Harry and Hermione were walking alone down an empty corridor late one evening – a few days after Dumbledore's talk with Spider-Man – heading away from the library.

Dumbledore seemed to have turned down the security a notch, at least against Spider-Man. But the Aurors were here on orders from the Ministry, so there were still some of them that tried to get a shot in.

Harry was just glad that he didn't have to worry about getting attacked by an army of Aurors again.

"So, you have anything special to do tomorrow?" Hermione held her books close to her chest while they slowly walked down the corridor. "Any web slinging planned for tomorrow night?"

Harry scratched his neck nervously. "Not what I know. I mean… I could make an exception."

Hermione smiled.

"You're sure? Isn't it usually at weekends when crime is at its highest?"

Harry scoffed.

"What?" she raised her eyebrows. "Aren't you allowed to enjoy some time off?"

"Not when my best friend is still missing."

She sighed. "Does that mean no date then?"

"Alright, where do you wanna go?"

"Harry, I know that Ron is missing, I'm not completely heartless."

"Oh, you have your moments."

She looked at him with a tiny smile in the corner of her mouth.

"What I'm trying to say is", she said as they stopped close to a nearby wall. "You have to realize who you are, Harry."

"Hermione, I know who I am alright?" she raised her eyebrows with a look of doubt on her face. "Sorry. I mean, do you really think I have multiple personalities?"

Hermione shook her head. "No, that's not what I meant! Just let Spider-Man take a day off. I want to spend the day with you, Harry. You have to realize if this is going to work, you can't be Spider-Man all year around."

"Yeah, no I get that", he put his arms around her waist. "It's a painful job, but someone's gotta do it. But just one day, okay?"

She smiled. "That'll do, I suppose. And if you don't have complaints, maybe we can start early tonight?"

He smiled back and kissed her.

But it didn't take long before a sudden voice interrupted them.

"Potter, Granger!" Harry winced, pulling away from Hermione.

Only a couple of feet away stood professor McGonagall, furiously staring at them.

"Wandering around the castle? At this hour? Didn't you two learn anything from your previous years?"

Hermione was blushing. "Sorry, professor McGonagall! We just got back from the library. We'll be going now."

With haste they went past McGonagall, but as Harry went past her, he heard her say something under her breath.

"Filthy mud-blood lover."

Harry stopped and turned around, staring at McGonagalls back as she walked down the corridor. Something wasn't right, he could sense it from a long way.

He pulled his gloves and mask out of his pockets.

Hermione looked at him with confusion. "What?"

"I've got something to check out. You hurry back, I'll be back soon", he webbed his clothes to the ceiling, revealing the rest of his suit.

Hermione sighed.

"Don't be long."

He looked at her as he put on his gloves.

"I won't."

Lastly, he pulled down the mask over his head and webbed his way to the ceiling. As quick as he could, he followed professor McGonagall where she was headed: the library.

She was heading to the Restricted Section. He watched her from a safe distance as she entered through the gates before quickly catching up.

But instead of professor McGonagall, there stood Draco Malfoy. It seemed like he was searching through the books after something, constantly looking over his shoulder.

Confused, Harry got closer, right above him. Malfoy desperately threw out book after book on the ground, like he was in a hurry.

He went around to the other side of the shelf and started looking through the books there as well.

Maybe it was time to ask a few questions.

"Hey, pal. You're looking for me?"

Malfoy stared up, with his face covered in fear. Harry dropped from the ceiling, knocking Malfoy over on the ground.

He grabbed Malfoy by the collar. "Alright, butter-fingers. Spill it."

"W-what?"

Harry punched the floor beside Malfoy's head, making him yell out some sort of squealing noise. It felt great seeing him on the other side of the fence for once.

"Wrong answer!"

"I-I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, I…"

Harry loosened his grip, pulling Malfoy up on his feet.

He dusted off Malfoys shoulders. "Alright, buddy. You can go now, that's all I wanted to hear."

Malfoy was shaking out of fear, looking at him with uncertainty. "I-I can go?"

