"You're a self-centered ferret," Harry Potter spat, "the only person you care about is yourself. I bet if marrying oneself was legal you'd do it."

"And you're the bloody savior of the fucking Wizarding World," Draco growled, "you don't give a damn about yourself, just everyone who you're helping."

"That's a problem?"

"It is when you break a heart, Potter," he rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "Remember Weaslette? What about Romilda Vane?" Draco laughed coldly, "All you care about is saving the world, seemingly forgetting about some of the girls who look to you to save their world. People you don't know matter to you but girls who do mean nothing? Well you're just fucking fabulous then aren't you, Potter?"

"What about you, Malfoy?" Harry was seething. "You dumped Parkinson for Greengrass, then screwed with her sister. I like to think that breaking a couple hearts to save the world is better than breaking them for no reason other than my personal pleasure."

Draco bristled, realizing that Harry wasn't going to retract his claws. Fine, neither will I, he thought angrily. "I'm a better man than you are, Potter, doesn't matter if I screwed Astoria while dating her sister, who cares. They all forgave me, I apologized, all's fair in love and war."

"A better man?" Harry snorted, "I'll believe that when I see it."

"You want to wager on that?" Draco's mouth twitched, but he ignored it.

Another snort came from Harry's direction, he tried hard to ignore the urge to laugh and was using every ounce of willpower he had to do so. "That I'm a better man than you?" He smiled, "That's without a doubt a fact, Malfoy, I don't need a bet to prove that."

"What? Are you scared?"

Harry immediately tensed up, the smile dropping from his lips. "I'm not scared of anything, Malfoy." He paused, narrowing his eyes, "Name your terms."

"If you're such a better man than me, you go after Pansy Parkinson, president of my fan club. You bed her, you win." The last part was added in to spite Harry, he was sure his opponent would chicken out at having to sleep with someone he wasn't romantically involved with. Easy win in his mind.

"Fine, but only if you try your hand at Ginny Weasley." He knew he'd caught Draco off-guard with his response. "Same decree; you bed her, you win." He knew that it was impossible to get Ginny Weasley into bed, the only part that worried him was actually sleeping with Pansy Parkinson. It wasn't as though he hadn't been that far, he just preferred being intimate with people he loved, not someone he was repulsed by.

"Your best friend's sister?" A smirk donned his face, "Nice, Potter, nice."

"Does that mean you admit defeat already?"

Draco raised an eyebrow in an 'are you kidding me' fashion. "I never claim defeat, Potter." Silence bullied its way into the conversation, sitting in the air for a couple minutes. "And when I win, what do I get?"

"If you win, which with Ginny is impossible, what would you want?" Harry didn't miss a beat.

"You to publicly tell the Great Hall that you pale in comparison to me." It was childish, they always hated each other, but it would be a grand victory in the end. "And you?"

"The same." Harry put his hand out, "Deal?"

"Deal," Draco declared deviously, shaking his opponents hand. "Get ready to lose to the master of charm and seduction."

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