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**~~~~~~~~** Chapter One **~~~~~~~~**

It was lunch time, and Harry and Ron were sitting at the Griffindor table in the Great Hall.

They had finished eating and were chatting away cheerfully about Quidditch. Hermione had not accompanied them because she wanted to run to the library first and apparently got distracted there.

"We better get to class mate, we don't want to be late for Potions." Harry began

"Yea, I suppose you're right." Ron said uninterestedly.

"I guess we'll meet Hermione there." Harry said grabbing his book bag.

"Yea, I'll meet you there too, I think I ate something bad, I'm gonna run to the restroom first." Ron grumbled clutching his stomach.

"C'mon mate, what did I tell you about details?" Harry teased shaking his head and went on ahead.

Harry was about to turn a corner, he was looking down while rummaging through his book bag trying to make sure that he had today's assignment for potions class, when he bumped into some one.

Shocked he looked up at the sound of some one falling down on the ground.

There was a girl laying on the ground in front of him. Her legs were parted, her skirt had risen to her upper thighs, exposing long, slender legs the color of pale porcelain.

He was so caught up in staring at her thighs, that he didn't notice when she sat up.

"Hello Harry." Luna Lovegood's voice interrupted his staring.

He looked up at the girls face. Her long pale blonde hair was cascading down her shoulders and her large blue eyes looked dreamily up at him.

For a moment he felt a shiver up his spine. He had been goggling at Loony's legs?

He shook his head quickly and offered his hand to her.

She took it and pulled herself up.

"Have you read today's Quibbler?" She asked while replacing her wand behind her ear.

"Um, haven't gotten around to it yet. . ." Harry mumbled then cleared his throat, feeling uncomfortable.

"Well you should, its rather interesting." She said and looked up at him again with those abnormally large blue eyes.

He barely suppressed a flinch, and cleared his throat again.

"Right, I'll do that then." He said nodding.

He tried stepping around her to continue on his way but something caught his foot. He tripped and in an attempt to recover his balance he snatched at Luna.

She crumpled under his weight and they both fell. Luna gave a small cry as her back hit the ground. Harry could feel his cheeks warming, he was on top of her and his school robes had entangled between their legs. Harry pushed up with his arms and Luna cried out again as his knee pressed against her thigh heavily.

"I'm sorry!" Harry mumbled and carefully tried to remove himself off her.

His glasses slipped and fell on the ground beside her head.

"Harry wait, my leg!" Luna began but he tried to snatch for his glasses. At the same time she moved her leg and her knee brushed against the inside of his upper thigh. Harry shivered blushing madly.

There was a clapping sound from behind them and Harry jumped in shock.

"Well, well! He's not a fag after all"

It was Draco Malfoy's snickering voice. Some one giggled, Harry guessed it was Pansy, and Harry tried to shove himself off Luna once more.

Luna gasped at his sudden movement.

Harry snatched at his glasses before looking up at Malfoy. There were four others beside him, when Harry put his glasses on he realized that The other four where Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise Zabini. The boys were smirking at him.

"Seriously though, Loony Lovegood?" Malfoy continued shaking his head mocking disappointment.

Pansy giggled again.

"Next time, get a room, I don't feel like losing my lunch because of your desperate attempts to prove you're straight." Malfoy smirked.

Crabbe and Goyle laughed stupidly.

"As if he had money for a room!" Blaise smirked as they walked past Harry and Luna still on the ground.

Harry glared at Malfoys back.

"Don't worry Harry he's just being rude." Luna said placing her hand on Harry's shoulder in an effort to comfort him.

Harry exhaled sharply and shrugged off her hand. He sharply stood up.

"I never would have guessed." He muttered rudely as he walked off without a backward glance.

. . . . . .

Draco Malfoy stared intently at the root he was about to cut into small chunks to grind then introduce to the cauldron in front of him.

He nodded then carefully began to slice the first piece.

His work table jerked abruptly causing his aim to shift. He felt a sharp sting and immediately blood covered the ingredient and his hand. Malfoy cried out in pain, realizing he had just cut himself. He looked up heatedly.

Hermione Granger stood in front of him, looking at his bleeding hand, she began to splutter apologies and reached for Dracos hand. Before he could stop it the Mudblood was holding his hand and pulling out her wand.

