Life's not Fair

8. Diffindo

He couldn’t believe it. Potter had managed to weasel his way out of he Dark Lord’s hands yet again, just when Draco had been sure that his rival had been gotten rid of already. Not that he necessarily desired anybody’s death, but the fourteen year old really did think that life without the Boy-Who-Lived browsing the castle corridors would be more pleasant.

Yet now the raven haired boy was standing right by him, bag slung over his shoulder, chatting with his friends. This just wasn’t fair.

“How about…” the blond smiled as an idea popped into his head. Drawing his wand slowly, he aimed it discreetly at Harry, who was standing by the entrance to the Potions classroom.

“Diffindo!” he muttered, and watched with satisfaction as Harry’s bag split open, scattering all its contents.

Harry’s expression was absolutely murderous as he gazed around for the culprit, and Draco half expected the other boy to draw his wand when their eyes met. But then…

“Five points from Gryffindor for utter carelessness, Potter,” drawled the voice of the Potions master as the professor unlocked the classroom doors with a click.