Ms. Respectability herself trying to lock lips with her biggest rival and personal enemy at the school, who also just so happened to be the hottest boy campus? It was the dare of a lifetime.
Damn you, you skanky pseudo-dykes! she hissed bitterly, I hate this stupid, stupid game.
Apparently every girl but Hermione knew Draco lapped around the lake after a match, his alleged hotness made him worthy of stalking. She was to run up to him and kiss him.
But that just wasn't enough for the crowd. No, no, she had to get him to make out with her.
"Just how am I supposed to do that?" she had cried, "We kind of DESPISE each other!"
But Fred was giggling from glee, "Who cares how? You just gotta do it!"
Hermione shook the recent past out of her head, there was no use in trying to figure out how she had gotten herself into such a mess, she needed to focus on getting herself out! It appeared as if the entire party had placed their bets with Fred.
"Okay then," said Fred, wrapping up, "Anyone else? Last call…" he skimmed the list… "Ron?"
Ron looked at Hermione then back at Fred, "I-I I can't," he said, "I don't want to bet on this."
"Fine, fine" replied Fred busily, then he coughed "wuss" under his breath. Suddenly he looked back up from his list, "...Harry?" he asked.
Harry had been quiet for quite some time. "Eight galleons."
"Alright…Eight galleons for Hermione…" said Fred, writing on the list.
"Against Hermione," said Harry quickly.
Hermione's eyes darted to Harry, "What?" she spat.
He just shrugged, "I think you'll be too physically repulsed."
Hermione just shook her head at him, "You jerk," she muttered.