This is a two part one-shot. Enjoy the fic!

Harry Potter leans back in his chair with a sigh and a massive headache that could last for hours as he throws his cards on the table. He was so sure that he had the right hand to finally beat the three blokes playing poker with him. Harry went all in, too confident in himself and was now going home depressed and empty handed. His wife Ginny would not be too pleased.

"Ah, yes. I've finally defeated the boy-who-lived at something," the pale, blonde man who sat across from him laughed and smirked triumphantly. Harry frowned as he watched Draco Malfoy grabbing his poker chips greedily and placing it on top of his pile of green and blue colored chips.

"I'm out too," the dark Italian man sitting to Draco's left spoke. He threw his cards on the table, irritated at how quickly he had lost the game, especially when his competition was no competition. He looked at his opponents around the table and it pissed him off even more.

"You serious, Blaise. Out already? Seems no one is a match for me tonight," Draco bragged with a taunting laugh.

Harry and Blaise looked at each other then at him.

"Get over yourself, Malfoy," Blaise Zabini rolled his eyes. "Today's been a lucky one for you but I assure you, it's not going to happen again. Especially when I'm your competition," Blaise smiled which in turn Draco glared at him. He knew he was right. He himself was a poker master, but when they played poker together, Draco stood no chance against Blaise. But that didn't stop him from trying again and again.

"Hey, I'm still here."

Everyone turned to the look at the source of the voice. A man with noticeably bright red hair who sat next to Harry looked at them, offended that they had actually forgotten about him.

"Oh right, Weasley. Yes, I've forgotten about you. Bit surprised that the game has come down to you and me. Didn't think you could hang with the big boys." Draco smirked, wanting to push the Weasel's buttons as much as he could. It was too easy, Draco thought as he watched Ron Weasley's face flush red in anger.

"Hey, don't underestimate me, ferret. I've got much better poker skills than you," Ron snapped back, "Zabini, why don't you hand out the cards."

Blaise nodded as he skillfully shuffled the deck of cards on the table before handing Draco and Ron a stack of five cards.

Both men flipping their cards, making sure their opponents don't see their hand and poker face completely on point, Draco places his cards faced down and watch as Ron makes his decision.

Although, their game was of the muggle sort, the pureblood men didn't seem to mind it after being introduced to it at Hogwarts. Blaise mumbling one day that muggles were at least witty enough to create an addicting game such as this. The chips represent muggle money, but they've decided to convert the winnings after the game.

Ron pointed at his cards and Harry leaned over to get a better look. He had to do his best to keep his face from forming into the surprise he felt while looking at Ron's cards. There he read all spades: Queen, Jack, 10, 9, 8. A straight flush. Harry never would have guessed that Ron would be lucky enough to get amazing cards like that. He sat back in his chair and smiled, he might actually win this one, he thought.

Ron took a good look at his cards a little more before nodding and pushed all of his chips towards the center of the table. He had a good amount of chips, worth hundreds of Galleons, Harry noted. Blaise coughed and choked on his laugh while Harry continued to watch in silence, analyzing his best friends strategy, hoping he knew what he was doing.

"I raise you. All in," Ron simply said.

"Are you sure you wanna do that?" Draco questioned.

"Of course I do!" Ron said confidently. "Why, are you doubting yourself?"

"Ha, alright Weasley, don't get your knickers in a twist," Draco drawled, thinking of a great idea.

"Hmm, let's make this interesting, shall we? How about I bet you my house in Italy for the summer and throw in that nice muggle car with the sleek black finish that I got from my Italian client last year. What was it called again?"

Blaise whistled.

"You mean, y-your Ferrari?!" Ron squeaked, his mouth open with shock. Ron heard about the car the last time they played poker together. Malfoy didn't know what to do with it, other than have it sit in his house all day.

"Hmm, yeah. That one. I never understood muggle contraptions. Although I do like shiny toys, they tell you it's for transportation, but they treat it as a trophy. What's the use of it if it's going to sit there and get all dusty. If muggles only knew about apparating, they'd get their arse off of those muggle contraptions and never look at them again," Draco chastised.

