Chapter 3-
"Loose your footing, Potter?" Malfoy replied still leaning against the wall. He was looking at Harry with disgust. Harry just stared back. "Don't think I'm going to forget what you did today Potter. Mark my words, I'll be getting you back."
"As far as I'm concerned you got what you deserved, Malfoy," Harry replied. Malfoy was looking at Harry with more than disgust. It looked like hatred.
"Just wait until my-"
" '-Father hears about this?' Didn't hear that one coming. What is he going to do expel me? Why don't you try doing something WITHOUT your father's help?" Harry was nearly in Malfoy's face. One step closer would have brought them nose-to-nose. Then, Harry felt as though Malfoy had punched him in the stomach, but Harry flew a lot farther. He landed on the bottom steps leading to the fourth floor and Malfoy was headed slowly towards him with an evil glint in his eye and his wand out. Had Malfoy snapped? Harry got quickly to his feet and made his way onto the fourth floor. A bright puce light shot out of Malfoy's wand. Harry jumped sideways to dodge the spell. Malfoy looked insane. What was wrong with him? He needed to get closer to the great hall for someone to see them. It didn't matter to Harry if he was caught out of bed at night tonight. It seemed more important to get though the night. Harry took off down the next flight of stairs when he heard another loud bang. He spun around to see a red light coming towards him. Harry jumped onto the banister and slid all the way to the Third floor. He was getting closer.
"Are you scared? Want to run away like usual?" Malfoy called. If he kept talking this loud a prefect was sure to catch him. But Harry wasn't a runner. He pulled out his wand, ran a few steps back up the staircase and shot a white light back at Malfoy. He wasn't going to take this sitting down. Suddenly, the floor started to move. No, not the floor but the staircase the two of them were on. Harry was so distracted with the staircase moving that he didn't see the puce-colored light coming right at his chest. Harry tried to move but it was too late. He was thrust backward and lost his footing at the edge of the stairs. He started to drop, but managed to grab a hold of the last stair. Malfoy was laughing. He knew as well, what was to happen next. Harry would be crushed if he didn't get up in time. And if he fell who knows what would happen to him. He started to pull himself up, glasses falling slightly down his nose--which made him dizzy-- when Malfoy came into view above him. His blonde hair was gleaming almost as much as the sneer he was showing under his curled lip. Harry reached in his pocket for help. He felt a stink pellet in the pocket of his robes. Before he could realize what he had done, Harry had thrown the pellet at Malfoy's face and pulled himself up with all his might. The staircase was coming close to another landing and Malfoy was busy fighting off the smell that had penetrated his robes. Harry couldn't help himself from smiling at Malfoy waving around his robes like he had a bee in them. Once the staircase came together again, Harry walked casually onto the second floor. If Malfoy didn't get caught from his yelling and hexes shooting everywhere, the stench would surely give him away. All Harry had to do was stay out of the way. He knew just the spot. He took off in a sprint down one of the hallways on the second floor and didn't stop until he reached a portrait of a very old man. The man was sleeping inside his frame, snoring so much he kept blowing himself and the picture frame sideways. Harry held the picture to one side to find a crawl space behind it. He started to crawl into it when someone grabbed him by the shirt. It was a boy with Blackish-brown hair and dark eyes. In the room with him were two other boys one very skinny and the other short, and a girl with red hair. Surprising enough for Harry, they looked relieved that it was he.
"Mother lovin' son-of-a-squib, Potter, we thought someone had found us. What took you so long?" The deep-eyed boy said. Harry was so shocked he merely replied,
"Malfoy."
"He didn't follow you did he?" the skinny one asked coming over.
"Of course not!" exclaimed the dark-haired student. "You think Potter would let him do that? What did you do to him this time?"
"That isn't important, Black." remarked the girl. "Just as long as he's ok. You are alright, right?" Her eyes looked familiar. Then it occurred to Harry. She had called that other boy, Black.