"Professor." The word snaps one Severus Snape's head to attention, as his peace and quiet is disturbed by one of the few people he'd like to see less than a newly living James Potter.

"Mr. Malfoy." He drawls, keeping his composure despite knowing what comes next is likely to be completely unreasonable. "To what, do I owe the honor?" The boy smiles, no rather he grins, wide at his inquiry and Severus Snape already regrets their interaction.

"Well, professor, a little birdy informed me that we might be blessed with a Dueling Club and I—"

"No Mr. Malfoy, I cannot, in good conscience, train you in dueling." You're already a Grade A menace, imagine what you'd be with training and refinement, are the unspoken words. Predictably, the boy's grin all but disappears.

"But Uncle Sev," the boy all but whines, shocking the Head of Slytherin House, "I won't tell, if you won't." And there it is, the return of the grin. To think he almost…

"I'm afraid I must decline M—Draco. It would reflect…poorly on my character if I were to allow 'family' ties to sway my judgment." Hopefully the nepotism excuse would be enough to dissuade the so-called King of Slytherin. The boy's reputation has painted a certain picture, and Severus doesn't wish to fight him, specifically because of the very "family" ties he just mentioned.

"I see." The boy's grin disappears once more and he appears…deep in thought. There's a brief flicker of something dark in his eyes, darker than usual, and the Potions Master almost reaches for his wand, but in that same instant, it disappears. The boy looks up at him, staring him in the eyes with a look of disappointment, and an expression that shows just how unhappy he is at the professor's decision. "Very well then, professor, if that's how you want to do it." The Potions Professor tenses at the seemingly hostile words, but it is all for naught, as the demon child simply walks to the door, to exit his classroom. The boy does stop however, and look back, wanting to get the last word no doubt. "Oh, and I wouldn't be too quick to dismiss those 'family' ties, Uncle Sev." The Second Year stops to lick his lips. "Sometimes, they are all that stands between us and the unthinkable."

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Not much time passes before the little birdy is right, and Dueling Club is introduced. Professor Snape stands at the helm of it…along with the buffoon of a Defense Against Dark Arts professor, Potter fanboy himself, Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Alright everybody, now let's split you off into pairs!" Comes the jubilant voice of the dimwitted fraud, and Draco cannot help but to roll his eyes. Dutifully he goes to meet the other half of his pair, and…he is pleasantly surprised. Angelina Johnson he believes her name is, a third year Gryffindor who surprises him on the count of being Black. Fully aware of the lack of melanin in his current life, the young boy formerly known as Thriller still cannot help but to feel a certain way about the Gryffindor chaser in all of her chocolate-skinned beauty, and a part of him wonders if her being a girl is a sort of…bluff by Snape to ensure he wouldn't hurt his partner too much. A bluff the greasy-haired professor would win. For now.

"Angelina, is it?" He calls out, causing the girl to narrow her eyes and send a spell his way. Only after he blocks it, effortlessly, with a smirk on his face, does she respond.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" She asks, suspicious, as he doesn't even throw a spell back her way. The young Slytherin shrugs.

"To talk, mostly." The Gryffindor chaser almost double takes at that, but instead she decides to try another stunning spell.

"To talk." She repeats, dryly, as he easily swats her spell aside.

"Yes, to talk." He confirms. "it's not often I get to talk to…" He stops to inhale slightly. "Someone like you." She narrows her eyes at his words, unsure of the meaning.

"Someone like me. As in…?"

"Black, beautiful." Another three spells are sent his way, in quick succession, and again he blocks them.

"Is this a joke?" She questions, confused at the younger boy's demeanor towards her. She remembers what he was like in their game, and even at the practice where he terrorized the one muggleborn girl along with Fred's little brother.

"Far from it." He responds with his usual sinister grin, which does…not help her feel better about the situation. "Can a man not compliment a young lady on her appearance?" At this point, Angelina's given up on the duel, seeing how much he outclasses her and all. She still throws the occasional spell of course, but the result is always the same.

"No." She answers finally. "A Slytherin boy just doesn't do that." She retorts. "Especially not a Malfoy." Draco only smiles in her direction as he quickly disarms her, feeling the oncoming intervention by Snape, as most of the 'duels' had devolved into chaos.

