AN: Hi y'all! Ok, so I've finally got to it! The Dramione truly begins! Thanks for sticking with me, I totally went completely off on my own little tangent, which I always do, I honestly have no idea how I get anything done! Aaaaaanywho, enjoy! Teensy bit of nookie at the end!

Chapter 20 - The Bet

Blaise was thrown from his sleep by the slamming of doors and cupboards that he knew instantly was coming from the bathroom that he shared with his sister. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and made his way over to the door. He knocked lightly and called out, but had no response so he tried the door handle. Harmony had locked herself in.

Blaise knocked a little louder, "H? H, are you ok?"

Harmony obviously couldn't hear him, as she kept muttering to herself. Blaise could only make out a few words over the shower running and slamming of cupboards and drawers. "Bloody Malfoy… Bet… How dare… Make me do this… Arsehole!"

Blaise chuckled to himself and left the room, heading straight for Harry's. He knocked lightly and let himself in. He sat down on the edge of the bed and laid his hand down on top of the covers, shaking him lightly. Harry groaned and rolled over, smiling when he recognised the blurry figure, who was holding out his glasses.

"Morning Tesoro. Sorry to wake you." Blaise placed a quick kiss to Harry's forehead and smiled down at him.

Harry put on his glasses and grinned sleepily, "Morning babe. What time is it?"

"Sorry, it's early. Your best friend is crashing around the bathroom like a mountain troll." Blaise climbed over and joined Harry under the covers. "Any idea why she is muttering to herself about Draco and a bet?"

Harry's eyes widened, "Already?"

"Already what?"

"Oh, um… Harmony lost a bet with Draco whilst we were in Italy."

"She what!? When did this happen, how did I miss this?"

Harry blushed and told Blaise about what Harmony had told him about the bet. Blaise couldn't help but laugh at his sister's stupidity. They decided to have a bit of a cuddle in bed before they got up properly and Blaise went back into his room, sure Harmony would have left the bathroom by now. At breakfast, Harmony was dressed in an unseasonably warm tracksuit, stabbing her breakfast like it was her worst enemy. Well, chances are, she was imagining it was. They all ate as usual, until Harmony grabbed Harry's arm and gave a quick thanks, asking for them to be excused. She dragged her best friend up to her room and made him sit on the bed as she stormed into her wardrobe.

Harry twiddled his thumbs a little, "Um… H, Blaise said he heard you muttering about Draco and your bet this morning. Is everything ok?"

"Fine! Everything is fine. Malfoy has just chosen today to be the day that he wants me as his slave," came Harmony's voice from inside the wardrobe.

"Today? Really? What's happening? Do you know what he wants you to do?"

Harmony stepped out of her wardrobe and sighed, "No, but I think I can guess."

She stood there in a rather raunchy french maid's outfit. The bodice was slightly corseted, taking in her waist and pushing up her breasts to accentuate her cleavage. The skirt was incredibly short, the petticoat barely covering what shred of decency she had left. Fishnet stockings completed the outfit and were being held up by a suspender belt.

Harry stared at his friend with his mouth wide, "Harmony, why…"

"Malfoy sent it this morning along with this letter," she handed the letter for Harry to read, "Why did I ever make this bet? Dammit Harry, why didn't you kiss Blaise first!?"

Harry laughed, "I'm sorry, next time you make a bet with Draco that involves me, I'll make sure I do exactly what you need to win," Harmony stuck her tongue out, "Better yet, H. Don't make a bet with Malfoy ever again!"

"I'm sorry, you're right. I was a dumbass and I have to now deal with the consequences. I'll be gone all day, what are you going to do?"

"I'm sure your brother will keep me occupied," Harry winked.

"Eurgh you are gross, I really didn't need that," Harmony shuddered.

"You're the one with your mind in the gutter! I think he's taking me to lunch!"

They laughed together as Harmony went and collected her shoes, she came back out and stood in front of Harry, "Could you help me, please. I'm too self-conscious to bend over in this."

