The Bet

"The Bet--Part Seven--Hermione and Neville Have a Little Chat"

The sun rose and five Gryffindor boys shuffled down to breakfast. Neville started to approach Hermione, but as soon as she seen him, she got up and left. He shrugged, figuring she had studying to do and sat down with his dorm mates for a nice breakfast.

Half an hour later, he decided to go see if he could talk to Hermione. He politely said goodbye to everyone and headed for the common room.

-Scene Change-

Hermione sat in the common room, looking sad. When she saw Neville, she got up and ran to her dorm room, but he chased her down. He followed her into her dorm room and sat down on the bed across from her.

"What do you want?" She said angrily.

"What do you mean, what do I want? I just want to spend time with my girlfriend, is all."

"Well, then, I'll go get Lavender for you."

"Lavender? What are you talking about 'Mione?"

"What am I talking about? Please, Neville. I heard you two talking last night."

"You heard that?"

"Yes."

"Oh, um..."

"What exactly is this bet and why did you have to cheat on me to win it?"

"It's nothing, really."

"Fine, don't tell me. It's not gonna change anything. This is still officially over."

"Fine!" Neville yelled. He stood up and stormed out of the room.

-Scene Change-

"Fine mess you've gotten me into this time, Lavender," Neville yelled.

"What happened?"

"Hermione broke up with me, I haven't been to class in weeks, my grades have hit rock bottom, I'm always exhausted from your little plot, I'm sick of it all!"

"Too bad, Nevy. You don't wanna get Snape's name tattooed on your forehead, do you?"

"No."

"Then get up to the astronomy tower. You have twelve girls waiting in line."

Neville sighed and drudged up to the tower. It was so exhausting being pimp master Neville.

-Scene Change-

That night, Five Gryffindor boys sat sharing their scores.

"None," Dean said, and promptly proceeded to punch his pillow.

"Same here," Harry said and did the same.

"This is the longest dry spell I've had since I lost my virginity," Ron sighed.

"One," Seamus said sadly. Everyone turned to him. Even though three of them had been celibate, Seamus had been keeping his numbers up.

"Well, Mr. Sex-Is-My-Middle-Name Longbottom, how many for you?"

Neville sighed and muttered through a strained voice, "twelve."

Ron marked the number down and sighed. "I still don't believe Neville is winning."

"I know. What's your secret, Nev?" Harry asked.

"Um, I dunno. I guess all those girls that you guys slept with and dumped the next day are getting revenge by sleeping with your roommate," he said and put on his best innocent grin.

The other four boys sighed and closed their curtains, ready to sleep. The bet would be over in only two months, and some how, Neville was managing to beat them all. What was going on?