"Well I do." He gestures, bringing her closer to him with a show of effortless wandless magic. She cannot help but to widen her eyes in both shock and a slight bit of fear, when she suddenly flies through the air and towards her opponent. In just a moment, the two are separated by only a meter or so of distance. "I'm not like the others." He explains as he gets closer to her, causing her to take a defensive stance, ready to fight if she needs to. Ultimately, she does nothing when the younger boy gets much, much closer, enough to put his lips to her ears. "And I do think you look nice today." Before he can continue, the Potions Professor intervenes, putting an end to the duels, causing the young Slytherin King to roll his eyes in annoyance. "Later." He says, returning to his place with a smirk, leaving the older girl shaken.

As the two professors attempt to gain control over the class and restore order, Draco has to wonder if he left a good impression on the girl…on Angelina. He made sure not to hurt her, and he did compliment her after all, so he should be fine…He's knocked out of his thoughts when the two professors each make a single pick, something about showing the club how to duel, and he sees not only Potter being chosen, by Lockhart, as expected, but also his best mate Blaise being chosen by Snape. Now this is interesting.

The two exchange a few spells, and it's clear that Blaise has the upper hand, even if it is just a demonstration. Then comes the fun part, where the professors have the two imitate an actual duel. From that point on, Blaise handles Potter with ease. With poise and with skill. Draco's pretty sure the boy has received training of some kind and…he narrows his eyes as he considers the possibilities. Either way, the match is over quickly, with Blaise blocking a disarming spell, hitting Potter with a leg locking charm, a blasting charm to spin him in mid-air, and then a Serpensiorta to follow up the attack on the downed Gryffindor. The dark-skinned boy remains composed despite his apparent victory, only letting a small smile come to his lips, as his opponent is forced to face down a snake. Potter is defiant however, a fire in his eyes as he begins…hissing at the snake. An interesting strategy to say the least and strangely, it works, at least somewhat, as the snake stays its movement and doesn't attack how it's meant to. Draco raises an eyebrow at 'Uncle' Sev's reaction of exasperation, as he moves to intervene in this one-sided duel.

"I think it's safe to say, that Mr. Zabini is the winner." He drawls as he points his wand at the conjured snake. Lockhart appears dejected at the news, but still somewhat upbeat as he usually is.

"Ah, yes, I suppose he is." He then takes out his wand, much to the panic of all who know exactly how competent he is. "Well then, let's get rid of that dreadful snake." Everyone in the know, namely himself, Blaise, Snape, and Nott, have their eyes widen in caution as they can only imagine how this incompetent idiot of a professor will muck things up.

"That will not be necessary!" Snape insists, but it's far too late, the red-headed professor has already made his move. He sends…a blasting charm it seems, one that merely displaces the snake and sends it flying towards…Draco of all people. Without even moving or blinking, the King of Slytherin reduces the snake to ash. He then turns to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor with an eyebrow raised.

"If you're going to attack me, professor, it's got to be better than that." He muses with a grin. The buffoon looks on in shock at what went down, unable to right his mind and offer his blubbering condolences, so Draco continues. "You know that they say, if you come at the King, you best not miss." Silence, an awkward silence for the professors, and more of a…terror-induced silence for the Slytherin house overtakes the Great Hall. "Or…was that an invitation for me to make my way to the stage?" He questions with a wide smile and a sinister look. Immediately, Professor Snape attempts to intervene.

"Mr. Malfoy, I don't—"But the dimwitted professor talks over him, ruining his efforts to save his own skin.

"Aha! Of course that is what I was doing! I'm glad you've accepted my rather, intense invitation." He glances around to see if anyone is buying it, and they seem like they are. "Mr. Malfoy, step right up and take your spot!" He beckons. "Now, who wants to—"

"I must insist, Lockhart, that Mr. Malfoy face at least a Sixth-Year—!" The Potions Professor all but pleads. Lockhart, not clued in to who Draco is, turns around in shock, a nervous smile on his visage as he faces the dark-haired professor.

"A Sixth Year? Why, Mr. Malfoy here is barely—!" He is met by an unwavering expression on Snape's face that says 'this is happening', and the smile fades. "I mean," he stops to clear his throat and save face, "of course, a Sixth Year, I suppose that's only fair. I…uh…" He looks around for one and comes upon a name that Draco is very satisfied with. "Mr. Wood!" He addresses the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. "Step on up and make your house proud!" The older boy obliges with much applause from his housemates, and Draco…cannot help but to lick his lips, as he salivates over the prey that's been presented to him. An older boy, a Gryffindor, and more importantly, the captain of an opposing Quidditch Team. Life is good. Snape gives him a look, pleading with him not to go overboard, but…since when did he ever listen to pleas? As soon as the duel starts, Draco begins, merciless, as he uses a wandless spell to choke the boy out, leaving him clutching at his throat.

