Drarry Oneshots

Losing a Bet

"Fuck!" I cursed as I saw the platinum-haired boy reach out and grab the golden snitch. We both jumped off our brooms, and the Slytherin team came rushing toward Malfoy to lift him up. I walked to the bench near the changing rooms and sat down, pouting.

I sat there until I saw the shadow of a person coming closer, which I looked up to see a smirking Malfoy with the snitch still in his right hand. "Meet you at the Room of Requirements in an hour. Be sure to bring the Weasel and Mudblood as well..." And he walked away, leaving me with my head in my hands, feeling nothing but regret.

Of course I had to be a stupid Gryffindor. I made a bet with Malfoy. Malfoy was making fun of me at breakfast before the match, when I declared that we have a bet, and whoever didn't catch the snitch had to go through 20 spanks from the winner with two of each opponent's friends watching.

Why was I so stupid!? I've never lost a match of Quidditch before! And I can't believe I lost it to Malfoy! I stay on the bench for a few more minutes, thinking of how it could end up. I would definetely bring Ron and Hermione, I couldn't imagine who else to bring, but certainly not Ginny. She is so clingy that if I brought her, she would be happy to see my bare arse. She tried kissing me once and I just can't stand the bitch!

I sigh to myself and get up to change out of my Quidditch robes. Once I finish, I realize that there's only 10 minutes left before I meet the cheater in the room of Requirements. I walk to the Gryffindor tower, to find Hermione, Ron, and Ginny doing homework. I quickly pull Hermione and Ron to the side to tell them to meet me in the Room of Requirements as soon as possible.

Ginny looks up and yells, "Omg! Harry! You were so amazing in that Quidditch game even though you lo-" Ron interrupted her, "Shut it Ginny. No one wants to hear you fangirl over Harry." Then he walks upstairs, probably to put his books away. Hermione follows quickly, which just leaves me and Ginny.

"Listen Ginny, I've gotta go-" she interrupts, "Go where?" "To the library-" she interrupts again. "Okay! I'll come with you!" I mentally groan. "No Ginny, I can't afford to have you bother me, I have a potions test that I don't understand what it's about, and you can't possibly help me. Goodbye." and I turn and walk away. What. A. Bitch.

I finally get to the Room of Requirements, to see 4 chairs up against a wall to the Right, which 2 are occupied seating Crabbe and Goyle,  and straight ahead from where I was standing, was a black velvet chair that looks like it could belong to the minister, and golden metal runs along each edge of it, which has a smirking Malfoy, half it's size, sitting in the center of the large chair.

"You're late." Malfoy says in a sinister tone. Just then, Ron and Hermione burst through the door, to gasp at the sight before them. "PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!" screamed Ron, which the curse nearly hit the blasted Malfoy, but unfortunately, just hit the left side of the chair. Malfoy didn't even flinch.

"Ahh, I knew Harry would bring the remainders of the Golden trio along. Take a seat." Malfoy sounded way to calm for the situation. Ron and Hermione slowly maneuvered themselves toward the two empty chairs, bot had their wands pointed at Malfoy the whole time.

"Our audience must be wondering why they're here. Care to explain yourself Potter?" I just stood there, fuming in anger. I can't believe this is actually happening. After a long moment of silence, Malfoy spoke up again.

"Well. You see, the previously undefeated Golden Boy has decided to place a bet with me. He said, that if he won the Quidditch match today, than I would have to go through a certain punishment, and vice-versa. He said each chooses two friends to bring along to meet in the Room of Requirements and hour after the Quidditch game has ended. Then, the loser would have to strip in front of us all, and the winner would get the pleasure of spanking the winner 20 times in the arse while having to go through the embarrassment of 5 people in total watching. Poor Potter didn't know that I had bought a Firebolt, so when the undefeated Boy Who Lived bet me, he thought there was no possible way he could lose. But if you look now... You'll soo that the Wizarding World's only hope, has failed."