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The Bet | Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Summary: A bet she thought she could win until he started with the flowers... then she knew she was screwed. I hate writing summaries.

Warnings: the bet is for chocolate so a food tw most likely required,

(Author's Note: this was edited to fit third person narritive dec 2020, sorry if you don't like the updates but i hope you don't mind if youre coming back to it)

(also were gonna ignore that a sunflower isnt exactly gonna fit in a notebook but magic, okay?)

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It started as joke, a sarcastic conversation whispered at the back of the library as they studied. A flippant comment said in a teasing attempt to bruise his ego after a smug 'don't go falling for me, (Y/L/N)', that instead started an irreversible chain of events.

"I wouldn't fall in love with you if you were the last person on earth."

A simple comment that stayed flippant for only a second, before Draco's eye met hers in a sort of challenge and the teasing tone of the whole conversation suddenly disintegrated right before their eyes.

"Are you sure about that?"

They've been friend long enough for her to match his challenging narrowed eyes with a similar gaze of her own, then with a determined nod, she replied with her answer.

"Positive."

"What about a bet?" He asked. "I bet I can make you fall in love with me by the end of the year."

"What would I get if I win?" (Y/N) quizzed. "Huh?"

"What about a whole box of those Belgium chocolates you liked?" He smirked. "And if I win, you will tutor me in Herbology next year."

The stakes are high for something seemingly as superficial as chocolate, but, convinced of her victory already, she couldn't resist the temptation. He knows her too well, remembers how she drooled over them the year he brought them back after Christmas.

"Two boxes." She decided finally. "That's my condition."

"Deal."

Now, looking back it doesn't quite seem worth it, mere chocolate for the excruciating torture that is Draco Malfoys attempts to woo her. It starts with pick up lines that she was hoping he would know better than to try on her, shamelessly and publicly.

It would be easier to celebrate the fact that his failed attempts were bringing her closer to her prize if each instance of blatant flirting didn't add her to Pansy Parkinson's most wanted. No meal time or study session complete without a burning glare sent her way from the Slytherin girl, which would be easier to ignore if not for the constant sour comments that come with it.

No, (Y/N) has already decided the chocolate might not be worth such a long, long year.

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It's not until halfway through term that Draco seems to catch on to why his plan is failing so spectacularly, why (Y/N) meets his pick up lines with rolled eyes and his flirting with bored laughs.

He should have figured it out sooner as her friend, realised she's not a girl who enjoys public gestures or corny pick up lines. There is a subtler way to her heart he should have realised much sooner.

Today, the white jasmine delivered to her by owl and dropped onto her lap at breakfast changes things in their bet, and ever so slowly, her grasp on those chocolates loosens against her will.