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Cheating the Bet by Ryebread

Format: Novel
Chapters: 20
Word Count: 53,178

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme, Contains Spoilers

Genres: Fluff, Action/Adventure, Young Adult
Characters: Harry, Ginny, Neville, Albus, Hugo, James (II), Lily (II), Rose, Scorpius, OC
Pairings: Other Pairing, Arthur/Molly, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Rose/Scorpius

First Published: 05/31/2012
Last Chapter: 09/26/2013
Last Updated: 09/26/2013


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Alice Marie Longbottom is the good girl in school. She is in Gryffindor like her father, she has great friends, good marks, is Hogwarts's good girl, and is nice to everyone. The only expception to this rule; Albus Severus Potter, quidditch star, Hogwarts golden boy, enemy of Alice and... great kisser?

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Chapter 3: Everybody Talks

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I dragged myself up to my dorm, exhausted, and no, it wasn’t the cleaning that had me in a tizzy. No, it was Potter that was so exhausting. I fell backwards onto my bed, kicked off my shoes and stared at the scarlet drapery that was my canopy, remembering the detention.

Flashback to the detention:

“No need to be cheeky, Longbottom. I was just making polite, casual conversation,” Potter said, holding his hands up in a sign of surrender and waving his dirty rag in the air, but still smirking at me. I rolled my eyes and refrained from saying anything. Just one hour. I can get through an hour without becoming a murderer… I hope. I thought to myself.

We both promptly got to work, grabbing trophies off the shelves and polishing them until they shined like new, instead of looking as though they were fifty years old, which some were. The best part of it all was that we worked in total silence… for about half an hour. Then, Potter had to hear his own voice.

“So, Longbottom, I have a proposition for you,” he started, stopping his cleaning. I could feel him looking at me, but I didn’t dare meet his eyes because I kept thinking about his kiss, so instead, I started cleaning the trophy from 1985 more intently than before. “I’m not allowed to snog any of my ‘bimbos’ as you call them because of the bet, though you shouldn’t because they have a real talent for—,” I cut him off with a gag.

“Get to the point, Potter. I don’t want to know about your sex-capades,” I spat at him, motioning with my hands for him to hurry it up and get to the point.

“Jealous, Longbottom?”

“Bite me, Potter,” I growled. His smirk got bigger.

“I didn’t know you liked that, Longbottom, but I’m game,” Potter replied, chuckling at my narrowed, glaring eyes. He continued to ramble on.

“Right, anyways, if I’m not allowed to snog them as part of the bet, what do you say to becoming Al Potter’s personal snog buddy extraordinaire? Because let’s face it; I liked snogging you and judging from the noises you made,” he said, his ego growing by the minute and my blush getting redder by the minute. Damn my pale skin. “You enjoyed snogging me, too. Plus, you’re not a bimbo, so it doesn’t count against the bet. It’s a win-win situation.” I looked at him in disbelief. That was the closest thing to a compliment that has ever come out of his highly talented mouth.

“Are you out of your mind, Potter?”

“Come on. No one has to know and maybe if you were snogged more, you wouldn’t be such a prude.”

“I am not a prude!” I argued, although even I couldn’t help thinking that the lady doth protest too much.

“Prove it, Alice,” he said smirking, which I’m sure he thought was sexy, but it wasn’t. Okay, maybe it was a little bit, but I didn’t pay that much mind and it wasn’t until afterwards that I remembered that he called me “Alice” because at that moment, I had this insatiable need to prove him wrong.

I slowly made my way towards him, and then stopped only when we were inches apart. At first I just kissed him softly, unsure of what to do, but then I felt his hands touch my cheeks and I deepened it. Once we started full on snogging, I put my hands on his chest, grabbing his shirt collar and bringing him closer to me. Then, my hands gradually made their way up to his untidy, black hair. His found their way to my waist, pulling me closer and slowly making their way up the back of my shirt.

Regrettably… I mean thankfully, that was the time that Professor McGonagall decided to walk in and tell us that detention was over.

“What in the world…? You know what? I’m going to pretend I didn’t see this,” she said, shaking her head. “Don’t let it happen again, you two. Especially you, Ms. Longbottom.” She walked out of the room, leaving us to stand there awkwardly with our eyes looking anywhere, but at each other.

