A/N: I just wanted to say thank you to all my readers and I really appreciated the reviews. Also, sorry about the weird format in the previous chapter, dunno what happened there.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters, sadly, just the plot.
Malfoy headed down the dungeons, towards the Slytherin common room. He felt discussed with himself.
This'll all be over soon. He thought to himself.
He made it to his destination, gave the password and stepped into the common room. Crabb, Goyle, Zabini, and Pansy where waiting for him to return, just as he thought.
"Well?" asked Zabini.
Malfoy reached into his pocket and took out her underwear. He casually tossed them at Zabini.
"Damn it!" exclaimed Zabini, pounding a fist into his leg. He began to fumble with his robes.
"That's right, now pay up."
"Hang on," began Pansy, Zabini took his attention away from his robes and to Pansy who, walked over to Malfoy and stared into his eyes for a moment, "You didn't have sex with her, did you?" she finished.
Malfoy didn't replay and it was painfully obvious to everyone that he clearly hadn't.
"The bet was you shag her and bring back her knickers as proof. Not bring back a pair of her knickers," Zabini said tossing the panties at Malfoy. He caught them and replaced them into his pocket, no one seemed to notice this.
"I think he wants to back out of it," began Pansy once again, "Has Draco Malfoy, the 'Sex God of Slytherin' finally met his match?"
"I'm NOT backing out of this and no, I could have fucked her on the first night this all started. I've got her eating out of the palm of my hand." Malfoy said rather hotly.
"If you're not backing out, then why'd you bring her knickers back without shagging her?" asked Crabb.
"It's bad enough just snogging her," answered Malfoy in a small voice.
"No one's forcing you to, Draco. You don't have to shag her if you don't want to. Of course, you'd be losing 100 galleons," said Pansy.
Honestly, Malfoy didn't care about the money anymore. The thought of having to shag Hermione Granger was revolting.
When this whole bet started, Malfoy was looking forward to deflowering Gryffindors perfect little virgin, but now he was seriously considering backing out of the whole thing. He had begun to think of this the very first time his lips met hers. She tasted of mudblood waste and he didn't want to stain his 'purebloodedness' by shagging a mudblood. There was only one thing keeping him from backing out of this bet, and that was Zabini. If Malfoy was to lose this bet, Zabini wouldn't let him live it down. Also he didn't want to give Zabini that kind of satisfaction.
"Fine, Ill shag her. I'm not going to like it though," stated Malfoy.
"Oh, but she will," Pansy said with a smirk on her face.
After her remark the portrait hole to the common room opened and swiftly shut. Oddly enough, no one had entered or exited the room.
"I'm off to the library," said Hermione
"Alrigh'," said Ron with a mouthful of potatoes in his mouth.
Harry gave her a questioning look, but simply shrugged his shoulders. He watched her leave the Great Hall. Harry glanced over to the Slytherins table and noticed that Malfoy was no longer there.
Theres defiantly something going on, he thought.
"I'm going to see if Hermione'll help me with that potions essay," he said to Ron.
"See if you can copy hers for me."
Harry nodded and made his way to the library.
Once he arrived, he ducked behind a bookshelf and withdrew his Invisibility Cloak from his bag. (He'd gotten into the habit of carrying it around with him all the time due to many times when ne could have used up, but didn't have it.) He threw it around himself and began to look for Hermione.
It didn't take him too long to find her with Malfoy. Although, he wished he hadn't caught them in some very 'unhermioneish' acts.
After, what felt to Harry, a few moments and some moaned words from Hermione that made him blush, Malfoy began to make his was to the exit of the library.
Harry acted on instinct and fallowed Malfoy. They journeyed down a few flights of stairs, passed the Great Hall and into the dungeons. They had made so many turns that Harry gave up counting after 20. How anyone in Slytherin was able to remember how to get to their common room was a thought that amazed him. Finally they arrived at the Slytherin common room entrance. Malfoy told the password and they both slipped inside.
Inside the common room Harry saw the familiar faces of Crabb, Goyle, Zabini and Pansy.
"Well?" Harry heard Zabini say.
Harry watched as Malfoy tossed Zabini Hermione's' underwear. This caught his attention greatly and he listened to their conversation very intensely. As if he was trying to remember every word they were saying.
I could write down what they're saying, he said mentally. Harry quickly dismissed this thought. They would most likely hear the scratching of quill to parchment, he didn't fancy getting caught.
Harry returned his attention back to the conversation, his big brother complex kicking in.
How could they do this to Hermione, he thought becoming outraged.
They're Slytherins; they don't have anything better to do, said a small voice in the back of his head.
"Fine, Ill shag her. I'm not going to like it, though," he heard Malfoy say.
It took all of Harry's willpower not to knock Malfoy out night then and there.
"Oh, but I'm sure she will," at Pansy's remark, Harry thought it was time to leave. He didn't care how strange it was that the portrait hole opened and closed without, as far as they could see, anyone entering or leaving the common room.
Malfoy only thought of one thing after this strange event occurred, Harry Potter. He knew Potter had a precious treasure, also did he know that he used it frequently.
He thought back to super, trying to remember if Potter was still at the Gryffindors table. Malfoy finally remembered Potter staying at dinner after she left. Knowing that the portrait liked its practical jokes, didn't think of Harry Potter anymore that night.
It was well after curfew when Harry found his way out the dungeons and way too late in the night to tell Hermione what he just learned. Luckily tomorrow, technically today, was Saturday so he'd be able to talk to confront her about without having to work about teachers overhearing.
Once Harry had made it to the portrait of the Fat Lady, he took off his Invisibility Cloak. He gave her the password, climbed through the common room entrance and off to his dormitory. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep.
Harry awoke the next morning due to the bright sunlight coursing though the dorm room. He glanced over at the wall clock and it said 12:32. Harry grabbed a quick shower; got dressed and made his way down the Great Hall, hoping he'd be able to catch Hermione having lunch there.
He was almost at the entrance of the Great Hall when, none other than, Draco Malfoy emerged from the dungeons, alone.
Without thinking, Harry cried out, "Oi, Malfoy!" Harry began to quickly advance on him, feeling a fiery protection build up in his chest for Hermione. He was not only feet away from Malfoy.
"Ah, Potty!" Malfoy began, "What a pleasant surprise! Where's Weasel and your filthy mudblood?" His voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"If she's as filthy as you make her out to be, why've you been snogging her in the library?" He asked rather quickly.
"It's not my fault the bookworms easy," Malfoy replied with an evil smirk on his face.
Something within Harry's chest exploded and before he knew what he was doing, he grabbed two fistfuls of Malfoys shirt, lifted him of the ground and slammed him as hard as he could into the closest wall. Malfoy was too shocked to even try to fight back.
"I know about the disgusting bet you have going on with your followers. If you don't stop it right now, I swear to Merlin, Ill cut your dick off."
Harry let go of Malfoy. He was about to go to the Great Hall when he had an idea. With all the strength he could muster, he threw a punch directly at Malfoys face. Harry made contact with his nose, heard a crack and watched as Malfoy fell over backwards.
Harry bent over the now quivering Malfoy and asked "You know what the funny thing about purebloods and mudbloods is?"
Malfoy didn't answer.
"They both bleed the same color."
