Chapter 1

Draco

The Challenge

"So who are our conquests this year, Drake?" Blaise Zabini lounged across one entire couch in the dimly lit Slytherin common room.

We had just spent the Welcoming Banquet checking out the girls of all of the different houses. I laughed, sprawled across the adjacent couch, playing with a silver coin. "I don't know Blaise, who were you looking at?"

"Those damned Ravenclaw girls, I swear. The pale skin with the dark hair and the dark eyes... those eyes practically scream 'fuck me'."

"Not to mention the tits," I said with a smirk.

"Well now that you bring those up," he laughed. "Who were you looking at?"

I leaned up and looked over at him. "I did Slytherin my fourth year, Ravenclaw my fifth year, Hufflepuff my sixth year, which house do you think I was looking at?"

He smirked back at me, a dark skinned mirror image. "Going to challenge yourself to get some from Gryffindor this year, aye mate?"

I held my smirk. "Naturally. Though it isn't really a challenge, with my gods-given gifts."

"You're going to sleep with the Mudblood?"

I sat all the way up, leaning over on my knees and looking him straight in the eyes. "I already did."

He shot upright. "You WHAT?!"

I leaned back, throwing an arm casually over the back of the couch. "I already slept with Granger." I enunciated.

"When did that happen?" He was stunned.

"Ha, fifth year. She wasn't even a virgin, she probably lost it to Krum."

"Was she any good?" He broke out.

I frowned a bit. "For Granger? And what I expected? Hell yeah. She's a little minx."

"Okay, how did that happen?"

I laughed. "I'll never tell."

"Come on man, you got Granger. The Gryffindor Princess. Do you know how much that would kill the Trio?"

"Of course I do Blaise. But we were both consenting, and I wouldn't turn a great shag against her. Plus, I don't fancy being on the wrong end of her wand again."

He nodded, and then a grin broke across his face. "You know what would really kill the Golden Trio?" He seemed almost excited.

"What?" I asked, humoring him.

"Fuck the Weaslette."

I barely managed to contain my shock. "The blood traitor? No, Blaise."

"Oh c'mon Drake. You already shagged the Mudblood, what's a blood traitor? It isn't like you believe in that blood status crap anymore anyways." He relaxed back into the couch.

"No, I don't. But my parents do, because he does. At least the- at least Granger, he would write off. 'Her kind is meant to be used.' But a blood traitor? No."

He stole my smirk again. "You just don't think you can get her. Never thought I would see the day when Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Sex God, was afraid of an orange haired sixth year with the temper of a devil."

I grimaced, not taking the bait he threw out. "I don't want to disgrace my family again Blaise."

He shrugged. "Here's your alibi if they find out. What better way to deface the Trio than taking the thing they all love most. Take her virginity- she is, after all, practically married to Potter, and Weasley's little sister. As an added bonus, she's Granger's best friend. The Weaslette shags you, tells Granger, and Granger won't tell anyone to protect her. You tell the other two, and if they don't believe you they can ask Granger. Scarhead is heartbroken. Weasel is furious. Granger doesn't know who to support. Ginny is disgraced- all positives for us."

I sighed. "And what if it all turns in the same direction? She's just as bloody capable."

"It won't," He said smugly.

"How could you possibly know that Blaise?"

He got up. "Look mate, you've seen her temper a hundred times. We both know she hates being treated like a baby. When they pull the 'Ginny would never do that' card, she'll snap."

I glanced up at him. "You have this all figured out, don't you?"

"It's common sense to me. If you back down, you're scared." He sounded sure that I wouldn't.

He was right. I stood. "Fine," I said, offering my hand. "I'll sleep with the Weaslette." He moved to take my hand, I drew it back by the elbow. "If you shag Looney Lovegood."

His eyes hardened as I placed my hand out again, and he took it. "Deal," He said firmly.

We shook.

I pinned my Head Boy badge onto my robes as I walked back to the Head's Dorm. I knew without a doubt that Granger was Head Girl. Honestly, who else?

Perhaps we'll shag again, I thought. Before I seduce the Weaslette. I could use a good shag tonight.

"Pickled Newt," I said, and the suit of armor sidestepped and the wall slid up. I walked inside, and paused for a moment. There were two voices floating to me from down the darkened hallway. Granger, of course, and...

No. It couldn't be this easy.

Stepping into the common room, I stopped again. Granger looked up.

"You?!" She said, shocked and possibly angry.

"Me." I smirked, going to lounge on the unoccupied couch.

There was no mistaking the long ramrod straight orange hair of the person in the chair across from her. It was, indeed, the Weaslette.