Harry Potter is not mine *cries*

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Draco wouldn't really mind losing his team's brooms; after all, only one of the seven was his own. But he knew he would mind losing his book with poems, most of them were dedicated to Hermione. It had only been the last time Draco spent time writing poems, well, except from those hate-poems dedicated to Harry in his first year. He really didn't want Harry to see them. That's why he decided to win this bet. He just had to make Ron fall in love with another girl, and then he would be Mr Comfort. Didn't seem too hard. So he went girl-hunting in lunchbreak. The first girl he found was Lavender Brown with Seamus Finnigan stuck to her arm. They looked like they were in a very deep conversation, but Draco, being the evil boy he was, did of course not care.

"Brown!" he said and glued a big, toothy grin on his face.

Lavender took her eyes away from Seamus's and looked at Draco. "Malfoy.." she didn't look very happy to see him there. She had, after all heard many things about this Malfoy, and not all of them were good.

"Listen, will you do me a favour?" Draco tried to make his small, grey eyes look like begging puppydog eyes.

"What is it?" Lavender looked suspiciously at Draco. She wasn't sure about this. Her dog had brown eyes, so she really didn't fall for Draco's trick.

"Fall in love with Ron. Please? For me." Draco's smile widened, but it didn't suit his face. It made him look very cheeky.

"Ron?" Lavender started to giggle; "Did you see him at the Yule Ball in our fourth year; he wore maroon robes. Maroon! That was so 1890!" She laughed and squeezed Seamus's hand, who tried his best not to look like he was in deep pain.

"Yeah. 1890," said Draco, starting to get a little annoyed. When, when was she going to answer his question? He decided to ask himself, before Lavender died from laughter cramps and he was blamed. "Will you answer my question then, Brown?" he said, trying to look like he wouldn't start shaking her in any minute, forcing her to do it, whether she liked it or not.

"Oh that," Lavender rolled her eyes. "Well, I kind of am with Semmy-kins, here," she said softly and looked lovingly at her boyfriend.

If Draco wasn't annoyed at Lavender for not helping him, he would've been amused by the fact that she said 'Semmy-kins'. But he wasn't. Instead he went to find other people. "Fine," he said and walked away.

Draco continued the searching. Why does this have to be so hard? he thought. I mean, Ron isn't that bad. Well... who am I kidding. He is. This'll take me a long time. He sighed. But he DID want Hermione, and he DID want Harry's Firebolt (he wanted that really bad, it was after all the best broom there was). And he didn't want Harry to get his book of poems with bad rhymes (which he didn't think were that bad by the way). He kept thinking about this while he was walking, and didn't look where he was going. Suddenly, he bumped into someone.

"Watch out!" Oh, it was only Ginny. Draco looked at her with disgust.

"You watch out. I was walking here you know," Draco said angrily. Ginny just stared at him. Then she shrugged and started to walk away.

"Girls!" Draco muttered under his breath while he watched the red-head walk away. Then, before he could stop thinking (and he didn't stop for thinking much), he called out after her: "Oy Weasley, won't you fall in love with Weasley for me?" But when Ginny just stared at him again, he found out she wouldn't do it for him. Probably because he was a Malfoy. And it had sounded so much better in his thoughts.

At dinner-time, Draco still hadn't made any progress in finding a girl who was willing to fall in love with Ron. He plopped down on an empty seat, next to a Slytherin girl we never hear anything about; Blaise Zabini. She was trying to get some food on her fork, but was missing. Blaise wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she sure was pretty. She was single now, though, and Draco got an ide –

"Hello, Malfoy," Blaise said, gazing somewhere. Draco tried to follow her eyes.

"Zabini." Malfoy nodded, and tried to follow her gaze. It ended somewhere at the Gryffindor table.

"Who're you looking at?" Draco demanded to know.

Blaise's cheeks went redder than the Weasleys' hair, which stood in contrast with her white hair. "No-one," she said quickly and hid behind the mug of pumpkin juice.

"Is it Longbottom?" said Draco.

"WHAT? Ewww, no. He's so, unpopular," said Blaise. Draco was surprised that she knew a word that long. He raised his eyebrows.

"Harry?" he said.

"Yeah, right, Potter. Friend with the mudbloods and umm... something I can't remember right now." Blaise rolled her eyes.

"Um yeah, the mudbloods," Draco said and coughed. His cheeks went a shade of pink.

"Yeah haha," said Blaise. "It's not like us in Slytherin has a crush on a mudblood."

"No, no, of course not. Then who is it?"

Blaise leaned forward to Draco's ear. "If you tell anyone, you're dead." She pierced him with her blue eyes.

"Yeah. Of course. Dead." Draco nodded. Blaise placed her lips at Draco's ear;

"It's Weasley."

"Please tell me it's Ron and not that little sister of his," Draco said. He hoped it was Ron, but if it was Ginny it could also be interesting.

"Of course it's Ron," Blaise hissed.

"I think..." Draco left the sentence in the air – "I think you should try with Ron. He looks like that kind of guy to fall for a cheap chick like you."

"You really think so?" Blaise was flattered. "But isn't he with this mud-blood?" she said and glared at Ron having a steady arm around Hermione's shoulder.

"Well, it's your job to break them up," Draco said, sounding very important. "You are good at that."

"Oh, stop it." Blaise blushed. Draco was such a gentleman; giving her compliments all the time. "But yeah, I can admit, I'm quite good at that." She smiled broadly, Draco smiled in return.

"Don't disappoint me," he whispered to her. Then he left the table, while Blaise's eyes were fixed at Ron and Hermione. Oh, that beautiful red hair... those gorgeous brown eyes. She assumed they were brown, since she had never been that close to him before... The freckles – well, she could always do something with the freckles when she had got the power over him.

"I won't," she said. But then Draco already was far away.

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