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Oh shit…

“You, Granger, we were talking about you,” Draco sneered. His heartbeat slowed and he slowly fell back in his old sarcastic self.

Granger had the audacity to looked affronted.

“I don’t sleep around that much,” she huffed as she took another sip of champagne. She slightly swayed in her chair.

“How much did you drink ‘Mione?” Weasley asked. “You look dead drunk!”

“I didn’t come to this bloody table to be lectured about my bedding and drinking habits you know!” she huffed.

“So Granger, how’s business doing these days?” Blaise interfered. Granger seemed to lighten up at his question. Why didn’t Draco think of that?

“Great! I get more and more customers! Even a few who buy their Hogwarts schoolbooks at my store! Flourish and Blotts is going down!” she said, smiling. She drained her glass of champagne and with a flick of her fingers, it refilled. Still smiling, she took another sip.

“I thought you loved Flourish and Blotts?” Theo said.

Draco could remember seeing Granger, sitting in a chair in a dark corner in Flourish. She was so absorbed in the book, she didn’t even notice him. He quickly walked on, but not before dropping an insult. Afterwards he felt bad about it.

“Not anymore, that ruddy owner has another thing coming if he thinks I’m going to let him walk all over me,” she said grimly. Interesting, Draco thought.

“What happened?” he asked. Granger looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Draco felt a surge of anger, why did everyone copy his awesome-o-eyebrow-move?

“I rather not talk about it,” she slurred slightly. Even more interesting.
There was a moment of awkward silence.

“So Hermione, I heard some rumours at work! Can you believe what they’re saying? About you… and Oliver! Funny thing is it..?” Weasley said with a chuckle. Granger blushed. “Very funny of course, imagine my surprise when I found out you actually slept with him?”

“Oh Ron, you shouldn’t meddle in affairs that aren’t yours to ..meddle in..or whatever!” she said. “Okay I’m going, you people are no fun.”

She stood up and walked away. Draco breathed a sigh of relief.

“I guess you can take that as an affirmative then,” Blaise said drily. Draco sighed. Why, off all people, did he have to be smitten with a girl …like her?

“Forget about it Malfoy. Hermione would never sleep with the likes of you,” Weasley snickered. Draco narrowed his eyes, but Blaise beat him to a clever comeback.

“You mean you don’t know?”

“Know what?” Weasley asked. Justice…

“She already did,” Blaise just couldn’t keep the smirk off his face.

“What? No, no, no, noooo, tell me that isn’t true. Honestly, does she even have standards at all?!” Weasley was freaking out. Probably couldn’t bear the thought of his pure, innocent (yeah right) ex-girlfriend/best friend shagging the big, bad death eater.

Draco couldn’t help but dislike the Weasel with a passion. After Hogwarts which was bad enough in itself (all the times the Golden Trio got the best of him), he couldn’t stop tormenting him. Apparently Hogwarts wasn’t enough. Nooo, the Weasel just had to humiliate him further during his internship. He remembered the moments very vividly: Weasley making him do fifty more push-ups after a very tiring mission, Weasley making Draco get his coffee in the morning (Malfoy’s have issues with mornings, the Weasel knew that, and even then, Malfoy’s don’t serve!), Draco having to do the boring paperwork, etc.etc.

Weasley never stopped. And all because he achieved the title of auror by being the Sidekick-who-hardly-did-anything-at-all.

“Justice Weasel,” Draco said. Theo and Blaise were smirking, probably enjoying themselves with this little debate.

“Why would she want to go where no one has ever gone before?” Weasley was getting his wits back. Draco felt a blush creep into his cheeks, damnit!

“I’ll have you know that I’m not pining away for her, at all.”

Weasley smirked a very menacing smirk. He was up to something, Draco just knew it. Oh oh, this couldn’t be good.