"Sure," Harry took the shoes and helped his friend into them. "Why the heels?"

"Oh, didn't you see, it was one of His Highness's orders. I better get going, it's almost 9 and I can't be late."

"Ok, I'm gonna go meet Blaise." Harry got up and went to the door to leave.

"Um… Harry? Could you be my lookout and walk me to the study? I will die if my parents or Blaise see me like this."

Harry chuckled, "No problem. Come on, you don't want to be late."

Harry opened the door and looked both ways, making sure the corridor was empty. Once he was sure it was safe, he waved for Harmony to follow. It wasn't a long distance to the study, but for Harmony it was nerve wracking enough. She was dressed like a slutty maid early in the morning and making her way alone to a boy's house. Even though it was Draco, her parents would be horrified. The dread pooled deep in her stomach, dropping with every click-clack of her heels on the wooden floors. With every step, she kept glancing over her shoulder, making sure no one was following. When they got to the study door, Harry opened the door and made sure that it was vacant before ushering Harmony inside.

Harmony gave her friend a hug, "Thanks, Harry. I guess I'll see you later."

"Have fun today, H."

"Oh shove off and go see my brother!" Harmony smirked.

"Oh I plan to, don't you worry. Enjoy Malfoy!" Harry shouted as he quickly closed the door.

Harmony took a deep breath, "You can do this. Just one day." Harmony patted her skirt down once more before stepping into the fireplace and calling out her destination.

*TJIY*

At quarter to nine, Darco stood in the mirror admiring his reflection. His hair sat exactly how he wanted, his shirt was crisp white and clung to every part of his body perfectly and his trousers fit in all the right places. That's it, Draco. Let's see how she reacts to this! With one last smirk in the mirror, Draco walked back out to his bedroom and took a seat in one of the large wing back chairs by his fireplace, picking up the book he had been reading before bed.

Ten minutes later, the fire glowed as Harmony stepped out. Draco glanced over his book quickly and smirked. She had followed his instructions perfectly. She had worn what he had asked and Merlin was he glad he came up with the idea. He stopped his musing and went back to his book, leaving his guest standing there.

As she came out of the fire, Harmony looked around and found Draco to her left reading a book. She turned to him and waited for him to acknowledge her. After a minute, she put her hands on her hips and spoke, "Malfoy…"

Draco simply raised a hand to silence her and kept his eyes on the book, obviously finding a suitable place to finish. Harmony huffed and made her way over to one of the other seats around the fireplace.

Without looking up, Draco spoke, "No, Zabini. Slaves do not get to sit unless given permission. You can stand and wait there until I finish this page." And he went back to his reading.

After a few minutes, Draco closed the book and placed it on the small table beside his chair. He smirked up at the witch standing before him. She looked incredible. Her hair was thrown over to one side, the waves cascading so elegantly, yet still looking like she had just been rolling around in bed all morning. The outfit fit perfectly in every place and the skirt barely covered her, just as he had planned. Her long legs in those fishnets, Merlin, I'd love to have those legs wrapped around my waist.

Harmony held her arms out with a sarcastic smile on her face and twirled, the movement unintentionally showing Draco the briefest flash of her underwear. "Happy?"

Draco's smirk only got bigger, "Oh, absolutely. Well done on being able to follow simple instruction. I honestly thought we would have a bit of trouble this morning, you usually prefer to break rules and do what you are told not to do." Harmony went to retort, but Draco held up a finger, "I am speaking from experience here. Anyway, come Slave. I'm starving and you will be serving my breakfast."

Draco made his way past her and to his bedroom door, but she made no move to follow. "I can't go out there, Malfoy. Not like this!" Harmony pointed to her outfit.

"Stop wasting time, Slave. My parents are out for the day. Now come quickly. Oh, and you will address me as 'sir' or 'master' for the duration of your time here. You never know, you may like it," he winked and left the room.

Harmony's head dropped slightly and she followed Draco from the room. They walked in silence through the corridors until they reached the family dining room. As his parents were not attending, Draco took a seat at the head of the table and beckoned for Harmony to stand beside him.

