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God, --- yep, I'm an atheist (had to look that word up) as well --- people don't know how to play poker?? TREASON!!! Shiz, I'm sorry! I guess I might go into more detail with the poker game and 'extend' your knowledge!

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"Nothing," Harry mumbled; Draco practically ignored everything he just said except for the part about Hermione's safety. It wasn't a bad thing; so why was Harry feeling suddenly pissed off?

"Doesn't seem to be working? Her safety? What?" Draco repeated again,

"It's just..." Harry began to relent, placing three cards on the table to draw three new ones. Harry searched in his pocket for something – anything – he could bet against Draco with. "You know the dreams I've told you about?" Harry asked.

Draco, who was staring very hard at his cards just snorted.

"Well, they're getting worse; I don't know how. I think Voldemort is rising; again." Harry whispered darkly,

"Do you fold?" Draco asked,

"What?" Harry was surprised Draco could take what he said for granted,

"Do you fold?" Draco repeated,

"No," Harry sighed and placed some sugar quills in the pile;

"Full house!" Draco laid out 3 nines (two spades and a diamond – but the colours don't really affect anything right now) and 2 fours,

"Three of a kind," Harry admitted regretfully, as he showed his cards; 3 Fives and a Four and an eight; while Draco began swiping his loot.

"So, Potter," he began dealing again, "You think Hermione's in danger? Why is this?" He sounded very much like a shrink; not that Harry would know what a shrink sounded like.

"My dreams..." he began, and Draco grimaced to show his disapproval, "haven't got better," Draco persisted in rolling his eyes, "in fact, they've gone worse; I think the connection between me and Voldemort is getting stronger," Harry finished, keeping a straight face against Draco's childish expression,

"Really Potter?" he scoffed, "you and Voldemort, aye? A connection... right," Draco's eyes looked very shifty as he began to calculate some things, "So, if Voldey is really on the loose again, Hermione is in danger?"

Harry nodded,

"She's... muggle born," Harry added,

"I know that," Draco snapped. Harry looked down on his cards and his eyes widened; in his hand was an Ace of Diamonds, a King of Diamonds, a Queen of diamonds, a Jack of Diamonds... and a Ten of diamonds!! A Royal Flush!

Draco offered the deck to Harry, but Harry just shook his head,

"Do you fold?" Draco asked; in his hand were tow pairs; two Fives (one of clubs another of diamonds – doesn't matter though), two threes (both hearts – doesn't matter, still) he also had an ace... but no ones needs to know that cos it doesn't affect anything Draco placed fifty galleons on the table.

Harry thought for a moment; a Royal flush, the highest Poker hand... but against Draco?

"I fold," Harry gracefully decided. Draco just stared at Harry; Harry never folded, what was the brainless Gryffindor up to now?

Thunk

They both turned to the door.

"Hello, boys," Hermione greeted with Ginny standing on her tiptoes and waving at Harry,

"You, naughty, naughty Gryffindor," Draco concluded, shaking his head,

"Nice game of Poker?" Hermione asked innocently,

"You, crafty, crafty Gryffindor," Draco replied in the same manner as before,

"Get along again?" Hermione tried getting an answer from him...again,

"You, nasty, na-" Draco began...again,

"We're good," Harry interrupted, and Hermione beamed.

"Great," Ginny added, giving Harry a hug.

Draco stood, arms crossed, in the corner.

"What do you want?" asked Harry,

"Lemons," Draco answered, why on earth did he want lemons??

"What?" Harry asked,

'Lemons," Draco affrimed as Hermione and Ginny exchanged glances, "and to go to sleep," Draco decided, and began walking out the door.

Hermione smiled wickedly at him and began to follow.

"No." he spun around and told her,

"No?" the mischievously suggesting grin from her face evaporated and turned into a look of sheer hurt,

"I said I wanted to sleep. Merlin knows if you come along I'll never get any," Draco flashed a smile at her, "unless you want to get me some lemons; managing Potter is serious business,"

Hermione continued to sulk.

"Hermione," he cooed, "I'm really tired; you have to give some things you want up sometimes," he supposed and sighed. "let's go," he said, and flung the innocent Hermione across his shoulder and walked away. In his hands were the deck of cards, Draco's last hand... and Potter's royal flush.

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