They shake each others hands upon placing the bet. I can only watch.

Nott glances at me, smirking. "Truly a beautiful price..." he says. "See you tonight, y/n."

After that the Slytherins leave. I feel sick.

When I finally regain my voice most of the students have already finished their breakfast and left the hall.

"You've got to be kidding me." I say to Marcus. "You did not just use me as a..." I have trouble finding a suitable word. "A betting object? I'm a person for fuck's sake! Your girfriend! Not something to place a bet upon!"

"She's right!" Nancy yells, gripping her fork and pointing it at Marcus. "Honestly, y/n, you should break up with him! This whole thing with the bet is completly fucked up! And I mean completely! He's basically pimping you out!"

"You stay out of this." Marcus says sternly. "This is between me and my girfriend."

He picks up his fork and smiles at me. "Relax, mini-muff. We'll win for sure. We've just got to!"

"Well, what if you don't?" I ask angrily. Normally his smile has the ability to somehow make me feel relaxed, but not now. Now I am mad at him. Furious.

He shrugs and avoids eye contact. "Then... I don't know. It could be that you'll have to clean Notts dorm or polish his Quidditch boots or something."

"Polish his Quidditch boots?! I don't think so!" Nancy chimes in. "He might want to see y/n kneeling on the floor in front of him, polishing something, but surely not his boots! If you know what I'm talking about."

"Nancy, come on don't say that kinda stuff." I mutter, blushing.

Nancy might look innocent with her glasses and shiny black hair but behind that she hides a very dirty sense of humour.

She raises an eyebrow. "Why not? You saw Nott twirling his wand just now?! I'm telling ya he knows how to put those fingers to good use. And the same goes for his other kind of wand. Rumor has it, he-"

"For fuck's sake, Nancy, stop!" Marcus yells. He puts his toast aside. "y/n, you don't honestly think I would've agreed to this bet if there was a possibilty that Nott would touch you? Even if Slytherin wins tonight, which is basically impossible cause we've trained harder than ever before and I've come up with a superb strategie- ,anyway, Nott won't lay a finger on you! He only got you involved in the bet for two reasons. One: he already has way too much money and knows I got none anyway and two: to piss me off! Everyone knows you're my biggest weakness. He's not like actually into you. There's just no way!"

"Why's that?" I snap. "Am I ugly?"

I don't particularly care about whether Theodore Nott, of all people, finds me appealing, but it hurts to think that my own boyfriend might consider me too ugly to catch the eye of the school's biggest Fuckboy.

Marcus rolls his eyes. "Of course not! You're gorgeous! But your parents are muggles. There's no way Nott would want to fuck a Mudblood."

I stare at him in disbelief. He. did. not. just. call. me. that.

"You did not just call her that!" Nancy yells, pulling out her wand.

I grab her arm, forcing her and myself to stay calm. The game. Hufflepuff. Marcus has to play. He can't do so if he gets hurt or distracted. The final is important. We can talk once it's over.

I take a deep breath. "Marcus, I feel very disrespected by your actions and words. You didn't even ask me before agreeing to the bet and I never expected you to treat me like this. For now I want you to focus on the match, but this is not over! We will talk after the game!"

I get up and Nancy follows my lead. She shoots an angry glare at Marcus over her shoulder. "You better make sure you win, asshole!"

Marcus rolls his eyes. "Stop being so emotional, y/n! Get back here! What did you want me to do? Just say no and turn down an offer of 5000 Galleons? Cone on, baby. They would have thought I was afraid I'd lose!" He yells, but I leave the hall without looking back.

A part of me doesn't want him to win anymore