This is my first Harry Potter story! The beginning is slightly cliché, but trust me, it won't go down that usual path. I really don't know where this is going, but I have to get it out of my system. I'm open for suggestions!

Oh, and by the way, Voldemort never had horcruxes, so he was killed the first time he tried to kill Harry.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Seriously, why would I be writing here instead of making millions of dollars by writing another mind-blowing series?

Draco was really angry.

"Drake, you alright?" asked Blaise, waving a hand in front of Draco's face.

Draco turned to give him a withering glare. "I really can't stand Weasley sometimes," he ground out through gritted teeth.

"You still mad about Potions?" asked Blaise, looking highly amused.

Professor Snape's voice rang out through the dungeon. "Potter and Zabini, Longbottom and Parkinson, Granger and Greengrass, Malfoy and Weasley …"

"Professor!" Draco protested. "I am not going to work with a Weasley!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy, but you have no choice," Snape sneered.

Weasley came over, looking annoyed. "Don't try anything. Our friends may have become more amicable, but I don't trust you."

"Be useful for once by not doing anything," sneered Draco.

Weasley scowled.

After half an hour, Draco was getting suspicious. Weasley hadn't done anything yet. He got up to fetch some more ingredients.

He came back, and took out a mistletoe berry to flatten out with his knife. Then, he felt a cool liquid being poured over his head.

He whirled around. "Weasley!"

Weasley had a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Ron!" gasped the Boy-That-Refused-To-Die.

"50 points from Gryffindor for pouring a unfinished potion on another student," snarled Snape. "Miss Granger, please escort Mr. Malfoy to the Hospital Wing."

Draco looked up in surprise. Snape looked at him neutrally, a knowing glint in his obsidian eyes.

"Come on, Granger," he snapped.

After they exited the classroom, she started laughing. "You're blue."

Draco looked at himself and scoffed. "Could have been worse."

While she was laughing, he allowed himself to stare at her, mesmerized. When she looked up, he put his impassive expression back on.

"If you weren't my best mate, I swear, Zabini, you'd be dead," Draco snarled.

"I know," he smirked. "What are you going to do?"

"Haven't thought about it yet," he snapped.

"Yeesh. No need to get so sensitive," Blaise sniggered. "After all, you're no longer blue."

"Shut it."

Suddenly Blaise sat up straight. "I've got a great idea for your revenge, Drake," he said, grinning. "Come on."

[Head's Common Room]

"Still can't believe you were made Head Boy," commented Draco as he walked into the Head's common room.

"Better me than you. At least I wouldn't peek into Hermione's room to catch a glance of her knickers."

Draco did not miss the casual use of her first name. "What'd you call her?"

"What, Hermione?" Blaise asked, grinning.

Draco narrowed his eyes.

"Relax, mate. We're friends."

"Sure. What's this plan of yours?" asked Draco, sitting on a couch across from Blaise.

"Well," he began, "I added a little wager to it."

Draco leaned forward. "Yes?"

"Remember that day when you said you were the best looking guy in the school?"

Draco narrowed his eyes. "I can get any girl."

Blaise smiled. Draco had fallen right into his trap. "We both can. Except for two."

Draco frowned, letting his composure slip for a moment. "Who?"

"Why, have you forgotten your little crush because of Weasley so quickly?"

Draco clenched his jaw, and Blaise knew he had him. "She's mine," he hissed.

"Don't worry," smirked the other Slytherin. "I have my eye on another Gryffindor."

"Who?"

"Weasley."

It took a second for Draco to process this.

"YOU'RE GAY?"

Blaise looked startled. "What? No! I meant Ginny!"

To his surprise Draco chuckled. "You've gone mental."

"Says the person that is obsessed with Hermione Granger."

Draco ignored him. "So, what you're saying is, I get Granger, you get Weaslette, whoever gets the girl to sleep with him first wins?"

Blaise nodded.

"How does this tie in with my revenge?"

"It's a known fact Weasley likes Hermione," he said with a shrug.

Draco smirked. "Very Slytherin of you, Blaise. However, you have an advantage. You don't have a bad history with the Weaslette."

"I thought you were more irresistible than me," Blaise taunted.

Draco narrowed his eyes, but he couldn't back down now. "Don't you want Weasley to suffer, though, too? If you win this bet, which you won't, Weasley won't get as much of a punishment."

Blaise shrugged. "I've never had any problems with Weasley. I couldn't care less about your revenge."

"Some best mate you are," growled Draco. Then a smirk spread across his face. "Whoever loses the bet has to tell Millicent Bullstrode that they've fancied her since second year, then kiss her during dinner in the Great Hall," he said triumphantly.

"Deal."

They shook on it.

"What did you guys just bet on?" asked a familiar voice.

"What took you so long, Theo?" asked Blaise, lazily laying back on the couch.

Theo grinned sheepishly. "Forgot the password."

"Again?" asked Blaise incredulously. "That's the third time this month alone! And it hasn't even been changed!"

"Sad, isn't it?" another feminine voice said.

Draco nodded at his best female friend. "Pansy."

"So, what's this about a bet?"

"None of your business," Draco said, leaning back on the couch.

Pansy turned to Blaise.

"He's trying to make Hermione sleep with him. I'm pursuing the youngest Weasley. Whoever gets their girl to sleep with them first wins."

Pansy narrowed her eyes. "You shouldn't play with a girl's feelings."

"When have we ever listened to you, Pansy?" smirked Draco.

Pansy shook her head. "When she finds out and you've already fallen hard for her, all I'll say is 'I told you so.'"

"He's already in love with her," said Theo, breaking the awkward silence. "See, five years is quite a long time to crush on a girl. However, you guys play your little game. I'm gonna stay a bachelor forever."

"Why?" asked Blaise in surprise.

"Oh, please. Girls always expect you to know their special occasions and the like. I can hardly remember my own middle name, how am I supposed to remember what a girl's favorite chocolate brand is or that mushy romantic crap?"

Pansy rolled her eyes and left, muttering, "Boys."

Draco turned to Blaise. "What's the deadline?"

"March 16, six months from now."

Draco nodded.

"Now, get out of my room," ordered Blaise.

Scowling, Draco obliged, hearing the door slam shut behind him, but not before hearing Blaise's exuberant laughter.

Dear Merlin, someone remind me why he's my best mate.

Well, that's chapter 1! What do you think? Should I continue?