I don't own Harry Potter. That's probably good, because if I owned him I wouldn't sell any books...

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Harry and Draco got along really well. After all, they had one, no, two things in common; they loved quidditch and Hermione. And they hated Ron, now that he was with Hermione. Soon they became best friends. Ginny was worried:

"Harry, I don't think you should hang out with this Malfoy, I've heard pretty bad things about him," she explained to him.

Harry just stared blankly at her. "You don't understand anything!" he exclaimed, then he started to cry and stormed out of the room. He decided to go to the library, where he met, Draco of course.

"Hey, Harry," he said. "Have you been crying?"

"Ginny was making me insane with all her questions," said Harry, completely forgetting that Ginny hadn't been asking him any questions at all.

"I understand," said Draco looking very understanding. Harry sniffed. "Awww." Draco stroke Harry's hair. Harry smiled and was happy again. Draco surely was a good friend.

"Soooo.... what's new about Hermione?" asked Draco, looking very interested.

"She's with Ron. Of course. What else? WHAT ELSE!?" screamed Harry, obviously very frustrated about this. Madame Pince rushed over to them.

"What are you two boys think you're doing?" she exclaimed angrily. "Now get out. Out. OUT!" She forgot that it was a library and you were supposed to be quiet.

"Let's go to the courtyard," Harry suggested.

While sitting at one of the benches in the courtyard, Harry and Draco saw Ron and Hermione walking together, holding hand. Harry sighed. Draco glared at them.

"So," said Draco. "When I get together with Hermione- "

"Oy! Who said you're going to get with her!?" Harry exclaimed.

"Well... let's see. I have blond hair and I am pretty," said Draco. "You wear glasses. You're a nerd. (A/N: I wear glasses too... I'm not making fun of them) All nerds wear glasses."

"I am NOT!"

"You are."

"Hermione would never go out with you, though," Harry explained. "She thinks you're evil, mean... evil... and mean... and can't forget... evil!"

Draco went rather mad at this. It was not true! Though he had to admit Harry did have a point.

"Fine," he said. "Let's make a bet then."

"A bet?" said Harry.

"Mhm."

"Okay!" Harry said. "If I get Hermione, you have to give me... your team's broomsticks. And I get Hermione too."

Draco's pale eyebrows went invisible, Harry wondered if they got stuck in his hair. But soon they fell down again.

"Alright," Draco said. "And if I win.. I get Hermione, plus your Firebolt."

"No WAY!" said Harry. "I'd rather give you a hundred Galleons."

"I want your Firebolt," Draco demanded.

"But..."

"I thought you loved her!"

"But I love my Firebolt too!" said Harry, trying to explain it to Draco. Best friends could be so annoying sometimes.

Draco shrugged. "Then I'll just go and tell Hermione your deepest secrets..."

Harry was confused. "You don't even know my secrets!"

"It was just a threat okay?" said Draco and rolled his eyes.

"Fine. You get Hermione, you get my Firebolt. I get Hermione, I get your team's broomsticks... oh, and, plus all those poems you've been writing."

"My poems," squeaked Draco.

"That's right."

"Alright, fine."

"Deal?"

"Deal..."

They shook hands. They had a deal.