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Albus Severus Potter was starting his seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a proud and slightly arrogant Gryffindor. He sat on the train, giving his tearful mother a half-hearted wave from the window, and returning his father's wry grin. Apart from the glasses, Albus looked extremely similar to his father, though less lanky and slightly more muscular. Something he had actually worked on. He was an attractive boy, and he took advantage of that whenever possible. He didn't exactly sleep around, but he wasn't inexperienced. He saw his sister pass the compartment, beaming as the Prefect badge gleamed on her chest. She was the do-gooder of the Potter children, where as James, when he was here, tended to take after his Uncle George and the late Fred.

Albus' best friend, and cousin, Hugo Ronald Weasley sat in the compartment across from Albus, nodding vaguely as his overly protective mother continued asking him if he'd remembered various items through the glass. Just to irritate her, Hugo moved his mouth as if saying something important, though it was complete gibberish, sending Hermione into a bit of a panic as the train pulled off. Hugo grinned, glad to be going back to Hogwarts. He and Albus were both very similar people, though Hugo was a little less flamboyant with his sex life. It still existed, just on a slightly smaller scale. He was a teenage boy though, so raging hormones were kind of part of the package deal. He watched his own sister pass, shooting her a sympathetic note as she stormed after a pompous looking Scorpius Malfoy, who had somehow been named Head Boy.

"So what happened to that Muggle girl you were dating over the summer?" Hugo asked curiously, remembering the rather attractive girl Albus had been all over this summer.

"We weren't really dating or anything," Albus shrugged. "More just..." he trailed off, looking for the right word.

"Shagging," Hugo supplied, snickering slightly.

"No, actually," Albus admitted. The girl, Brittany, had been quite opposed to the idea of sex before marriage. "Just lots and lots of heavy snogging," he laughed, running a hand through his already messy hair.

"What's the matter?" Hugo taunted. "Couldn't coax her into bed?" he smirked slightly. "I reckon there aren't very many girls you could bed with the subtlety of a Hippogriff in a tutu," he laughed in earnest. They both knew it wasn't true, but Albus was quite fun to goad, as he took even the slightest jab at his masculinity as a deep personal insult.

"Bull shit," Albus muttered, crossing his arms. "I could have any girl in this school," he said sullenly. "Not anyone I'm related to, of course," he added with a shrug.

"Wanna bet?" Hugo asked, smiling mischievously.

"What do you have in mind?" Albus asked excitedly, sititng up a bit straighter. Bets with Hugo were always rather interesting. "And how much are we betting?"

"Two hundred galleons and bragging rights," Hugo suggested. "I pick any girl in six and seventh year that you have to try and shag, and you pick one for me," he smirked. "Then, whoever does so first, and gets proof-"

"What kind of proof?" Albus demanded, looking slightly skeptical.

"A picture or a pair of her underwear," Hugo laughed again.

"I do actually have some dignity, I will not be taking pictures of when I have sex with whoever this girl is," Albus said, raising his chin. "So who's the girl?" he asked.

"No, you can't know. You have to agree to the bet first," Hugo challenged. Albus scowled but nodded eventually.

"One condition. She has to be at least mildly attractive. I don't want to be shagging one of the Creevy girls or something," he muttered.

"Alright, same for you," Hugo agreed easily. The look in his eyes as he agreed should have been a major warning to Albus.

"Deal," Albus said.

"Deal," Hugo agreed, shaking Al's hand and smirking as he leaned back in his seat.

"Well, who is she?" Albus demanded.

"One of the few rather attractive girls at school you couldn't bed in a million years," Hugo laughed, pleased that he had basically guaranteed himself two hundred galleons. "You've got to get down the Malfoy girl's pants," he chuckled, clearly pleased with himself.

"Arianna Malfoy?!" Albus all but shouted. "She's not even mildly attractive," he said, knowing that wasn't precisely true. "She's appalling." That much was true, at least to Albus. He didn't give a damn how 'drop dead gorgeous' she supposedly was. She was arrogant, slightly vindictive, and harbored an even deeper dislike for the Potters and Weasleys than her brother did.

"I'm not fan of the Malfoys," Hugo said, "but Arianna's hot as hell, and you know it just as well as I do."

"Fine, then you get to bed her best friend," Albus spat angry that he had gotten himself into that.

"You mean...like, Olivia Zabini?" Hugo asked, looking slightly green at the thought of trying to seduce someone like her that would probably rip his head off in an instant. Sure, she was pretty, to put it mildly, but her air of superiority was chilling, though somehow, she had ended up in Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin like her family prior to her. "You're a jack ass," Hugo muttered angrily.

"You started it. At least Zabini doesn't completely hate the very idea of you within a ten foot radius," Albus retorted. "I will win though," he added, starting to smile. "This might actually get interesting. I could knock her off her little 'better than everyone' pedastool."

"Let's just make a couple points clear. We can't bribe them into it, and oral sex doesn't count," Hugo said.

"Agreed," Albus nodded along, thinking about how he could possibly complete this daunting task ahead of him. "Arianna Malfoy," he said the name like an expletive mumbled under his breath.

"This is going to be an interesting year," Hugo muttered, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

"I'll say," Albus responded. "I'm going to go sneak around a bit, maybe talk to the littlest Malfoy," he smirked.

"You do that, I'm going to wait until we actually get to Hogwarts," Hugo smiled.

"Maybe if I'm lucky I'll have your two hundred galleons by the time we get to Hogwarts," Albus grinned.