The Bet

"The Bet--Part Five--The Girls Hatch a Scheme"

The following morning, the sun rose and five Gryffindor boys drudged down to the Great Hall to have breakfast. Neville practically ran to Hermione and kissed her before sitting down. Harry shuffled over to some girls and started to flirt. Ron looked at Dean and shrugged before heading off to talk to Leslie. Seamus had already occupied himself with a friend of Andrew's that, shockingly, he hadn't nailed yet. The five boys were eating breakfast when suddenly, Lavender and Parvati entered to find Neville making puppy eyes at Hermione. They grabbed his hand and dragged him into the hall way, leaving Hermione looking shocked.

"Neville, what's going on?" they asked together.

"Nothing. What do you mean?"

"Well, Lavender and I were talking, and we realized you slept with both of us last night."

"So? Lavender, you slept with Ron, and Parvati, you slept with Dean. It's the same thing..."

"No it isn't. And besides, if you slept with us why are you flirting with Hermione?"

"Because she's my girlfriend!"

"So you cheated on her with us?"

"Look, you just don't understand."

Lavender turned to Parvati. "I'll never understand these Gryffindor boys. I've slept with Dean, Ron, and Neville, and the next day, all three of them wanted nothing to do with me!"

"Same thing happened to me!" Parvati said.

"Me, too," Beth said, joining in the conversation.

"Me, too," chorused a bunch of girls in the hall way. Everyone turned to glare at Neville.

"Neville? Is there something we should know?"

Neville squirmed and looked around. "Uh, no..."

"NEVILLE?" Lavender shouted, pushing him against a wall.

"Uh, they have a bet," he said finally, after Lavender had pointed her deadly wand at his throat.

"About what?"

"To see who can sleep with the most people!" he squealed. Why wouldn't they just let him go?

All the girls looked at him with fire in their eyes.

"And are you a part of this bet, Neville?"

"No," he lied.

"Good. Then I've got a plan," Lavender said, lowering her wand. She huddled all the girls together in a circle around Neville, and they began to plot...

-Scene Change-

And so another day came and went. The day had been filled with laughter, games, education, secret plots, and sex. Dean was marking the scores tonight because Ron was so tired he literally could not lift his fingers to write.

"Ten," Ron said, and promptly passed out.

Dean looked at Seamus quizzically, since Ron had been telling Seamus the story earlier.

"He had a couple of threesomes and regular sex after every class today. Poor guy's exhausted," Seamus said.

Soon the sounds of Ron's snoring filled the air and the other four boys had to talk over top of him.

"Well, I only had one today," Dean said sadly. "I don't know what happened, yesterday the girls were throwing themselves at me."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, I thought I'd kill you guys...you know, with the scar and all, but...nothing! I have no idea what's going on!" Harry said loudly, overtop Ron's snoring.

"Well, if it helps you guys feel better, my numbers have seriously gone down today; only four!" Seamus said.

Dean marked the number down and turned to Neville. "Well, pimp master Neville? How many for you?"

Neville grinned from ear to ear evilly. "Fourteen."

The three other boys who were still awake just stared at Neville, their mouths agape.

"I skipped class all day. 'Mione took notes for me," he said, still grinning.

Dean marked it down and stared at Neville blankly.

"Figures. He-Who-Shall-Always-Be-a-Virgin over there is catching up. Merlin, this sucks," Seamus said.

"Now this is what you call irony!" Neville said cheerily. He promptly collapsed onto his back and fell asleep, exhausted from having so much sex that day.

Dean, Harry, and Seamus stared at each other, shrugged, and shut their curtains.

The only thought on any of their minds was, "HOW CAN NEVILLE BE CATCHING UP?"