Draco strutted up to Ron and asked to talk with him alone one day, and the few people around him at that time had been very confused. So had Ron, but after Draco had spoken a few words that were too quiet for anyone else to hear, he silently followed.

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"Alright Weasley. I want to make you a bet," Draco spoke kindly and without any nicknames to make Ron more likely to agree.

"I gathered that when you said you had something I'd be interested in."

Draco annoyed, continued, "See, I've heard you're rather good at chess.

"The best in our year," Ron attempted to show off.

At this, Draco nearly snorted ungraciously. Nearly. "I've got a friend who also believes he's the best in our year as well. I'd like you to play a game with him."

"I accept. Let's go," Ron was excited over the idea of an actual challenge. No offense to Hermione, Harry, Neville, Seamus, Dean or anyone else he'd played. They just didn't know how to strategize very well.

"Hold your nifflers there Weasley. I'd like to make you a bet remember?" Ron nodded as an indication to continue. "If you win, I'll do you one large favour. If you lose, you have to get Potter to come to my room and let me do whatever I want to him for three hours. Deal?"

Normally, Ron would not take a deal such as this one. Chess was a different story though. Going unbeaten since you turned eight, you would feel fairly confident that you would win too. Betting on a friend's time, and possibly dignity was not something Ron enjoyed doing.

"Deal." The boys shook on it, and Draco led Ron to the dungeons.

..........

Focused, Ron was sure he was going to win. Draco had sat him in front of Goyle, and told them to play. They had laid out ground rules of course. They included: no cheating, no lying, no spells, no potions and no outside help for the two players. Apparently Slytherins took chess very seriously.

When Draco had led a Gryffindor into the Slytherin's common room, there had been some initial fighting, but Draco had easily taken care of it.

An explanation later, and they were in the chess game. Utterly focused on who would win. Ron knew he was in a snakes den, so he hadn't taken his eyes off the chess board once, in case they changed it.

Still sure he was going to win, Ron played out a strategy so that it looked like he was going to do it one way, but he would change it. The goal was to catch Goyle of guard.

The plan was working well, but Goyle was playing moves Ron hadn't seen before. They made no sense.

As they continued, he finally realized what Goyle had done. Goyle had realized the strategy and countered everything before Ron could even get half of the peices out. Now it was obvious that he was going to lose. He'd play the other way and hope for the best.

Nope. That didn't work. For the first time since he was eight, he had lost. Ron had underestimated Goyle, but decided to be a good sport about it for once.

"Good game Goyle." The two shook each others hands. "We should play again sometime."

Goyle simply nodded, smirked to Draco and walked away.

As Ron was about to leave, Draco decided he'd forgotten.

"Don't forget our bet Weasley. I'd prefer him here, Thursday after supper."

Ron's eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped open.

"Close your mouth Weasley, or else you'll catch flies. You know your way out." With that, Draco strutted out. He'd won one bet and lost another. That didn't matter though, because he'd planned it that way.

There was a rumour that Harry and Ron were having a shouting match over a bet the next day. When Draco heard, a smirk fell on his lips knowing what it most likely was about.

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Thursday.

Harry didn't want to go, but he knew how seriously some people took bets. Cough cough, Ron. So here he was, sitting at supper trying to get something in his system. The nerves were preventing just that, and he felt like he was going to vomit.

What would Draco want with him for three hours?

Draco finished rather early, and looked to be in a hurry. Waving to his friends, he nearly ran out of the great hall. Great. Draco was even getting a head start on making things ready. Since Harry wasn't hungry, he may as well follow.

Already knowing the way, he silently slinked on. This is one of the times he loved having an invisibility cloak. Nobody saw him sneak in after a foul smelling fourth year. Nobody saw him cross the common room and go to the bedrooms.

When he found Draco, he realized he had his own room and bathroom.

"Potter," Welcomed the blond. Harry was still wearing his invisibility cloak.

"H-how?"

"Please Potter, your footsteps are louder than a hypogryff's. Come in. Don't be shy."

Tentatively Harry moved forward and removed the cloak. His wand was still at his side in case Draco tried anything. Then it wasn't. Draco had spelled it over without any audible words.

