By Beth and Lindsay 3/5/04
This is a piece of work that i did with marpessa, i put a sign in showing where she stopped writing, so give her some credit folks! I'll send any comments to her that you send. Thanx, and don't forget to send reviews!
It Was All Neville's Fault!
Did you ever wonder what it would be like to fall in love with someone you never thought? Your worst enemy perhaps? Well that, my friends, is the story of Draco and Hermione Malfoy.
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It Was All Neville's Fault!: Chapter 1- Gone Arye
Neville Longbottom was the most uncoordinated student in the history of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It only made his awful matters worse to be stuck in a bad situation in the class of the dreaded Professor Severus Snape.
He sat between Hermione Granger and Lavender Brown. Most boys would like the thought of sitting between two gorgeous girls, one being rather smart and the other rather trendy. Besides the constant chatter and gossip that went on to his left, Neville tried to focus more to his right, where Hermione sat cutting up some dried fig leaves for the memory potion they were brewing.
"Longbottom!" Professor Snape yelled to the clutzy boy. Neville's head shot upward and his eyes gaped in horror. He had been absolutely frightened by Snape ever since his first year. In his third year at Hogwarts even, he had made the boggart Snape wear a dress. That was quite a sight for the sore eyes, but now none the less, nothing could help him escape his fears.
"Y-y-yes, Professor?" Neville asked, stuttering at the thought of all the detentions he might recieve.
"Get those jars over there and bring them to me quickly! Hurry now, or Gryffindor's points will be lowered to -50!" The git pointed over to a large chest in the far left corner of the room. It was dusty over there, and all the jars that sat atop of the chest were filled to their highest limits, making it even harder for Neville to carry them over.
There were six or seven jars, and Neville, having already got numerous points taken from Gryffindor in their new seventh year, decided that the quickest and easiest way to get them to Snape was to charm them and let them float over graciously to the teacher.
"Alohamora!" He said quietly, pulling his wand from his robes and waving it ever so slightly. Surprisingly, the jars rose into the air without a crashing sound in any form. Neville smiled, proud of himself, and started to walk to the teacher's desk, the jars following in a steady line behind him.
Draco Malfoy, from the other side of the room, saw the perfect opportunity. Being Head Boy was quite a fun thing for him, and he took away Gryffindor points all the time. But why not do it during class as well? Snape hated the Gryffindors and it would be quite a sight to see what Neville might do.
Draco turned his head to his right and put his hand over his mouth.
"AHH!" Came his muffled, but loud and high-pitched scream. Neville immediatly shot around wondering what was going on, and his wand swung around with him. He watched as the jars that were only minutes ago following him in a nice order moved towards where Neville's wand was pointing, Hermione Granger.
Harry noticed what was going on, but was much more focused at getting back at Malfoy. He asked Ron to stall Snape for him while he tried to duel the guts out of Draco.
So, being the loyal friend he was, Ron made his way to Snape's desk. The redhead huffed loudly and went behind the desk and turned Snape's chair around. Ron was then facing everything that was going on and Snape could only see him and the wall.
"What is it Weasley? Have you never heard of raising your hand? You should ask Granger, she'd know a thing or two about that." Ron tried to hold in his anger but Snape made fun of the know-it-all girl plenty of times before, and now wasn't really the perfect time to stand up for her.
"Uh, well, Professor Snape." Ron didn't know what to say. An idea quickly flashed into his head, the lightbulb on for the first time in a while. He didn't know if he should do it or not.
He looked behind Snape to see what was going on. Harry was messing up Malfoy's hair, who was shrieking like a girl. Ron wondered why Snape didn't get suspicious about this, not that he wanted him to or anything. Quickly, before the professor had time to do anything, Ron reached into his bulging pocket and pulled out a tightly wrapped piece of candy. Ron knew exactly what this candy did, seeing as how George and Fred, his trouble- making brothers, made it. He quickly unwrapped it and stuffed it in his hand.
"Well?" Professor Snape rudely inquired to the boy, making Ron's face turn redder than brick.
"Well, erm, it looks like your growing a mustache there..." Ron rose his hand towards Snape's face, and when he got to the mouth he stuffed the candy in.
