Warning: Rated M, sex scenes, it's mainly slash, but it also contains hetero, language. If you don't feel comfortable or feel offended by any of these warnings, do not read.

Shipper: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy;

Drama/Romance/Angst

Summary: It only took 15 long days to change everything in their lives. And everything started with a bet.

Chapter 1

January 17, 1997

Harry Potter was sitting on the couches of the Common Room. It was Saturday morning, so there weren't a lot of people with him. Everyone was still asleep. He had noticed when he got up that Ron was no longer there, but didn't care much. He just sat, staring at nowhere, while thinking about life. He was the boy-who-lived. His only living family were his uncles and his cousin, Dudley. Sirius had died at the end of his 5th year, and his parents were killed 16 years ago. It had been some time since he had done 17 years. He was attending his last year at Hogwarts.

Even so, he had the perfect friends. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were his best friends. Ginny, Ron's younger sister, had a passion, which she said was overwhelming for him. Harry thought he felt something for her, so they had something. But the boy put an end to it shortly after. He realized he didn't love the redheaded girl, even if he tried. She was just a good friend and it did not seem that that would change. Despite her feelings for Harry not going away, and Ginny being hurt after they broke up, she ended up accepting it.

The Weasley's were his family, since for him, the Dursley's were nothing. Putting aside the fact that he was the only boy that was able to save the wizarding world and kill Voldemort, he felt somehow happy for what he had. But not entirely. Something was missing for him to be complete. The other half of him was missing. Despite everyone thinking he wasn't in love with anyone, that was not true. He was, the only problem is, that person would never love him back, never part be a part of his life. Besides, people would never understand if he told. He would even be given bad looks if they knew that Harry Potter was passionate about his biggest rival at Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy.

He sighed, closing his eyes. - I'll have to forget him. - He whispered to himself. – Even if I try all sorts of things, but I have to forget him.

- Harry? Are you okay? - Hermione's voice sounded in his ears.

- Yes Hermione, everything is okay. - Harry opened his eyes to be able to look at his friend, who was already sitting next to him.

- I know you. And I know something is happening.

- Hermione, I'm fine, really. It's just .. this whole story to do with Voldemort and all that, it gives me a lot to think about.

- You can't think about it too much, but ... you should know that you don't fool me .. I can see perfectly well that it's not Voldemort who is occupying your mind right now. You know you can trust me, right? - The girl asked, running a hand gently through his best friend's messy hair.

- Of course I do. - He nodded.

- Oh my god .. - Hermione said, giving a small smile.

- What? - Harry immediately turned his eyes to her.

- Harry ... you're in love.

- No. - He hastened to deny.

- Yes you are, don't lie to me. - She said.

It was with the same quickness with which Harry had denied Hermione's claim, that he blushed furiously.

- Tell me, come on. Who is it Harry? It's not Ginny again, isn't it? Or is it? - Asked Hermione.

- No Hermione, it's not Ginny.

- So ...?

- First, you must promise me you won't tell anyone. Nobody at all. Second, please don't comment. I have a small notion that it's not normal for me to like this person.

- Of course I promise. And I won't make any comments, who do you think I am Harry? - She said.

- Okay. Well, I... I like..

- Say it at once!

- Draco Malfoy. - He spoke, a little too high. But none of the few around the two of them seemed to have heard. There were a few seconds of silence.

- It's a he, then. - The girl noticed.

- Yes. - Harry confirmed, not looking in her eyes.

- Malfoy, Harry? Seriously? - Hermione wondered.

- No comments, you promised Hermione. - Harry said quietly.

- Right, sorry. - She said, looking in a somewhat strange way to him.

- Why are you looking at me like that now?

- Sorry, it's just ... weird. Very strange.

- I know it is, but it's not my fault. Also, I'll try to forget him. - He said.

- Why? - Hermione asked, raising her eyebrows.

- Why Hermione? The guy hates me, he will never like me like I like him. Not even painted in gold.

Both were silent for a little while.

- I was just looking for you two. - Ron entered the Common Room and sat alongside his friends. – What's going on?

- Nothing. - Said Hermione.

- What were you talking about?

- Hermione was just now telling me that I shouldn't sit here all day thinking about my problems. - Answered Harry.

- Well, in that case I think Hermione is absolutely right. I'm going to eat breakfast, I'm so hungry. - Ron said, standing up.

- When are you not starving Ronald? - Hermione wondered.

- Well, are you coming?

- Yes - The brunette nodded, getting up. - Harry?

- You two go first, I'm going right behind you.

- Oh, not even a chance. Get your butt out of that couch right now Harry Potter, and join us. - Hermione spoke, in a loud and imperative tone.

Almost in the same second, Harry was standing next to the other two.

- Blimey. - Both boys murmured, looking at each other.

Soon both followed Hermione, who was already getting out of the Common Room, and so the three of them headed to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Draco Malfoy, 17 years old, was in his seventh year at Hogwarts. He said he didn't like to attend Hogwarts, but deep down he did. It was true when he used to say that Albus Dumbledore shouldn't be the headmaster, but also, the man was already dead. He was also Slytherin's prefect and had his own room, which he greatly enjoyed. Finally had his privacy. His blond hair, grey eyes, hoarse voice that everyone called 'sexy' and his breathtaking body, made him one of the most requested boys of Hogwarts and could also get everyone if he so wished, he would almost instantly have all of them at his feet.

Draco had both his parents alive, but his father, Lucius, was now in Azkaban. He couldn't count how many girlfriends he had had, much less how many girls he had sex with. He would probably continue to do so, but he also felt the need for someone. To date, for something serious, something definitive maybe. But well ... it seemed like the right person had not yet arrived.

