If you looked closely enough, you could make out his tensed jaw line and clenched hands. His knuckles were pale white, evidence that he wasn't feeling quite cheerful this morning. Not cheerful indeed, in fact he was furious.Draco walked in the center of the hall, his suit was black, shiny and expensive shoes hitting against the floor, the sound echoing through the walls, which were filled with students getting ready to go home for the weekend.Everyone seemed to feel dark power and malicious energy radiating off of him, since most of the students who were heading towards the train station stopped and looked at him, bags in hand and all that. Those who stood in his way, moving to the side immediately, not daring to disturb Draco in any way. Their looks seemed to annoy him even further and he sneered, looking straight ahead, scaring a few first-years away. The only thing he was thinking about was how can he make the chosen one suffer. He didn't stop when he saw that wanker, not even a small halt. He was bloody laughing with a few younger girls, obviously and shamelessly, despite having a girlfriend, flirting with them. His tired look still plastered on his face, bags visible but with a, one would say, charming smile. Draco's anger was reaching its limits, "If he has any limits." , Hermione would comment. He walked right up to him, not sparing any seconds."Hey, Potter !" Draco came close with a gust of wind following him and punched Harry right in the face, sick sound ringing loudly through the space. His fist contacting with Harry's cheek painfully. Potter didn't even registered what happened, the blow knocking him right to the ground his glasses falling and breaking somewhere near his feet. Those who were present around them gasped and some hurried off, those girls backing away slowly but watching with sick interest. The moment stilled but soon enough Harry turned and looked at his attacker who's eyes looked ready to kill. "What the fuck, Malfo-" He didn't even get to finish when strong hands gripped his white shirt, crumpling it from the strong hold.