A/N: Hello! Hehe so what happens when you decide to gamble? Well some crazy stuff. Gambling is bad, kids! Jkjk, anyways, I hope you enjoy this. Will have lots of Dramione fluff hehe. Like always, read, review, follow, do what you gotta do my friends! All characters belong to J.K Rowling.
Enjoy!
"CHECKMATE!" Ron yelled, grinning, and Harry groaned.
"Aw come on mate, could you have just let me win once?"
"Nope!" Ron held his head high. Chess was his forte and his pride.
"Unbeatable champion eh?" Draco sauntered over to the two and scoffed. "Care for a game?"
"Oh it's on!" Ron exclaimed, eager to finally put that spoiled brat in his place.
"Not so fast…" The blond smirked. "You wouldn't think I'd play for nothing, did you?"
"Alright, what's the wager?"
"You win, I'll get you a new broom, a brand new firebolt. I win, however, I get to date Hermione for one week."
Ron was speechless. A brand new broom! But he was in a predicament, he had a crush on Hermione ever since fourth year and still hadn't worked up the courage to ask her out. What to do… a new broom or possibly having his crush get mad at him?
"Scared Weasel?" Draco crossed his arms and leaned against the wall looking smug as ever.
"Sod off Malfoy, we're not into gambling."
"I can cut a deal with you too Potter. If Ron wins, your entire quidditch team gets a firebolt. I just want the girl for a week."
"No way…"
"I don't ever say something I don't mean." He smirked.
"Let's play."
The red head shook hands with the blond, the game was on.
It was the most intense game of chess Ron has ever played. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he made his next move. A group of Gryffindors had gather around to see the intense match.
"Interesting choice…" Draco arched his eyebrows and made his move.
"What do you mean?" Ron examined the board and his eyes widened. It just couldn't be. He made his only possible and final move.
"Checkmate."If Draco could look even more smug, it just wasn't possible. "Now, I believe I have someone to inform for a week of dates." He grinned mischievously and sauntered off.
Ron still had his mouth gaping open and Harry was frozen in place.
"Hermione is going to hex you both!" Neville hissed.
Harry slowly nodded. This. Was. Not. Good.
"Come on!, We have to tell her at least before Malfoy does!"
Harry nodded in agreement with that and the two boys ran off in search for the bookworm.
"Her- *gasp* mion *gasp* e!" Harry panted, hands on his knees.
"We *gasp* have *gasp* some *gasp*" Ron tried to add.
"What's going on? Also, catch your breaths first before you kill yourselves. I'm sure it's not that important."
Just then, the boys' worst nightmares came true as Draco made his way towards them.
"Granger." He winked.
"What do you want Malfoy? You are actually interrupting something."
"Oh, I'm sure I am." He grinned. "But I just want to tell you that I'll be taking you on dates for the entire week, starting today at 8."
"WAIT WHAT?" Hermione's eyes went wide.
"Oh your friends didn't tell you?" Draco's eyes went over to Harry and Ron, who were still panting, yet now, they looked horrified. "Well, they made a bet with me. Long story short, Ron isn't as good as he thinks he is in chess, and lost. You're my prize. Meet me at the end of main staircase at 8, don't be late." He winked again and casually walked off.
"Wait! But-" Hermione stuttered before turning to face the boys. Anger flashed over her face. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU GUYS DO?!"
A/N: So whatchya guys think? I know there are a couple of stories like this out there but this is my spin on it. Cya on my next posting!
