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Chapter 2
Later that Day
'Harry! Listen to me! This is a bad idea! If you lose, you'll be Malfoy's SLAVE! Imagine what he'll make you do!'
'Hermione, stop being so hypocritical. At breakfast you were the one who was all "ooh-this-is-great-spew-promoting." Harry, if you win can Ferret be my slave as well? I really want to see his poxy little face when he finds that out…'
'Ron, I would gladly 'share' Draco with you, but for now he's all for me,' a grin creeping up on Harry's features. He had recently discovered he was gay, after figuring out how things didn't exactly work out great with Cho. He had had a relationship with Seamus, one that had been kept secret to all but their closest friends, and were now on a mutual agreement, sometime being fuckbuddies, but with no real emotion between them.
'That reminds me – is he going to live in Gryffindor if he loses, and vice versa?' asked Hermione.
'Maybe… I'd hate to live in Slytherin though…. Wouldn't it be great, seeing the look on his face if he had to live in Gryffindor?' thought Ron.
'I don't know' replied Harry, 'but whatever happens, I'm not backing out.'
During the period before lunch, Draco did not have a lesson, so he made his way to the Room of Requirement to get things set up. He was 100 sure that he would win, and had practiced before hand with Blaise Zabini, his best mate, in Advanced Charms. He was feeling confident when Dumbledore walked in, flanked by Snape and McGonagall.
'Uhh… what are you doing here, Professors? Surely a student bet is of no interest to you?' inquired Draco, baffled.
'Quite the contrary, Mr Malfoy. This sort of event is crucial to interhouse relationships. I also wanted to inform you that I have made arrangements with the house-elves. Depending on the outcome of the game, they will move the loser's belongings to the winner's quarters.'
'Thank you, Headmaster. I assure you, you need not worry about me and Potter.'
'I understand, Mr Malfoy. Now, perhaps you could conjure up some seats for us to enjoy this spectacle in'
While Draco was transfiguring some objects into large squishy armchairs, Harry entered, followed by what appeared to be half of Gryffindor. Draco looked up to see them, and scowled immediately.
'Surely you can't concentrate with all this noise, Potter. It would be dreadful for all these loyal Gryffindors to watch their hero lose,' he paused, 'to a Slytherin.'
'Ah, but you're mistaken, Malfoy. I have politely requested them to not disturb us.'
'Fine. As you wish' Draco retorted angrily, not wanting to pick a fight in front of the Headmaster. He then sat down, then asked, 'White or Black?'
'Black,' replied Harry curtly. He sat, then growled, ' Well get one with it, why don't you?'
'I was contemplating my first move.'
'Well tell your contemplating mind to hurry up.'
Draco's head shot up, his icy blue eyes glaring at Harry. This turned out to be a bad idea, as Harry had just removed his glasses, so Draco could plainly see his clear emerald gaze. He gulped and his eyes returned to the board.
'Get on with it!' complained Ron.
'Pawn to D4.'
The game had begun.
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