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PROLOGUE

Draco Malfoy sat on the cold, wooden bleachers of the Quidditch stadium. He wore his school uniform, his Prefect badge glistening in the sun. He and a few fellow Slytherins were joking about, making snide comments about the Gryffindors, especially Potter. They booed and threw things at the field as the rival team scored, but still were in high spirits.

"Here comes Pansy" Blaise Zabini scoffed as Pansy Parkinson made her way through the crowded seats.

Draco rolled his eyes. "She's so damn clingy" he said, annoyed. He watched as Pansy was stopped by a teacher and told to sit down. He let out a sigh of relief. "I need a new girlfriend" he complained. "Or at least a good shag" Crabbe and Goyle nodded in agreement.

Blaise shook his head. "I don't know… Pansy's hot. I'd sure tap that"

Draco rolled his eyes. "She sucks in bed. And she never does anything…for me" he laughed.

Theodore shook his head. "Damn girls and their "I want you to do everything" attitude.

"Maybe it's because you suck in the sack" Blaise said.

"Shut up, Zabini, I'm good."

"I bet you're not good enough to shag someone in a week"

"I could do that with my eyes closed" Draco exclaimed.

Theodore Nott chuckled. "I dare you to shag the first girl we pick for you! In a week!" he exclaimed.

"A dare? Really?" Draco asked sarcastically.

"You just know that you can't do it" Theodore sneered, elbowing Draco.

Draco shoved him in response. "Shut up, Nott. I could do that in one day if I had to. I'm just not going to take an idiotic dare."

"I'm with Nott on this one" Blaise chimed in.

"Ooh. You're ganging up on me! I'm so scared." Draco said sarcastically.

"It'll be fun. A challenge with a good fuck at the end."

Draco thought for a moment. "Make it ten days and you got a deal"

Theodore nodded and shook his hand. "Deal." He scanned around the stadium. "No who's the lucky girl? You can't have any prior relationship with her" he said.

"No problem" Draco said.

"Or maybe, if you're so confident in your abilities, someone who doesn't like you. Like in a rival house" added Blaise.

"Like a Gryffindor" Theodore smiled sinisterly.

Draco clenched his jaw. "Gryffindor? I'm not shagging a Gryffindor."

"Not so cocky now, are you?" Blaise mocked. "Now the question is…which one?"

"I'm not shagging a fucking Gryffindor!" Draco exclaimed angrily, surprised at his slight loss of control.

Theodore ignored him and took out some binoculars, looking through them at the Gryffindor side of the arena. Suddenly his face lit up and his expression became even more sinister than before. He looked at Draco who looked thoroughly annoyed.

Draco felt his confidence was dwindling. Not only did he not want to shag a Gryffindor, but he wasn't sure he could even do it.

"Hermione Granger" Theodore murmured after a few seconds of silence.

Draco's jaw almost dropped. "You have to be kidding me. Granger? That mudblood? I'm not shagging a mudblood, Nott, I'm not shagging her!" he said angrily.

Blaise raised his eyebrows. "You just can't do it" he laughed.

Draco's pride was welling up inside him. He didn't want to be a bloodtrader, but he couldn't turn down this stupid dare either. "I could do it with my eyes closed. I just don't want to touch a mudblood"

"No one has to know. If you do this, then… we'll do your homework for a year" Blaise laughed. Theodore nodded.

Draco thought for a moment. If his dad ever found out he might literally kill him. But he also liked the idea of showing these two pricks that he could do it. Besides, no one would have to know.

"I'll do it" he said after a while, trying to sound confident. Nott and Zabini looked slightly surprised at first, but then smiled as well.

"Ten days" Theodore nodded.

***

After the match ended, the Slytherins weren't very happy. Everyone was mumbling profanities and throwing things into the pitch. Professor Snape had an even worse scowl on his face than usual, and the Slytherin team glared at the victorious Gryffindors as the high-fived each other, shouting and laughing about. Draco normally would have been more upset, but he had bigger things on his mind. Getting that uptight mudblood into bed. He tried to strut confidently down the pitch towards the castle, but he was worried. He didn't like it. He was already under an unbelievable amount of stress with his task from You-Know-Who, and he didn't need anything to add to it.

He walked towards Hogwarts, scrutinizing the surrounding students. Where was Granger? He then saw her bushy hair bobbing up and down in the crowd, and his stomach flipped. How the hell was he to do this? He was very thankful she was alone, without Potter or Weasley. He watched her walk along and noticed she was light on her feet, obviously happy from her house's victory.

Draco turned to Crabbe and Goyle. "Leave" he said flatly. They obeyed as usual and walked off. After they were out of sight, he took a deep breath and caught up to Granger, almost stumbling out of nervousness. He stopped behind her and clenched his jaw, then spoke.

"Granger" he said with his usual sneer.

Hermione turned around, looking exasperated. "What do you want, Malfoy?" she asked.

Draco thought for a moment. "Good game" he said finally said, trying to be nonchalant. He held out his hand.

Hermione raised her eyebrows and accepted his handshake. "Okay" she said slowly. Draco could see her mind trying to figure out his angle. As she thought, Draco shrugged and began to walk away. After a couple of yards he looked back to see Granger talking to Potter and Weasley, pointing in his direction and looking confused.