A/N: This one is for Sylvia Snape. Thank you for the encouragement and wonderful reviews. Sorry everyone for not posting everyday like I said I would, but things get crazy. I have the story written completely, so don't worry about me not finishing or not posting. Mahalo!
Hermione Part Four:
I hear Professor Snape whispering to someone nearby, but I can't hear what he's saying. Then I hear a thud and turn around. "Neville!"
I kneel by his still prone form, and shake him. He isn't responding. I look up and glare at the retreating form of Professor Snape. Why does he have to be so cruel to Neville? Day in and day out, Neville tries his hardest at Potions, but never seems to get it. I only hope that Professor Snape doesn't hear me whispering instructions to him all the time. I don't care how many house points he takes from me, I am not going to let him terrorize Neville into failing Potions!
"Neville, wake up." I shake him harder. Then it hits me. I run to the shelves and grab the jar of ammonium carbonate, and uncap it as I wave it under his nose. He comes to almost immediately. "Come on, let's get you to Madam Pomfry." I cap the jar and hand it to Ron to replace. I just glare at the Professor, who is watching me with his usual mask. I grab our bags and walk with Neville out of the dungeons.
