The gods hated him, Harry decided as he subconsciously pulled on his out fit. One would think that killing an evil megalomaniac dark lord would cancel out any bad karma. But no, in his past life Harry James Potter must have killed an entire planet for this level of evil to fall on him.
It had started up as a normal week end, he had met Ron and Hermione at The Three Broom sticks for their weekend drink fest. Harry happened to spot his old rival Draco Malfoy and feeling emboldened by drink went to sit with him followed of course by Ron and Hermione. A few drinks later and all hostility was forgotten in favorer of a drunken poker game. One of the sober patrons of the bar was pulled over and paid to write down their bets
Everyone won and lost, but only Harry had agreed, drunkenly might he add, to Draco's last bet. And he had lost. Spectacularly he might add. What was the bet you might ask? Harry once again pulled down the short skirt of his naughty maid outfit. You really don't want to know.
