Disclaimer: Oh, the things I'd do if I owned Harry Potter . . . D'yah hear that, Rowling?!
Right-o, this is slash, live with it, it was in the intro and you're incredibly stupid if you're still here after reading it and you don't 'do' slash. SLASH: fanfic term for love/romance/etc between people of the same sex.
Anyway, this is supposed to be AMUSING! On with the fanficcery!
Just In Case
Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, was hitting his head repeatedly against the wall just outside the Great Hall. The noise coming from inside was terrific, but he didn't seem to hear it any more than his companion did.
"Well?" came Harry's stricken voice.
The pointy, aristocratic face of Draco Malfoy turned to face Harry from where he had been peering into the Great Hall. An excited, somewhat evil grin spread across nearly his entire face, giving him a vampiric appearance.
"They're taking bets on what House your "mystery girlfriend" is from." The Slytherin sniggered. Harry groaned, and resumed banging his head against the wall.
Draco got a fiendish idea.
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"So that's six Galleons total on Gryffindor, two on Ravenclaw, and thirteen Sickles on Hufflepuff," Ron counted. He, Fred, George, Dean and Seamus had set up the pool after the first two weeks when Harry wouldn't tell them who he was seeing. The end of the Gryffindor table nearest the entrance of the Great Hall had four pieces of parchment on it, one for each house. The amount of money and the names of those betting on the House were on the parchment.
Suddenly there was a thud, and a single golden Galleon was spinning over the hastily-written Slytherin. The Gryffindors looked up to find Malfoy, who had just tossed the large coin.
Draco smirked. "Just in case."