Author's Note: Hey, I just wanted to thank everybody for all the support and reviews! (: It means a lot, trust me. Anyways, just a few things I wanted to explain before you read the next chapter: 1)The first section is kinda what happened at the end of the previous chapter except from Draco's POV. So, you'll kinda get to see his victory in the bet from his perspective. Also, there's some dirty ish stuff in this chapter...but I suck at writing that kinda shit so just lower your expectations for that section of it, hahah. And, I finally put dividers in the chapters/text so you can tell when there is a lapse in time and perspective and what not! Sorry for my laziness in previous chapters, hahah (: Btw, some music that reminded me of the chapter that you could perhaps listen to while reading it is "Government Hooker" by Lady Gaga (which I listened to pretty much on repeat while I wrote the chapter) and "Sour Cherry" by The Kills (also put on repeat). Both are great songs that will merely enhance you're reading experience (: hahah. Anyways! I really hope you enjoy this chapter a lot, as much as I enjoyed writing. Thanks again for all the support and reviews, you guys are very inspiring for me! Please review, I love and appreciate your feedback so much (: thanks!

Draco started his day like any other. He woke up, got into his robes, headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast and went to classes as usual. He had gotten so used to his routine that the day seemed even more uneventful than the others, especially since he didn't have any new schemes to nail Ginny. Yes, he was quite certain that he would sleep through his final class of the day, head back to the Slytherin dorms, pass out on his four poster till dinner, and then return to the common room, neglect his homework and harass Esther for a bit if he was in the mood. However, despite the dull outlook Draco had on the remainder of his day, it was actually quite eventful. Nothing turned out like he expected it to, and this was definitely a positive thing.

After he had gotten through his final class of the day, Draco took his time strolling through the corridors as he headed back to the common room. He had a lot on his mind, surprisingly. It was nothing super meaningful, of course. He merely wondered how much longer it would be before he could win this stupid bet. He loved taunting Esther, but he just wanted to get to plow her already. The fact that there was this much of a build up to it was starting to bore him. He just had to think of the next step of his plan. How could he take his seduction of Ginny Weasley to the next level? Fortunately for him, he wouldn't have to make any more of an effort.

All of a sudden, Draco found himself face to face with the red head, tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. He figured it had something to do with Harry. What else would have her so hysterical?

"What's got you all bothered, Weasley?" Draco asked.

"I just—I dunno, I think yesterday was a mistake…"

"Oh come on, you can't live with regrets. It's a waste of bloody time," he said, rolling his eyes.

"I just—I just—"

She was inconsolable, that was for sure. Draco sighed in annoyance and grabbed her by the arm to drag her into the nearest, empty classroom. He wasn't going to let her blubber in the middle of the hallway and look like even more of a mess than she already did.

"Try to calm down, ginger," Draco told her impatiently. He led her to sit down on a nearby table, and then took a seat beside her. "Now, what seems to be the trouble?"

"He never wants to talk to me ever again, Draco," Ginny wailed, "He was so angry after he saw us together…he told me to never bother him again."

"And?"

"What the hell do you mean 'and?'" Ginny snapped.

"Listen, you made a choice and you have to stand by it. So what if Potter shit himself when he saw us together? He's just gonna have to deal. He had no problems flaunting Esther in front of your face, am I right?"

"That's true," Ginny admitted with a shrug as her crying subsided a little.

"Besides, he'd have to be a bloody idiot to have let a catch like you go in the first place," Draco continued on. At this point, he knew that he had a perfect window of opportunity to try to do the impossible. He took Ginny by the chin and turned her head so that she was looking into his eyes. She seemed surprised by this action, but she didn't question it. "Come on Weasley, you're strong…beautiful…the whole package. He's a prick, don't let him ruin you. You're better than that."

Ginny smiled softly as one more tear fell down her cheek. She took the hand Draco had placed under her chin, and put it down on her knee. Draco's eyes flashed down, then back up as he offered her a look and raised one eyebrow.

