Nott keeps on twirling his wand while waiting for Marcus to answer.

I can tell that my boyfriend is flabbergasted. A bet? He did not expect that.

Nott stays completly calm while waiting, there's just the hint of a smirk curling his lips. He does not act in the way Marcus expects him to and has thereby the upper hand in this game which he knows.

"Well, why not." Marcus finally says. His tone is hostile. "Sure. Let's do it! How much money are you willing to bet?"

For a second Nott's hand grips his wand then he keeps on twirling it. "How about if you beat us I'll give you... let's say... 500 Galleons?"

Marcus and I exchange glances. He seems very surprised by this offer. I'm not. Everyone knows that Nott's family is filthy rich. That amount of money must be nothing to him.

Marcus hesitates. "I want 5000."

Nott shrugs. "Alright. 5000 then."

He leans back slowly, resting his hands on our table. I notice a few silber rings blinking on his long fingers. There's something very calm, almost bored about his every move. I wonder if that's an act, put on to try and provoke Marcus, or if that's just the way he normally looks.

Marcus seems skeptical but nevertheless very interested. His parents are farmers who mostly specialize in growing certain plants that are needed for potion making. They are not poor, but not exactly rich also. I know that Marcus often wishes he had more money. And 5000 Galleons is an incredible amount.

"You'll get 5000 Galleons if Hufflepuff wins the final today." Nott says.

I notice that every single girl in the hall is looking at him. It's no secret that Nott is basically everyone's crush and probably the most desired boy in the whole school. I've always shrugged this off as some "Girls like Badboys" stuff, but now that I see him up close even I have to admit that he's very attractive.

Nott continues. "However, should we win, Catterick, then I'll get your girfriend tonight. For five hours. From 8 pm to midnight."

Everyone who heard him gasps audibly. Jaws drop to the floor. People start to whisper excitedly. I turn to Marcus, speechless. There is no way he'll agree to this, right?! This is insane.

Thank Merlin, he seems to feel the same way. "That's mad!" He scoffs. "What the Hell! I can't just... borrow you my girfriend."

I can feel Nott looking at me. Frozen in my seat, I grip the table's edge hard enough for my fingers to turn white.

"Then don't." Nott says, turning to leave. "I guess the bet's off then. See you on the pitch, Catterick."

"No. Wait."

I glare at Marcus, desperately hoping that he is not about to do what I think he's about to do.

Marcus clears his throat. "The bet's on, Nott."