Title: Invisusamore

Author: Nephimar

Rating: PG-13 (for a while anyway)

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any of these characters. No trademark infringement is intended. I'm just having a bit of fun.

Additional Rambling: Chapters will be short at first. I apologies for that, but it cannot be helped. Well, it probably could be, but I simply don't feel like doing it differently. If you would like to read something a bit longer, I suggest you read my story Spontaneity. (Yes, that was a shameless plug.)

Warnings: None for this chapter. But I intend to turn this into slash before the end, so if that doesn't appeal to you, you may want to find a different story.

Now on to the story...

Invisusamore

A Wager

The Slytherin common room was filled with the hum of many low-pitched conversations. Pansy Parkinson lounged in an armchair as she filed her nails and listened to the various discussions going on around her. She looked up to see four boys enter the room. Three were smiling and the other was wearing him trademark smirk.

"Did you see his face? It was priceless." Blaise Zabini's eyes got a faraway look as he momentarily relived whatever mischief they had been apart of.

Goyle gave a deep chuckle, "yeah, Draco, when you told me to bring you a basket of figs and some mice, I thought he was going to wet himself."

Draco's smirk widened. "I've seen stronger men break when I sent for figs and mice."

A confused expression stole across Crabbe's face. "What were you going to do with them?"

Draco gave a dismissive wave of his hand and said, "nothing. I didn't need to. As soon as I asked for those things, he started imagining all the horrific things I could do with them. That was more torturous than anything I could have done."

By this time, they had wandered near to where Pansy was seated. She put on a grin and called, "playing mind games with first years, Draco? It was probably a Hufflepuff too."

He turned to her and raised an eyebrow. "For your information, it was a fourth year Ravenclaw. And are you insinuating that I've lost my touch?"

Good old Draco, he was so easy to bait. Pansy never took their banter too far, but she did like to occasionally get under his skin. "Of course not. But I have to wonder why you waste your time on little Ravenclaws. There's no challenge in that."

He effected a smile and asked, "and what, my dear Pansy, would you suggest?"

"Well, Gryffindors are always a bit more challenging than the other houses." With a smirk, she added, "and it's fun to watch Potter glare at you."

"I can make Potter do much more than that," he said with absolute confidence.

"Oh, I don't know... You haven't really gotten to him in a while now. Maybe you are loosing your touch."

Draco put a hand gingerly over his heart and said in a falsely wounded voice, "I am deeply offended by your lack of faith in my taunting abilities. I have perfected the art of humiliating Potter and no one does it better than I."

"Is that so...?" Pansy was suddenly struck by an idea. It would be great fun if she could talk Draco into it.

If he had noticed the mischievous glint in Pansy's eye, he didn't react to it. "Yes, it bloody well is," he confirmed.

With an innocently sweet smile, she asked, "would you care to make a wager on that?"

"Really, Pansy. Do you really wish to reduce yourself to petty gambling?" Despite his words, she could see that he was considering it. After a long moment of thought, he nodded to himself and said, "alright. What are the stakes?"

"Well, if you are unable to humiliate Potter within a month, you will have to..." she paused to think up a suitable alternative. "You will wear Gryffindor robes with 'Property of Harry Potter' embroidered in large gold letters across the front and back."

He rolled his eyes and said, "I won't need a month. I will require no more than a week. What do I get when I win our little bet?"

"Bragging rights. And the opportunity to see Potter weep with mortification." That was the purpose of this wager, after all. Draco hadn't pulled any elaborate tricks on the Golden Boy in ages and Pansy rather missed them.

He nodded and then said, "alright, I suppose that'll do."

Pansy and Draco spent a few more minutes discussing a few minor details. Then Draco beckoned to the three boys who had wisely decided not to interrupt he and Pansy, and went to the other side of the common room. Draco looked to be engaged in idle chatter with his companions, but Pansy knew that inside that head of his, thoughts of how to win their bet were whirling through his mind.

Author's Note: I Have chapter 3 completed and a portion of the 4th as well. However, I haven't started on chapter 2. (And yes, insanity does run in the family.) I'll get busy writing it tomorrow and it'll be up soon. Unless, of course, you don't want me to continue...