Author's Note: OKAY! I'm in a good mood today so I'm going to update every single story I've written. WOW! I hope all of my reviewers are happy! (Does anyone know why Tonks always says Wotcher Harry?)

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em

Chapter 2 The Bet

The next morning, Draco woke with a pounding headache.

"Mommy…" he moaned, pulling the thin sheets over his head to block the sun. He laid in bed for a few minutes before pushing himself off the side, landing with a loud 'thump.'

"Draco? Is that you?" Blaize yelled from down the hall.

"Yeeeeeesssssssss."

"Get up. It's three in the afternoon!"

"I don' wanna," he whined. Blaize stepped into his room and pulled the sheets off him and placed them on the bed.

"Tough luck. You have to pack for school tomorrow. The train leaves at 11:15, so you're going to bed on time."

"Yes mommy dearest." Draco crawled across the floor and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He took a long hot shower, then quickly scampered back into his room to change. Feeling much better no doubt.

"Hey Blaize," Draco called from his closet.

"What?"

"You'll never guess who I saw last night at the Club."

"Who?"

"Harry Potter!"

"No shit? How in the hell did he find you?"

"I don't know, but the scariest thing was, we didn't even fight." Draco slipped on a pair of charcoal pants and a large gray sweater. He walked out of his room and sat down at the table with Blaize.

"So you and Potter actually had a civil conversation with each other?"

"Yep, and he even bought me a drink." Blaize whistled.

"Wow, hell must have frozen over." Draco laughed and poured himself a cup of tea.

"I get the feeling things might be different this year."

"You're telling' me." Draco smirked and sipped from his cup.

"Are you excited? It's our last year," Draco asked.

"Yeah. I've already decided I want to become a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Draco raised an eyebrow.

"I definitely didn't expect that." Blaize shrugged.

"It's always been my favorite class and hopefully Potter will have destroyed the Dark Lord. I really don't want to be a Death Eater."

"Same here."

"So what do you want to be after we graduate?" Draco frowned.

"It's stupid."

"It is not. Now tell me. I told you what I wanted to be."

"I want to be a Healer." Blaize smirked.

"Now that, is what I call unexpected. Draco Malfoy, terror of Hogwarts, a Healer."

"I told you it was stupid," Draco groaned.

"It's not stupid. It's a great job and you'll be good at it," Blaize consoled.

"Whatever. How mush you wanna bet Potter is gonna be an Auror."

"A billion galleons. I swear that guy has got some sort of a superiority complex. Mr. Hero!" Draco laughed.

"You've go that right, but I'm still rootin' for his team. I hope he kills Voldemort!"

"Here, here!" Blaize cheered, raising his cup. Gulping down the rest of his tea, Draco stood and placed his cup on the sink.

"I really gotta start packing. I don't even know how I'm gonna fit it all in my trunk. I have so many books this year."

"Well that's what happens when you take extra classes," Blaize offered.

"Shut up. You're taking Animagus and Apparation class with me right?"

"Duh! Those are like the only cool classes you can take."

"Did you seriously just say cool?" Draco asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, whatcha gonna do about it?"

"Nothing. I'll let you drown in your own self loathing for a while." Blaize laughed.

"Thanks." Draco nodded and headed into his room.

4 HOURS LATER

"I'm free! I'm all done! No more! Hallelujah!" Draco yelled bouncing up and down on his bed. Blaize walked in the room.

"Did you tell the landlord about us moving out?" Blaize asked.

"Yeah, I did it yesterday before we left. I already gave him the keys, so we don't even have to look at the old sausages face again."

"Thanks God to that!" Blaize cried.

"I've finished packing. How about you?"

"Yeah. I'm done. I can't believe this is our last year. I must say I'll miss the school." Draco smiled at him.

"You're gonna be teaching their, so what do you have to miss?"

"I might not get the job."

"Pish posh. You have the highest grades in the class besides Granger. And I highly doubt she wants to teach DADA."

"No, she's going to be teaching charms. She's already got it all planned out."

"How do you know?" Draco asked.

"She told me last year during that project we had together. She's not that bad."

"No, she's not. But that Weasel! Ugh, that boy makes me wanna ring his throat. I swear." Blaize laughed and sat next to Draco on the bed.

"I heard a rumor last year that he had the hots for ya." Draco blanched.

"You're not serious. That tall gangly thing. He hates my guts. Plus there is no way he's gay."

"If he were hot, and were nicer to you. Would you go out with him?"

"Maybe. But he'd have to be pretty damn fine."

"Draco Malfoy, I hereby challenge you. You must, by the end of the year have at least gone on one date with Ronald Weasley or one date with Harry Potter. If you don't I do nothing, but if you do…. I'll ask out Seamus and Dean." Draco squawked. (Blaize has had a crush on both boys for about a year and Draco has been trying to talk him into asking them out.)

"Are you serious? Potter, Weasel! Ugh, you drive a hard bargain. Okay, I accept. But if I go on a date with both of them, you have to kiss both boys in front of the entire Great Hall.. Got it." Blaize smirked.

'There is no way in hell Draco will ever go out with Gryfindors.'

"Deal." They shook on it.

"I can't wait to see you puckering up to those two in front of everyone." Draco grinned.

"Well I can't wait to see you holding hands with the Golden Duo."

"I'm not worried," Draco said. "Harry has gotten pretty damn hot over the years. I'm not liking the height difference though." Blaize smirked.

"Well at least he's a good guy. A lot of people look up to him and so should you."

"Of course I look up to him. He's like a foot taller than me!" Draco cried. Blaize laughed and patted Draco's head.

Author's Note: Are you disappointed?