The Wager

Draco Malfoy may be an egotistical prat and in all honestly an arsehole; but he was not a man without morals. So when he finds his at the time girlfriend Astoria Greengrass making out with his best mate (who was unaware of their relationship) --he is livid, disgusted-- vengeful.

"Zabini's a way better kisser than you anyway." She taunts, licking her lips as she wraps her arms around Blaise's shoulders.

"Yeah well--" Damnit, pride be damned. "Grangers better in bed than you'll ever be."

Silence, shocked silence. Malfoy and Granger? That was unheard of--the two loathed each other to the very fiber of their being.

"Ha! Nice try, you've never bedded Granger." Astoria scoffed confidently.

Suddenly a bright light enveloped Draco Malfoy's ring finger and on it appeared a silver wedding ring.

"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY YOU PROMISED--YOU BLOODY SWORE YOU WOULDN'T TELL!" A furious, red-faced brunette came charging forward.

"YOU--" She jabbed her finger into his chest. "I MADE THAT WAGER SO YOU"D NEVER SPILL--WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY HATE MORE THAN BEING WED TO A MUDBLOOD?!"

Draco held up his hands in surrender. "Apparently; being cheated on."