Losing The Bet (Stuck with the Slytherin Prince)

Location: The house of Trisha Hope

----- A week from Harry Potter's Birthday---- (I forgot the day, haha I fail at being a Potterhead xD)

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"No way. I'm so not doing that." I glared at my best friend,Trisha's smiling face. "Well why not? It's not as if I'm asking you to ask out your brother."  She protested, raising a goblet and drinking her pumpkin juice loudly. "I'm not going to do that."

"You lost the bet, You have too-" She continued pushing. "No, I can't! That is not how it's supposed to go for me." I whined, pouting best I could and cupping my goblet, clutching it close to my chest. I shouldn't have even been involved with the bet-  But I'd never thought I'd lose, Not to mention I didn't know the result.

"Well you shouldn't have made that bet if you weren't prepared to face the consequences,"- Piped up my other friend,Sasha's  timid face. She also had a goblet, though it only had water in it.

"But guys, I can't just go up and ask out Draco Malfoy and assume I'll be able to fake-date him, You guys know that! First of all, my brother is his mortal enemy. Second of all, I'm not his type-He's not mine!!" I pleaded desperately.

"Hey, That is not our problem. It's yours."  Trisha shrugged, putting her goblet on the table nearby and crossing her arms afterwards.

"Yeah I know that." I spat, grabbing my container of Bertie Bott's every flavor beans that were also on the table. In the back-round we heard an old song play on the radio, I believe it was "Witching Hour" by Celestina Warbeck, One of my favorite singers of all time.

"Ooh, Warbeck. haven't heard much of her lately-" I tried to change the subject subtly. It didn't work, because Trisha stole a brownish bean from the container and rolled her eyes. She popped it in her mouth and made a disgusted face. "Eww- Vomit flavor! And you can't change the subject so easy!"

"Dumbledore said that vomit favor were horrid. I can't say I disagree, can you?" I tried again. Once again it failed. "Dumbledore is off his rocker-well, was. And no changing the subject, It's not working! It's pathetic really."

"Uhm...Hey, have you read the new edition Adventures of Martin Miggs, The Mad Muggle? I've heard it's the best yet." I said, Turning to Sasha. Her eyes widened. "Yes, I have- But personally, I like the original more-"

"Will you two just cut it out?!" Trisha shouted. "Your not getting out of the bet, your asking him out- your doing it because whenever I lost a bet to you, I did what I had too, and it's only fair you have too to!" She exploded furiously. "YOU MADE ME KISS CRABBE! I will never forget, that was horrid!" She ranted for a while, and I was thinking about what she said. I suppose I did- I never imagined she'd do it though. After a long, hard thinking session I let out a puff of breath.

"Fine." I sighed dramatically. "Really?!" Sasha asked, her eyes wide. "I don't have a choice, now do I?" I asked. She smiled and shook her head.

"I'm going to head to Diagon Alley later, last minute things, you know. Any of you like to come?" Trisha smiled giddily. "Sure,  I need to stop by Weasly and Weasly anyhow...Shame it's only one Weasly nowadays..." I trailed of solemnly. Truth be told, I always quite liked Fred. He was funny, smart and fun. He was probably, the most fun-loving, prankster I ever known, And one hell of a twin.

" I know... I had a crush on him... Or was it George?" Sasha joked, grabbing another jelly-bean.

"We've gone off topic, Can we get going? I really, desperately need to replenish my pranking items, And there's  free Love Potion to the first five girls that buy puking pestles-"