"Thank you," she said softly.

"I'm only telling the truth—"

"No, really…" she trailed off for a moment, "…thank you."

Ginny moved his hand further up her leg so that it rested at the hem of her skirt. She gave him a look and he just stared back at her in shock. She ignored his expression and leaned forward, pressing her lips against his softly and allowing her hand to rest on the back of his neck.

"What're you doing?" he asked, the tone of his voice sounding somewhat confused but also seductive.

"Living without regrets," Ginny told him before crashing her mouth onto his once more and starting to remove the top layer of his robes.

Draco continued to kiss the red head roughly, though he couldn't help but smirk as he did. Mission accomplished.

The fact that Draco just happened to run into Esther right after he had just had sex with Ginny pretty much made his great day even greater. Judging by the look on her face, he was quite certain that she had put two and two together and figured out that she had just lost the entire bet. "Game over" was about all he could utter as he passed by her. He was far too elated to even have a dialogue with her at that point. He'd save that for later.

Dinner felt like an eternity, especially since Draco had planned to confront Esther about the bet directly afterwards. He kept shooting her smirks during the meal, and she merely raised her eyebrow at him in return. Once they had exited the Great Hall and returned to the Slytherin common room, Draco actually waited a little bit before he talked to Esther. He wanted to savor it, as well as make her sweat a little. He actually couldn't quite tell what she was thinking. When she first learned that she had lost the bet, she looked upset. However, at dinner she seemed somewhat pleased. It didn't really matter, anyhow. The girl was his for a night, no ifs, ands or buts.

Finally, the boy decided to approach Esther, ready to see how this particular verbal sparring match would pan out. She was sitting in an arm chair by the fireplace, a book in hand and a serious look on her face as she scanned through the pages. Though, as Draco approached her, she broke her concentration and looked up at him. Suddenly, a smirk covered her face to match the one he wore on his and the two locked eyes. Esther put her book down as he stood in the space in front of her, his hands in his pockets as he raised an eyebrow.

"So…enjoying your book there, Sinclair?" he asked slyly.

"Probably more than I'm going to enjoy this conversation," she shot back.

"Ooh, is somebody bitter that they lost the bet?" Draco taunted.

"I'm not bitter," she returned amusedly, "Just disappointed that I actually have to give myself to you…finally."

"I never had any doubt that it would happen," he said smugly.

"Well," Esther chuckled darkly, "I suppose a deal's a deal."

"Right you are."

There was a bit of silence where the two just eyed each other down, both still wearing smirks on their faces. Draco decided to break the staring match.

"So, I suppose we should figure out how this whole arrangement's going to work," he pointed out.

"Time and place, baby," Esther said as she arched her eyebrow and rose from the chair. She stood on her toes to whisper into his ear, "Time and place." She offered him a seductive smile before sauntering past him. He licked his lips excitedly before turning around to call after her.

"Tomorrow night…during dinner. We'll meet here?"

She spun back around to face him and nodded.

"It's a date." And with that, she was gone.

The following day, Draco could hardly contain himself. It seemed like the hours were just dragging by. He just wanted to fast forward to that evening so he could just bed Esther already. However, an encounter from Ginny in the middle of his day definitely added interest to an otherwise dull afternoon. Not to mention, it helped pass the time until he would meet with Esther.

"Draco…can I talk to you?" the red head asked. She had approached him outside the Great Hall, and looked quite serious. He sincerely hoped she didn't want to have a round two. Once was definitely enough for him.

"Alright," he agreed, "What's on your mind, Weasley?"

"Well…uh…" she trailed off for a moment, "Do you mind if we talk in private?"

Great. Draco had a feeling this was going to be an awkward conversation. It always was when he had to face an ex-conquest. He followed her to one of the empty corridors so they would be secluded, hoping that she would hurry up and talk so that he could enjoy his lunch and get on with the rest of his bloody day.

