Author notes: Yep, the next few chapters are going to be slightly rewritten. Nothing is going to change plot-wise but I'm finding this story really dull at the moment. But saying that doesn't really matter because obviously if you're reading the prologue it's cuz you haven't read this story yet. Well, hope you enjoy my slightly revised story. You can skip this part if you like, I don't really care. It's just the scene where the Bet is made. Nothing fancy. But if you do decide to read it then I hope you enjoy.
BTW: Most of this story is going to be in first person. Only this part is in third person.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in anyway whatsoever. Too bad though, I'd be *so* fucking rich...
Two figures, both alike in appearance and mind, sat on either side of a table. They stared at each other with looks of contempt. Both had icy blue eyes and white-blonde hair, and thin cruel lips. The girl was first to speak.
"So, let me get this straight," she said coldly, brushing blonde bangs out of her cobalt eyes, "You are so high on yourself that you think you can get anyone you want? Am I correct?"
The boy curled his lips into his infamous smirk. "Something like that, yes. But I don't 'think' that I can get anyone I want, I know I can."
The girl scoffed and glared at the other. "You asshole. What makes you believe that you can have anyone?"
"Because," the boy said, at a loss for a better answer.
"Is that the best answer you've got?" She said, laughing. "Jesus, you're so full of sh-"
"Fuck you, Damon!" The boy snarled. "I'll prove it! Talk is cheap. Just name the person and I guarantee you that they'll be mine in no time."
The girl, Damon, smiled, clearly amused. "Anyone?" She asked, putting her chin in her hands in a sign of pondering. After a few moments of thoughtful deliberation she turned to boy and grinned evilly at him. "How about," she began slowly, noting with pleasure the slight look of dread on his face. "Harry Potter?"
The boy laughed. "Harry Potter? Are you serious? I thought you were going to give me a challenge! You're really loosing it, cousin."
Damon remained calm, though she was seething inwardly. "Well, if you think it's so easy then I expect you'll have no trouble getting him into bed with you by the end of the year."
The boy blanched. "Into bed with me? By the end of the year? Damon, I never agreed to that."
The girl emitted a cruel laugh, enjoying her cousin's shock. "Oh, what's the matter? Are you scared?"
The boy growled. Nobody calls me scared! "I'm not scared. I was just surprised, that's all. I'll get Potter into bed, believe me."
"We'll see about that," sighed Damon, flipping her white-blonde tresses of her shoulders. "You have one year to get the little whelp into bed. You are not to use alcohol, drugs or magic, but other than that you're free to do whatever your black heart desires. And rape is strictly out of the question. Is that clear?"
The boy nodded. "And the stakes?"
The girl pondered this for a moment. "I think we'll stick with the usual slavery thing. In the off-chance that you win this trifle of a bet, I'll be your slave until we are both finished school. And vice versa. Do we have a deal?"
Her cousin stared at her for a moment.
Notes: So that's that. The first chapter should be up as well. I wrote that before I wrote this prologue, well kind of. This was actually from the first chapter and then I decided to do a prologue to explain some things. To make a long story short, I didn't like the idea of me just rambling on about something no one probably cares about and I figured that this scene would go nicely with the prologue. So then I wrote a new scene to fill in the void that was left by the absence of this scene.
BTW: Please review and read the rest of my story. It would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.