He clicked his fingers and a selection of food and drink appeared on the table. There was fruit, sausages, eggs, pancakes and much more. Instead of helping himself, Draco simply turned to Harmony and waited for her to act. When she didn't, he clicked his fingers in front of her eyes to gain her attention.

"What?" She snapped.

Draco looked wounded, "Is that any way to speak to your master, Slave?"

"Sorry, Sir." Harmony replied through gritted teeth.

"You are forgiven," he drawled, giving a little pat to her backside. Before Harmony could react, he continued, "You can start by making me a cup of tea." Draco waved his hands with a flourish towards the tea tray in the middle of the table before picking up the morning's copy of the Daily Prophet.

Harmony closed her eyes and took a deep breath before walking over to the table and began. On the tray was a small wooden box with a teapot, milk jug and sugar bowl all in silver to the left. Teacups and saucers were stacked neatly to the right. She took a cup and saucer, before opening the box and immediately panicking. The box contained probably 20 different varieties of tea. Going for the simplest option, Harmony chose English Breakfast tea with milk and one sugar. She walked back and carefully placed the cup in front of Draco, who kept the newspaper up in one hand and reached for the cup with another.

As he sipped the drink, he sneered and placed it back down. "What do you call that? I asked for tea, not a cup of piss." Draco pushed the cup back towards Harmony, "Now go back and make me a cup of darjeeling, black, and I prefer stevia rather than sugar." With that, Draco went back to his newspaper.

Really!? Why didn't you tell me that in the first place!? Harmony thought to herself. Because he's trying to mess with you! She countered once again to herself. Harmony went back to the tea tray and carried out the request. She placed the new cup in front of Draco and waited as he tasted the new offering.

"Passable. You'll be doing this all day so hopefully by lunchtime you'll make a cup that I'll be able to enjoy. Brewing obviously isn't your strong point." He smirked, knowing how much that comment would affect her.

And affect her, it did! "What the fuck, Malfoy…"

"Uh uh, slave. I didn't give you permission to speak, let alone disrespect me with that foul language. I'd like an apology."

Harmony stood and seethed, she knew that she would have to apologise, no matter what she wanted. Inside, she was screaming at herself for losing the bet. Inside, she was screaming at Malfoy. He was abusing his power completely in order to belittle her. When this day was over, she couldn't wait to truly give him a piece of her mind. How dare he comment on her brewing skills. He knew for a fact that she was a more than competent potioneer. He was obviously jealous of her skill. He couldn't bear the knowledge that she was remotely academic. Draco Malfoy was obviously a sexist pig, considering how he was having her dress and act today. There was nothing that she could do today. She would just have to grin and bear it.

She took a deep breath and turned to Draco, smiling sweetly, "I apologise, Master. It was wrong of me to speak out of turn…"

"It was wrong for you to speak at all, but never mind. You are forgiven. See that it doesn't happen again." Draco cut in from behind his newspaper. "I'd like a bowl of fruit and yoghurt, Slave. Yoghurt first, with blueberries, strawberries and apple. I'm sure you can do that, yes?"

Harmony nodded and replied, "Yes sir."

When the bowl was set in front of him, Draco picked up his spoon and held it out to Harmony. "I like to be fed, Slave. And don't pile up the spoon, you've eaten around that Weasley scum, Merlin knows what kind of table manners you've witnessed over the years."

Harmony sighed and took the spoon, scooping up a small amount and guiding the food to Draco's waiting mouth. As he accepted the food, he kept full eye contact with Harmony, giving her a wink as the spoon slid from his lips. Harmony couldn't breathe. Whether it was the corset or the look in Draco's eyes, she couldn't be sure. One thing she did know was that she wanted this breakfast to be over as soon as possible so that she could no longer be right up in Draco's face. Feeding him was too close for comfort.

