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Chapter Two- Training

Hermione made her self comfy in seat which was a in a dark corner of the room, quietly she slid the chair slightly to the left to get a better view, and waited to see what would happen.

"So, have you been practicing today?" asked Lupin as he laid his outer robes on the back of the seat beside him.

"Of course!" said Draco, forcing a look of mock hurt onto his face at the professors thinking that he had not done his homework.

"In potions today I saw a few things floating around the room." Supplied Snape.

'Yes' thought Hermione to herself 'I remember my potion bottles floating back over to the closet before I had a chance to put them away'

"Are you sure he didn't use his wand?" Dumbledore asked Snape.

"No," said Draco "He had my want for the entire lesson."

"Good, good." Smiled the headmaster. He turned around and started to set up glass bottle in a line along the floor. Dumbledore took a few steps back and gave Draco a small nod.

After staring at the line of targets for a few moments, as if calculating what to do, he took a few steps back to distance himself from the bottles. Then without the use of his wand, he started firing curses at them.

"Avifors!" the blonde boy yelled and first of the fifteen bottle turned into a beautiful dove.

"Diffindo!" he shouted without a moments pause, and the second bottle split down the sides, cracking from the bottom to the top.

"Engorgio" and third bottle doubled in size.

"Flipendo" Hermione jumped slightly, as the bottle flew backwards and smashed on the wall.

"Reducto" with this spell the bottle was blasted aside.

Draco continued his assault on the bottles until each and every target had been hit. By the time he had finished, eight of the bottles lay in pieces on the floor and the others were in various shapes and sized.

Having not paused once during the whole sceptical, Draco was breathing heavily, with his hand on his chest as if he was in pain. He took a final deep breath and turn to face the professors.

"Very good Draco, your getting better each day!" Praised Tonks, speaking for the first time that night. "You need a bit more stamina baby cousin. That seemed to take a lot out of you."

"Hmm" agreed the weary boy as he plopped to the floor. He was staring intently at professor Snape, who met his icy glare with one as hard as steel. Suddenly an amused smile plastered itself onto the potions professors face. Hermione was too shocked at seeing the usually strict professor smiling, that she did not see the look of horror that Draco had.

"No!" said the boy in defiance. "Look I've got quidditch in the morning, I'll be exhausted if I dual you!" he pleaded.

Snape's only response was to remove his robe and get into the traditional slytherin fighting pose.

She heard Draco groan, and watched as he pushed himself to his feet.

"One dual!" Draco commanded. "I cant keep up to Potter as it is, I don't want to be a laughing stock when I cant even stay awake on my broom!"

Dumbledore noisily cleared his throat and Draco groaned again.

"Harry. I can't keep up to Harry. Happy now?" stressing the name 'Harry' in fake annoyance.

"Quite." Replied Dumbledore as he laughed along with the other teachers.

As the professors stopped mocking him, the blonde haired boy got into position opposite Snape. After a slight pause, Draco began the dual by throwing the first curse.

"Stupefy!" he yelled as quick as lightning, a small spark flashing on his outstretched hand.

Snape pointed his wand at Draco and quickly countered with a mumbled "Expelliarmus." But just as quickly fell to the floor as the counter did not work to disarm the boy.

Draco chuckled and knelt down beside the fallen teacher. "Ennervate." The professor woke up with a start and jumped to his feet looking wildly around. When his eyes focused on Draco, he groaned and rubbed the back of his head with his hand.

"No wand." He grunted figuring that was why the disarming spell hadn't worked.

Draco was about to make another teasing comment, but froze as a searing pain ran up his left arm.

He fell to his knees in pain, clutching the arm close to his chest. The sting soon faded away and an exhausted Draco fell forward onto his hands.

"He's angry, he wants us all there now!" said Snape standing up and passing Draco his robes and wand.

"Someone up there just doesn't want me to play quidditch do they!" moaned Draco, and although all the teachers seamed tense, they managed to let out a laugh.

Draco pushed his bone weary body to his feet and donned his robes and placed his wand in its usual place of his right back pocket. He stood next to Snape, who placed his hand on the boys shoulder for comfort.

Draco just nodded grumpily. "Let's go."

A chorus of 'good luck' and 'be careful' ran around with room, and with a pop, Snape and Draco disappeared in a cloud of green smoke.

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