A BET

“The great Draco Malfoy. I bet you couldn’t even get her to look at you twice. Forget taking her home... I’d wager you couldn’t make her feel a single thing.”

The insult landed, not like a slap, but like a key turning in a lock I’d tried to forget existed. He wasn’t just questioning my charm; he was questioning my power. He was insinuating that the war, the trials, the disgrace had stripped me of my very essence. An old, cold fire began to smolder in my gut.

I set my glass down with a soft, definitive click. The noise in the pub seemed to recede, the world narrowing to the five of us at this table.

 “You want to wager, Theodore?” I asked, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. I leaned forward, elbows on the table, forcing them all to lean in to hear me. “Let’s make it interesting. Let’s bet I can make her fall in love with me.” I let the words hang in the air, tasting the beautiful cruelty of them. This wasn't about a night of pleasure. This was about conquest. Annihilation of the heart. “I’ll do it in three days.”

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The plot is set in the Wizarding World after the War.

Most important information: It’s a modern world, so the use of cellphones, Wi-Fi, computers, Netflix, etc., is normal.