Now it was time for lunch. Draco was in one of the corridors, behind a statue, watching his friend Blaise Zabini, standing in front of a girl. All that because of a bet they had made three days before.

*Flashback*

- Is that so Blaise? - Draco wondered. - There is nothing in this world that you can't do? So nothing is impossible for you.

- That's right. Nothing is impossible. - The other replied, with conviction.

- Very well. Since you're so sure, we'll make a bet. - Even if Blaise accepted, which he almost doubted, he knew he couldn't do it.

- Anything you want, go ahead. - He was still very sure of himself.

- In this case, you have to kiss Millicent Bulstrode.

- WHAT? DRACO! - Blaise yelled, eyes wide open.

- She's a Slytherin. - The blond boy tried to ease the situation, but he knew that whatever he said was worthless.

- Yeah, she's a Slytherin, and gross too! – Blaise continued talking loudly.

- No discussion Zabini, you said that nothing was impossible for you to do? Then kiss her for two minutes shouldn't be so difficult.

Blaise lowered his head, sighing. The blonde boy began to move away from the dark skinned one, but suddently seemed to remember something and turned back.

- Ahh yes, you also have to feel her up.

- No chance. – The other one said.

- Do you want to give up? - Draco seemed to have touches on of his friends weak spots, who soon replied, after a frustrated huff.

- Blaise Zabini never gives up on anything ...

- In this case you have 3 days to really get it in your mind. Friday, at lunch time it will happen, or there will be consequences. You can start.

And so, Draco walked away, leaving Blaise banging his head against the wall, trying to figure out how he would be able to kiss Millicent.

*End of Flashback*

And now was the time. Blaise looked to the side, where Draco was hiding. This one made a gesture with his hand, clearly saying for him to go ahead.

Millicent, in front of Blaise, was melted and with her eyes closed.

The girl was 17, this was probably her first kiss, so this was her chance, especially with Blaise, who along with Draco, was one of the most requested boys of that school. Blaise, then began to approach the girl's face, and his face expressed disgust.

But, in the end, he succeeded. About five seconds later, he was kissing her, his hands on her waist. Draco covered his mouth with his hand, like he was going to throw up.

- Merlin ... - He whispered. - He actually kissed that monster.

Shortly after, Blaise dumped Millicent and ran to Slytherin's Common Room, soon going up to the dorm.

The blonde boy immediately followed him, stopped at the bathroom door, and watched Blaise, who was washing his mouth for the seventh time.

- Calm down. – He said.

- Calm down? I just kiss that thing and you tell me to calm down? Ah, don't even Draco. It was me that had to glue my beautiful lips with hers, it was my tongue touching hers, not yours!

- Thank Merlin... - The blond muttered, a shiver ran through the boys body.

Blaise turned off the water when he finished washing for the tenth time.

- Now let's get down to business. - He said, crossing his arms and showing a smirk.

- And that is? - Draco asked.

- You lost the bet, remember? Now the consequences.

- What do you want me to do?

- Well Draco .. You will need to ...

- Be foward.

- Merlin, calm down man. Very well. You have exactly 15 whole days, starting tomorrow, to get Harry Potter. At the beginning of the 16th day, Potter will have to be madly in love with you. - Blaise spoke.

- You're kidding right? - It was all the blonde boy could say at that moment.

- No, I'm not. Come on, you have 15 days. If you don't make it, you'll suffer the consequences later. After all, it won't be very difficult for you. Isn't it true that you are one of the most requested and that you're also known for your fantastic seduction techniques? So the only thing to do is to make the boy fall in love with you, and then, after two weeks and one day, dump him as only you can do.

- Blaise, please .. - He asked.

- Will you give up?

Draco gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes at him.

- Oh, don't look at me like that..! - Blaise said, raising his hands.

- No, I won't give up.

- That's what I was thinking. You can start your plan to get him. 15 days may seem enough, but don't forget appearances can be deceiving.

- Yes, I will. - The blond boy huffed and walked towards his room without saying another word.

It was night, and Draco had to do his rounds. He would start his plan the next day. He would begin that tonight, if Harry was a prefect, something he was not. If he was they would probably run into each other. The only Gryffindor that he was able to find there, was Hermione Granger and that one didn't interest him at all.

He was walking through the dark corridors, distracted and thinking, and only returned to reality when he realized he had gone against someone. He observed the person on the floor and saw it was Harry. He gave a slight smile.

'Come on, you have to say it, you have to win this ..' He thought.

- Sorry Potter. - Draco said, extending his hand. - It wasn't intentional.

- Did you just apologize to me Malfoy? - Harry asked, reaching for the other's hand.

- No. - The blond boy gritted his teeth. – Yes.

- I'm surprised. I think it was the first time in your life you apologized to someone and even more, offered help.

- Believe it or not Potter, I am changed. I'm not the same Draco Malfoy. – He spoke.

Harry said nothing, just continued to look at Draco, deep in his eyes.

- You need something to be in the corridors at this hour? - Draco asked, almost gently.

- No.. thanks .. – Even Harry had never thought about saying 'thank you' to the other boy. - I was just going back to the Gryffindor Common Room.

- Well, then ... goodnight Potter. - Draco spoke again, letting a real smile escape.

- Goodnight Malfoy. - Five more seconds of silence passed until Harry headed to his Common Room.

And Draco went on his way, doing the rounds, and letting another smile, this time a sneer one, draw his face.

No, he wouldn't worry. He was going to do everything with time (or at least as if he had it) and more importantly, would make sure that it was everything well done. He was going to win that. Because Draco Malfoy always gets what he wants.