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Bet

Chapter 2

Draco feels numb inside. Potter had actually turned him down! He can't understand why. He acted like a nervous wreck just before the question and well the question itself was just bloody pathetic. Where had he gone wrong? Maybe he just... God it is frustrating to even think about it.

As Draco sits on his bed he can't help but think about it though. There is an aching in his heart that he would never admit to feeling. It hurts him. It hurts him that Potter had turned down his offer. It hurts so damn much but he can't for the life of him understand why it should.

Draco is wrecking his brain for an answer, but it just won't come. Finally deciding that if it really mattered he'd figure it out eventually Draco starts thinking about new ways to get Potter to go out with him. Something about his last attempt must have been off.

Maybe he acted too cold when Potter had asked about his question. That had probably been it. And somehow, he is already regretting it, he would have to make it up to the brunette.

"But how do I do that?" Draco questions into the empty dorm room. He lies back onto the bed with his arms crossed under his head. How can he make Potter trust him enough to say yes to a date? How-.

Sitting up rather quickly the blond nearly hits himself for being so stupid. He wants Potter to trust him? How could he have forgotten the obvious? Be nice and, somewhat, trusting yourself. And maybe don't treat Weasley and Granger so badly, he adds as an afterthought.

Yes. Be nice to him and his friends and everything will go smoothly. Lying back down Draco is a bit surprised to find himself falling asleep with a smile on his face.

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"Dray wake up dammit!" The voice of one Blaise Zabini rings through the sleep fogged mind of the blond. In response to Zabini's... suggestion Draco does nothing but pull the covers over his head. He likes his sleep and he'd like to continue it.

"I don't wanna get up." He mumbles into his pillow in a very um-Malfoy like manner. Realizing an annoyed sigh Blaise takes matters, or rather the covers, into his own hands. In one swift movement Malfoy's covers are covering everything except their owner.

Letting out a quite pitiful squeak at the sudden cold Draco turns his head and gives Blaise his best death glare. The Slytherin merely rolls his eyes in return. As if he would still be effected by his best friends glares.

"Hurry the fuck up and get out of bed you lazy ass or you're gonna miss dinner!" Draco, knowing it would be the perfect chance to make things up to Potter, jumps out of bed and starts getting dressed. That's when a thought struck him. What in Merlin's name would the others think.

Turning around once he is fully dressed Draco locks eyes with his best friend. Would Blaise understand? He was after all not quite fond of making fun of someone based on a bet. Gryffindor or not.

"Listen Blaise I know you don't like bets but I made one with Crabbe and because of that I'll be sitting with Potty and the rest of the Golden Trio today you don't mind, do you?" Draco tries as hard as he can not to look away but the look on Blaise's face is one of utter disapproval. Without another word Zabini turns to leave the room. Looking over his shoulder he locks eyes with Malfoy.

"Not even Potter deserves having this shit done to him. I'm disappointed in you Draco." With that Blaise leaves the room and a hurt-looking Draco behind. The blond knows his best friend is right that some bets did more damage then good, but this is Potter. He has it coming. At least that's what Draco tells himself.

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Harry can tell something is wrong he just can't put his finger on it. Not that Malfoy asking him out wasn't weird in itself but Harry knows someone put him up to it. The way the blond had reacted to Potter's question is prove in itself.

A sudden collective gasp, coming from every student in the Great Hall facing the door, startles Harry out of his thoughts. Before he is able to turn around both Hermione and Ron look at him with utter confusion gracing their faces.

That's when he sees it. Their not looking at him their looking over his shoulder at something behind him. Turning around to get a better look Harry freezes. Malfoy is standing behind him. An apologetic smile on his lips and gray eyes sparkling with hope.

The way the blond is just standing there makes Harry more then a little uncomfortable. Raising an eyebrow at Malfoy Potter can't help but notice the blond's smile falter a little. Harry watches as Draco's gaze shifts itself from him to his friends.

"Ronald, Hermione would you mind if I sat with you guys tonight?" Everyone within hearing range feels their jaw drop. Malfoy wants to sit with the people he himself dubbed the Golden Trio? Harry can see a protest forming in Ron's eyes as Hermione all but crushes his foot with her own.

"By all means sit." She tells him with her own smile on her face. Harry can't seem to find the strength to pick his jaw up. Was Hermione sick or something? "Harry for Merlin's sake close your mouth you're catching flies."

Hermione's comment pulls a chuckle from the blond Slytherin. Seeing a twinkle in his best friend's eyes Harry feels very relieved that he hasn't told either Hermione or Ron about Draco's have-backed attempt of asking him out.

Numerous murmur finally break out all over the Gryffindor table as people seem to have, at last, broken out of their daze and realized that Draco was actually sitting with Harry and the others. The three Gryffindors and Draco eat in silence until Ron can't help, but gossip again. The boy was worse than Parvati and Lavender.

"Oh Hermione I haven't told you yet, have I?" Ron asks excitedly. Only a girly squeal was missing to complete the image of Ron morphing into Ginny. "Told me what Ronald?" Hermione asks a smile in place. Before Ron can continue Harry gets up from his place at the table.

"I'm done. I'll meet you two in the common room, kay?" The two Gryffindors nod ignoring the fact that Draco also gets up and follows Harry out of the Great Hall.

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As Draco follows Harry towards the Gryffindor common room, as inconspicuously as possible, he can't help but let his gaze drop to the other boy's ass. The way Harry's black and tight pants seemingly hug his thighs and ass is all but driving Draco insane.

The blond can't understand how Potter has yet to notice both his stares and the fact that he is being followed. With instincts like Harry's Draco can't understand how the other boy ever defeated you-know-who. Just as Harry arrives at a portrait he turns around and comes face to face with Draco.

"Why are you following me?" Draco can't even focus on the question. His heartbeat suddenly increases and a blush graces his pale cheeks. Merlin Potter was standing way to close to him and it was making his body do strange things.

Vibrant green eyes are burning into Draco's gray once and before the blond even knows what he is doing he leans forward and connects Potters lips with his own. Closing his eyes Draco only has one coherent repeating thought.

No kiss ever felt this good.

A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to update again. School's been an utter b****! I hope you liked the new chapter let me know what you think and who knows maybe many many reviews will help me update the next chapter sooner...;)