“So…,” said Potter. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He held out his hand. “Snog buddies?”

For the second time, I shook his hand and I knew I shouldn’t have. It seems to always lead to trouble. Again I felt the shocking sensation, but did my best to ignore it. I figured that now I wouldn’t be so hungry for his kiss, right? Or maybe he was like drug and he would leave me wanting more and more.

“I’ll owl you if I happen to want you and same for you,” he said casually, as if this were a business venture, hands in his pockets, and walked away as if it was no big deal. The only way I could tell that this affected him was when he kept wiggling his fingers and clenching his hand in his pocket, leaving me to speculate on how the electricity affected him.

Back to the present:

I left a few minutes after him, retrieved my wand from Filch, who muttered something about “in his day” and “strung up by their toes” (I really didn’t want to know), and headed up to my dorm to wait for Rose to be done with her Head Girl duties, which took her presumably longer because of mine and Potter’s detentions. She would have my head for that, I’m sure.

While I waited I chatted with the other girls of my dorm. My dorm-mates consisted of Rose (of course) whose bed was right next to mine, right against the wall, Aileen Finnegan, who was laying down on her bed against the opposite wall, Sophia “Sophie” Wood, who slept in a bed next to Aileen, and Rose’s cousin, Roxanne (but she likes to be called Roxy), who sat on her bed right next to Rose’s, square in the middle. They were very nice and fun to talk to, but when first year had started, Rose and I had clicked, while Roxy and the other girls became good friends.

Don’t get me wrong, Rose and Roxy love each other, but just have grew apart a little bit since Hogwarts. Rose threw herself into her studies and took multiple classes that she even had to use a time turner for (But don’t tell anybody. It’s a secret. Shh.), while Roxy dedicated all of her free time to practicing for her position on the Gryffindor quidditch team as chaser. She wasn’t a bad student, but she didn’t go the extra mile, or extra one hundred miles, as Rose did. She made up for this by being one of the best chasers that Hogwarts has seen since her aunt, Ginny Weasley.

Rose waltzed into the room at about ten o’clock, which was a little later than would be expected of her Head Girl duties, which she got sixth year because of her excellent marks and dedication.

Despite being Head Girl, she still rooms with the other sixth years because the Head Boy, Jerry Boot, is a seventh year Ravenclaw that has a thing for her and bores her out of her mind with lots of did-you-know facts trying to impress her. She always says that if he stopped that, he might actually get a date. He was good looking, but once he began talking, most girls started sleeping.

She sat down on her bed and sighed happily. Roxanne had a look of realization on her face and she grinned.

“Who is he, Rose?” she said, leaning towards Rose expectantly as if making sure she didn’t miss what Rose would say, even though their beds were right by each other’s. A few strands of her long black hair fell in her dark-skinned face; the rest was up in a messy bun at the top of her head. Aileen did the same, trying to get close to hear Rose’s juicy news, her blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. I sat on the edge of my bed to listen and even sleepy Sophia roused from slumber to hear about Rose’s new love interest, though she remained curled up in her mound of blankets.

“Well,” she said blushing. “You promise you won’t tell, you guys, especially you, Roxy? No one else in our family can know.” We all held out our pinkies and swore. What can I say? We’re kids at heart.

“I was with…” she said, whispering the name quietly so that no one could hear.

“Come on, Rose, don’t leave us hanging,” I urged her on.

“Scorpius Malfoy,” she said smiling slightly and her face reddening even more. We all started talking at once, gushing about the whole idea of her forbidden boyfriend and talking about how she liked him since last year, you know, being extreme girly-girls at that point.

“This is so great, Rosy,” said Roxy. “But your dad is going to kill you. Uncle Ron will probably burst a blood vessel in his forehead and his face will match his hair.” Roxy started to laugh, but Rose’s face paled.

“Nice going, Roxanne,” said Aileen with Roxy glaring at her for her use of Roxy’s full name. “She’s probably going to freak out now.” Then, turning to Rose she said, “Don’t let it bother you, Rose. Your dad will just have to accept that you like Scorpius, even if he is a Malfoy. Why would he not? He’s you father and he loves you, despite some petty schoolboy rivalry.” I nodded excessively in agreement.