"No!" Harry grabbed him again, smashing him into the nearby bookshelf, knocking down a few books in the process. "Not only did you make a mess, you also had the disguise of Minerva McGonagall! Why? So you could steal some books?"

"H-he told me to!"

"Who?" Harry slammed Malfoy into the bookshelf once.

Malfoy's lips were shuddering, but only getting out unintelligible nonsense.

Harry sighed. "Alright", he webbed Malfoy stuck to the ceiling.

"Y-you're insane!" Malfoy stuttered.

Harry sat beside him on the ceiling. "Not such a big bad bully now after all, huh? Now tell me: who sent you here? Or do you want me to ask someone else?"

Malfoy gave out a high-pitched scream. "No! Don't go after my mom, please! She have nothing to do with this! Please don't!"

He patted Draco's forehead. "I doubt that, Draco-boy. Just tell me, and daddy won't get a new cellmate tomorrow morning. I promise."

Malfoy stared at him for a few seconds, before opening his mouth again.

"W-wil…"

Harry yawned. "Hurry up, will you? I don't got all night to hang here."

"Wilfred… J-jade. He… he wanted me to get some old book in here!"

Harry grabbed him by his hair, making him yelp out of pain. "For what? Tell me, or you can wave goodbye to dear old mom!"

"No, no! Okay! Okay! H-he said it will give me powers! Like yours! Something about extracting spider-venom! That's all I know!" Malfoy just looked at him, scared out of his mind.

Harry let go of him, half-shocked, half-panicked. He took a few breaths, trying to come to senses with what Malfoy just said.

"Alright, so where is he?"

"The dungeons. His office – it have a hidden door, the switch is behind the desk. Please, let me go!"

"Thanks chump", Harry made his way towards one of the windows. "I'll be sure to send some sweets for your co-operation. Actually, no I won't."

Malfoy started screaming. "Don't leave me here! Please! Help! Help…"

Harry webbed his mouth shut. "Eh, the webbing dissolves within an hour, you'll be fine."

He slammed the window open and swung away, heading towards the dungeons.

Malfoy hadn't been lying; there was a switch to a hidden door behind Jade's desk. Harry watched as a part of the wall slowly slid open, revealing a narrow path leading into the darkness.

"This guy ticks all the boxes for the cliché villain. Seriously, even Umbridge is more creative", he shuddered just thinking of the pink room filled with kittens along its walls.

He walked into the darkness and as he did, a light lit up one by one before him.

"Alright, what's next? Is he going to talk to me over a speaker, mocking and threatening me before we fight?"

Harry threaded slowly, watching his every step. As the narrow path opened up to an open, lit-up room, Harry heard snoring and spotted someone strapped to a gurney, seemingly unconscious.

The walls were lined with glass-shelves filled with odd armory and weaponry he never had seen before; maybe stolen from the Muggle military. It looked too high-tech to be any of the old armors at Hogwarts.

Mostly everything was laced with emerald green, with a bit of grey silver in there; slick and sharp swords, some sort of flying device with bindings for a pair of feet, orange bombs, green armor and a whole bunch of other things he couldn't put a name on.

But what he didn't understand was: how would it work within Hogwarts walls if it all relied on electricity?

Maybe Hermione could figure out what it was and who it belonged to. He grabbed some sort device, small enough to fit in his pocket.

His eyes directed towards the strapped down person.

"Ron? Is that you?" Harry rushed towards the gurney.

It was indeed Ron, snoring away even if his life was in danger. A needle was stuck in his arm, connected to some kind of life-support, constantly making a beeping noise.

Harry shook him desperately, trying to wake him even though he knew it was an impossible task.

"Hey! Ron, wake up!"

Ron didn't move. There was only one thing to do, then.

He undid the straps with nervous and desperate fingers, lifting Ron over his shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll get out of this horror-show."

AUTHORS NOTES

It's messed up when the bullied becomes the bully. And this is exactly what happens; after years of Draco bullying him and his friends, Harry finally has a chance to get some payback. He essentially lets his powers go to his head.