A/N: Okay, so this is a rewrite of A 20 Galleon Bet since the other version was very... short, confusing... not well written. I don't know if you'd consider this a better version, but I do. Since the chapters aren't that long, you can expect 2-3 day frequent updates. :D
Disclaimer: Do you really think it's mine? Of course it is not! ALL HAIL THE GREAT GODDESS, JK!
--CHAPTER 1: THE BET IS MADE: PROLOGUE--
Althought he enjoyed Potions, basically because of Snape and his fondess of favoring Slytherin students like himself, Draco Malfoy was glad when the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Snape had made the unfortunate mistake of placing Draco and his Potions partner, Blaise Zabini, behind the ever so famous, Harry Potter and his sidekick, Ron Weasley and Draco had had his fun flicking the back of Potter's neck and throwing ingredients into the two Gryffindor's potion when they weren't looking, giving Potter and Weasley a big fat 0 for the lesson today.
"Ah, lunch time." he thought as his stomach rumbled. "Crabbe, Goyle, grab my things."
The two large oafs quickly picked up the blonde boys books, cauldron, and bag and followed him out of the dungeons and to the Slytherin 6th year boy's private bedroom. Draco ordered his two goons to drop his belongings on the floor and snapped his fingers.
"Come along now, you brainless gits. It's feeding time."
---
He had just finished his second bowl of tomato soup when the current Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Professor Albus Dumbledore, stood up and clapped his hands.
"Quiet down, please." the old man said joyfully.
The chattering continued on.
"Silence please." Dumbledore said.
Again, the talking did not cease.
Draco looked over to the Gryffindor Table and saw the littlest Weasley stand on her chair, point her wand to her throat, mutter a spell, and open her mouth.
"Hem, hem." she said in a falsely sweet, girly tone of voice.
Immediately the whole of Hogwarts was silent and most of the students were looking around for one of the school's former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Dolores Umbridge. When they saw it was just the Weasley girl, they laughed.
"Thank you, Miss Weasley." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. "As you all know, we are in dark times. The worst of all the dark lords, Lord Voldemort, has risen again and thought it has been only 2 months since his return, many wizarding and Muggle families have been killed already. That is to blame for the lack of school spirit."
"Teachers have been complaining that they have no one to punish because no one is setting pranks or staying out of curfew because of recent events. Thus, the teachers and I agreed to try and liven your spirit's with a ball!"
Dumbledore stopped talking as to let the whispers float around the Great Hall.
"Instead of the usual Halloween Feast, we will be having a Halloween Ball for all years, from 7 pm to midnight. Dress robes are not required but costumes are. If you must, take your bed sheets and cut eye wholes in them and come dressed as a ghost!"
"I resent that." said Nearly Headless Nick.
"So terribly sorry, Sir Nicholas..." Dumbledore trailed on but Draco tuned him out.
"A ball? Interesting..." he thought.
After a few minutes the students were dismissed. Draco and his cronies began the path to the Slytherin dormitories and sadly had to walk behind the Gryffindor Dream Team, who were unfortunately slowly walking as they talked.
Draco turned his ear to listen. No, he was not eavesdropping. Malfoy's do not eavesdrop. They just casually overhear other people's conversations.
"Great, just great. I'm supposed to defeat the Dark Lord AND find a date for the ball?" Potter complained. "Once again, I must embarass myself in front of another girl."
Draco could not help it. He had to give his opinion.
"I'd say it'd be more embarassing for the girl, but then again, at least they can wear a disguise." he said.
The trio turned around, sighing.
"Shove off, Malferret." Weasley said.
Draco sneered. "Cute... I believe I was talking to Potty here, Weasley. Not you."
"Ron, Harry, let's just go. Malfoy's not worth it and besides, Harry, I'm sure you'll have no trouble getting a date."
Draco laughed coldly.
"No trouble, Mudblood?" he said. "Have you even looked at Potter?"
"Harry gets loads of girls!" Weasley yelled, his face flushing. "Unlike you, of course."
Draco narrowed his eyes.
"Excuse me, Weasley? I get plently of women, thank you very much. Look at me- great hair, sexy eyes, well chiseled body... don't ya think so, Granger?"
She turned bright red.
Draco smirked. "I can get any girl in this bloody school to go the stupid ball with me."
"Oh yeah?" Weasley challenged. "Well, Malfoy, I bet you 20 galleons that you can't get one girl of my choice to go with you to the Halloween Ball!"
"Really? Well, I'm not going to miss out on an extra 20 galleons so I accept. Who is the lucky victim?" Draco answered, looking bored.