Once his bowl and teacup were empty, Draco stood and beckoned for Harmony to follow him. They walked for a few minutes, deep into the manor until they came up to a heavy set of doors. As Draco pushed them open, Harmony coughed. The dust that flew out the door was shocking. They left footprints along the floor as they walked through.

"When I won this little bet, I instructed the Malfoy elves to leave this room alone. I knew I'd need things for you to do, so why not?" Draco took a seat in the one clean chair and accepted his book from the waiting house elf. "You'll be cleaning the room. Without magic. Oh and you'll need to dust all of my relatives' portraits. This is the portrait hall of the Manor, after all."

Harmony sighed and began. She began high and worked her way down. As she went past each portrait, she was insulted and questioned by each Malfoy ancestor. They would each comment about her outfit, face, hair, weight; you name it, they had something to say. Harmony knew that she was not permitted to talk, so she just carried on and let them say whatever they wanted. Water off a duck's back, she kept thinking to herself.

All the while, Draco sat and enjoyed his book, occasionally snorting at a particularly rude comment from his family members. Every so often, he would look up as Harmony was facing away from him and either bending over or stretching high. Might as well admire the view, it is rather breathtaking, he thought to himself.

For the next couple of hours, Harmony dusted the portraits, the shelves, vases, she cleaned the tables, swept and dusted the floors until the entire room was spotless and gleaming. "I'm finished, sir."

Draco put his book down and looked around. "Well done, Slave. I think you've done a better job than the house elves." He walked around the room before calling all of the Malfoy elves t o them. In seconds, they were surrounded by the little helpers, who all looked around the room in shock. "Look at this. This is how you should be cleaning this manor. Your work is shoddy and you better step it up or you will all be issued with clothes."

Harmony gasped and looked down as all of the elves began screaming and crying, trying to punish themselves. Though she had given up on her mission to free elves, since her parents had taught her the fundamentals of bonding with house elves, she was still horrified at what Draco was doing. In her first lessons, she had discovered that a house elf loves the job that they do and the only payment they need is the gift of more work and the satisfaction of knowing that their bonded family is happy with the work that they are doing. She was also taught that, should an elf be 'freed', they would slowly die, unable to survive without their family's magic. Even after learning all of this, she still refused to act all aloof and indifferent towards the creatures. She always made sure to thank them for their hard work, which the Zabini elves had gotten used to and all seemed to work even harder for her, not that she actually knew that last part.

Harmony closed her eyes and tried to keep the tears in. These elves were innocent. They had nothing to do with their bet and he had just caused them all so much pain. She was desperate to give Draco a piece of her mind but she knew that she couldn't. She had brought this upon herself by being stupid enough to engage in a bet with Malfoy and losing. She had to get through this one day and then she could go back to doing whatever she wanted, preferably as far away from him as possible.

Draco turned to Harmony with a smug look on his face. He knew how much this would hurt her and he reveled in it. The power he held over her today was intoxicating and he couldn't get enough of it. Shame it's only for one day, really, he thought to himself. He stepped up close to Harmony, who still had her eyes closed, and snapped his fingers, making her eyes fly open. Without speaking, he beckoned her to follow him. They walked silently through the manor and back to the ground floor and in to the Ballroom.

Draco led Harmony over to a table situated in the corner and motioned for her to sit on the small and uncomfortable stool. "You'll be polishing the Malfoy silver, Slave. I can't be bothered to keep you company this time, I have better things to do. I'll be back in an hour."

At this, Harmony rolled her eyes. She watched Malfoy leave the room and turned to her table of work. Laid out neatly was a full set of cutlery (enough for a banquet plus spares), goblets, candlesticks, gravy boats and charger plates. Harmony sighed and grabbed the polishing cloth, thanking whatever Gods bothered to listen that she was being left alone for an hour. It gave her time to just think and not have to worry about His Royal Pain-in-the-Arse laughing and leering at her.

She knew that he had chosen the outfit for a reason and that reason was perverted and lewd. When she had been cleaning the other room, she had noticed that Draco was barely reading his book. His eyes were kept firmly on her. Well, not firmly enough to realise that he wasn't being subtle enough about it. She was basically being used as a multi-purpose sex object. "He's probably gone off to have a wank," she chuckled to herself as she carried on with her task.

