The Bet of Embarrassment
by TTnHPlover
Draco Malfoy sighed heavily. This was just NOT his day! He thought back to that morning in the Great Hall during breakfast…
When Draco had woken up that morning and walked into the Great Hall for some coffee and maybe some fruit, he encountered Potty, the Boy Who Lived to be Dramatic, and his side-kick Weasel. But the Know-it-All Beaver was nowhere to be found.
Oh well… thought Draco, Maybe she's injured herself, better not get my hopes up though.
About ten minuets later, however, Draco having drank two cup of coffee and on his third, and eaten half of a banana, Granger burst into the Great Hall, her long brown hair more bushy and wild than usual this morning. And she was carrying what looked to be Potter's Firebolt.
"Ha, Ron! I've done it! And now I can tell EVERYONE your secret!" she called halfway across the Hall. At the word 'secret' over half the heads un the Great Hall turned, Draco's included. She did not look at anyone but Weasley as she stomped over to the Gryffindor table.
"I can tell EVERYONE because I'VE just flown a BROOM! So what secret should I tell Harry? She half asked, and half yelled to Potter. She got to the table and stood in front of Weasley and asked Potter again,
"So what secret Harry?" he got up and leaned over and whispered in her ear as she got a maniacal grin on her face. "Alright! Now help me up, please, Harry?" he held out a hand as Hermione got onto a chair and with Harry's hand for balance climbed onto the Gryffindor table.
"Attention Please!" she shouted, there wasn't one person who wasn't already watching her. "On a bet with Ronald Weasley, I flew a broom this morning at," she consulted her wrist watch, "7:37am," a few people clapped for her. Easily impressed, I fly almost every day! Draco thought folding his hands. "Yes, and he bet me that if I rode a broom, then I could tell ANY of his secrets that I wanted!" Draco leaned forward in his chair, as did about half the school.
"Ronal Weasley wears-" Just then, someone burst into the Great Hall, looking mildly surprised to have everyone in the Great Hall staring at her. But she shook it off and walked straight over to Hermione
Do you by any chance happen to own a large, yellowish very flat cat?" she said airily
"Er… yes Luna, but why?" she said, hopping down off the table to talk with the Raven claw. Draco went back to his coffee and banana, wondering if he would ever get to know what Weasley wears that he didn't want anyone to find out…
…Wait… did he really want to know that? Draco had about two seconds to ponder this before Hermione came back and stood on the table once again helped by Potter.
"Alright, alright… now, what was I saying… oh yes! Ronald Weasley wears fluffy pink underwear for good luck during Quidditch matches!" she finished triumphantly as Weasley's whole face, both ears and neck turned as red as his flaming hair.
Now, at lunch, Draco had had all morning to think about Weasley flying in fluffy pink undies…
He sighed, picked up the nearest utensil and held it to his throat.
"Good-bye sick-minded world, I shall not miss thee!" he said dramatically, and pushed the utensil to his neck… when he didn't feel the sharp pain he pulled it away from his throat and looked at,
"A spoon…?" he said in disgust. He threw the spoon in the direction of Pansy Parkinson and hoped that it hit her as he stomped to the Slytherin dungeons to try and forget what he had been thinking all day.