Snape was rather astonished at the fact that a student, whom he hated in the first place, had just stuffed a piece of rather bad-tasting candy into his mouth. He chewed it up quickly and swallowed, wanting to get rid of the awful taste it left.
Almost immediatly, Snape felt... different. He had stood up quickly, and it seemed that all the food he had eaten went lower, past his stomach. He felt something urging him on, and as quickly as possible, without paying much attention, he told the class he'd be back and was using the restroom.
Ron laughed so hard that his hair almost stood on end. He had given Snape what Fred and George liked to call "The John Candy." Not many people got this when Ron told them, but everyone knows the other word for John is toilet!
In the meantime, Hermione was fighting to keep the jars full of random ingredients from falling into her cauldron. She did pretty well, warding off most of the unwanted jars. But one in particular lingered there, speeding past the shot of Hermione's wand, as if it had a mind of its own. And, before she knew it, the jar had plopped right into her cauldron.
Seeing as it was a large jar, Hermione's work swelled right out of the bowl, and splashed all over her. And, by total surprise, a shriek came from Draco Malfoy- again.
Hermione looked over suspiciously, wondering why he, of all people, had screamed. What she saw made her burst out in laughter.
Draco Malfoy was also covered in brewery from his head to his toes. Hermione knew this must have taken some good aiming, and she patted herself on the back in being proud.
Draco walked over quickly, obviously being mad at the stupid mudblood girl in front of him.
"WATCH IT, DIRTY BLOOD!" He screamed, pushing her cauldron to the floor.
On the other side of the room, Harry watched as the boy with messed up hair and the girl with messed up work's clothes that were covered with potions turned red. He nudged at Ron.
"What in bloody hell, Ron?" He said tapping his friend's shoulder. Ron turned around to see the two people with their normal clothes, but still covered in the green potion.
"What?"
"Well, it was red just a minute ago.." Harry replied, stunned.
"What?" Ron asked again.
"The potion on their clothes." Harry pointed to where Draco and Hermione stood, still fighting about something or another. Ron looked up at Harry funnily.
"It's okay mate, you don't have to worry." Harry looked at Ron. "I see things sometimes too."
This is a piece of work that i did with marpessa, i put a sign in showing where she stopped writing, so give her some credit folks! I'll send any comments to her that you send. Thanx, and don't forget to send reviews!
It Was All Neville's Fault!
Did you ever wonder what it would be like to fall in love with someone you never thought? Your worst enemy perhaps? Well that, my friends, is the story of Draco and Hermione Malfoy.
______________________________________________________________
It Was All Neville's Fault!: Chapter 1- Gone Arye
Neville Longbottom was the most uncoordinated student in the history of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It only made his awful matters worse to be stuck in a bad situation in the class of the dreaded Professor Severus Snape.
He sat between Hermione Granger and Lavender Brown. Most boys would like the thought of sitting between two gorgeous girls, one being rather smart and the other rather trendy. Besides the constant chatter and gossip that went on to his left, Neville tried to focus more to his right, where Hermione sat cutting up some dried fig leaves for the memory potion they were brewing.
"Longbottom!" Professor Snape yelled to the clutzy boy. Neville's head shot upward and his eyes gaped in horror. He had been absolutely frightened by Snape ever since his first year. In his third year at Hogwarts even, he had made the boggart Snape wear a dress. That was quite a sight for the sore eyes, but now none the less, nothing could help him escape his fears.
"Y-y-yes, Professor?" Neville asked, stuttering at the thought of all the detentions he might recieve.
"Get those jars over there and bring them to me quickly! Hurry now, or Gryffindor's points will be lowered to -50!" The git pointed over to a large chest in the far left corner of the room. It was dusty over there, and all the jars that sat atop of the chest were filled to their highest limits, making it even harder for Neville to carry them over.
There were six or seven jars, and Neville, having already got numerous points taken from Gryffindor in their new seventh year, decided that the quickest and easiest way to get them to Snape was to charm them and let them float over graciously to the teacher.
"Alohamora!" He said quietly, pulling his wand from his robes and waving it ever so slightly. Surprisingly, the jars rose into the air without a crashing sound in any form. Neville smiled, proud of himself, and started to walk to the teacher's desk, the jars following in a steady line behind him.
