But we hate each other....right?

(6th year)

Harry had been keeping a close eye on Draco these past few months. He couldn’t risk Draco being suspicious of him. But today he was so close to finding out what Draco was hiding he could almost taste it. Draco walked swiftly and silently through the halls and Harry trailed behind hidden under the invisibility cloak. He walked as silently as he could when Draco suddenly turned right into the wall and a door appeared. Draco glanced around before opening the door to the room of requirement and disappearing from Harry’s view. Harry abandoned all stealth and broke out into a run to slide into the room before the door closed and disappeared.
He made it in and held his breath.
The room was full of junk…
Harry was disappointed, he expected Draco’s evil plan would fill up the room, but there were just piles of furniture, books, and broken items. He couldn’t see Draco anywhere and he took off his cloak. Harry grasped his wand stiffly, the room was completely silent. Harry started down the most obvious pathway through the towers of junk. Taking in every detail. Draco should stick out like a lantern here , with his bright white hair and pale skin. But there was no sign of him, everything was grey and brown, almost foggy. Harry continued to walk and relax his body a bit. The stress strained his body. He was going to find Draco and prove once and for all that Draco was a death eater.

“I basically let you in and you still can’t find me”
Draco’s voice rang out from behind him

Harry whipped around, wand already pointed at Draco who was 20ft away from him.
“Expelliarmus” Draco yelled, sending Harry’s wand forward to the ground, not reaching Draco by a few feet.
“Your quite pathetic Potter, I expected more from you.” Draco put on a relaxed confident face, but all Harry saw was fear. Harry was disarmed and exposed.

“Come on Draco, fight me.” Harry yelled out. His voice was powerful and full of anger. It surprised him.

Draco yelled “PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!” The spell hurdled straight towards Harry and he leaped out of the way, throwing himself behind a pile of junk.
Draco lost sight of Harry and panic washed over his body. With all nerves on edge he walked forward and picked up Harry's wand from the ground. He kept his eyes where Harry was hiding. Draco heard footsteps and saw Harry sprinting full speed at him. Draco had no time to react before Harry tackled him to the ground. Draco screamed, and fought Harry viciously. ‘This isn’t how Wizards fight,’ Draco thought.
“You’re bloody feral! Get off of me you freak!” Draco screamed. Draco was ten times better than Harry at magic, but Harry was physically stronger, and right now he was in Harry’s domain. Harry fought defensively, he got his hands on both wands and ripped them out of Draco’s hands. Draco landed a solid kick into Harry’s chest and wiggled free, and swiped a wand from Harry’s hand. He ran as fast as he could and hid, only to realize he had Harry’s wand and not him own.
Draco yelled from his hiding spot “I’m going to fucking kill you Potter!”

Harry huffed and stood his ground. The kick really hurt and he took his time regaining his breath. Harry looked at the wand in his hand. Draco's wand resembled a polished furniture leg more than a magical tool, maybe he could use it to find Draco’s plan. There had to be something here. Harry didn’t know what to do with Draco's wand, but felt a pull, and followed it.

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Draco leaned against a pile of junk and rested. He had a new fear of Potter. He was crazy and Draco couldn’t help but relive the fight over and over. Draco’s head hitting the ground hard. Harry’s hands viciously grabbing at his shirt and arms. Harry almost had Draco pinned down. Draco could still feel Harry’s hands on him.
He looked down and saw the wand in his hand. He didn’t know if this was a good or bad thing, but the fact that Harry had his wand made him incredibly uneasy. He took off his sweater and threw it to the ground. Draco was ready
[3/24, 10:59 AM] Azariah Bhika: for a real fight. Draco felt indescribably angry he wanted to kill Potter. He grabbed Harry’s wand debating if he wanted to break it in half, but he couldn’t. He needed the protection, and there was something about the wand that called to him, there was power in this wand