“He’s seems like a nice guy and if he treats you well, go for it. You seem really happy, Rose,” said Sophie groggily, trying to brush out her blond rat’s nest that she got from sleeping. Rose’s face got a little more of her color back, but I could see she was still worried.

“And he’s fit,” added Aileen, our boy crazy roommate. Her constant stream of boyfriends and endless flirting were a part of her and she noticed and ogled any good looking blokes. We all rolled our eyes at her. “What? It’s true. Everyone else here was thinking it, so I just said it.” All of us giggled and nodded in agreement. Well, she’s right. It is true.

“Enough about me,” Rose said smiling still with an evil glint in her eye. “Little Miss Alice wanted to complain about my cousin today at dinner, but stopped. Would you like to enlighten us on what happened, Al? The blush on your face wasn’t too telling.” I started blushing like crazy, unable to stop and I could feel the heat in my face. I didn’t even tell her off for the “Al” thing.

“What happened with you and Al? Did you finally get together?” squealed Roxy with a gasp.

“Well, of course they did. Look at her blushing. It’s about time. You can practically feel the sexual tension in the air when they argue,” added in Aileen who mimed grabbing at the air. I just glared at her and stuck out my tongue. Thankfully, Sophie was back asleep so that I didn’t have the mickey taken out of me by another person, though I thought I saw a small smile on her sleepy face.

“We are not together. It was nothing; just a mistake. Can we drop it now?” I said rapidly, trying to get off the topic of me and Potter. Just by bring up the idea of us dating reminded me of our earlier mistake and how he had called me Alice. What was that? Rose snapped me out of my reveries.

“Oh, but something did happen, didn’t it? You can’t just leave us hanging now that you’ve said something,” Rose whined. The other two girls nodded seriously, agreeing with my traitorous friend.

“Can’t you let it go? All we did was kiss. Big deal,” I said without thinking and quickly clapped my hands over my mouth before I spewed out anything else, but the damage was already done. Well, bloody hell.

All at once the three girls started exclaiming things that I couldn’t make out in the noise. Sophie decided to wake up and Aileen filled her in on the details and she proceeded to join in on the babbling. Curse you two. I said in my head.

“When did this happen?” they all questioned simultaneously.

“Well, it was just last night while we were patrolling. It didn’t mean anything,” I said, trying to make it sound casual.

“How was it?” asked Sophie, but before I could answer to tell her it was horrid and foul (I may be lying a bit, but who would know?) Rose cut in.

“I thought you said he caused you to be late for Transfiguration. What happened then?” My eyes widened. Sod it. I thought. Why can’t I keep my mouth shut? Realizing that I was caught I fessed up and told them about that snog, too, though I kept out the part about me… um… moaning. That would definitely be TMI.

“Twice? See, I knew you guys liked each other!” exclaimed Rose.

“Are you sure those were the only times?” interrogated Aileen looking highly suspicious, but before I could make a fool out of myself, I yawned loudly and fakely.

“Wow, it’s getting pretty late and I’m ready to hit the hay. You should, too, Roxanne, and Aileen. Don’t you guys have quidditch in the morning? Captain James wouldn’t want his chaser and beater to be tired on the field. Well, nighty night,” I said quickly and curled up in my scarlet and gold colored blankets so that no one could get another word in otherwise.

My plan worked when I heard Roxy and Aileen grumbled about James and his brutal practices, and then got into bed. Not long after that I heard Rose’s nose whistling. Success!

Tomorrow, I thought, is going to be hell. Then, I closed my eyes, ready for a good night’s sleep after all that I dealt with today.

I should have known that that wasn’t possible when, about an hour after I had closed my heavy eyes, I awoke when I heard an owl tapping at my window. I had a hunch about who was sending me a letter this late and I kept telling myself that I was mad, though I couldn’t stop myself from experiencing a little excitement.

My stomach was doing flips and my heart was beating so fast that I could feel it in my chest and I was sure that my dorm mates would hear it. I made sure the other girls were fast asleep (and they were, thank Merlin) before grabbing the letter with shaking hands.

Just as I guessed, the sender was my one and only official snog buddy, my enemy with benefits (though not those kind of benefits, if you know what I mean), Potter, wanting to have our first official get together… at twelve o’clock at night.

“Bloody prat,” I grumbled quietly.

Curiosity got the best of me. I could just open the letter. Where’s the harm in that? I mused. What could possibly go wrong?