Forbidden

The inspection of the Potions dungeon was a relatively painless one, even though Snape, of course, commented on 'sloppy detail work' and 'incompetent mop skills'. Neville had a hard time listening to Snape because his eyes would wander towards his nether region, where Snape's bulge was easily viewable, and as smitten as Neville was, keeping his eyes off was almost impossible. But this detention had been a piece of cake compared to what he had been forced to do the day before; dissect a whole barrel of horn toads! Neville hadn't been able to keep the image of the toads being his own toad, Trevor, out of his mind, so it felt like he was killing his own dear pet over and over and over again. He'd been a nervous wreck the whole day.

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"Is there anyone who knows of another illegal curse?"

Neville knew one; he knew it all too well and it was the reason why his grandmother brought him up. The memories he had of that horrible time in his life were still fresh in his mind and every time he thought back on that day, he started shivering in a cold sweat. He didn't know why he put his hand up, but he did. Everyone seemed to be surprised that he actually seemed to know something in a class other than Herbology, because they were staring at him with wide eyes. That surprised him a bit.

"Yes?" Mad Eye Moody's magical eye spun around in his head and looked at Neville.

"There's one...that's called the Cruciatus Curse," Neville said in a low voice.

Moody looked at him in a strange way, with both eyes this time. "You're Longbottom, aren't you?" he said while his eye looked at his name on the class list in his hand.

He was creeping Neville out, and made him nervous, but he nodded at Moody's question and expected him to start asking an army of follow up questions. But he didn't. Instead, he took out one of the spiders in the jar on the desk and placed it on the wooden surface, where it lay completely still.

"The spider needs to be a bit bigger so you can understand what this is about," Moody said. "Engorgio!" he yelled and made the spider grow many times its original size. Ron was evidently scared of spiders, judging from the way he pushed his desk away from himself and his eyes grew wide.

"Crucio!!" The spider started twitching and rolled around in what seemed like enormous pains and when Neville saw it, he felt himself start to shiver and he could feel the sweat break out all over his body. He truly feared that curse. I'm going to pass out, Neville thought to himself and grabbed his desk and squeezed it as hard as he could, trying to fight his fear.

"Stop it!" Hermione shouted. Moody let the spider go, much to Neville's relief.

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After class was over, Neville struggled to get out of the classroom as fast as possible so he could breathe. He leaned against the wall and stared out into nothing while trying to get a hold of himself. That was the most horrifying thing he'd been through since coming to Hogwarts. Snape's reign of terror paled in comparison.

"Neville?"

Hermione, Ron and Harry were coming up to him. They looked concerned, which meant that they thought something was wrong with him! Oh no, Neville thought, I don't want them to know anything about my fears! I have enough problems with my feelings for Snape! Better play it cool, he thought and put on a false smile.

"Oh, hi! What an interesting lesson, wasn't it? I wonder what we're getting for dinner, I'm hungry like a wolf, aren't you?" Neville said.

"Neville, are you all right? Are you feeling okay?" Hermione asked.

"Sure, I'm fine! Very interesting dinner..." What the hell am I saying? "Er, lesson, I mean. What is for dinner?"

Ron looked at Harry. "Neville, what...?"

"It's quite all right, boy. Why don't you come with me up to my office? Come now, let's have a cup of tea," Mad Eye Moody cut in.

Oh shit, Neville thought, not this psycho! He's a real nut and I bet that if he doesn't rape me in his office, he'll eat me alive after carving my skin off with a cheese cutter!

Moody said something else, but Neville was too shaken to hear him. "Come on now, Longbottom. I have some books that might interest you," Moody said and grabbed Neville by the shoulder and led him away.

Neville looked at Harry thinking, 'There's the last normal person I'll see before I die.'

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Once up in Mad Eye Moody's office, which had belonged to the long row of previous Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, Neville sat down in a slightly over-large chair.

"Now, Longbottom! Or should I call you Neville, perhaps? Either way, I spoke to Professor Sprout the other day and she speaks very highly of you," Moody said, and poured them each a cup of tea. He sat down in his chair opposite Neville.

Neville was expecting Moody to come at him with a knife, an axe, his wand or even a scythe, but not praise! Maybe Mad Eye here wasn't so mad as they said, Neville thought and started to relax a bit. "She did?" Neville said slowly.

"Indeed she did! Top of the class, you are! Even slightly better than that Granger girl," Moody said.

Neville dropped his jaw in disbelief! Hermione would just die if she found out he was better than she in Herbology class. Neville was smiling.

"But what's troubling me is why you're not so good in any other subjects," Moody added and took a sip of his tea.

Neville shrugged and tried to drink some of the tea, but it was still way too hot to drink and he burnt his tongue. Moody, however, was drinking it as if it had been as cold as a soda. Humph, you're always immune to your own poison, Neville thought.

"Oh, come now, Neville! Surely you must know what's wrong?" Moody said.

"I've always been forgetful and clumsy! It's not my fault," Neville said.

Moody swallowed the rest of his tea in one gulp and wiped his mouth. "What if I told you I knew what was wrong with you?"

Neville dropped his cup of tea on the floor in a crash. "I'm sorry! I'm..."

