A/N: Written when I had NO Internet connection AND NO TV to watch on a RAINY day. UGH. I don't think it's very well done. But I decided to post it all the same. Feedback would be nice, but not required. To Zuko'sfirebendinggirl: I guess they could go to someone else's wedding naked. HEH! I'll think about it. Thank you chocoholicbookworm (I can so empathise with your name!HEH!) and MyHiddenStory for the really sweet and encouraging reviews! Enjoy if you guys can!

Betting

"I WON THE LOTTERY!" Draco screeched, dancing about the living room, aristocratic grace flushed down the proverbial toilet.

"What! Really?" Harry shouted above Draco's incessant and gleeful humming.

"No. Not really. I just felt like shouting that." Draco dead-panned, not pausing in his joyful rendition of what seemed to be Swan Lake.

"Oh. Okay." Harry muttered to himself before settling down back on the couch.

"NO YOU BRAINLESS FOOL! I DID REALLY WIN THE LOTTERY!" Draco shouted while jumping onto the couch and shoving a crumpled piece of paper into Harry's face.

"Very funny, Draco, I'm not falling for that a second time."

Silence reigned.

A pillow was accio-ed.

Harry was soundly trounced with said pillow.

"I won't share with you the money I won then." Draco said in a smug tone.

"How much did you win?" Harry asked, with glasses askew, trying to recover from the pillow battle from before.

"A HUNDRED POUNDS!" Draco gestured triumphantly.

Harry burst out laughing.

"Draco, love, we don't need the money…" Harry ventured, careful not to annoy Draco, who was now dancing, what looked like the waltz, with Drago.

"You're just jealous. Because I won the lottery." Draco smirked.

Harry stared. "Yes. Terribly jealous. And how will your spend your new fortune?" Harry asked, amused by Draco's obvious delight.

"I, will…" Draco, lost in thought, was still holding Drago by the forepaws. The kitten's feet were off the floor and it look none too amused.

"I guess I will just put the money in the bank." Draco muttered disconsolately.

"With all the other hundreds and hundreds of pounds you already have?" Harry laughed.

Draco glared at Harry.

Drago glared at Draco who was still holding him off the ground.

"Yes." Draco sulked, finally putting Drago down on the floor.

"Next time, I'm not betting money." Draco huffed.

"You could always bet with me…with…you know…erm…" Harry suggested tentatively, face turning slightly red.

"OOOOO. Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Draco rubbed his hands gleefully.

"You're one kinky blonde aren't you?" Harry laughed.

"Yes. And you're one kinky brunette." Draco grinned before sweeping Harry into a show-stopping kiss.

"Okay. I bet you can't get Drago to wear that silly green cat frock you bought." Harry whispered, breathless from the kiss.

"Bring it on."

And so began the betting life of a kinky blonde, a kinky brunette.

Drago, was not amused.