Disclaimer: All this belongs to JK Rowling. Well, except the plot… which isn't much anyway ^_^

Summary: Harry and Ron loses a bet, Draco wins Hermione as a slave for 7 days. This is going to be fun….

Author Note: This story will be 8 chapters long. ^_^ One chapter for each day. I'm going to try to make Draco as evil as possible, but still have Hermione and Draco fall for each other… at the end anyway. ^_^ hahaha…

Chapter One: The Devil's Contract

   "I'm probably the best chess player in the whole of Hogwarts." Ron bragged loudly during breakfast.

  Harry and I rolled our eyes. "How would you know? You've never played with every single one in Hogwarts."

  "Don't be silly, Hermione." Ron said waving his hands at me, then at himself. "It's a natural instinct of geniuses. We just know."

  Before, I could tease Ron again. A cold voice interrupted our conversation.

  "Did I hear right? The weasel thinks his the best chess player in Hogwarts?" A masculine voice said snidely.

  I turned around. Of course, it would be him. No one else possesses such an annoying pitch.

   "Go away, Draco. You're stinking up the air." I said glaring at Draco.

  Draco ignored me and smirked at Ron. "Well, Weasley, today is your lucky day. I'm letting you have the privilege of playing chess with me."

  He smiled maliciously. "Of course, the loser will have to pay heavily."

  Ron stood up, slamming his fist on the table.

  Boys, I rolled my eyes, they were always the dramatic ones.

  "I'll take you on, ferret boy!" Ron announced grandly. "The loser will have to be the slave for the winner for seven days!"

  Ron's eyes glinted evilly. "That's if you're scared, of course."

  Draco chuckled. He turned to Crabbe and Goyle. "Did you hear that?"

  Draco smiled wickedly at Ron. "I thought I heard your teeth chattering."

 And so, the "grand" battle of chess was to be played at the end of the classes, at the Great Hall.

  It was so childish and silly, really. I tried persuading Ron and Harry to cancel the match.

 Of course, they won't.

 It would hurt their "manhood".

  Well, I've given up on changing their mind. Their as stubborn as oxes.

  And it's not like, it's going to affect me anyway.

  Right?

  The whole school had heard about the "Great Chess Battle of the Century", and the Great Hall was filled with students. Mostly from Gryffindor and Slytherin.

  "Ron, are you sure you want to go through with it?" I asked Ron for one last time before the match started.

 Ron glared at me. "As a best friend, you could be more supportive."

  "Well, I just want you to know the seriousness of the bet." I said.

 Then added quickly, "Of course I'm not doubting that you wouldn't win."

  Ron smiled. "Of course. The game's in the bag!"

  Draco smiled smugly. "Checkmate."

  Ron looked flabbergasted at the chess board.

  I was as shocked. Although I always teased Ron about his pride in being No. 1 in chess, secretly I did believe that Ron was the best.

  Oh my god. Draco had beat Ron!

 I shook my head. It would be a big blow to Ron's "manhood".

  Well, at least Ron would learn his lesson.

   "I was careless." Ron said, angrily. "I will beat you if we have a rematch!"

  Draco smiled lazily. "Oh is it?"

  Ron nodded furiously. "Don't look so smug. You caught me off guard!"

  Draco yawned. "Very well. Let's have a rematch."

  Ron's eyes glinted. "Really? Great!"

  Ron started arranging the chessboard again, when Draco raised his hand.

  "Wait." Draco smiled. "I want to raise the stakes."

  "How?" Ron looked at Draco.

  Draco scanned the crowd. His gaze stopped at me.

 My heart skipped a beat.

  His mouth widened into a smile. "Her."

  "What? You want Hermione?" Ron said, taken aback.

 Draco nodded, he smiled maliciously. "If you lose, Hermione shall be my slave for a week."

  Ron paused for a moment.

  Ron, my best buddy! Use your brain for once!

  I gazed at Ron with all my hope. Surely, Ron wouldn't misplace my faith in him…

  Right?

 Ron smiled, nodding his head eagerly. "All right."

  I screamed. Not a very loud one, but a scream nonetheless.

  "No! I will not be a pawn in this ridiculous game!" I cried.

  Everybody was stunned, and looked at me as if I had gone mad.

  I was furious. I was not the mad one, Ron was the mad one!

  "Oh, I'm afraid Ron has already agreed." Draco smiled sweetly at me.

  I glared at Draco with intense hate. "In case you haven't noticed, Ron doesn't own me! It doesn't mean what Ron says, Hermione does!"

  Draco looked at Ron, shaking his head. "I'm afraid we can't have the re-match then, red-haired boy."

  Ron looked at me with puppy dog eyes. "Hermione, please? My golden sunshine."

 My golden sunshine? I glared at Ron, what kind of line is that?

  I shook my head, resolute. "No! Ron! I don't want to take part in this silly game at all! You can do whatever you like, but DON'T YOU DARE put me in this!"

  Ron sighed. "I didn't want to do this…"

  Oh no… I knew what Ron was going to do.

  "Do you remember when Harry and I saved you from the troll? And when you experimented with Fred and George's lab set to make new sweets? And how you caused an explosion and ruined some of their equipment? Do you remember how I…"

  "Blackmail!" I interrupted Ron's "how to make Hermione feel guilty" speech.

  Ron looked at me pleadingly. "Trust me, Mione. I will beat Draco so bad, he will have nothing left on him except his socks!"

  I sighed. "I'm holding you to that."

  "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Ron cried, shaking his head mortified.

  That was the exact response in my head.

  Ron had lost the game.

  Again.

  And this time, an even bigger loss.

  Draco laughed. "You make me laugh, Weasley."

  I felt weak in the knees, and Harry grabbed hold of me. "Are you ok, Hermione?"

  Draco turned to me, he smiled innocently, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Now now… don't get so excited."

  He paused, looking as if he was pondering. "Now let's see what will be your first order."

  "Oh yes."  Draco smiled deviously.

  "Call me Master."