"It's okay, boy. I'll fix it later,"

"What do you mean with what you said about knowing 'what is wrong with me?'" Neville asked suspiciously.

Moody smiled. "All in good time, boy. All I can tell you right now is that it has to do with what happened to your parents."

Neville's heart dropped and he could feel the tears welling up. Just talking about his parents was enough to get him emotional. "Do...do you know something I don't, Professor? Because if you do, please tell me right away," Neville said.

"I'm not allowed to. Albus has asked me to tell you all about what happened all those years ago."

"Then tell me!!" Neville exclaimed and stood up and stomped his foot.

"Gradually, boy. Gradually. If I tell you too much, too fast, it might have the opposite effect that I and Albus have in mind," Moody said.

Neville felt the tears trickle down his cheeks, but he sat down again. "Right! Then tell me the little you can now, Professor," Neville said.

"All right. I want you to try and remember what happened that day when your mother and father were attacked. Absolutely everything!"

"Okay. Then what?"

"Then we talk about it the next time I call for you. You are free to go," Moody said.

"That's it? You drop this bomb on me and then don't tell me anything?!?" Neville shouted.

"Oh, I forgot one thing!" Moody said and got up and made his way over to the shelf and grabbed a book from it. "Here! Read it, I'm sure you'll like it."

"The Magical Water Plants of the Mediterranean Sea and Their Qualities? What has this got to do with anything?" Neville asked.

"You like Herbology, don't you?"

"Well, yes, but..."

"Then read it! You should go now if you are to get any dinner today."

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Neville found the book pretty interesting and read it whenever he could, but he was still confounded, and upset, about Moody's unwillingness to tell him the truth about what ever it was he knew about him.

Neville had just stepped into the boy's bathroom on the third floor, and pulled out his manhood to relieve himself in the urinals. He looked down on his pride and thought about how someone else would look at it, and he wasn't happy. It was short and stubby, uncut and, just as his facial hair was nowhere to be found, his pubic hair hadn't started growing yet. Pathetic, he thought, a boy my age without pubic hair! It's a good thing I don't have to shower with the guys. I don't think they'd ever stop laughing. Oh well, at least I'm sexually mature in the nuts!

Then he noticed someone standing a few stalls away from him.

Snape.

Neville got hard in less than ten seconds! What was Snape doing in a bathroom for students ? Neville couldn't help but sneak a peek at him. He could see Snape's organ and he immediately felt his heart skip more than one beat.

"What are you looking at, Longbottom?" Snape said.

"Er, nothing, Professor!" Neville said and quickly turned his eyes to his own machinery and felt his cheeks, ears and even his forehead, go red.

"Humph! I think it is a bit too big to be referred to as 'nothing', don't you think, Longbottom?" Snape said in a surly, but slightly predatory, tone.

Neville didn't know what to say, so he did what any horny teenager would do in the same situation; stutter. "Er...I ...I..."

"Oh shut up!" Snape said.

"What are you doing in a student bathroom, sir? I mean, don't the teachers have their private bathrooms?" Neville shocked himself by actually talking to Snape without being asked first.

Snape looked a bit put off and pulled his thing into his robes. "Peeves shoved twelve rolls of toilet paper in mine and flooded it, the bastard!" he said as he passed Neville on his way out. But before he exited, he stopped, turned and looked at Neville's manhood briefly. "Do you always get this excited when you go to the bathroom, Longbottom?" he snickered in an evil way and left the bathroom.

Neville turned and looked around the bathroom, still with his organ stiff and fully visible, to make sure he was alone and went into a closed stall. Never before had he masturbated so violently in his short life!

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The weeks passed and were uneventful, except for when Professor Moody made them feel what Imperious felt like, until the night of the arrival of the contenders from the other Wizarding schools, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, on Halloween. Never before had the Great Hall been so packed with people. Everybody was anxious to find out about the contenders for the Triwizard tournament. Dumbledore announced that the Goblet of Fire was going to be placed outside the Great Hall and anyone who was seventeen that wanted to compete should put their name in it during the evening or early next morning. Neville wouldn't have wanted to compete even if he could. All that danger would surely finish him off.

A few days later, when the contenders, Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour, Cedric Diggory and, to everyone's surprise, Harry, had been chosen, Neville managed to earn himself some more detention in Potions class by turning his antidote into an even more deadly venom that almost killed the toad he tried it out on! He was waiting in Snape's office that evening, nervous. Snape entered and sat down on the table in front of Neville and looked at him with a strange look. "I know you have been doing a lot of detention work, Longbottom," Snape said. Neville nodded and noticed Snape's robes weren't properly buttoned. "And you've been doing most of these chores standing up? In a vertical position, am I right?" Snape said.

"Well, yes," Neville said. Snape moved his legs wider apart and leaned over, resting his elbows on his knees. This made his robes pull open just a little bit and Neville couldn't resist taking a peek. Neville gasped when he saw that Snape appeared to be completely naked under his robes!

"How would you feel about doing your next chores in a different way?" Snape said.

"What do you mean by 'a different way'?" Neville said and caught a glimpse of Snape's pride.

"A horizontal way!" Snape said and smiled an evil smile.