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Thanks again everyone. I just hope this all makes sense when I'm done.

I hope my Draco isn't too OOC. Oh, and Blaise in this fic is female. Italics denote Draco's thoughts.

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Part two: Place Your Bets

In walks Draco Malfoy. At 6ft tall with white blonde hair, and piercing grey eyes, it's hard not to notice him enter a room. If it weren't for his 'bodyguards' Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, girls would probably throw themselves at him left and right.

"Get moving pretty boy," said Blaise Zabini. Blaise and Draco met at the ripe age of four. They've been inseparable ever since.

"Keep your knickers on Zabini, I'm looking for a possible candidate to shag later."

"Mmm. Who could that be?"

"Haven't decided yet," said Draco. With his grey eyes scanning the great hall.

"Come on Drake! I'm starting to whither away standing here. I'm famished!"

"Alright! Just stop your whining."

Draco and Blaise move to sit in their usual location at the Slytherin table, next to Crabbe and Goyle already stuffing their faces. Two tables over, sit the Gryffindors. Or as Draco likes to call them 'Gryffinbores'.

"Oooh look Drake! Waffles!" Blaise didn't catch the slightly irritated look Draco gave her. She was too busy digging into her waffles and orange juice. Draco continued to scan the hall for a possible bedmate.

Hmm. Let's see. Hufflepuff table.. out of the question. Who would waste their time there? Ravenclaw. Shagged most of the guys. Girls.. too innocent and inexperienced. No time to teach. Just the thought of him explaining any sexual situation to a Ravenclaw made him laugh out loud.

"Hm?" asked Blaise with a mouth full of waffle.

"Just wondering if I should bother fucking another Ravenclaw."

"Oh no, certainly not a girl! You remember what you said last time about that one girl, how she thought a blow job was her fanning your crotch." Blaise said while laughing hysterically. Draco was not amused.

"Maybe you should have given her a book or something so she could read up on those type of things. I could let her borrow my copy of 'Fallatio for Fools'."

"Was it absolutely vital for you to tell me you have that book?"

"What do you mean? I borrowed it from you."

"…"

"Just kidding drake."

"…"

"Jeesh, you do need to get laid. How long has it been now?"

"Ten days."

"Whoa. That's a record! What, or shall I say who are you waiting for?"

"I don't know. I just want a really great shag. I want something new, different, a challenge. I want a grade A fuck."

"Ooooh. If you find someone that fits into that category sign me up!"

"Right Blaise. You're more talk than action."

"Speaking of action, look who just walked into the great hall."

In walks Harry Potter with his unruly black hair messier than ever. His best friends Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley were already in their usual spots as he made his way to the table. Harry always had a slightly disheveled look about him. But today was totally different. His top buttons to his dress shirt were missing, his tie was hanging on for dear life, and his robe looked as if someone had used it to put out a fire. In short, Harry looked a mess.

"Wow, looks like Pot-head had a rough night last night," said Blaise. "What was hero boy out doing this time, slaying a dragon?" Hmm, slaying a dragon, thought Blaise. Just then Blaise had an idea pop into her head. It was so sudden you could almost see a light bulb switch on above her. She looked over at Draco, who was too busy staring at Harry to notice.

Draco hadn't heard a word Blaise said. He was too busy looking back and forth between Harry and his ex-girlfriend Cho Chang. Harry and Cho were the school's 'it couple' until Cho cheated on Harry with some Hufflepuff named Jason Jeffries or something like that. Figures. Blaise's next statement had managed to rouse Draco from his current thoughts.

"Drake, how about Potter?"

"What!" Draco almost choked on his eggs benedict. "Are you insane?"

"Oh come on. Don't think I've never noticed the way you look at Potty."

Draco's mouth opened and closed like a fish.

"Draco dear don't do that, its not becoming."

"Fuck becoming, how could you say that? As if I'd ever touch Potty like that. I'd rather let Crabbe bash his face in."

"Well maybe you should use all that aggression in the bedroom."

"Save it Bini."

"C'mon you did say you wanted a challenge. I think he'd be your greatest challenge yet. You never know, it may be worth it. I did hear he fucks like a dream."

"Yeah right. Where'd you hear that from?"

" I can't give away my sources."

Draco would have rolled his eyes at that if it weren't beneath him to do so. Instead, he sent one of his signature smirks her way.

"Then why would Chang cheat on him? He obviously wasn't doing something right."

"I don't know. You can ask her after you see for yourself."

"No! That is not an option. I would rather fuck Snape than that Gryffindork."

"Gross Drake! Bad mental picture. You want to know what I think?"

"Not really but I'm sure you'll tell me any way," said Draco while swinging his fork in the air for theatrics.

"I think you're afraid he'll reject you, that's why you wont ask him."

"Afraid," Draco scoffed. "I'll have you know I've never been turned down, or as you say rejected."

"I don't think you could do it. In fact I know you couldn't. He's sort of out of your league anyway," said Blaise nonchalantly. She knew, in the back of her mind, any time she used the phrase 'out of your league' it was like dangling carrot in front of a starving rabbit. Draco couldn't resist.

"What! I bet I can bed Potter! And when I do—

"Don't you mean if," Blaise interrupted.

"And WHEN I do, and I will Miss. Zabini, I'll give you proof."

"How about we make this a through and through bet."

"What are the terms," asked Draco, arching a perfect eyebrow.

"Hmm. Let's see. As you said before, you must have proof of your escapade with Potter. You'll have one month. Since it'll take you more than a week to get him alone in the same room as you. And no sex of any kind with anyone else during your 'courting' of Mr. Potty."

"Courting, ugh. You make it sound as if we're getting married." Shit no sex with anyone else. I can do this. I'll have Potter on his knees by the end of the week. "Okay, you're on. What do I get when I win?"

"If you succeed"—

"You must be my slave for two weeks and follow the dignified dress code of a house elf," Draco interrupted.

"What! I will not! What am I worried about...it wont happen. You couldn't fuck him in a years time let alone a month."

*Smirk* "We'll see Zabini. And if I fail… which would be impossible."

"I get your most prized possession. Your brand new Firebolt 3000."

In the back of Draco's mind a little voice screamed "WHAT! I can't give up my Firebolt! Father just gave it to me three weeks ago. He'll have a fit if he finds out I lost it in a bet. Probably throw me in the dungeons without food for a week. I couldn't…I wont fail. This is sex we're talking about here and no 17 yr old knows more about seduction than I do."

"You're on Zabini," Draco said as they sealed the deal with a handshake.

"Good. I'll have a small contract drawn up by tonight," she said.

"Wha—

"Just kidding Drake. Lighten up."

To be continued…

A/N: Okay. Wow that took forever. Please tell me what you think. Whether you hate it like it or whatever. I hope it makes sense to you. I barely makes sense to me. I hope it was as funny as I intended it to be. If not, I still laughed. Hee hee. As long as I get reviews I'll keep going with this crazy story. I ran out of caramel covered Draco's…but I do have some yummy chocolate covered ones. :p