A/N: mr nutters here, out with a new story... it's inspired by the last episode of Full Metal Panic: Fumoffu... humour/romance. it isn't one shot, it'll have chapters and each chapter is in another person's POV. please review that way i'll know if you like it or dislike it and if i should continue it. thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter series characters or anything you recognize from the books, but I do own what you don't know =D

Neville Longbottom, sixth year student at Hogwarts; School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, ran up the stone steps and into the Entrance Hall of the school. He had just finished Herbology with Professor Sprout, Herbology being his best subject. He had a short discussion about his Mimbulus Mimbletonia, which had now matured, but that short discussion had trailed along and now he was going to be late for Transfiguration.

How he had grasped an Exceeds Expectations on the exam was a mystery even to him. He climbed the marble stairs to his clasrom. It being rather hard to get around while carrying his Mimbulus Mimbletonia, which was like his pet. He struggled into the class and deposited his plant onto his desk. Fortunately, he had made it just in time and didn't not need to recieve a detention for being late or lose his house any points.

He beamed at his plant and remembered his discussion he and Professor Sprout had before realizing he had a class to get to.

'Ahh Neville, I see you've brought your Mimbulus with you, how goes it? Any new observations?' Professor Sprout inquired.

'It's gotten bigger and I think it's developing a new kind of defence, but I don't know what that is yet...' he said slowly trailing off into deep thought.

'Well, Neville since I've never actually had a chance to study the plant you have because of its rarity,' Neville beamed, 'I wouldn't have had the chance to know what it's defence is, but I've read about it's cousin, the Mimbulus Minbletonic, it expels deadly gas into the air slowly killing anything who breathes it in. Lets just hope your plant is nothing like that.'

'Yeah...' was all he could say. He shuddered to think that his plant could cause so much trouble. He'd never be able to keep it, his grandmother would never allow it. He'd have to leave it in one of the greenhouses.

'Ah, isn't that the bell? You should be off now before you become late.' the professor waved goodbye to him and he was off at a run.

'Hey Neville, I see your plant has grown a lot,' came a friendly voice from his side.

'Yeah it has! Don't worry it doesn't shoot Stinksap anymore,' Neville said reassuringly.

'Well that's a relief,' Harry Potter said with a quiet laugh. Neville watched him walked away back to where he was sitting with his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

Neville had once fancied Hermione, long ago from his first year all the way to his fourth, but he soon became to think that she was too good for him. And that they'd never be compatible, she was just too intellectual for him. She would be perfect with someone like... Harry! That's what Neville thought atleast. He could obviously see that Ron had fancied Hermione for a long time but they just didn't match. Ron was just too immature and they both never agreed on the same thing.

'Quiet down class!' came a stern voice from the back of the class. It was their professor for Transfigurations.

Professor McGonagol made her way down the aisles to the front of the class. 'Today we will be learning how to transfigure dangerous objects into harmless ones. For today, we will just be practicing on tiny objects. You will each recieve a spider,' Ron moved restlessly in his seat, but she took no notice. 'If you are bitten, the antidote will be on my desk, but lets hope we won't have to use it.'

She waved her wand and suddenly on each desk, there lay a jar with a palm-sized black, hairy spider in it. Neville heard a distinct crashing noise from the corner of his ear and turned to see. Ron had toppled over his desk. He hurried up to the front of the class and tried to persuade the professor for a different object to transfigure. Ten minutes later, with much persuasion, Ron had made his way back to his desk with a flobberworm in his hands.

Neville was having trouble with transfiguring as usual, but he thought he was making at least a bit progress than Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, who were sitting on either side of him.

'I think I'm half way there!' Seamus exclaimed. 'My spider has a button pattern on its back, see it guys?'

Neville and Dean looked over to see. 'I don't see it mate... wait are you talking about that smiley face on it's back?'

'Yeah!' he replied excitedly.

'That was always there...' Neville pointed out.

'Oh...' Seamus lay quiet after that, but still trying very hard.

Professor McGonagol had started to walk around the class observing the students progress. She was already at the table behind Neville which contained some Hufflepuff students, Ernie Macmillian, Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones.

'Ms. Abbott, we are not transfiguring the spiders into ties.'

'Yes proffesor.'

She took a few steps and stopped infront of Neville. 'Mr. Longbottom, what is your plant doing here?'

Neville hesitated, what if she wanted to confiscate it! 'Er... I didn't have time to take it up to the common room, sorry professor.'

'Quite all right, but next time I expect it to be in yuor dormitory,' she said rather coolly.

'Yes professor,' Neville said quietly while listening to Dean and Seamus snicker.

Still trying to transfigure their spiders ten minutes later Neville and the other two were starting to get frustrated.

'Bah! This is too hard, why can't we just vanish it?' Dean said quite loudly.

'Because, Mr. Thomas, that is not what you're here for,' rang Professor McGonagol's voice.

Neville looked over his shoulder to see if Harry, Ron and Hermione were in the same boat as himself and the others. Just as he had thought, Harry and Ron weren't making any progress, while Hermione had enough buttons to start her own collection.

He turned back to his own spider which was just sitting on his desk looking harmless, perhaps it was asleep. He tried once more, doing the necessary flicks, waves and jabs of his wand to change it. Unfortunately his wand flew out of his hand and hit him Mimbulus. As it hit sparks flew out from the end of his wand and hit the plant as well. Of course this aggravated it and without a warning it shot out a cloud of yellow, foul smelling gas. In no time the gas disappeared into the air, but the smell travelled through the class room.

Neville could only think of one thing that this gas could be. The very same deadly gas Professor Sprout was talking about! He had to warm everyone what this meant... but he was afraid.

'What's that smell?' he heard from behind him.

'Lavender? Not again!'

'Parvarti, it wasn't me!'

'Calm down ladies,' Dean said smoothly, 'it's only Neville's plant... nothing to worry about.'

Just then the spiders infront of each student (except Ron) began to roll over and remained motionless. An eerie silence followed it.

Neville stood up and moved to the front of the class, he had to atleast tell that what this meant.

'Uh... my Mimbulus Mimbletonia... just used its new defence mechanism... and - and -' Neville just couldn't do it, everyone was going to hate him, but they were all going to die anyways so, '- I think it's - it's a deadly gas and - and it'll makes us all d - die slowly... but I'm not one hundred percent sur -'

He was rudely interrupted by Lavender Brown's screams, 'AHHHHH, WE'RE GOING TO DIE!'