"Remember Potter, the deal was that I could do anything I wanted to you for three hours."

Harry's blood boiled. Ron hadn't mentioned the 'do anything I want' part. Just that he had to spend a few hours with Draco because he'd lost a bet. Way to go Ron.

Indicating the seat in front of a large mirror, Draco demanded, "sit."

It seemed slightly older. Perhaps it would break when he sat on it. Maybe it had a curse. What if it strapped him in when he sat? Despite this, he still listened.

Grudgingly, he moved forward. Was the vanity cursed too? It seemed rather normal, except it was larger than most. It was covered by strange objects and creme like jars. We're these torture devices?

Harry was getting extremely curious. Son he asked, "what are those?" (Thinks of meme)

"That Potter, is a curling iron. The one with the two flat sides is a straightener. The jars contain hair gel." Draco smirked for a moment. "I guess you truly haven't ever gotten your hair done."

"Wait... you're doing my hair?"

Draco chuckled. "Yes Potter. I lost a bet to Goyle, and I have to do your hair since I lost."

After that, the room went silent, except for the soft music Draco had going on in the background. Swiftly Draco had reached for Harry's hair. Harry had flinched away, and Draco told him to relax. Closing his eyes, Harry started to prepared himself.

Draco's hands gently ran through Harry's hair twice before exclaiming, "nope." Well Draco attempted to run his fingers through the hair anyway. It was so naughty, that it nearly got Draco's hands stuck the second they went in.

Harry sighed in relief. Did that mean they were done?

"Go into the washroom and get changed into this." Draco held out a bathing suit. A green one of course.

Awkwardly, Harry complied. The washroom was just as big as the Gryffindor washroom. Except theirs had to be shared by four and was a lot more messy.

"Potter are you finished?"

Muttering a meek yes, Harry wished he could at least put a glamour on to hide all his scars. Too bad Draco took his wand earlier.

"I'm coming in."

The horror. Once in, Draco didn't even look at Harry and went straight to the showers. He was also wearing a swim suit. The water was turned on, and Draco grabbed Harry's wrist, before yanking him into the shower. Not hesitating, the blond took Harry's glasses off and left him in the warm water for a moment until he came back.

Guiding Harry by his shoulders, Draco led him closer to the water and began to rinse his hair. Those fingers running through his hair felt incredible.

Then Draco began to lather in a substance, this required a bit more tugging, and Harry nearly moaned. Let's just say there was a reason he didn't let many people near his hair. That may or may not be his hair kink.

By the time Draco got to the second substance, Harry couldn't help it anymore. He let out a moan, without noticing. Draco just smirked knowingly, and finished rinsing out the conditioner.

"Alright Potter, here's your glasses, and a towel. Meet me back by the vanity."

Shaking, Harry got dressed. Draco obviously knew now. He had moaned a few times. When at the door, he took a deep breath before turning the door handle and rushing to the vanity seat. The rush was mainly to avoid eyecontact. Apparently Harry forgot there was a mirror.

"Excited are we Potter?"

Draco noticed, but didn't pay attention to Harry's blush. His fingers running through the wet, dark hair before he grabbed a brush and continued.

"Does anyone know Potter?"

Nervously Harry asked, "know what?"

"About your hair kink," Draco stated without showing emotion. Harry on the other hand was basically a tomato. The tomato shook his head no.

When the brush began to tug through his hair, another moan left his lips. Back to tomato red, Harry tried to look down. Draco simply pulled his head back up with his hair causing another noise to escape from Harry.

Soon Draco was finished with the brush, and began to cut the moist hair. He had decided that Harry's hair was far too long.

In no time, the new look was finished. Draco was really good with a pair of scissors.

"Here. Just let me go get Goyle to prove to him I did it, and then I'll be back."

Chuckling, Goyle hadn't believed that Draco could ever do Harry's hair. Both with their rivalry, and Draco's crush stopping him. When he walks into the room, his jaw dropped. There sat Harry with his hair neatly styled. Then Draco shoved Boy out of the room to have more time with his crush.

.........

For the remainder of the three hours, they played exploding snap, talked, and gossiped. This became a monthly thing for the two. Eventually Draco took advantage of the hair kink, but for now they would remain friends.

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