Do not let Potter antagonize you Draco. It was all a way to get to him some stupid game she was playing. Forcing himself to calm as he sat down for Potions, Granger sliding into the seat next to him quietly. Compelling himself to smile slightly at her, he was not going to let his fiancée get to him. It was not going to work, no not at all.

FUCK!

He did not sign up for this. His parents could cut his allowance for all he cared. He was never going to win this girl over. Watching his best friend in front of him chatting away with her, he can't help feeling slightly jealous of that. Even Blaise was in her good books just how did he do it? Thinking about his best friends' friendship with his own fiancée did not help.

FUCK!

'Malfoy.'

'Granger.'

'Do not snap at me just because your wand is in a knot.'

'I apologize.'

'An apology I think I'm hearing things.'

'Do not make me regret it, Granger.'

'Hardly going to do that.'

'What did you want?'

'You're crushing instead of slicing.'

He was. He looked down at the Potion notes, sure enough, he had made an error.

FUCK. He never, NEVER screwed up potions.

'It was rather sweet thing for Harry to say this morning.'

What? Why was she going on about what he overheard? He didn't want to hear anything about that right now. It was why he was in a foul mood, to begin with.

'If you say so.'

'Of course, I would be the same if it was my godson.'

Godson what? This was news to him. Wait she was telling him what they had been speaking about

'He's completely adorable so it's no wonder Harry loves him. He'll be turning one soon.'

So the man in her life she was in love with was her godson. Of course, she would love her own godson. So if she had been talking about him that meant she had not realized he walked past her. She was just replying to what was said, Granger had said he was turning one. Wait, one, he had been jealous of a baby, a damn baby. Well, at least it wasn't another man that brought a smile to his face. The next thing he heard completely puzzled him, to begin with.

'First Quidditch game soon isn't it?'

'Yeah, Slytherin against Gryffindor.'

'Oh, I'm not really interested in it. Will be supporting my house though,' she explained to him.

Girls Draco concluded were confusing too confusing. Wait, first, she tells him about their conversation and now she's talking about Quidditch. She was giving him an opening one he could use, something he had not thought of. Something they both had in common.

'Stir clockwise on the next step trust me.'

Frowning at him but then following his instructions the potion turns a deep red and her eyes widen realizing why, she turned back towards him with a small smile. He couldn't believe Granger and he had come to an understanding. Take that Blaise, he wasn't the only one who could befriend a Gryffindor.

Potions had gone well with the help of Blaise she had managed to brew a potion to a high standard. So ok she hadn't done it by herself but she had been rather proud of her efforts. Lunchtime she was the first chance she got to tell Ron about mornings advents.

'I can't believe I missed that,' Ron exclaimed.

'You are the one who decided to be ill somewhere,' Harry stated back.

'I still can't believe I missed that. Ferret-face must have been a picture.'

'So next time we start talking about cute babies you won't go running off.'

'I've learned my lesson.'

Her day had been going so well until she heard his voice.

'Good Afternoon Harianna.'

Snapping her head up to look at the calm collected face of Malfoy. That was a huge change from this morning he had clearly got over his jealous issue. 'Malfoy.'

'I've been wondering exactly what wrong with the gifts I've been sending?'

'Nothing just the fact that it is you sending them,' she retorted.

'Yes, lovely replies by the way.'

Harry folded her arms. 'What do you want?'

'I'm surprised at you I thought you would know that by now.'

She really wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. He needed to get over this, she was not going to go on a date with him. 'I'm busy Malfoy so it's never going to happen.'

'I'll bargain with you.'

Interesting. 'You will take the ring off?'

'Nope, that only happens after you go on a date with me.'

Harry growled there was nothing else he could possibly give her.

'I'll stop with the gifts and letters'.'

Or maybe there was something after all. 'I'm listening.'

'If Slytherin wins the next Quidditch match against Gryffindor you have to come on a date with me.'

If Slytherin won the game, no chance in hell. Did he not know, if he didn't know that she was practicing that meant he didn't know she was on the team.

'So if Gryffindor wins I get no more annoying gifts and letters from you.'

'Do we have a deal?'

'Deal,' Harry shook his hand.

'So I'll meet you here for the game then?'

'I said nothing about going with you Malfoy,' she replied. 'I'll see you at the game though.'

'HARRY are you mental,' Ron protested.

'Shut it,' Harry nudged him glaring at him, willing him to be quiet. Luckily Malfoy ignored this walking back towards the Slytherin table. Once she deemed Malfoy to be far enough away she leaned towards Ron.

'Sorry but no I'm not mental,' she whispered.

'Then what was that about?'

Harry raised her brows at him, smiling. 'One, when have we ever lost to Slytherin. Two Malfoy doesn't know who our Seeker is.'

'That's why he made the bargain with you. He's going to look like a right dick.'

'So the question is now how to keep the Quidditch team quiet.'

'If we have done it so far Harry I doubt a few more weeks aren't going to make a difference.'

'I guess not,' she agreed.

Now looking forward to our Quidditch game. If anything was to be sure she was going to make Malfoy regret ever making that bet with her.