The Reprecussions of a Bet
As Told by Draco Malfoy and Evalana Harrison
Chapter One
The circumstances leading to the encounter leading to a bet
People never think about the reprecussions of their actions. "For ever action there is and equal and opposite reaction." Some muggle dude said that. Much as I rag on Muggles, some ot them have some good theories.
Eve says you have to have some semblance of order in a story like this. She's probably right. She usually is.
Very well. Seeing as I'm probably not gonna get anything until I work on this, we'll start at the beginning. Eve says it would be best for me to write this in an "Objective and unbiased manner."
That's the last time I let her read books on Sociology.
But I digress. This story begins on a day, like any other...
Draco Malfoy was depressed. This in itself may seem a cateclysmic event. But it really wasn't At least in the past year it wasn't. I mean, can you imagine a hansome man like him being depressed all his life? No! I mean look at that magnificent-
(OW! Eve just hit me. I guess I better behave.)
Usually Draco was a reasonably agreeable young man. If you weren't Harry Potter, a Gryffindor, a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff. Alright so unless you were a Slytherin or a teacher who's class he was passing, Draco would probably take time out to annoy you.
Now one might be under the impression that Draco was depressed because of the recent incareration of his father. But you would be wrong. Draco didn't give a hoot for that pomped up pansy.
(Yes, that is unbiased.)
In any case, Draco was walking around the grounds of Hogwarts. Due to his depressed nature he was not displaying his somewhat favoristic (What? Of course its a word! Come on Eve, give me some credit!) agreeableness. (I don't want to hear it Eve.)
In fact Draco was being equally rude to everyone. (Now that's what I call objectiveness. OW!)
On the particular time our story begins, Draco was walking around the lake for about the eighth time (Well more like tenth, but Eve says the first two times don't count because my lackeys were there) When he ran into Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Literally. And let me tell you, those two aren't very soft. Stupid prats just had to get fit and well defined. Ohh look at their masucline chests and erm...
(Eve, are you sure homosexuality isn't contagious?)
(Would you like me to prove your straightness?)
(Mmm, I'm getting the idea you want to have sex with me.)
(No, I was just going to show you a picture of Jean Claude Van Dam.)
(Oh God no!)
Well Draco ran quite literally into the prat and his assistant. This could be because he was walking with his eyes closed. (I maintain the right to with hold the information concerning what I had seen to make me close my eyes. Not that it was bad...)
(What do you mean I don't have that right?)
Draco looked up at Harry and Ron, who were pleased for some reason, the insufferable gits.
(That is not being biased, Eve! Phsth! It's not an oppinion if everyone thinks it!)
"Well, well, what have we here?" Ron asked. Draco knew it was a rhetorical question, but he answered anyway.
"Two tall and uncomly gits?"
Those boys really need to learn how to take harmless comments. Characteristically Ron went red with what was best assumed as rage while Harry sneered at him.
(Stealing my sneer, I might add.)
"I was under the impression you were the object of our discussion." Harry announced.
"Talking about me? I'm flattered you hold me in such regard."
"Hey, Malfoy, any chance of a good fight? We're bored."
(This coming from the carroty one.)
"Nah. I'm not interested." Draco replied.
"Come on, Ron, let's play a game. I know a good one."
(I swear I was a cat in another life time.)
"What game?" Draco asked.
(A/N: Ah, This is going to be a short little fic, only four chapters. It's already finished so once I get this up, I hope to update once a week or so. Sorry I didn't do this yesterday. I hope you guys like it!