Confused and frustrated. That was how Draco found himself Saturday night at 12, sitting in the darkness of the Slytherin Common Room, sipping Firewhisky straight from the bottle. The firelight casted eerie shadows on the rest of the room, and he couldn't help but wonder where the rest of his house had ran off to.

"I don't know why you don't just drink the Jacks I got you for your birthday." Blasie's deep, smooth voice entered Draco's sloppy thoughts.

"You know I don't do muggle shit, man." The irony was not lost on him.

Because, the fact was, Granger would not let him 'do' her.

It turned out, and he sort of wished she had told him before he had made that stupid pact, that Granger, Draco shivered at the mere thought, was a virgin.

He didn't think any of his fellow seventh years were virgins.

He just couldn't picture it.

Just imagine his surprise as he started removing his dick from his boxers, his fingers beginning to slide underneath her panties, when Granger gasped, jumped off him, and stuttered about 'not thinking it would be like that.'

Well what the fuck did she think it would be like then? A constant PG make out session? Suitable for all ages?

"Not true. You smoke their cigarettes, you smoke their weed, you've even been known to snort their coke." Blasie entered his line of vision, wearing dark denim and a white pressed shirt. He grabbed the bottle of firewhisky and poured him self a generous glass before replacing it in Draco's hand. "You shop at their fine establishments, you drive their cars, you even, dare I say it, enjoy watching their porn."

"And that's the extent of that." The firewhisky was beginning to not burn as much going down, a side effect indicative of how much he had already had to drink. "Muggles know their drugs. And cars."

"Ah, my fair Draco, what you don't know, and from the look of things, are dying to find out, is that Muggles also know their women. Why, I find almost nothing as exciting as entering a fine muggle woman's uncharted territory. It's just one of those things you have to experience to gain a true appreciation."

"What the fuck, man."

"Yes. I know about you and our awkward, yet enduring, Headgirl. And I also know about her inexperience and virgin tendencies."

"How the hell-"

"But what we must attempt to do is make the Headgirl earn her name, if you catch my drift Draco."

"Blasie-"

"Ah, Draco. You know better than to interrupt me." Draco glared. He should know by now that nothing got past Blaise. His knowledge of the school might possibly surpass girl Weasel and her minion. "But what you should know is that your predicament interests me."

Draco couldn't stop the sneer that started spreading across his mouth. Anything that interested Blaise usually led to large sums of Draco's inheritance being deposited into Blaise's bank account.

"I know you have become, well, for lack of a better word, obsessed with Granger. You find her beautiful and peculiar, and really, who could blame you. She really has filled out these past couple years, and I myself have never been able to pass up a blonde, natural or not. And those lips- why if I had a sickle for every time I heard a fellow classmate of ours imagining them wrapped around their cock, effectively shutting her up once and for all. But I'm getting off the topic. What I doubt, dear Draco, is her obsession with you."

"Please. If there is one thing I have never encountered-"

"I do not doubt your bedding skills. Oh no, I know fair to well you are the school's Casanova. I only doubt Ms. Granger's stubbornness. And I don't think she is planning on losing it anytime soon."

"That's where you-"

"So I believe a bet is in order. 1,000 galleons that you won't be able to fuck Granger by, lets say, the end of the school year."

Draco smirked and took another shot of his firewhisky. "You know how money bets hardly keep us entertained. What's your other condition?"

"That once you fail, I get to have a go." Draco took a second to think it over. Most of their bests were over Quidditch games, never anything as intimate as fucking.

Blaise had been a family friend since they were children; their mother's being apart of the same class at Hogwarts. So he knew Blaise was twisted. Maybe that was why they got along so well.

"It's a deal. 1,000 galleons I will bed Granger by graduation, and should I fail, you also get to have a go. Surely she doesn't stand a chance against Hogwarts finest."

"A toast!" Blaise pulled a large bottle of Jack Daniels from a near by table, and filled his glass to the brim before grabbing Draco one as well. "To Draco Malfoy, starting to dabble in the finer of muggle things."

"To Draco Malfoy making an easy 1,000 galleons."

"That is still to be seen." Blaise said after they both swallowed their shots. "Now it's some gay Hufflepuff's birthday party tonight, and we are already an hour late! Come one, I'll give you some of my joint on the way."