Here For You

Chapter Six: Dueling Part One

A\N: Not much too say. Life sucks. Depression. Jk.....Rowling.

Disclaimer: You should know the drill by now.

Third POV

The next month of school was filled to the brim with fun, friends, essays, Weasel drama, visits to Venenuma and classes. Harry had found that he loved all classes but really enjoyed Transfiguration, Potions and DADA. Draco was better and enjoyed Charms more than Transfiguration and they were both in the top of all our classes.

Now however, a very excited blonde was now dragging him by the arm to the grounds where they would be having their first flying lesson. Blaise and a girl named Pansy Parkinson were trailing behind trying very hard not to laugh at Draco's eagerness. Harry sighed,"Honestly Draco must you have such a tight grip. You're killing me." Draco loosened his grip but didn't let go or even look behind him. They reached the grounds, and surprisingly found that most of the class was already there. Harry looked at the rest of the class and groaned as he saw that we had this class with the Gryffindors. Draco and Pansy made a face while Blaise just stood up straighter.

Soon the rest of the class arrived and a woman with spiky windswept white hair and yellow eyes came striding towards them. The chatter abruptly stopped as she neared.

" Hello everyone my name is Madam Hooch. In this lesson we will not be dilly dallying at all we will work with precision and accuracy. With that everyone standing the right side of your broomstick and command to raise into your hand by saying 'up'" The quartet of Slytherins walked up to the line of brooms set up, unfortunately with Weasel and his crew of Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan on his sides. Harry watched the others before trying it on his own, Draco easily got it first try as well as a couple others but some only managed to make theirs wiggle. Most of the Gryffindors had to repeat themselves multiple times to get theirs up. Harry noticed that they all seemed to be yelling and demanding their brooms. Harry frowned and was pulled out of his thoughts as Madam Hooch appeared behind him.

" Go on Mr.Potter, don't be scared." Harry looked down at the broom and put his hand out. Draco, already having his broom in his hand, and a couple others watched Harry wiring to see if he would become a future quidditch player.

" Up please." Harry spoke softly and quietly but definitely a firm voice. Madam Hooch frowned when Harry spoke and was about to correct him when the broom came immediately flying into his hand. Harry looked up at Madam Hooch and smiled, " I wasn't scared just observing." Madam Hooch was about to say more when Weasels broom suddenly jerked up and hit him in the face. Almost everyone in the class was snickering while others had to try very hard not to smile(Slytherins). Harry was staring at him as he rubbed the sore spot in his head. He was caught.

"What are you looking at, Potter?" Harry blinked and innocently smiled at him, " Oh nothing just admiring the bruise on your forehead." The Slytherins started to snicker behind their hands as Weasel turned redder than his hair.

"That's It Potter I'm done being nice to you. I challenge you to duel." Everybody gasped as a blue light surrounded around Harry and Weasel. Harry remembered reading about this in one of his books and immediately knew what to do. Ignoring all the looks from outside the bubble, he pulled out his wand and held it loosely at his side. Weasel smirked as he thought that Harry would never beat him. Harry smiled mischievously and pointed his wand at Weasel deciding to play a game with him. Little did everyone in the class including Draco, Harry had been staying up long hours of the night practicing all kinds of spells. Weasel shot the first spell "Ricumpsemptra!" Harry easily sidestepped the spell. He gripped his wand and uttered a long string of curses, jinxes and hexes all at once. A rainbow of colors shot through his wand and he watched as Weasel crumpled to the floor, then was covered in boils, pimples, hair, cuts, bruises and blood. The blue light disappeared coming over Weasel first then pausing at Harry. Harry walked to Weasel and cast multiple healing spells getting rid of any physical signs of the duel. Harry turned to walk away and was faced with a few dozen faces filled with shock, awe, anger, and fear. Draco was about to say something when Harry felt an odd crackling in his own magic.