Blair was racing all around the castle, having Zoe racing by her side. "Where the heck is he?" Zoe asked, looking up at her friend.

"I don't know," Blair responded. "Found him! Ryan! Hey, Ryan!" The boy turned to see the two girls racing towards him, nearly knocking him over. "Woah, since when did I turn into a chick magnet?" Ryan asked jokingly.

"Not why we came here!" Blair said, giving her fellow friend a smile. "Ryan, we have a part for you in the bet."

"All right! What is it?"

"You get to choose who Snape gets to go on a date with!" Zoe said excitingly.

"Huh?"

"You get to choose who the lucky woman for Snape is," Blair said, giving an evil grin.

"Hmm...okay. I pick...BLAIR!"

"Ha ha, very funny. I mean someone around his age group! NOT a teenager!"

"I bet you wanna be the lucky lady who gets to be swept off her feet by Bird Beak, huh?"

"For the umpteenth time, I DO NOT HAVE A THING FOR SNAPE!"

"I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding!"

"Once you have a woman picked out for our beloved greasy haired professor, let us know, okay?"

"Oh, I already have something in mind for our dear potions master."

"And who is this lucky creature?" Blair asked mockingly. "Who will be the one to get tortured to go on a date with none other than Professor Snape."

"Why, Blair, none other than our very own star-gazed freak Divination teacher, Professor Trelawney."

Everyone gawked at the three when they announced who Ryan came up with to go on the date with the potions master, even Ali, who had only been in Trelawney's class once and already thought she was a freak. "You're not serious, are you?" Ron asked the three.

"I wish we weren't," Zoe responded.

"It was Ryan's job to think of who we should hook Snape up with," Blair went on. "Did he do a good job? No. But he still did his job."

"Hey, I think I did a pretty good job," Ryan snapped at his friend.

"Really?" Hermione asked. "And how is that?"

"Well, they both seem to fit under the same two categories. Villains and heroes."

"How are the two villains?" Blair asked.

"Well, Snape is just plain cruel to anyone outside of Slytherin, sometimes even TO the Slytherins, while Trelawney, well, she's just unbearable."

"Okay," Harry responded. "How in the world are they heroes?"

"Easy. I overheard Dumbledore talking to our Divination teacher, and from what I heard, SHE'S the one who predicted the prophecy! Our Divination teacher isn't a fraud, but an actual Seer! Also, our Professor Snape, even though he can be a little evil, is actually fighting in The Order of the Pheonix and, if you remember Harry, he has saved your life a couple of times. Or at least tried."

"How do you know all this stuff?" Ali asked.

"It's a gift!"

"More like a curse," Blair muttered under her breath. The room stayed quiet for another minute, then Harry looked at everyone and spoke up. "Now, here comes the hard part," he said.

"What's that?" Zoe asked.

"Trying to convince them to go on the date."

Draco waited in the potions classroom, still trying to hold back his previous meal. Only one thing was racing through his head. Why Professor Trelawney? Why Professor Trelawney? Why Professor Trelawney? Why Professor Trelawney?

The potions master walked into his classroom, surprised to see the bleach blonde boy waiting for him. "Draco?" he asked. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Hello Uncle Sev," Draco replied with a smile.

"I told you not to call me that."

"I have a surprise for you."

"What the hell?"

"I've found a woman for you."

"Is that what this is about? Listen, Draco, I have no interest in any woman whatsoever. I have been alone for most of my life and I plan on keeping it that way!"

"But you don't understand. This woman is perfect for you!"

"Draco, I am tired of you playing matchmaker."

"But I had some help with me!"

"Who?"

"That Ryan kid."

"Now I'm REALLY not interested!"

"Uncle Sev, please?"

"No!"

"This is important!"

"What's going to happen if I refuse to go?"

"Uncle Sev, I'm not supposed to tell you this, but...it's part of the agreement."

"WHAT!"

"When you locked us in that room, we came up with the idea of...well...setting you up on a date."

"YOU WHAT!"

"Please don't get mad!"

"Oh, Draco, I'm not mad. I'm FURIOUS!"

"Please! Either way, we'll still get along with each other, no matter who wins the bet! If the Slytherins win, Blair has to date me. If the Gryfindors win, we have to leave them alone."

"Draco Malfoy, you're lucky I didn't give you detention right here!"

"Uncle Sev, please! If not for us, for you! You've been so lonely all your life! Look at where it's gotten you now!" The overgrown bat let out a sigh, then looked up at his best friend's son. "All right," he responded. "But only because it seems that this is the only negotiable reason you could think of!"

"Excellent!"

"So, who is this woman that I will be...forced...to go on this date with."

"That, my dear Professor, will remain a secret." Draco then rushed out of the room, for the very first time, trying to find the Gryfindors.