"Well, get on with it," Draco said irritably.

Ginny bit her lip and looked up at him as he sighed impatiently. Boredom was already setting in for him.

"Look…Draco…I was just wondering if you'd be willing to forget about what happened yesterday…"

He smirked in relief. Perhaps this wouldn't be so awkward after all.

"I was just really sad…about Harry…and to be honest, you were just…there," she continued on, "Not that you weren't good, it's just—"

"Consider it forgotten, Weasley," he assured her smugly, "You're not exactly the first girl I've spontaneously banged. I think it's safe to say it didn't mean anything to either of us."

"Exactly," Ginny said with a smile, "Good, I'm glad you understand."

"Of course."

Ginny gave him one final nod, and then turned to take her leave. However, she spun around one final time to call back to him.

"You know, Malfoy, you're not as much of a bastard as I thought you were."

"No, I am," he told her pompously, "…trust me." He smirked as she just shook her head and took off down the hallway. Draco sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. Now that his mid-afternoon entertainment was over, he could refocus on his anticipation for the evening's activities.

By the time everyone was filing out of the common room to have dinner, Draco was already waiting there on one of the leather couches, eager for Esther's arrival. Luckily, he didn't have to wait too long for her to show up. After a few moments, she appeared before him looking as stunning as ever. She had chosen to wear her usually straight hair in loose curls that day, which framed her angular face perfectly. Her cheeks were especially rosy, and her lips looked even fuller and more appealing to him than normal. She offered him a sexy smirk as she stood before him in front of the couch.

"Evening, Draco."

"Sinclair," he returned simply. He had a feeling it wasn't going to take much to arouse him; her presence seemed to be enough at the moment.

"So, are you going to take me right here or are we actually going to be civilized and go to your dorm?" she inquired with an eyebrow raise.

"I'm fine with both," he said smoothly. She laughed before grabbing him by his sweater and forcing him to his feet.

"Let's go."

Esther dragged him the entire way to the boys' dormitories by his sweater, which he was completely fine with. Once they reached the door, she pushed him up against it and kissed him roughly while allowing her hands to travel down his front and to his belt buckle. He pulled away for a moment and smirked at her, but she responded by shoving him in the chest and going to kiss his neck.

"You know, keep the violence up," he told her arrogantly, "I find it very attractive." She pulled away from him and gave him a look, which only caused his smirk to grow.

"You talk way too much," she informed him as she twisted the door knob and pushed him into the room. He shrugged.

"You don't seem to have any problems keeping up with my requests."

Esther shook her head as she grabbed him by the front of the robes and forced him against his dresser. She pressed her lips against his powerfully before stripping off his robes and removing her own.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he laughed as he pulled away from her for a moment, "Don't do all the work yourself. If you're going to take anything else off…please…let me help you…" She smiled darkly before ripping off his sweater and biting down against his jaw line. He smirked as he slid her sweater off of her thin frame and started to unbutton her shirt. She removed her lips from him, and went to take off his shirt as well. He stopped her mid-action and roughly grabbed her by the hair before forcing his mouth over hers. At this point, he wanted to take control. Draco grabbed her by the waist and spun her around so that she was pushed up against the dresser, knocking several objects off of it as he did so.

"Remember, I'm a poor virgin, Draco…" she taunted, "Be gentle." He grinned devilishly and gripped her even tighter before turning around and pushing her down onto his bed.

"Like hell," he scoffed before crashing down on top of her.

"You okay?" Draco asked as he lay back in his four poster. Esther was at the end of his bed putting her shoes on and wrapping her tie around her neck, seeming very casual about everything considering what had just happened.

"Yes," she laughed, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because we've just satisfied five years of sexual tension in thirty minutes," he offered smugly. She shot him a look and smirked.

"That's true…personally, I thought you'd have more stamina," she mocked. He raised his eyebrow at her, obviously impressed by her jeer at his expense.

"Please, you loved every bloody minute of it."

