- Rating:
- PG
- House:
- Riddikulus
- Characters:
- Neville Longbottom Severus Snape
- Genres:
- Humor
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Stats:
-
Published: 08/04/2002Updated: 08/04/2002Words: 577Chapters: 1Hits: 1,296
Professor, there's a fly in my potion
Bastet
- Story Summary:
- There is a little incident in potions class one day...involving our favorite potions teacher, poor Neville Longbottom, a nap and a -er- fly...
- Posted:
- 08/04/2002
- Hits:
- 1,296
- Author's Note:
- Okay- this one is weird and quite silly! At the end, we'll all say, "Poor Neville!"
He could see her now...coming ever
closer...holding out her arms to him! She was so beautiful and he-
-woke up.
It wasn't so bad to wake up in class after you'd been sleeping. It wasn't so
bad to be embarrassed when everyone laughed at you. It wasn't so bad to get a
detention from the teacher. And it wouldn't have been so bad for Neville at all
if he hadn't found himself in a cold, dark room with his head near a cauldron.
And even Neville knew what this meant. His eyes adjusted to the dark and he was
aware of a shape in front of him. He slowly brought his head up, inch by inch,
until the robes became a neck and then a face full of some strong emotion. It
wasn't a happy one.
OH, no.
No one moved. Not even the Slytherins snickered.
No one. No one had EVER fallen
asleep in Snape's class before, everyone in the room
thought. The Slytherins added, and lived, for good measure.
"Mr. Longbottom," the voice was strangely not a voice at all. It was
so icy it was unreal.
Neville's heart stopped for a second and he willed himself to believe that this
did not just happen to him. He was NOT in Snape's class. He was only
having a nightmare...
He pinched himself.
"Mr. Longbottom," the voice said again.
Neville's eyes struggled as they tried not to bulge. He pinched himself again
in case it hadn't worked the first time.
"I see you've had a jolly little nap. In my class."
Neville couldn't understand why this wasn't
working. He seemed to be asleep still. Pinch.
"I am so disappointed that you couldn't have done this
yesterday."
Neville's eyes gave up and widened in horror and relief at the same time.
Yesterday had been poisons day. Oh, not just any kind...the lethal kind.
PINCH!
"So, boy," Neville straightened up and braced himself as he refused
to meet Snape’s eye, "have you anything to say?"
Neville looked frantically at the other students who suddenly seemed very
interested in their potions. Neville stared at his dully. He knew he was in
deep trouble. And he got mad.
"Professor, there's a fly in my potion!"
Snape's face twitched as his ears picked up something he couldn’t possibly have
heard.
"What?" he asked in surprise. “Did you
speak, Mr. Longbottom?”
"I said, you vulture-hat-wearing-transvestite, that there's a FLY
in my potion!" Neville screamed.
Snape's face flushed with anger. The class watched breathlessly. Some covered
their eyes. Snape opened his mouth...and he-
-laughed?
He was! He-he was laughing. He was waving his arms around helplessly as
tears rolled down his cheeks. Neville couldn't tell if he was outraged or just
having an uncontrollable laughing attack.
Several potions bottles dropped to the floor as Snape threw himself, guffawing,
onto several tables. The stunned students recovered. Soon everyone else began
to chuckle quietly. Then they laughed politely. Then they were all imitating
Snape, rolling on the floor. Neville smiled. He'd done something right. He'd-
"Mr. Longbottom!!!"
Oh, gods...
Talk about a déjà vu...
He'd just woken up in Snape's class. He didn't know what was worse...that
he'd just dreamed about Snape, or that he was now living his dream.
It was extremely silent in the room. Neville felt his heart stop beating. He
looked wildly around. When his voice came, it was in a tiny, shrill squeak.
"Professor, there's a fly in my potion...?"