"You can't deny that there's heat between us," Malfoy purred. "I didn't," Harry responded, inching away from Malfoy. "Then why are you resisting something so undeniably right?" The smirk on Malfoy's face grew. "Fuck off, Malfoy." "I don't think that answers my question," Malfoy said, knowing he had the ravenette cornered. "I really don't want anything to do with you," Harry answered unflinchingly, but Malfoy didn't even look hurt. "Now I know you're lying." "Am not," Harry persisted. "Then let's make a deal," Malfoy toyed, "I bet I can get you to fall in love with me in 10 days..." "Can not," Harry scoffed. "-if I do," Draco continued, ignoring Harry's interruption, "then you have to admit there's heat between us and I get a day to do whatever I want with you." "Whatever?" "Whatever. So, is it a deal?" Harry's eyebrows pinched together, he knew if he backed down he'd seem weak. Besides, how could Malfoy ever get him to fall in love with him? "Deal."