem kicking people when they're down, why should I. It's all his fault any way. Somebody has to put him in his place. I'm not even kicking very hard. ?'

Noticing that Draco was not fight back as expected, Ron stopped. He suddenly felt very guilty. It was not meant to be like this! Malfoy was meant to fight back! When Ron had found the note saying that Malfoy would be alone, Ron thought it would be the perfect way to start a fight, and get out some of his aggression. Malfoy always brought out the violence in Ron.

Ron felt the huge ,dense, suffocating weight of guilt settle in his stomach. Draco was now breathing normally , and was staring at the ground ,small smile still in place.

There was silence between the two. Had it been night, crickets would have chirped.

Suddenly ,Draco smirked, and slowly and carefully began to stand. He dusted off his robes and stared Ron right in the eye. Then he hit him. As his left hand make contact with Ron's cheek, Draco smiled again.

Turning to walk away, Draco spared one last sentence on Ron;

"What would saint Potter say?"

Draco slowly made his way back to the castle.

Harry was out by the bottom of the grand stair case looking for Ron. He had said something about sorting out a few things, and Harry was getting worried. It was not like Ron not to show up for dinner.

He was standing on the bottom step, listening to the insistent chatter of the paintings, when the main doors were opened and in trooped a very dirty, very messy Draco Malfoy.

"What on earth happened to you?" Harry gasped? It was not like Draco to let himself become so …unkempt. And any change in Draco was of interest to the golden boy.

"What ? Worried for me Potter? I'm touched really. That you would take time away from your fans and pay attention to an unworthy person like myself," Draco voice was laced with sarcasm and spite.

Draco walked up to the stairs and gave Potter a small shove ,pushing him out of his path.

Never one to submit to the blond boy, Harry placed his hands on Draco's chest and shoved right back.

Draco couldn't help the small yelp of pain, as his bruises were touched.

Draco still had his top button undone on his shirt (A/N see chapter one) , and Harry now plainly glimpsed the beginnings of a large mottled blue bruise creeping up the blond boys chest and over his collar bone.

The words were out of his mouth before he knew it,

"Who the HELL touched you!"

A/N

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