Harmony was finished in 45 minutes and spent the rest of her time relaxing before the dickhead's inevitable return. The doors burst open and Draco simply strode through the room and over to the patio doors. "Come, Slave. I promised Mother I'd exercise the horses."

Harmony got up and tottled over to where Draco was. "But don't you want to see that I've completed the last task, sir?"

"What? Oh I don't give a shit. It's just going back in the cupboard until it's needed. The elves will re-do it then."

Harmony went to retort but quickly held her tongue and followed Draco down to the stables which housed three of the most beautiful horses she had ever seen. The Malfoys owned three Arabian true white horses. There were two strong stallions and a slightly smaller but no less magnificent mare, the perfect representation of the Malfoy family in horses.

Draco opened the first stallion's stable and pointed to a shovel and a pair of boots. "Put those on, I don't fancy you breaking your ankle. There's still a lot to do. I need you to muck the stables out whilst I am out with each horse." And with that, he walked off and took the first horse out onto the grounds.

Harmony signed and put on the boots, wishing there was more material on her clothing but incredibly thankful for the oversized boots. Not wanting to antagonise him any more, she got to work shovelling up the manure into a wheelbarrow and walking it outside the stables to the designated space, which would obviously eventually be taken care of by the house elves. She then laid down fresh bedding and was ready by the time Draco returned. They continued this two more times and then made their way back inside.

They made their way through the manor and back to the dining room. Draco turned and cast a quick freshening charm on Harmony before turning and taking a seat and offering her a seat, which she quickly took, grateful for the rest. Lunch appeared for them both and they ate in tense silence. When Harmony thanked him for lunch, he responded, "Can't have a weak and tired slave, can I?"

Draco then led the way back to his bedroom and pointed to his bookshelf. "I need you to re-arrange my bookshelf. It's currently organised alphabetically by title. I'd prefer it to be organised firstly by subject and then alphabetically by author." He then took a seat and continued with his book.

Harmony went over to the bookshelf and started. She pulled books down and started to make piles for each subject, then began placing them back on the shelves as instructed. As she went through the books, the jealousy rose and rose in her. She noticed several first editions of many of the books she adored and would give anything to own them. The feeling stewed in her for hours as she went through and more and more books she wished she owned. In her anger, she completely forgot about the Zabini library which was stocked full of most of the books, and probably a few more. She was tunnel visioned on her disdain for the git that was Draco Malfoy.

It was around 6pm when she was finally finished, she looked up at her handywork and smiled. Whilst she wasn't happy who she was doing this for, it was books. There was no way she would do a half-arsed job. With her confidence higher following her good job paired with her annoyance towards Draco, she lost her filter slightly as she turned back to Draco and said, "Anything else, your highness?"

Draco closed his book and placed it on the table, "Whilst that sounds lovely, I believe I gave you instructions to call me either Master or Sir. I'd like an apology for your insolence."

That was it. Harmony had had enough. "Apology? Apology!? Are you mad? I will not give you an apology for something when it is not deserved. If anything, you should apologise to me!"

Draco scoffed. "Apologise to you. And what is it that happened that means a slave should get an apology?"

"You've had me carrying out these menial tasks just for shits and giggles. None of this needed to be done!"

Draco shrugged, "Yes, well you are my slave. I can make you do what I want. That was our deal. If you don't like it, maybe next time you won't bet on something with me."

"Oh believe me, I won't! You're the absolute worst! You not only treated me like shit, you brought all of your elves into this! Think about how you made them feel!"

"Oh who cares! They are house elves. My house elves. I can treat them how I want and today, I can treat you how I want. Now shut up, I've had enough of hearing you rabbit on." Draco pointed at her and sneered, "I didn't give you permission to speak."

Harmony barked out an unladylike laugh. "Oh no! I will speak all I want. I've had enough of your shit. Like this outfit." Harmony held her arms out, "What the fuck is up with this outfit? You've made me look like some cheap slut on Halloween!"

