Gol-ly, dude! XD Two chapters yesterday? XD LOL it's probably because you guys want me to get to Hogwarts quick (I have a funny idea for the very first chapter of Hogwarts. ;p), so I'll be trying to get through these QUICK. LOL so, uhm…start missing these drabbles, dude.

HOGWARTS CHAPTERS ARE COMING SOON! 8D (as soon as my laptop gets fixed, anyway XD;;;)

FEATURING: James Sirius Potter! ;D LOL I find him quite funny~

DISCLAIMER: Haven't I been over this before? 0.0" Meh, ok, so…Rowling owns everything except Frank!

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[Frankie=9, James=11]

Neville walked through Hogwarts with Frank hugging his pant leg. He hated dragging attention to himself, being like Neville at a young age. His father smirked and grabbed his son's hand. There weren't that many people, really, but Frank was extremely shy. Lucky for him, there were just sleepy first years walking to breakfast, but one thing made it uncomfortable…the girls calling him adorable. His cheeks turned all shades of pink before going from a bright crimson to a blood red. They were almost as bad as the boys who got angry at him for being cute! He couldn't help it! Every nine year old is cute!

"Aww," one ginger said quietly, pointing at him for her friend to see. "Look at the little boy holding Professor's hand, Sherrie!"

"Oh," she cooed, "how cute!"

"He looks just like his Dad," the ginger giggled.

"He does, doesn't he, Kirsten?" Sherrie gushed. "Those types of things are just so sweet!"

Frank's blush only rose higher, getting to the tips of his ears. Neville noted that his son's face was as red as Weasley hair as he patted his child on the back, pulling out his keys to the classroom. The second he unlocked it, Frank squeaked and dashed right through the door. His father tried not to laugh, but couldn't help a chuckle or two. He left the door open a crack in case someone wanted to come in early. He sat at his desk and conjured up a rolling-chair right next to it. He glanced over at his son, who was highly interested in the plants. He looked at every one of them, tracing their leaf shapes and trying to remember the names of each one of them.

"These are so cool, Dad," Frank said in his calm tone, smiling at his father.

Neville smiled back at him. After a minute, James walked into the room, waving at his professor with a smile, to which Neville nodded, his smile still plastered above his chin. James took his seat in the front quietly, careful not to disturb Frank's thoughts. It wasn't before long that Frank had walked away from the plants and went to the front. Surprisingly, he hadn't seen James, which made him go wide-eyed. The Potter sniggered inaudibly and rested his head in his hand.

"Hey, Frankenstein," James began with his nickname, "how's it going? You aren't even going to say 'hey' to me?"

"Huh," Frank turned around to see the eldest Potter sibling. "Oh, sorry, James! I didn't see you there."

"No problem," he snickered. "So, uh…what are you doing here, anyways?"

"Luna's got to go back to work this week, so he's staying with me." Neville answered for his son, who was hopping into the rolling-chair.

"Brilliant," James replied, nodding. "So, you probably know more about plants and stuff than I do, considering that one's your father."

"I don't like to be referred to as 'that one,' thank you," Neville muttered.

"Sorry," James apologized sheepishly.

"Well, uhm, no, I-I don't know that much about herbology, actually," Frank stated nervously. "I'm still learning names."

"But he knows everything about Luna's creatures," his father affirmed with a smirk.

James sniggered and nodded just before the bell rang and everyone entered the room. No one really noticed Frank sitting there until they had all settled in their spots and laid their papers out for notes. That girl that had called him cute, Kirsten, was sitting in the very front next to James. She beamed at seeing him, causing him to blush once more. Neville saw this and smirked once more before snorting. He knew he could have put the chair behind the desk, but it was too late now.

"Uh, Professor Longbottom?" a girl with blonde hair in the very back raised her hand.

"Yes Alley," Neville called on her.

"Yeah, uh…whose kid are you babysitting?" Alley queried, completely confused.

"I'm not babysitting anyone's kid," Neville replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

James was rolling his eyes, shaking his head and sniggering quietly as baffled whispers arose. He always thought it was fun to know something that no one else knew. Another kid in the back raised his hand; this one with brown hair.

"Yes, Charles?" Neville asked him.

"Well, of course you're babysitting!" Charles exclaimed with a laugh. "I mean, there's a kid right there!"

"You moron," Kirsten and James whispered in unison.

"You git," Sherrie called out, "that's Professor's son!"

"What," a boy shouted. "No way; Professor isn't even married!"

"What are you talking about?" James snickered. "He's married!"

