A/N: hey I just wanted to let you guys know that this story was inspired by a fan pic called the bet . Its delicious. Lol, anyways please R&R I do love your comments. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
**~~~~~~** Chapter Two **~~~~~~**
Both boys stood gaping at each other in shock.
Draco could see Potheads mouth was gaping open and he knew that his was a reflection of it.
He finally found his voice and apparently so did Potter.
"You're Insane!" Draco growled.
"No Way!" Potter said lamely.
"That . . . Thing isn't even shag-able.!" Draco continued with haste.
Potter glared lamely at him.
"You're right! Forget it!" Potter said quickly and began for the door again.
"Wait!" Draco growled and snatched Potters arm. Potter turned to look at him.
'I'll do IT" Draco said quickly and tried to force down the vile he felt rise in his throat.
Potter shook his head.
"No forget it!"
"Alright, I guess this proves it then. You definitely are a Fag." Draco snickered.
Potter glared at him.
"Fine. I'll do it." Potter growled pulling his arm free of Draco's grasp.
Draco sneered and rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
"Right so the rules then-"
"You can NOT force her!" Potter interrupted desperately.
Draco stared at him stunned.
"What?" Draco growled.
"You can't force Hermione. It can NOT be rape! It must be willing on her part. And she has o be in all her senses. Or you loose the bet." Potter said menacingly.
Then how the hell am I supposed to fuck that mudblood? She won't even let me near her!
Draco cleared his throat loudly.
"Come on now! I have no need to force any girl. They come all too willingly." He continued arrogantly.
Potter smirked.
"Then you have nothing to be afraid of." Potter said mocking him.
"Fine, rule number two. You must not tell anyone of the bet. The girl must not be warned in any way of the bet. If she finds out then you lose the bet."Draco stated.
"Seems fair." Potter said nodding.
"And the final rule, If you do not acomplish the goal with in the apointed time you lose."
"Okay."Potter nodded. "So what does the winner get? Aside from respect?"
"You're right, let's make this interesting shall we?"
"How about 100 thousand gold?"
Draco shook his head.
"That might be good for you but, I have more than enough gold for my lifetime."
Potter rolled his eyes.
"I got it! The loser is branded as Property of the winner with a magical spell that cant be removed."
"Seriously?" Potter snapped.
"What backing out now?" Draco teased.
Potter straightened his shoulders and shook his head.
"Fine the branding, plus the 100 thousand gold." Potter stated.
"Deal." Draco said with an evil smile.
Potter was about to leave again.
"Wait, we are not done."
"What now?"
"Well we have to keep track of what's going on, so In Three days we meet in the room of requirements at midnight to go over what we've accomplished."
"Fine, whatever." Potter snapped and rushed out.
Draco smirked to himself. Watching as Potter scurried off like the coward he was.
Then he realized what he had just done.
. . . . . . .
Harry was shaking.
He could feel his forehead was covered in beads of sweat.
What was wrong with him! What had he done! Why had he said Hermione's name? He knew why. Because he didn't really know any other girl. Hermione was one of his best friends he spent a lot of time with her and he knew how she felt about Malfoy. Her name had been the first to pop into his head. He tried to avoid Hermione as much as possible, because he was afraid he might burst and tell her everything. She wouldn't understand, she would hate him.
No, he couldn't tell her. The only hope he had was to win the bet and that way she would never find out about it. Yes, that had to work.
But how was he supposed to have. . .sex. . . with Loony- -er, Luna Lovegood? She was a friend of his, yes but nothing other than that. He didn't even find her attractive, and any time he did find something remotely alluring about her, he would remember how weird, and uncomfortable she always makes him feel.
He sat down on his bed. His head in his hands.
He would have to try to keep Hermione away from Malfoy as much as possible, and at the same time he would have to try to enamour Luna Lovegood.
He let himself fall back on his bed, grabbed his pillow and yelled into it as loud as he could.
. . . . . . . .
Draco rolled off Pansy and fell back onto his pillows. He calmed down his breathing while Pansy gasped beside him.
Pansy turned to face him and wrapped an arm around his chest. She trailed his chest with her fingers and looked up at him.
"Is something bothering you?" She asked.
Draco shook his head.
She began to kiss his neck and he coldly pulled away, got out of bed and went to take a shower.
While he bathed he pondered the circumstances he put himself in.
What the hell was he going to do? He could barely stay in the same room with the mudblood. How was he supposed to make the idiot his?
He shivered as the warm water fell against his skin.
Just the thought made him want to puke.
She was probably all scrawny and thin like an anorexic. And being a self proclaimed virgin she was probably going to play hard to get. He had to make a plan to get her in bed before his and Potters next meeting. In three days he was going to win the bet, and Potter would have a ridiculous mark on his damn forehead naming him property of Draco Malfoy!
Draco laughed evilly at the thought of Branding the little git himself.
This was going to be easy. He could force the damn mudblood, erase her memory, and win the bet with no problems! She would never remember being with him.
Wait, that might be a problem. If the mudblood didn't remember being with him, then how was he supposed to prove that he shagged her?
He was thoughtful for a moment then smiled at his intelligence.
He would sneak a love potion into her drink and have her crawling after him!
He laughed wickedly again.
It was Brilliant!
A/N: I want to apologize if I mention a few things in my story that may be offensive to any of you guys. I won't change it though because this is how I portray the way I think they would react. Thank you for understanding.