“Are you saying that you have girls lining up to be with the great White Ferret then? Have a different girl every week? Or month maybe, you know, like Miss October, Miss November? Come on Malfoy, clever girls won't go within twenty feet of you!”

Draco actually growled.

“Don’t be ridiculous Weasel. Stop exaggerating!” he snapped. “But yes, it’s not like I live a celibate life myself.” Lies, all lies, a naughty voice whispered in his ear.

“So…you’re saying that you screw around as well. That’s a bit hypocritical don’t you think?” Weasley said.

“Some people see sex as a pleasant extracurricular activity, unlike some who do it because it’s required of them,” Blaise stepped in. Weasley had the grace to blush.

“Puh,” he huffed, “I happen to love Luna and the sex is great.”

“Great comeback Weasel,” Draco laughed. Theo seemed to have taken a step back, he probably didn’t want to get mixed up in this. He was the one who would still have to work with the Weasel.

“So it seems you both have great sex lives,” Theo said, “Let’s move on to the next topic shall we?”

“How ‘bout you Nott, Zabini? You’ve been awfully quiet about your sex lives,” Weasley said, “Is there even a life to speak off?”

Theo was shaking his head.

“No thank you, I don’t feel inclined to inform you of my highly interesting sex life. I’m not desperate.”

Weasley obviously took this as an insult.

“Hey! I’m not desperate!” he said.

Theo was sporting a slight smirk.

“You sure about that?” he asked.

“Very! Hell, I could even do without!” Weasley said, throwing his hand in the air.
“How about you Draco? Could you do without?” Theo smirked knowingly.

“Of course I could,” he huffed. Theo knew all about Draco’s sex life of course. They discussed it millions of times over a few (read: many) glasses of firewhiskey. What was Theo getting at?

“Are you two ready to put your money where your mouth is?” Theo asked. What was he getting at?

“What do you propose?” Weasley asked snidely.

“A bet…” Blaise said.

“- Which one of you two can last 31 days without sex…” Theo finished dramatically.
Draco’s eyes lit up. This was too easy. He could easily do without sex, and only for 31 days. Hell, he had been doing without for a year.

“The stakes?” Draco asked.

“Name your price Ferret.”

This was his chance! His chance to humiliate Weasley for all the things he had done. To get back at the Weasel for humiliating him, for making fun of his infatuation! Draco felt positively giddy inside.

“The loser will have to…” Draco started, but the others intervened.

“Kiss McGonagall!” Blaise said.

“Dance naked around the Whomping Willow!” Theo offered.

“Take Pansy out for a date!” Blaise exclaimed.

“Shave his head!”

Draco nearly got a heart attack just think about shaving his beautiful hair off.
“Admit his undying love for Trelawney!”

“No I’ve got something better,” Weasley suddenly said. Everyone was waiting in silence. “The loser has to dye his hair pink and sing ‘Sex Bomb’ whenever someone comments about it. For twenty-four hours.”

All eyes were focused on Draco, who remained silent. He knew he could pull this off, easily, it’s not like he was a sex addict (if he was, he was a bad one since his first and last shag had been over a year ago), but the prospect of dyeing his hair pink was one he rather not envisioned.

“Come on Malfoy? Chickening out?” Weasley said.

“What’s this so called ‘Sex Bomb’?” Draco asked. Weasley actually laughed.

“It’s a muggle song. Not a big deal really.”

Could he do this? Risk his hair? What if Granger suddenly realized what a great catch he was and went after him? He could tell her about the bet… Yeah that was alright. He could do this.

“Oh, and no one is supposed to know about the bet until the singing wore off,” Weasley said, “And the hair has to be bright pink, like fuchsia.”

Shit, okay, so… What were the odds that Granger would suddenly waltz back into his life and demand sex after a year? Impossible. Well, not impossible, but very improbable.

“Deal.”

Draco and the Weasel shook hands, both faces determined.

“Bring it on Weasel.”

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Special thanks to Zynn & Enwen for helping me out!