Chapter 1who dares wins?

Disclaimer: ok I don't own anything in this story in any of the chapters….

Ok so it's now 10:42 at night, I've just got home from a very long and hot shift at maccas and while I was wasting away the hours this little idea popped into my head. So I now will write, I should be studying for those 2 exams tomorrow but wont…here goes.

Draco sat in his favourite chair in the Slytherin common room, staring into the fire with his usual smirk. He did enjoy being in the common room. He had a great many foes, but not in here, he was top of the heap…no one here would dare try and push him. That was until that annoying little brat started. A year his junior and one of the most persistent children he'd ever come across. They were alike in that aspect, however to look at them you would think the opposite. Her Ebony hair contrasted with his pale ivory locks. His eyes were icy blue where hers were a deep soulless brown. What he didn't know however, was how Slytherin she was. She would, as it is advertised all Slytherin's would, do anything to get her own way. She sat there now, watching him, she knew exactly what she wanted. A prize, him. She wasn't quite sure why but more that anything she wanted to beat him. Most probably because he was the perfect Slytherin, for her to become queen she must first get rid of the current king. But how was the question. As hard as she tried she usually just came up second, mostly due to his seniority in the schools eyes. That however was also preposterous. She was twice the person he was. Or ever will be. Draco gazed across the room at his subjects, there was Pansy, and all the other girls all that wanted him, mostly because of his money and standing but there was his amazing good looks as a bonus. He knew this and was damn proud of it. But that was not the point, that girl, what was her name? The Moncrieff girl…Amelia maybe? Yes, that was it, as his father had always said its good to know your enemy's. She stared at him now and then, but not in the same way. She was always up to something, not that he ever lost, he was of course the greatest thing that ever lived, he liked this, and it was going to stay that way. She was watching him now, she had a lot of time for this because well, she didn't have a lot of friends, she had this nasty habit of well, offending them , or using them to her own evil uses…ah well, she could always buy some later…point being she needed a plan…a good one. An Idea came to her and she strode over to him. It was early evening and almost everyone was in the common room, perfect for her, an audience.

"Ah my dear Draco, so good to chat with you again" she drawled out in her smooth voice

he raised an eyebrow refusing to notice her anymore then that "that is Master Malfoy, Amelia is it?"

"yes it is, and I am not your help so I will not call you 'Master' anything" she stood proud her hand planted firmly on her hips and gave a smirk, much like the boy himself.

He rolled his eyes "oh I don apologise Ofelia but I don't try and remember the names of underlings such as yourself, you should consider yourself lucky I let you call me Master Malfoy let alone address me at all"

"address you? Who do you think you are Prince Draco? The Queen of England? Well she is more attractive"

To this he grinned "tut tut young Amelia."

"Miss Moncrieff"

"I come from one of the most esteemed pure blood houses in the world, you should learn how to speak to your betters."

"when I find them I'll do that, but trust me my family is of a great standing in this world"

He looked her up and down, she was waring a black dress, satin with lace, she wore things like this often he had noticed, as if she were constantly ready for a funeral. "and yet, they have you waring rags? My servants have better clothes then that" He was sitting up now, obviously that last line had nearly got him.

She gasped offended "Draco my boy, watch what you say with that nasty tongue of yours or you wont have it much long, and I'd hate for your little fan girls to see that"

"all I'm saying" she said lazily "is that if you haven't more brains then a house elf you should at least sit around and look pretty, although it seems your not doing that particularly well either…"

She glared "ah then my dear, dear Draco you wont mind putting your pride where your mouth is"

"not money?"

"we both have far too much of that already, no I want your pride"

he stood "ok Amelia, but seeing as you insist on acting like a maid if I win, you have to be my slave for a week" his smile was malicious. "but I can't have you running about looking like that, so for that week you must ware this" with a flick of his wand, sexy French maids uniform appeared in front of her. She gave a disgusted look, and then one of great interest

"anything for you my prince" she curtsied "but if I win, I would like the same pleasure, I really think the dress will suit you"

he laughed "Miss Moncrieff, if you win, I will happily go naked for the week"

she shook her head "no thank you, it wouldn't be fair to scar the children like that"

"So what is it this time?" he asked with a yawn

"a simple duel, first one to hit the floor looses, easy enough for you?"

"Yes, but not here, that would be a bore"

"where?"

He smirked "how about in the duelling room? It's never locked"

"after curfew? Naughty Draco…ok…tomorrow night at 9, infact we'll invite everyone to come see"

"anything for you my dear" he smirked again and sauntered off to his dormitory.

A/N: ok people it is now 12:44 am I ma sleepy and have an exam in 11 hours…will catch ya all on the flip side!