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My Ideas For a Comic That Somehow Connected With my OC Lore

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Oc , yeah I'm working on this style for a while now

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Bet

It's a long night for Harry. Poison was a disaster. He got a detention tomorrow, and most annoying of all, Gryffindor lost to Slytherin in the Quidditch match. Things will not be as bad if Harry hadn't agreed to Draco's bet about today's match, but here he is. Stuck with him. Being his personal servant.

"Really, mate? You actually accept his bet?" Ron said, seemingly down from the match's losses.

"Harry! Why would you accept it?" Hermione also seems disappointed.

Harry stared deadpan at both friends, "The chance to have Malfoy wearing Gryffindor uniforms ?".

Both of his friends just gave him a dead look. Yeah, it's not his lucky day.

"Well, well, well… look who finally learned to lose with some dignity. Almost."

Yeah, it's gonna be a long week for Harry Potter.

"Hmm… it’s such a delicious opportunity. I could make you do anything. Wash my broom. Kiss my boots. Recite poetry about my incomparable Seeker skills..."

"Well, that wasn't so-"

"Also want you in Slytherin green… tonight. Dinner. You're sitting at my house. Wearing a Slytherin scarf. Oh! We could- "

The list is unlimited, and Harry is desperate for an escape.

But then again, why would he let Malfoy take advantage of him? And from there, he gets ideas for what he'll do to pay up his deal with Draco Malfoy— rough play — BRILLIANT.

That same night, Harry sneaks into the Slytherin dorm, expecting Draco to be waiting for him, and he is. He is obviously waiting for Harry to rub in how he won today and dress Harry up to be a proper Slytherin.

"Potter, come on now. I know you're there," he said as Harry dropped his invisibility cloak to reveal himself.

"Oh, you're actually here," Draco said, putting on his smug face. "Well, aren't I Lucky?"

"Look, Malfoy, why don't we change the game?" Harry stepped forward, trying to look confident.

"That's not how the bet works, but let's see what you have to say." Said Malfoy, swinging his hand, gesturing approval for Harry to speak.

Draco was expecting words coming out form Harry's mouth, but things ended with him lying on his bed with Harry pulling his clothes off and sitting on top of him. Welp, Draco be damn because he likes how this is going so far.

"Well, I figure we celebrate your win instead. It'll be fun," Harry said, as he undressed himself till only his green boxer left.

"Wow,"

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The castle was almost silent by the time Harry slipped out.

Cloaked in shimmering invisibility, he moved through the winding halls like a ghost, carefully dodging the lingering prefects and the occasional wandering ghost. His heart thudded low and steady in his chest — part nerves, part excitement.

The underground harbour wasn’t a place many students even knew about. Tucked deep beneath the castle, past the old boathouse tunnels and through a door that seemed half-forgotten by time, it opened into a vast cavern lined with deep pools of water. The ceiling was studded with thousands of tiny crystals that caught the faint, magical light and made the whole place glow a muted, ethereal blue.

It was beautiful

And waiting for him.

Harry tugged the cloak off as he approached, stuffing it carefully into his bag. He slowly stepped forward, his boots clicking softly against the stone, his breath misting in the cool underground air.

Then —

"You're late, Potter."

The whisper came from behind him, low, smooth, and unmistakably smug.