Author: SportsNightLover Summary: In first chapter Disclaimer: In first Chapter

While everyone was unenthusiastically stunning their partners, Harry did a shield charm when Dumbledore said stun. Malfoy had cast a spell, obviously not a stunning spell, on only the number two. Almost half of the students in the room were stunned, but a few spells missed. Some of the surrounding people looked around at Harry, because his partner was more then just stunned.

Considering that Malfoy's spell was returned to at him ten times the initial power, he was lying on the floor. Harry didn't know what Malfoy's spell was, but it seemed to have been weak, because Malfoy was getting up, with nothing to indicate injury. Fortunately, none of the teachers seemed to have noticed. By the time that McGonagall had followed the student's gazes, Malfoy was already standing, pointing his wand at Harry. Malfoy didn't realize he was being watched, because he was looking at Harry and shooting a spell right at him. Harry easily blocked it, laughing, because he did see McGonagall, and knew that Malfoy would be in a lot of trouble.

Professor McGonagall practically dragged Malfoy out of the Great Hall, probably to her office, while most of the Gryffindors couldn't control their laughter. Harry included.

"Oh, you think it's funny, do you, Potter?" Snape asked from behind Harry, making him jump and spin around at the same time. He almost fell of balance, due to seeing his most hated teacher in front of him.

Figuring he shouldn't lie, "To be honest, yes, I do."

Snape most likely was going to give him detention, if it weren't for Dumbledore clearing his throat to bring back everyone's attention.

"Harry, obviously you have no partner so you can just-," Dumbledore stopped. The doors opened, and one of the kids ran out. Dumbledore looked around, and then said, "Ah, yes. Mr. Zabini is now free. I'm sure that he would be a good partner."

Harry looked where Dumbledore's eyes were, and noticed that Zabini was, in fact, partner less. He didn't look too happy that Harry was now going to be working with him, but didn't do anything to stop it. Harry slowly walked over to him, and got ready for more instructions.

He didn't think that Zabini was worth risking detention for, so he just followed the instructions that were given. Blaise however, wanted to get revenge for Malfoy.

Again, while they were supposed to be practicing a small assortment of jinxes, Harry put up a strong shield charm. Blaise had been ready, and dodged his own curse, while already shouting a new one. This time, Harry was hit in the stomach. He flew to the floor, hearing some of the Slytherins laughing behind him.

His head hurt and he thought he had broken his arm, but he determinedly got back up right away.

"Expelliarmus," Harry quickly said, making sure he could do a spell without being blocked. It worked, because Zabini's wand flew to Ron's feet.

Ron quickly picked up the wand, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then dropped it, seeing that Snape was, in fact, glaring at him. Harry muttered a curse that hit Blaise in the shoulder, ripping his shirt and bloodying his arm.

Dumbledore quickly dismissed them before Harry could hurt someone else, telling them that he would announce the date of the next meeting at breakfast. Ron, Dean, Seamus, and Neville caught up with Harry in the common room, asking him to explain in detail what had happened.

"First, I started against Malfoy," Harry explained to them. "He said a spell on two, so I quickly put up a shield charm. It was deflected and hit Malfoy. Next, I was to practice with Blaise. I didn't want any more trouble, but it came to me anyway. He said a curse, which I deflected again, and then he dodged it. He shot another curse at me, and it hit my stomach," he involuntarily rubbed his bruised stomach.

"What happened next?" Ron asked, bouncing up and down on his armchair.

"Well, I got up, disarmed him, and sent a spell at him."

"Did it hit?" Seamus asked. Harry nodded, and pointed at his right shoulder.

"I think he was crying," Dean added, even though they all knew he wasn't.

"Yeah, I think so, too," Ron agreed.

"You know you really shouldn't lie like that. And why are you all so excited about breaking the rules? Harry will probably get into big trouble because of this," Hermione said, not looking up from her homework.

"It was his fault!" Harry defended himself. "He didn't follow the rules. I was going to be nice."

"That's not how you made it seem a minute ago."

"Hermione, give it a rest. Harry was just defending himself. Did you want him to be hit with a spell only Zabini knows?" Ron argued.

"No, but Blaise would have gotten into trouble, not Harry."

"He got what he deserved. And besides, he's a Slytherin, they always get off easy," Ron said, taking out his homework to signal the end of the conversation. Realizing what he was doing, he put his books back and went to bed. "Goodnight Harry."

Dean, Seamus, and Neville had run away at the first hint of a fight. 'Smart,' Harry thought to himself. 'These can sometimes get ugly.'

The next morning, all the Gryffindors were thanking Harry for what they had always wanted to do, attack a Slytherin.

"He started it," Harry yelled over his shoulder to the passing first year, while entering the Great Hall.

After their fourth course was cleared, Dumbledore rose. The hall fell into a deathly silence. It was a little eerie.

"This announcement concerns only the members of the Dueling Club," he began, looking sternly into the audience. "The next meeting will be held on Saturday next week. Again, only seventh years are invited, and underage students aren't allowed," he ended with his usual warm smile, but still had seriousness in his eyes. "With that, enjoy the rest of your day."