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Bet Gone Wrong

It all started with a bet. A stupid bet. One that Draco Malfoy should never have taken.

It was late one evening in the Slytherin common room, and Pansy Parkinson was lounging on one of the velvet sofas, eyeing Draco with a mischievous smirk. Blaise Zabini was sitting nearby, looking amused as always, and Draco had just made the mistake of complaining-yet again-about Harry Potter.

"Honestly, I don't know why he always looks so... disheveled," Draco muttered, glaring into the fireplace. "He walks around as if he just rolled out of bed, and everyone acts like it's charming."

Pansy raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. "You sure it's not you who finds it charming, Draco?"

Draco snapped his head toward her, scowling. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Blaise chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair. "Oh, come on, Draco. You've been going on about Potter for months now. Either you're obsessed with him, or there's something else going on."

Draco's eyes narrowed. "There's nothing 'going on.' I just can't stand how everyone fawns over him."

Pansy exchanged a glance with Blaise, her smirk turning positively devious. "You know what I think?" she said, leaning forward. "I think you're jealous."

Draco scoffed. "Jealous? Of Potter? Please."

"No, not jealous of Potter," Pansy said, her voice lilting with teasing. "Jealous because you secretly like him, but you're too much of a coward to admit it."

Draco froze, his heart skipping a beat. Like him? The thought was ridiculous, absurd. But for some reason, Pansy's words hit a little too close to home. He had been thinking about Harry more often than he cared to admit-watching him during meals, noticing the way he laughed with his friends, the way his messy hair seemed to fall perfectly out of place.

Draco quickly shook his head, trying to dispel the thought. "You're out of your mind, Parkinson."

But Pansy wasn't about to let it go. "Tell you what," she said, her eyes glinting with mischief. "I bet you can't get Potter to blush within a week."

Draco blinked, caught off guard by the challenge. "What?"

"You heard me," Pansy said, sitting up straighter. "I bet you can't get him to blush. You're always going on about how charming you are, Draco. Well, let's see if you can put it to the test."

Draco frowned, feeling both irritated and intrigued by the idea. On one hand, it was ridiculous. He didn't like Harry. But on the other hand... well, it would be nice to prove Pansy wrong. And getting Potter to blush? That would be easy. Harry was a Gryffindor-emotionally open, prone to embarrassment. Draco could pull it off.

"Fine," Draco said, standing up from his chair, his expression smug. "I'll take your bet."

The next day, Draco put his plan into motion. It wasn't as if he had a solid strategy-how exactly does one make Harry Potter blush? But Draco was confident in his ability to be charming when he wanted to be. He would just have to turn up the charm, be a little more... flirty than usual.

He caught Harry in the hallway between classes, casually leaning against the wall as Harry walked by. "Potter," Draco drawled, smirking as Harry turned to look at him.

"Malfoy," Harry said, his tone cautious. "What do you want?"

Draco pushed off the wall, strolling closer. "Oh, nothing. Just thought I'd compliment you on your... well, everything today."

Harry raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Compliment me? You feeling alright?"

Draco tilted his head, letting his gaze roam over Harry's form in a way that was entirely deliberate. "You know, Potter, you've really come into yourself lately. Almost... handsome, if I dare say."