"Mr. Malfoy, I believe—" Professor Snape tries to say something, but the Malfoy heir doesn't give him the chance, instead using another wandless spell on the 6th Year boy, frying him with lightning from his fingertips.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Wood screams in agony, as the audience watches on, helpless and scared. Draco licks his lips again, his expression that of a wide grin, and he gestures once more, while saying one word.

"Bow." He commands, forcing the captain of the Gryffindor Team to bend over painfully, in acknowledgement of his power. CRACK! There are gasps throughout the Great Hall, as well as groans of pain from Wood himself, and Draco is sure that his foe's back is completely broken from the spell. His smile only grows wider. "Finally acknowledging your betters, eh Wood?" He exclaims as he moves his hand up, lifting the boy in place, and casts another spell that begins…splitting the skin, almost peeling it as it travels from the hand to the upper arm.

"Mr. Malfoy!" The Slytherin Head of House attempts to intervene, but the 'Little Demon' ignores him, sending yet another spell, this one spawning a thousand tiny cuts all over the Gryffindor's body, from his limbs, to his torso, and even his face, as some cuts form inside others, growing the wounds to unimaginable levels. "MR, MALFOY!" Snape shouts again, this time stepping in front of the no-doubt traumatized Sixth Year boy, seemingly shielding him from the sadistic young child before him. With a smirk, Draco snaps, causing Oliver Wood to erupt into flames…as well as eerily loud shrieks of agony. In a swift moment, Professor Snape moves his wand, casting the Fire Freezing Charm, and then dispelling the flames. In the same moment, he turns to Draco, wand pointed at him and a look of silent fury on his face. "MR. MALFOY! CEASE AT ONCE!" He commands. The threat is clear, and still the young Malfoy appears unbothered by his words, only shrugging and smirking. Professor Snape quickly cancels the club meeting and hurries the Gryffindor Sixth Year to the infirmary, but not before shooting Professor Lockhart a dirty look, an accusatory look, and beckoning Draco to come along with him. "Mr. Malfoy, if you will." He insists, leaving no room for argument. With another shrug, the young Slytherin King follows along, making sure to wink at his new female friend on his way out, much to her horror.

"OH MY LORD! SEVERUS, WHAT—?" Comes Madam Pomfrey's predictable reaction, not used to viewing such carnage, nor its aftermath. Professor Snape's jaw tightens as he tries to maintain his house's integrity as best he can.

"A duel gone wrong, Poppy." Rushing to do all she can for the poor child, Madam Pomfrey can't believe her ears.

"A duel—Severus this—?" She stops to focus on more treatment for the poor Gryffindor boy. "This is something even Death Eaters don't do! I'd almost prefer it if—!" She stops herself, exhaling not just her breath, but a lot of the stress and outrage she's feeling at the moment. "I need you to leave, Severus. This is serious." Given the expression on her face, it's deadly serious. The Potions Professor meets her expression with a nod.

"Understood." He beckons Draco to follow him to the hallway. "Mr. Malfoy." The two keep walking until they've reached the dungeons, until they've entered Snape's own classroom, and as soon as they do, the door shuts with a loud BANG, and the Head of Slytherin House whips around fast enough for the wind to move Draco's hair. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" He berates the boy, who has the audacity to give him an innocent look, one that questions what exactly he did wrong. Snape looks at him, incredulous, brings him close, grabbing his arm and hissing in his ear. "Do you understand the repercussions, Draco?"

"They'll do nothing." The boy responds with a smirk and a challenging tone.

"Nothing? Nothing? Draco, you nearly killed the boy!"

"In a duel." He points out, smugly. "With not a bit of dark magic." Snape gives a disapproving look, and Draco grins in return, finding the whole situation amusing. "Nothing they can prove, anyway."

"Mr. Malfoy, do you truly believe there will be zero consequences for your actions? This is a dueling club, a past time, a bit of recreation, not a duel to the death."

"Every duel with me is a duel to the death" Draco replies, his smirk returning. The Potions Professor sighs in exasperation.

"Now is not the time to be cute, Draco. I…" He exhales again. "I will see what I can do, but…" Draco claps him on his shoulder, like how one does a peer, or an underling.

"Thanks Uncle Sev, knew I could count on you." He departs with a toothy grin. Snape can only watch as the demon child of Slytherin walks out his classroom with naught a lesson learned. That child will be the death of him.