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A Bet To Regret Chapter one; Terms

It wasn't like Draco needed the money. As soon as his father got himself killed off, he'd inherit all the money. He'd give some of that to his mother, should she die after his father, but even then, it'd be more than enough for anyone to feel rich.

Money came with being a Malfoy. The problem was that something else came with being a Malfoy, and that something was pride. And, naturally, it was a matter of pride. Also, he wanted to wipe that smirk off of Zabini's face-- how dare he insinuate that girls were more attracted to himself than they were to Draco! Sure, his cheekbones were to die for, but Draco played Quidditch.

"Fine," Draco said, "But it can't be a first year, or a teacher, or Mrs. Norris or anything, that'd be nasty. And you aren't allowed to use the imperious curse."

"Don't worry, I'm much more scared of breaking one of your rules than one of the Ministry's, I wont be preforming any curses you don't want me to."

"You really should be scared of me, you know."

"Anyway, so those are your terms?"

"Yeah. Also, I want to chose first."

"Fine, go ahead."

"Luna Lovegood! You have to get Luna Lovegood to be your girlfriend."

"Sounds easy enough. I'll just make up that I'm some prince of an imaginary world and she'll be blown away. I already look like one."

"Yeah, if we're talking Planet of the Apes."

"That wasn't even clever."

"It was a pop-culture reference, you dolt. I thought you took muggle studies?"

"That doesn't mean I actually did anything in that class."

"Oh, I'm sure you did plenty, Blaise. Heard you were busy studying the professor, that's why you took it."

"My mum made me!"

"Yeah, my mum made me, too. Really, Zabini, get your mind out of the gutter."

"Hermione Granger!"

"What?"

"That's who you have to have be your girlfriend. Mudblood Granger."

"New rule--"

"Even taking your mental capacity into account, you're a little late, Draco."

"Even taking your mother-- who, let's not forget 'made you'-- into account, you're a little bit of a self-righteous git, Blaise."

Draco mentally winced. He wasn't having a very good day for come-backs. He always went rather easy on Blaise, though, as he was better company than Crabbe or Goyle, and for that he was grateful.

And so, that was why Draco was trying to compose a poem. Mudblood liked reading things, so he'd have to write something.