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The Uncooperative Potion

Purple.

His potion was purple.

Nervously Neville stirred it. It was supposed to be green. Green. Not purple. He didn't understand what had happened and any minute now Snape was going to swoop down on him and berate him for it.

Anxiously Neville consulted his text book, one hand unconsciously going to the crotch of his pants and squeezing as he tried to concentrate.

He had to pee. Really really badly.

No way would Snape let him go while his potion was purple though.

Ginger roots.

He had forgotten the ginger roots.

Shifting from foot to foot Neville wondered if it would help anything to put them in now. The book said to add them after the potion had been brewing for five minutes. It was very specific.

And Neville's potion had now been brewing for nine minutes.

A wave of desperation hit him as his bladder spasmed and Neville gasped, trying to unobtrusively grip his penis through his robes to keep himself from leaking.

According to the clock he still had 40 minutes to go before the end of class. Tears pricked at his eyes as he frantically looked around for his professor. He spotted him standing near Harry, sneering into the black haired boy's cauldron. He was getting closer. He would see Neville's potion soon.

Frantically Neville made a decision and threw in the ginger roots. The potion made a hissing noise and turned pink.

Pink.

Neville couldn't stop his groan of dismay which quickly turned into a gasp of panic as he felt a spurt of warm wetness escape against the hand he still had pressed to his crotch.

No, no, no, this couldn't be happening! Not here! Not now!

"Pink, Longbottom. Really?" Snape's cold voice sneered, suddenly right behind him, and Neville yelped, an even bigger squirt escaping into his pants.

"S-sorry, Professor," he gasped, quickly letting go of his crotch so Snape wouldn't see and to his horror he felt a third spurt of wetness.

"The ginger root must be added at exactly five minutes, Longbottom. I would think that is a concept even a simpleton of your limited intelligence should be able to grasp," Snape said softly, a sneer curling his mouth. "Otherwise the potion is useless."

Neville flushed, trembling. Snape's black eyes bore into him and Neville felt tears filling his own. He hadn't meant to forget the ginger roots! It was just really hard to concentrate and if he didn't get to a toilet soon he was going to wet himself right in front of Snape.

The thought was enough to make the tears spill over his cheeks and Snape smirked.

"Well, Longbottom? Explain yourself."

Frantically Neville cast his mind for an answer that would please the potions master, dancing from foot to foot as he tried to think, but before he could speak up another voice did it for him.

"Please, Professor, can't you see he needs the loo?" Hermione Granger said from her spot between Harry and Ron a few cauldrons down from him.

Neville could have kissed her but instead he doubled over and shoved both hands between his legs as a wave of desperation hit. He was spurting again and the whole class was watching him. He could feel his face flaming but there was very little he could do about it. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Malfoy looking like Christmas had come early and he closed his eyes, more tears escaping even as he slowly leaked into his pants.

"Five points from Gryffindor, Granger, for once again butting in where you don't belong," Snape said lazily. "As for Longbottom, he is a second year and perfectly capable of speaking up when he needs the facilities," Snape sneered.

Neville sobbed then as a longer, more pronounced, jet of pee escaped him, actually spraying some through his robes and fingers, and without thinking about it (and completely unable to stop himself anyway) he quickly started jumping up and down to try and stop it. "P-please, s-sir," he begged, panicked and terrified and only dimly aware of the Slytherins laughing at him.

Snape smirked again, amusement glinting in his cold eyes. "I don't know what you're sniveling to me for, Longbottom. You're the one choosing to stand there and urinate on yourself. I didn't tell you that you couldn't use the restroom," he said silkily.

For a moment Neville gaped at his professor, his frazzled and anxious mind unable to comprehend.

"Go, Neville!" Hermione said, speaking up again, and with another sob Neville spun around and tried to run for the door, wetting himself as he ran, his bladder finally starting to totally give up.

The Slytherins were roaring with laughter and Neville knew he was leaving a trail of pee behind him. Still he ran.

Tears blinding his vision; Neville was thankfully in the dungeon hallway outside of the classroom and out of sight before he felt his bladder entirely relax of its own accord, urine forcefully and loudly hissing out of him, completely soaking his pants and robes and splashing onto the floor around his feet.

"No, no, no, no," he moaned, his breath hitching in sobs as he desperately used his hands to try to stem the flow, doubling over and falling to his knees, peeing the whole time.

It seemed to last an eternity.

By the time he was finished, his bladder empty, Neville felt spent and exhausted.

He had wet himself.

Peed in his pants.

And Snape and the Slytherins had seen some of it.

And now he was crouched in a puddle of his own urine.

Shakily he stood and pulled out his wand to try and banish his mess.

His hand was shaking and his voice was trembling and he couldn't make the spell work though. He felt more tears rolling down his cheeks. When the potions lesson ended his classmates would all see the huge puddle of his pee and they would know he hadn't made it.

Granted, they probably knew already but… he didn't want them to see.

Failing to clean it though, he really didn't have a whole lot of choice and after few frustrated moments he decided it was more important to get himself out of there before anyone saw him.

Luckily for him Potions was the last class of the day and he could take his time in the showers.

Miserably, he wondered if he would be able to drown himself in the shower.

Probably not.

After he was clean he hid up in the boys' dormitory for the rest of the day, skipping supper.

He wasn't hungry anyway. And he didn't want to see anyone.

He had never been more grateful then when it was time for lights out.

Neville had never been more ready for a day to be over.

-End.