Draco smirked, "If the shoe fits, Zabini…"

*SLAP*

Harmony winced slightly as her hand connected with Draco's face, but not enough to regret it. "Fuck you, Malfoy. You have been deliberately cruel today, just because you can. You've enjoyed it! You've savoured this day. Milked it for all it's worth…"

"Yes I have, and you would do the same."

"How dare you assume that I am on the same level as you."

"Because I know you are. If you had won the bet, you would have had me wait on you hand and foot…"

"...I would not…"

"...Getting every fucking book you wanted from the library…"

"...How dare you think that I would…"

"...Fan you whilst you laze about in the sun…"

"...Absolutely not!"

"Oh yes." Draco took a few steps towards Harmony. "If you could, you would have me do everything you want, enough to humiliate me…"

"Enough!" Harmony pushed Draco away from her. "You know that I wouldn't do that. I am not you. I am absolutely nothing like you!" She stepped towards him and began poking at his chest. "You are a cruel, disgusting, smarmy prat who is so full of himself he thinks that every girl will just do whatever he wants and make no comment. You can't handle being around someone with an opinion. Someone who speaks their mind. You want to surround yourself with mindless bimbos who say, 'Yes, Draco. No, Draco. Three fucking bags full, Draco'. You are so damn insecure that you'll do just anything to shut them up!"

"Oh yeah, you think so?"

"Yes! You can't stand knowing someone is better than you. You…"

All of a sudden she was silenced by Draco's mouth covering hers. His hands held her face in place possessively so she couldn't move. At first, Harmony stayed still in shock, eyes wide and staring, completely unsure of what to do. After a couple of moments, Draco's lips moved against hers and her eyes fluttered closed as she returned the kiss. It was slow and sweet at first and quickly Draco's hands left her face and moved down to her waist. He pulled her close until she was flush against him and her hands slid up his chest and wound into his hair.

Her fingers touching his scalp gave him the confidence to push a bit further as he introduced his tongue, gently stroking hers. Harmony moaned at the intrusion and gripped his hair tighter, pulling slightly. Draco growled at the slight pain and lost all control, grabbing the back of Harmony's thighs and picking her up, setting her down on his desk, and situating himself between her legs. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him as close as they possibly could get, moaning as she felt his growing hardness rub against her.

Their mouths kept moving in unison, battling for dominance, refusing to be bettered by the other. It was a clash of lips, tongue and teeth. Harmony pulled back slightly, taking Draco's bottom lip in her teeth, making Draco groan and swoop back in and really take control. His tongue mapped out Harmony's mouth, refusing to let her do anything but accept his lead. Draco slipped his hand between them and ghosted his fingers over the fabric of her knickers, eliciting a moan from the back of her throat as she threw her head back.

Draco took this as invitation to move from her lips to her neck, pressing light kisses and little nips down her throat to her collar bone. Harmony carried on along the ride, enjoying the feeling of lips against her neck, crossing her ankles behind his back and grinding herself against his hand. It wasn't enough. She needed more. She threaded her fingers into his hair again and pulled his head up so their lips could meet once more as she moved herself against him.

They kept rutting against each other, barely coming up for a breath, the only sounds in the room were moans, gasps and sighs. Soon enough, Harmony's moans got louder and her body started to tense and spasm as she came upon her orgasm. Draco held her close and swallowed her screams as she rode through the pleasure, finally coming down from that high.

As they pulled apart, Draco smirked. "I guess you were right about that. Anything to shut you up," he winked at her, which immediately snapped out of whatever spell she was under.

Harmony gasped. "What the fuck," she whispered as she pushed Draco off, jumping down from the desk. She ran her hands through her hair, unable to make eye contact with the young man in front of her. As Draco chuckled, her face flushed and she ran to the floo, going home without a word.

Draco stared at the fireplace and laughed, bringing his hand up to his cheek. "At least she didn't punch me this time."

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