"Nu uh!" the same one yelled.

"Yes he is," another girl in the front stated. "Professor Longbottom, aren't you married?"

"Yes," Neville confirmed. "I have been for ten years now."

"When were you going to tell us?" Alley yelled, completely love-sick. "Have you had any children?"

"What do you think he is, you moron!" Charles exclaimed, pointing in Frank's direction.

"Well, that would explain some stuff, now wouldn't it?" a brunette stated.

"Professor," Sherries raised her hand. "What's your son's name?"

"Frank Xenophilius Longbottom," the father of the boy stated, "but you can call him Frankie."

"Only I can call him the fun stuff, k?" James claimed dibs on Frank's nicknames, to which everyone either sighed, nodded slowly, or giggled.

"Well, he's just too cute," Kirsten giggled. "He looks just like you! Except for the curls in his hair, the silvery-blue eyes, and airy expression that he's giving us."

"Yeah…why's he looking at the ceiling anyway," Sherrie inquired.

As Frank's head swooned back, he looked up at the ceiling, his mouth agape. Everyone, despite Neville and James, who were arching their eyebrows with smirks, began to look at the ceiling just as Frank did. They didn't know what on earth he could have been looking at!

"He does that sometimes," Neville finally said after a moment.

"Makes Lily so mad when he does it to her," James sniggered. "When they get married, Albus owes me thirty bucks."

"Lily?" someone asked.

"My sister," James explained. "She's two years younger than him and he's got this huge crush on her."

"That's too sweet!" Kirsten exclaimed.

After a while, Frank lowered his head and noticed everyone staring at him. The boys wore arched brows, the girls wore grins, while James had a smirk plastered across his face. Frank was smart, though. He looked at James, forgetting about all the stares and focused on the Potter. He mouthed at the boy, his eyes wide, "You didn't…", but James just laughed and shook his head. That was when Frank focused on the staring again, and, naturally, he blushed so hard that he shook.

"What were you thinking about, Frankenstein?" James changed the subject.

"Nargles," Frank replied.

"What are those?" Charles queried.

"They're these little, invisible creatures that hide in mistletoe," he stated.

"That's what I was going to say," Neville whispered before announcing, "There'll be random mistletoe hung around here."

"You mean the classroom," James inquired.

"I mean all over the school," the herbologist stated with a smirk. "So, look out, because you could end up with anyone under those things."

"My dad said you and Seamus got stuck underneath one," the Potter boy laughed.

"He's a liar," Neville lied.

"What's so bad about mistletoe?" Frank asked. "I mean, besides the Nargles."

"Nothing huge," Sherrie said as she and Kirsten eyed James, who was oblivious toward it. He was too busy laughing at his little comic he had drawn.

"I'm here!" Seamus announced as he burst through the door, nearly scaring everyone half-to-death.

"What in the hel—heck are you doing here, Seamus?" Neville asked.

"Luna wanted me to drop off your lunch," Seamus stated with a smirk as he set the bag down on Neville's desk. "There's enough for junior in there, too."

"Luna," Charles asked.

"Yeah, Luna," James nodded his head. "That's his wife."

"The Lovegood lady?" he queried.

"Technically, she's Longbottom now," Kirsten snickered.

"Ha!" Charles exclaimed, standing on his chair. "I know who your wife is!"

"It wasn't a secret!" Neville, Seamus and James affirmed.

"What's up with all the mistletoe?" Seamus inquired. "Because, I swear, if I run into McGonagall, I'll shoot someone."

"I don't think you count, Uncle Seamus," Frank spoke up, "just like how I don't count until next year."

"Aren't you nine?" James asked.

"Yeah," Frank nodded, "but I'm only a year behind you. I was born at the end of November."

"That's right," Seamus sniggered, "so you'll still be searching for those Wrackspurts without a wand, eh?"

Class went on like that for the day, causing the class to laugh every now and then. They'd always beam whenever Seamus or someone came to see Neville because class would never actually be a class. It was quite wonderful, actually. By the time class ended, everyone said they're goodbyes and waved at the three up front. James told Frank that he would never tell Lily unless he asked, which made Frank smile. Before the second years came in, Neville moved his son's chair to behind the desk, where he could barely be seen. The boy let out a sigh of relief and curled up in the seat of it, preparing to take a nap.

"Can we come back soon…with a bed?"

=A/N=

Alright, that had a LOT of dialogue. XD I absolutely LOVED when stuff like that happened in school! LOL I'm hoping more will happen THIS year!

Mmk, so now you know Frankie's birth month! ;p

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