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Chapter 1 : The Bet
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The eyes of most people in the Great Hall seemed to be trained on one person who strutted through the large oak doors. Newly single since his latest break up with a Hufflepuff boy, Draco had made it probably his longest relationship in about a year: just over a week.
Few lasted longer than that, the longest being a month and a half with Pansy. However, none of the break ups were for lack of trying on his part. No, not a single person had ever broken up with him.
Draco, however, had found such cruel heartless ways to institute a break up, that he had earned the nickname Heartbreaker. The only thing that could possibly keep people, girls and guys, from falling all over him was his other reputation, as the Slytherin Sex God.
Three pairs of eyes, however, were determined not to glance up at the boy’s entrance.
“Anything interesting?” Harry’s voice muttered to Hermione as he reached for the plate of bacon between them.
Hermione’s eyes scanned the front of the Daily Prophet, “Not unless you care that they’ve found a new way to use Hippogriff talons in herbal remedies.
“No, not really,” Ron replied, swallowing a large mouthful of food with only slight difficulty. The rest of the breakfast passed uneventfully, and they walked out into the Great Hall, while most of the students went to the grounds. The joys of a bright Saturday in the fall, before snow made it impossible to step outside without clothing so thick that mobility was a luxury few experienced.
“Now, who shall be my next little toy?” a far too familiar voice rang with laughter behind them as Draco and a few Slytherins stepped just behind Harry.
“You dumped Stephen already? I’m hurt that you didn’t tell me first,” Harry said, his words dripping with sarcasm.
Harry felt a slight pressure on his shoulder and glanced sideways to find Draco’s face alarmingly close to his, resting on his shoulder, “Aw, I’d have told you if I knew you cared so much,” that annoying voice drawled, a fake smile across his features.
Rolling his eyes, Harry raised his arm sharply, his hand colliding with Draco’s face to push him away.
“Hey!” Draco yelled, his fake hurt look now turned into a look of anger as one hand covered his nose, “You’re supposed to say I’m adorable like everyone else, not hit me!”
A groan escaped Harry’s lips as he turned around and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall behind him, “Sorry Ferret, looks like you don’t get everything you want, cause I don’t swing that way.”
Draco moved his hand to reveal a slightly red nose. His expressions softened and he chuckled a bit, shaking his head confidently, “Please. Bet I could make you if I wanted to.” he said offhandedly, not particularly meaning much by the comment.
Harry pressed his lips together tightly, and they shook a bit with the struggle to keep from laughing. Once he could trust himself to open his mouth without dying of laughter, he said, “I don’t think you’ve ever lost a bet, Malfoy, but I’d be glad to make history.”
Hermione glanced sideways at Ron, who looked about as uneasy as she did, but neither said anything as they turned their eyes back to the scene. This had to be the most absurb thing ever.
“Fine then,” Draco said with a confident smirk, “I’ll bet I can make you kiss me by Friday. Loser has to lose the next Slytherin-Gryffindor Quidditch game on purpose. Deal?” He finished, holding his hand out to Harry. So maybe this wouldn’t be as rewarding as trying to find a new toy for the weekend, but it might be fun.
“Deal,” Harry said simply, shooting his hand out to grasp Draco’s without a moment’s hesitation. This would be the easiest bet he’d ever won. All he had to do was not kiss Malfoy, what could be easier, right?
A/N: Eek! Sorry its so short! I just wanted the first chapter to be the bet, so that’s why its short, but the rest will be longer, promise!! Please remember to R&R!!!
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