"Really, Draco? You'd bet your Ferrari to this cheeky git instead of giving it to me?" Blaise disrupting the bet and wanting a legitimate answer for not giving his best friend the pretty little thing.

"Hey," Harry snapped at him for insulting his best friend, which Blaise looked at him and fumed.

"Potter, this is about a Ferrari, which I'd like to see myself in," he argued, "I don't think your friend deserves something as beautiful and expensive as that car."

"Don't worry, mate!" Draco laughed. "I'll let you take it out for a ride soon enough."

"That's a heavy bet, Malfoy," Ron smirked, ignoring the conversation and going back to him. His ego growing even bigger now that a Ferrari was involved. He could just imagine himself driving the damn thing, men and women seeing him in it and fawning over him, he felt heated up now more than ever.

"Not really," Draco shrugged. "I have plenty of summer homes across the world, Italy is just one of many. I haven't even been to that house in years, so you'd be so lucky even setting one foot in there," he pointed at him, expressing his prominent dislike for Weasley, reminding him that even though they were poker buddies, they would never be anywhere near the lines of being friends. "But hey, it doesn't seem like you have anything worth of value. Or anything worth more valuable than that," Draco jabbed.

Ron growled. He hated it when Malfoy mouthed off on his riches and then put him down for what he didn't have. Then Ron had an idea, he did have something of value, something no one but him would ever have.

"Oh, yeah? I'll bet you Hermione," Ron countered, crossing his arms, challenging the blonde and never breaking eye contact with him.

Harry looked at Ron in shock, wanting to snap his best friend out of whatever daze he was in. Blaise couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing, holding onto his stomach and slapping the table with his hand.

"Your wife? Weasley, really? That confident, eh?" Draco looked at Blaise who was hysterical and couldn't contain his laughter. Potter on the other hand, who had a worried look on his face, adjusted his thick glasses and couldn't stop squirming in his seat.

"Yeah, I'm betting you one night with her," Ron said with a certainty in his voice.

Draco rubbed his hands in anticipation.

"Alright then, this just got a lot more interesting," Draco agreed. "Okay, deal." He raises his hand as Ron does and they shake on it, finally completing their mutual agreement.

"Ron? What the bloody hell are you doing?" Harry finally spoke in a panic. "Merlin, Hermione is gonna throw a fit if she found out you were handing her out to your poker friends like some kind of car you can just lend to-"

"Mate, relax. She won't find out, I have this all under control. Although, she will be extremely surprised to find out that we will be spending the summer in Italy while driving around town in a nice car," he wiggled his eyebrows at him. Harry sighed and Blaise pats him on the back, feeling extremely sorry for Potter ending up with a friend like that.

"Weasley, it's still your turn," Blaise mentioned to him.

"Oh, right. Are you ready, ferret?" Ron sang as he slams his cards face up on the table. Showing the other two what his cards are and receiving a hiss from Blaise.

"Damn, Draco, I didn't think he'd actually beat you," Blaise grunted in a disappointed manner. Now he'd never get to even touch the Ferrari, let alone see it ever again, but Draco didn't react and just simply looked at Ron.

"Great. Nice game, mate. I'll be taking the keys now, why...are...you-," Ron looked at Draco in confusion, wondering why he wasn't moving or speaking or why he wasn't reacting the way Ron had been anticipating he would to his loss.

Draco simply put his cards down and smirked triumphantly. All three men stood up to look at Draco's cards carefully. Blaise chuckled and whooped as the other two boys turned pale. His cards were all hearts: 10, Jack, Queen, King, and Ace. A Royal Flush.

A much, much luckier hand than Ron's. He was in deep shit.

Guys, just so you know, I have no knowledge of poker at all. I'm sorry if I've like missed information or some type of rule that is part of it. I just don't understand poker, I tried my best! You can tell me all about it in the reviews! REVIEWS, PLEASE! Hope you enjoyed the fic! Thanks for reading!