Esther merely smiled and offered him a shrug. Following that, she stood up, put on the top layer of her robes and trekked to the door.

"Well, as much fun as this has been, I think I'll be heading back to my dormitory," she told him, "See you tomorrow?"

"Count on it," Draco said with confidence as he smirked and placed his hands behind his head.

With that, Esther offered him one final eyebrow raise before disappearing from the room. Draco couldn't deny that he was feeling extremely satisfied with himself at this point. Hooking up with Esther had proved to be everything he was expecting, and maybe even more. Yes, this bet had definitely proved to be a good idea. Two hook-ups with two different girls in a two-day time span, not to mention that he had, had his eye on Esther for years…with that in mind, life seemed pretty good. He rose from his bed, re-dressed himself and decided to head down to the Great Hall. By the time he would arrive there, he would probably be just in time for desert. Draco smirked as he headed towards the common room, a bit stunned by how great his luck had been lately.

However, once he entered the corridors, he was feeling something completely different. As he turned a corner, he was surprised when he saw Esther sitting on the floor just a ways down from him. She was pressed up against the wall with her knees to her chest, tears streaming down her face. She was…crying? Why would she be crying? How could she go from fine to crying in a ten minute time span? All these questions flooded Draco's mind as he did a U-turn to head back to the common room. However, the most important one was: Why did he care?

The next day, Esther was feeling pretty crummy about herself, but obviously she didn't let it show. She was acting just as careless and confident as ever, even more so in fact. That's how she had forced herself to act when it came to settling the bet with Draco. That's how she had to act to make it seem like everything was fine. The truth was, she cared about losing her virginity. It was actually more important to her than she led on, but of course she wouldn't ever let anyone know that. Showing that side of herself would definitely not convey strength. Besides, she figured she'd lose it to some random tool eventually, anyways…better that it was the man whore of the Slytherin house than some unexpected…someone that she actually liked…someone like Harry Potter.

Esther hated herself for actually falling for Harry, especially when she was quite certain that he had only admitted to liking her because he was rebounding from the Ginny situation. That just made it all so much worse. But, after she broke down and cried after having sex with Draco, Esther decided that she wasn't going to feel sorry for herself anymore. It was done, so she might as well forget the past and just focus on the future. Though, part of her hoped that Harry would still be in her future. He knew nothing about the bet, so technically she could still pursue him. The only problem was that Draco would then know he was right about her having feelings for him…not to mention that she didn't even know if Harry's feelings for her were legit. She supposed she'd have to confront him about it sooner rather than later.

"Harry…could we talk for a second?" Esther asked him after class as all of the students were filing into the hall. He offered her a small smile and nodded. Following that, the two aimlessly walked through the hallways as they usually did so that Esther could say her piece.

"Look…what happened the other day was great…unexpected…but, great," she told him with a grin, "but I couldn't help but wonder if maybe you only said what you did because you were upset about Ginny. I mean…because...when I kissed you, it was because I really do like you. I was just hoping to hear that it's the same for you."

Harry seemed somewhat uncomfortable at this point. Esther feared what his response was going to be. A rejection would definitely not make this situation any better. In fact, she'd probably only feel worse about herself.

"Esther, let me be clear," Harry began, "It's not that I don't like you, because I do. Just maybe not to the extent I said the other day…I mean…er…I just don't want to rush into anything. We're still getting to know each other, so I think we should keep it casual for now."

"Perfect," Esther said, brightening up once she heard his response, "I couldn't agree more."

"Great," Harry beamed.

"Great," she agreed. They stopped once they reached the courtyard and merely stared at each other. It was a nice moment, but of course Esther couldn't deny her true nature. "I know we're keeping it casual…but if I were to kiss you, would that be okay?"

Harry just stood there, either lost in the moment or unable to come up with a witty reply. Esther smiled, and decided to supply one for him.

"…Cause if it's not okay, then that's just too bad." She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his gently, excited once she felt his lips form into a smile under hers.