A/N: So this is going to be our first non-oneshot, and we've sort of got a story planned out. This is only the prologue, and it is written in our usual RPG-style, but the rest of the story will probably be more fleshed-out with scenery and actions...we'll see.
In this Broadway played Draco, and Princess played Blaise. It will probably stay this way throughout the story, but again, we'll see.
Disclaimer: Yeah, J.K. Rowling, we wish... *snorts*
"Hey, Blaise, have you seen that little redhead this year? Pretty grown up, huh?"
Blaise replies haughtily with "I don't know what you're talking about."
Draco rolls his eyes. "Oh come on. Really? She used to be so...boyish. Now look at her! That long red hair, long legs..bet you can picture her pretty well, huh?" He nudges Blaise, "laid out on your bed, tangled up in your sheets..."
"Are you talking about the littlest Weasley?" He chokes on her name. "Honestly, mate, I thought you had taste."
"Me? I'm talking about you! I'm not the one eyeing her in the library instead of studying."
"Her? Oh no, I'm looking at her little, innocent Ravenclaw friend." He smirks. "Why do you ask?"
"Oh, no reason, jut thought I'd ask." A moment's pause. "Wait...when you say her 'innocent Ravenclaw friend' are you talking about..." he trails off.
In a slightly panicky voice, Blaise says "Well, you know, Ravenclaw is a perfectly suitable non-Slytherin alternative, and she's not nearly as crazy as she seems..."
"Are you getting defensive of Loony Lovegood? The girl is mad!"
"Be nice!" He smiles a little at the impossibility of what he's said. "Fine, be as mean as you want; I don't have to listen to this." He turns to walk away.
"Okay, okay. Fine. She's pretty hot, I suppose. Mad or no, she's well developed." He gestures in a vaguely hourglass shape to demonstrate.
"You're a pig. " An evil smile slowly emerges. "I have a challenge for you. Do you want to hear it."
"I'm a pig? You've slept with nearly as many girls as I have. You have no right to call me that. Though, I'm intrigued. What's your challenge?"
"Yes, but I always make the girls feel wanted. Also, I always give them a good time." He dodges Draco's half-hearted swipe at the back of his head, and goes on in a mock-serious tone, "your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to woo the little Weasley girl with whom you seem so fascinated within two weeks, without touching her."
Draco smirks. "I accept."
A/N: So how is it? Are you intrigued at all. Drop us a line to let us now. Constructive criticism is, of course, always welcome.