They entered the Slytherin dungeon at – what – ten, eleven? Neither of them knew. Blaise's eyebrows quirked up questionably,

"Poker!" Draco yelled "Can I join?" he said, he grabbed a chair and placed himself down; it wasn't a question. He forgot about Hermione. "Oh, um... do you know how to play?" he asked of Hermione, but his eyes never left the game. Draco loved poker.

"Uh...sorry," replied Hermione, and blushed at the fact she didn't know how to play poker,

"It's Okay!" he hollered, "You can be my muse, my inspiration, my goal. I shall win all the rounds...for you," he said, and sounded horrible romantic, with a twisted sarcastic dark side to his remarks. "This is Blaise," he gestured at Blaise, "and Malcolm," he nodded at Malcolm,

"I'm gonna kick their ass," he stated, and placed... shit!!! What rich bastards, are they betting 250 galleons on one bloody game? Hermione's thoughts were right, and they all placed 250 galleons each on the table.

"What makes you so sure?" asks Hermione playfully, she sat herself on Draco's knee playfully and looked at Blaise, who winked mischievously back at her.

Draco won every game.

"I thought this was a game of chance. How come you keep winning?" Hermione couldn't help but ask,

"Because, it's also a game of skill!" declared Draco, earning a snort from each Blaise and Malcolm; his two poker partners.

It started getting interesting when Draco laid down a hand with two aces, Malcolm with one... and Blaise with three!

'What the hell!" bellowed Draco, who took the game far too seriously, and pinned Malcolm down and searched him. He found nothing suspicious – for this game of poker anyway – and continued to Blaise. Draco found another pack of cards, shoved down Blaise's pants. Why and how he found those, I will never want to know.

"It was... you!" cried Draco accusingly, while also cracking up along his two friends,

"It's always the last place you look," either Blaise or Malcolm said,

"Of course it is. Why the fuck would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do
this? Who and where are they? Gonna Kick their ass!" replied Malfoy, now doubled up with laughter.

This proves it, Draco has a twisted sense of humor. Wait, no. Make that, Slytherins have a twisted sense of humor. She gazed at the three card players, with their Aces in their hands, enjoying themselves and laughing.

Are they actually... smiling? They're not so horrible when they're smiling. Or laughing. Or not being what she thought Slytherins were. But they cheated. Typical. It was such a ridiculous sight.

She couldn't help but join in. all four of them collapsed on a greed velvet couch in heap of laughter.

After they calmed down, Malcolm and Blaise helped her up.

"Hey, you two. No moves on my girl," stated Draco teasingly, and they both responded with a mischievous groan. Blaise winked at her again. Does he have something in his eye?