AN: Just a random little thought I had as I was studying for exams. And my muse wouldn't let go. What could a girl do? ;)
Italics are Neville's thoughts
Neville Longbottom wasn't stupid. Granted, he was a little slow every now and then, but he seemed to notice things other people never saw coming. And when they discovered it, he'd just sit there and grin, and later add a point to his name in the odd notebook he kept.
Like Harry killing You-Know... Voldemort, he's dead, might as well, with the killing curse. What? Did they really expect the most powerful dark lord in three centuries to die with a patronus or a tickling charm? Seriously.
Or the Lovegood family being discovered as undercover aurors. People like Luna don't happen in nature. It just doesn't work like that. Ravenclaws aren't ever that... hippie. Her acting was good, but just a little over the top. It kind of reminded him of a pirate in this movie he'd seen the last summer... something about a pearl.
And that Olivander. He was an oddball for sure, but who, besides Neville, had ever thought that he would end up being the one to find the remaining horcuxes after Dumbledore's death.
Speaking of, Dumbledore, the greatest wizard since Merlin, brought down by his most trusted friend? Yeah right. Neville hadn't guessed the whole plot, but he'd assumed that Snape wasn't really evil, and that Dumbledore wasn't really dead. That had been a laugh, the headmaster showing up on the battlefield, very alive... and pink. Neville still had nightmares about those robes.
Neville shook himself out of his thoughts and glanced around the Great Hall. Their graduation ceremony was coming to a close, with Harry being the only one left to get his diploma. The order was odd, but he'd noticed that they were saving the best for last. The last few had been Neville himself, a reformed Draco Malfoy, Ron, Hermione, and now Harry. Neville smirked inwardly. If he was right, and he had a very strong feeling about this one, they were all about to be very shocked. Very.
As the Man-Who-Lived walked pass his teachers to say goodbye, hugs and handshakes where appropriate, Neville couldn't help the small giggle that escaped. It earned him a frown from Hermione, but he didn't care. He was too excited. And then it happened. Harry paused in front of the Potions Master. They made eye contact for a few seconds, and then Snape pulled the smaller man into a very passionate kiss. The entire hall went still and silent. Except for a giggle. Guess who?
Neville was never so glad that he'd received a camera for Christmas. Ron looked like a Yule decoration, all that red and then a green face. Hermione's face had gone slack, and she looked slightly faint. Malfoy had snorted pumpkin juice out of his nose. But the look on Dumbledore's face was going on a wall somewhere, he decided. Or perhaps a front page... Neville shrugged, deciding to think more later, and pulled out his notebook. Point for Neville!
AN: Yeah... not much but it made me giggle. It's my inner Neville. Gotta love the wierdo's. :D Review, please. Also, I'm starting a... saga, really, and I was looking for a beta. Not so much a spelling-grammar, because I usually catch most of those, except when it's 5am... More of a sounding board, making sure that everything flows and I don't have a brain spaz and have something completely insane happen. Anyways... just drop me a line in a review or e-mail. It wouldn't be until after Christmas anyways, so no pressure.
But reviews are sugar. And help me pass exams. Grr... college.
Darth Elleth