Weasley grinned.
"Someone who hates you as much as I do.." he said. Weasley was positively jumping in glee now.
"My sister."
Disclaimer: Do you really think it's mine? Of course it is not! ALL HAIL THE GREAT GODDESS, JK!
--CHAPTER 1: THE BET IS MADE: PROLOGUE--
Althought he enjoyed Potions, basically because of Snape and his fondess of favoring Slytherin students like himself, Draco Malfoy was glad when the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Snape had made the unfortunate mistake of placing Draco and his Potions partner, Blaise Zabini, behind the ever so famous, Harry Potter and his sidekick, Ron Weasley and Draco had had his fun flicking the back of Potter's neck and throwing ingredients into the two Gryffindor's potion when they weren't looking, giving Potter and Weasley a big fat 0 for the lesson today.
"Ah, lunch time." he thought as his stomach rumbled. "Crabbe, Goyle, grab my things."
The two large oafs quickly picked up the blonde boys books, cauldron, and bag and followed him out of the dungeons and to the Slytherin 6th year boy's private bedroom. Draco ordered his two goons to drop his belongings on the floor and snapped his fingers.
"Come along now, you brainless gits. It's feeding time."
---
He had just finished his second bowl of tomato soup when the current Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Professor Albus Dumbledore, stood up and clapped his hands.
"Quiet down, please." the old man said joyfully.
The chattering continued on.
"Silence please." Dumbledore said.
Again, the talking did not cease.
Draco looked over to the Gryffindor Table and saw the littlest Weasley stand on her chair, point her wand to her throat, mutter a spell, and open her mouth.
"Hem, hem." she said in a falsely sweet, girly tone of voice.
Immediately the whole of Hogwarts was silent and most of the students were looking around for one of the school's former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Dolores Umbridge. When they saw it was just the Weasley girl, they laughed.
"Thank you, Miss Weasley." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. "As you all know, we are in dark times. The worst of all the dark lords, Lord Voldemort, has risen again and thought it has been only 2 months since his return, many wizarding and Muggle families have been killed already. That is to blame for the lack of school spirit."
"Teachers have been complaining that they have no one to punish because no one is setting pranks or staying out of curfew because of recent events. Thus, the teachers and I agreed to try and liven your spirit's with a ball!"
Dumbledore stopped talking as to let the whispers float around the Great Hall.
"Instead of the usual Halloween Feast, we will be having a Halloween Ball for all years, from 7 pm to midnight. Dress robes are not required but costumes are. If you must, take your bed sheets and cut eye wholes in them and come dressed as a ghost!"
"I resent that." said Nearly Headless Nick.
"So terribly sorry, Sir Nicholas..." Dumbledore trailed on but Draco tuned him out.
"A ball? Interesting..." he thought.
After a few minutes the students were dismissed. Draco and his cronies began the path to the Slytherin dormitories and sadly had to walk behind the Gryffindor Dream Team, who were unfortunately slowly walking as they talked.
Draco turned his ear to listen. No, he was not eavesdropping. Malfoy's do not eavesdrop. They just casually overhear other people's conversations.
"Great, just great. I'm supposed to defeat the Dark Lord AND find a date for the ball?" Potter complained. "Once again, I must embarass myself in front of another girl."
Draco could not help it. He had to give his opinion.
"I'd say it'd be more embarassing for the girl, but then again, at least they can wear a disguise." he said.
The trio turned around, sighing.
"Shove off, Malferret." Weasley said.
Draco sneered. "Cute... I believe I was talking to Potty here, Weasley. Not you."
"Ron, Harry, let's just go. Malfoy's not worth it and besides, Harry, I'm sure you'll have no trouble getting a date."
Draco laughed coldly.
"No trouble, Mudblood?" he said. "Have you even looked at Potter?"
"Harry gets loads of girls!" Weasley yelled, his face flushing. "Unlike you, of course."
Draco narrowed his eyes.
"Excuse me, Weasley? I get plently of women, thank you very much. Look at me- great hair, sexy eyes, well chiseled body... don't ya think so, Granger?"
She turned bright red.
Draco smirked. "I can get any girl in this bloody school to go the stupid ball with me."
"Oh yeah?" Weasley challenged. "Well, Malfoy, I bet you 20 galleons that you can't get one girl of my choice to go with you to the Halloween Ball!"
"Really? Well, I'm not going to miss out on an extra 20 galleons so I accept. Who is the lucky victim?" Draco answered, looking bored.
Weasley grinned.
"Someone who hates you as much as I do.." he said. Weasley was positively jumping in glee now.
"My sister."