"Get your bloody hands OFF ME!" Malfoy yelled out angrily and shoved her away.

The mudblood looked up at him, at first with pain littering her eyes, then she glared sharply at him.

"It was an accident Malfoy!" She snapped at him.

"Shut up stupid mudblood! How dare you cut ME!"

"It was an accident Malfoy! Stop insulting her!" That stupid Pothead interfered.

"Shut up Potter and stay out of it!" Pansy screeched at Pothead.

Potter turned to Pansy and glared at her.

Weasel came up from behind Pothead.

"That's enough. Mr. Malfoy, go to the hospital wing" Snape commanded.

Draco glared at Snape for a moment, then went on his way.

While he walked back from the hospital wing he plotted of ways to take his revenge on that bloody mudblood. She deserved all the evil schemes he was imagining for harming him. He smirked as he imagined hanging her by the wrists in the Malfoy mannor torture chambers and beating her senceless with a spiked bat.

He shivered as he remembered the feel of her fingers clasping his own.

He had to wash his hands again. He rushed into the nearest restroom and straight to the sink.

As he scrubbed furiously with soap at his hands he looked up into the mirror.

Potter stood behind him rummaging with his pants.

Draco whirled around sharply, trying to not let the shock he felt show.

He smirked at Potter who glared back.

Draco craned his neck around searching for anyone else in the restroom.

"Did your bitch already leave? Or am I interrupting something?" Malfoy smirked.

Potter glared at him viciously at him.

"Whatever Malfoy." He snapped and began to wash his hands.

"Oh that's right, you're probably the bitch aren't you?" Draco continued.

Potter visibly tensed and he turned sharply to face Malfoy.

"What's your problem? What's up with the stupid homo jokes? Are you trying to confess or something?"

Draco stared at the idiot in front of him. He realized his mouth was slightly gaping and he closed it quickly.

"You-" Draco began

"Seriously, I can't even piss in peace with out you showing up. You're like a fucking stalker." Potter said and began to walk off.

Malfoy could feel his face heat up. That imbecile!

"Well, if you're not gay then you must be diseased." Draco tried once more. "What else could explain the fact that not even Loony Lovegood is willing to give you any?"

Potter stopped in his tracks and turned around glaring at him.

Draco smirked and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I don't need to proof myself by sleeping with anything with a vagina, maybe your're questioning the wrong person Malfoy." Potter said pointedly.

Draco laughed rudely.

"I'm sorry, but that would be more believable if you actually had proof to back it up."

Potter glared at him again.

"What, you think I can't?" Potter snapped menacingly.

"I know you can't Pothead. That's just inconceivable for you."

Draco could actually see veins popping up on Potheads neck. This was great!

. . . . .

Harry stared at Malfoy. How could he be so smug about this?

"Let's have a little bet shall we?" Malfoy sneered.

Harry stared at him annoyed.

"I don't have time for this." He snapped and began turning to the door.

Malfoy chuckled behind him.

"Yea, that's right, run off to your room to finish playing with that Mudbloods clothes again. Oops, did I let that slip."

Harry felt anger boiling dangerously in his veins and his hands turned to fists.

That stupid rumor was never going to leave him in peace. One time during a Hogsmeade trip that Ron went to and Hermione stayed behind to company him, his clothes were hidden by a prank from Fred and George, he had to borrow some pants. Ron always locked his trunk when he was out of the Castle and Hermione was the only one there.

"Alright! What do you want to bet?" Harry snapped turning to face Malfoy once more.

Malfoy smirked.

"Well, I'll make it easy for you. Since it's probably your first." Malfoy smirked.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"One girl, Three weeks."

"What?"

Malfoy sighed exasperatedly.

"One girl that you have to shag with in three weeks. No one must know of the bet, if you tell anyone then you loose."

"Fine, same goes for you."

Malfoy laughed out loud.

"I can do any bitch in one day." He bragged.

"I have to pick the girl for you."Harry interrupted.

Malfoy glared slightly.

"Alright. And I choose yours." Malfoy smirked shrugging.

Harry nodded.

"Ready?" Malfoy smirked.

Harry ignored him.

"We both name them out at the count of three." Harry said.

"1" Malfoy began the count

"2" Harry continued.

"3- Loony Lovegood!"

"3- Hermione Granger!"

They both practically yelled.

they were green.