Draco Malfoy, from the other side of the room, saw the perfect opportunity. Being Head Boy was quite a fun thing for him, and he took away Gryffindor points all the time. But why not do it during class as well? Snape hated the Gryffindors and it would be quite a sight to see what Neville might do.
Draco turned his head to his right and put his hand over his mouth.
"AHH!" Came his muffled, but loud and high-pitched scream. Neville immediatly shot around wondering what was going on, and his wand swung around with him. He watched as the jars that were only minutes ago following him in a nice order moved towards where Neville's wand was pointing, Hermione Granger.
Harry noticed what was going on, but was much more focused at getting back at Malfoy. He asked Ron to stall Snape for him while he tried to duel the guts out of Draco.
So, being the loyal friend he was, Ron made his way to Snape's desk. The redhead huffed loudly and went behind the desk and turned Snape's chair around. Ron was then facing everything that was going on and Snape could only see him and the wall.
"What is it Weasley? Have you never heard of raising your hand? You should ask Granger, she'd know a thing or two about that." Ron tried to hold in his anger but Snape made fun of the know-it-all girl plenty of times before, and now wasn't really the perfect time to stand up for her.
"Uh, well, Professor Snape." Ron didn't know what to say. An idea quickly flashed into his head, the lightbulb on for the first time in a while. He didn't know if he should do it or not.
He looked behind Snape to see what was going on. Harry was messing up Malfoy's hair, who was shrieking like a girl. Ron wondered why Snape didn't get suspicious about this, not that he wanted him to or anything. Quickly, before the professor had time to do anything, Ron reached into his bulging pocket and pulled out a tightly wrapped piece of candy. Ron knew exactly what this candy did, seeing as how George and Fred, his trouble- making brothers, made it. He quickly unwrapped it and stuffed it in his hand.
"Well?" Professor Snape rudely inquired to the boy, making Ron's face turn redder than brick.
"Well, erm, it looks like your growing a mustache there..." Ron rose his hand towards Snape's face, and when he got to the mouth he stuffed the candy in.
Snape was rather astonished at the fact that a student, whom he hated in the first place, had just stuffed a piece of rather bad-tasting candy into his mouth. He chewed it up quickly and swallowed, wanting to get rid of the awful taste it left.
Almost immediatly, Snape felt... different. He had stood up quickly, and it seemed that all the food he had eaten went lower, past his stomach. He felt something urging him on, and as quickly as possible, without paying much attention, he told the class he'd be back and was using the restroom.
Ron laughed so hard that his hair almost stood on end. He had given Snape what Fred and George liked to call "The John Candy." Not many people got this when Ron told them, but everyone knows the other word for John is toilet!
In the meantime, Hermione was fighting to keep the jars full of random ingredients from falling into her cauldron. She did pretty well, warding off most of the unwanted jars. But one in particular lingered there, speeding past the shot of Hermione's wand, as if it had a mind of its own. And, before she knew it, the jar had plopped right into her cauldron.
Seeing as it was a large jar, Hermione's work swelled right out of the bowl, and splashed all over her. And, by total surprise, a shriek came from Draco Malfoy- again.
Hermione looked over suspiciously, wondering why he, of all people, had screamed. What she saw made her burst out in laughter.
Draco Malfoy was also covered in brewery from his head to his toes. Hermione knew this must have taken some good aiming, and she patted herself on the back in being proud.
Draco walked over quickly, obviously being mad at the stupid mudblood girl in front of him.
"WATCH IT, DIRTY BLOOD!" He screamed, pushing her cauldron to the floor.
On the other side of the room, Harry watched as the boy with messed up hair and the girl with messed up work's clothes that were covered with potions turned red. He nudged at Ron.
"What in bloody hell, Ron?" He said tapping his friend's shoulder. Ron turned around to see the two people with their normal clothes, but still covered in the green potion.
"What?"
"Well, it was red just a minute ago.." Harry replied, stunned.
"What?" Ron asked again.
"The potion on their clothes." Harry pointed to where Draco and Hermione stood, still fighting about something or another. Ron looked up at Harry funnily.
"It's okay mate, you don't have to worry." Harry looked at Ron. "I see things sometimes too."