Entrance Hall

[Harry Potter]

"And I was talking back, you dimwit," Harry said. Gryffindor was already so far behind in points, Harry didn't care if he lost more.

[Draco Malfoy]

"So you admit to talking back? Ten more." Draco haughtily replied still behind, "It's sad how stupid you are, can't even make your own insults but what more could I expect for a timorous lion?" Jeering was one thing that Draco excelled at on a superior level.

[Harry Potter]

"Who are you calling timorous?" Harry asked, finally turning around to face him, "You're the one who's taking points away instead of actually standing up for yourself. "

[Draco Malfoy]

"I'm surprised you even know what the word means, being an ignoramus person and all." Draco sniffed and paused in his pursuit to cross his arms and look off to the side. When he heard Potter calling him a coward, he felt a fire bubble up in the pit of his stomach, "I'm doing my job as a Prefect Potter. Then again, you wouldn't know what being one is like, would you? The Weasel took that... surprisingly." A smirk made itself very prominently known on his face.

[Harry Potter]

"Why would I want to be prefect?" Harry scoffed, "Not all of us enjoy being rude to whomever we can."

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco shook his head sympathetically, "Jealousy does not suit you Potty, not at all." He sneered and waved his hand dismissively, "Why don't you run along and get back to your common room like a good little hero?"

[Harry Potter]

"Because that wouldn't be any fun," Harry said, reaching his hand down to his pocket.

[Draco Malfoy]

"And just why would you need fun? Get back to your common room Potter or I'll just have to take five points for every minute you're not in it." Draco's sneer was still ever present and the movement of Potter's hand was not lost on him, his wand hand tightening around his wand.

[Harry Potter]

"The same reason that any body needs fun," Harry said. In a condescending tone, "It's fun." Harry saw Malfoy reach for his wand, too, and began to pull his out of his pocket.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco was not going to be caught off guard and made it a point to always have his wand out on patrol. "Oh no you don't Potter!" He pointed his wand sharply and spoke quite clearly a spell that should have been familiar to Harry, it was part of their history together after all, "Everte Statum!"

[Harry Potter]

Harry flew backwards as the spell hit him. Taking no time to evaluate an injury, he stood up and walked forward with his wand out, casting a Stinging Hex upon Malfoy, hoping that it would be strong enough to cause swelling.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco was ready but hadn't expected Potter to retaliate so quickly after being thrown, his left arm taking the hit as he tried to dodge. He wouldn't give the damn lion the satisfaction of hearing him in pain so he clenched his jaw and took it as it came while brandishing his right arm forward to strike back, "Impedimenta!"

[Harry Potter]

Harry attempted to dodge the curse being sent at him, but his legs were hit. The spell knocked him back, again, and bound his legs as well. From where he was on the floor, Harry shot two spells at Malfoy: his signature, "Expelliarmus," and then, "Immobulus!"

[Professor Burbage]

Charity was on her shift duty. Today she was in charge of the lower levels of the castle, including the dungeons. She heard two boys yelling spells and it sounded no where near to practice. Charity lifted up her dress as she ran up the stone steps, hoping to intrude before serious damage was done. Charity reached under her robes and pulled out her wand. With her free hand, Charity unlocked the dungeon doors with alohomora and the steel door banged on the stone wall. Charity briskly walked to the boys and swung her wand around as she firmly cast an Incarcerous to stop both boys, bringing them together back to back with their arms at their sides. "Who do you think you two are? Little boys?" Professor Burbage hissed as she crossed her arms.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco had dodged the clean Immobulus Harry cast but had unfortunately been disarmed. He was going for his wand when something snaked around him and dragged him back roughly then realized he was tied to Potter of all people. Further being brought out of his dueling set of mind, he saw that they were caught by a very angry Muggle Studies professor. "Professor Burbage. ...Good evening."