A/N: This is sort of turning into fluff, but it's not a "all probs solved instantly" story. So if it's fluff, but non-fluff at the same time, what would it be? They should make a word for non-fluff fluff. NFF. I dunno. This is like the shortest A/N I ever wrote. Disclaimer: Plot is mine, nothing else. Hope you like it. (Wow, that's all! Short.)
Love, Dragonessa "Short A/N finally!" Smith
Black Hole
Potions. As if this day hadn't been bad enough, whoever's up there controlling us decided, "Let's make her go to potions and see what happens."
As I walked in, all the Slytherin's simultaniously turned their heads away from me. Except for Draco, who was sitting alone at a desk in the far corner. He almost smiled at me, but at the last second it changed into a sneer, almost exactly like the one Ron was giving me.
I sat at one of the desks with Neville and started pulling out the ingredients for today's potion. I was on auto-pilot.
"Hermione!" Neville hissed, grabbing my hand.
"What?" I snapped, feeling confused and disoriented. Neville's voice hadn't helped much. I didn't know he knew how to hiss.
"He said we weren't supposed to add the bat wings until it stops boiling...didn't he?" Neville looked frightened. Of course he did. It was the first time he had ever corrected anyone.
I looked down at my hand, holding a bat wing, poised over the cauldron, which was bubbling heartily.
The full realization of what had just happened hit me. Neville. Had corrected someone. Me. In potions. His worst class. Neville. Potions
I have to get out of here.
"Prof. Snape, may I go to the hospital wing? I'm not thinking straight." I'm not sure if he said yes or no. I picked up my bag and ran out the door.
I headed for the hospital wing, even though I knew they didn't have anything that would help me.
Correction: I stumbled in the general direction of the hospital wing, even though I knew they didn't have anything to fix Ron's small-minded attitude and my new-found inability to concentrate.
Mdm. Pomfrey looked a bit skeptical when I came in without a note, but she told me to lie down anyway.
Funny thing about school staff. No matter what a good kid says, they'll believe it. Like right now. I told Mdm. Pomfrey that I thought I was coming down with a cold, which was why I couldn't concentrate.
It felt nice just laying there, not worrying about anything. Just letting the aspirin calm my mind...
"Here comes the Longbottom special, one fifteen on the dot." Mdm. Pomfrey said to me.
"Hmm?" I asked. I had almost been asleep.
"Almost every time you have potions, Neville comes in, at exactly one fifteen or a little earlier. You'd think Snape would have figured it out by now. That boy is just no good at potions."
"It might help if Snape wasn't breathing down his neck every day." I said, just as the door opened. I only caught sight of Neville, covered in boils again, before Mdm. Pomfrey pulled the curtains closed around me.
"I'll be right back." She said, then bustled off to help Neville.
Not two seconds later, I heard her shout "WHAT WAS HE THINKING!"
Peeking through the curtains, I saw Neville and Goyle being ushered into beds on either side of me.
I agreed with Mdm. Pomfrey. What was he thinking?
I pulled back the curtain on Neville's side. "Hey." I said.
"Hey." He said feebly.
We sat talking for a while about what had happened (After I left, Snape put Neville and Goyle together), when suddenly he asked "Did you really slap Ron?"
"Almost." I muttered. "Who told you that?"
"Padma Patil. I heard her and Parvati talking in the hall."
"No, she's probably thinking about when we were having a...dissagrement in the hall outside of Transfiguration."
"So you didn't slap him?" I think Neville sounded just a bit hopeful.
"No. Can you believe this is all over a stupid dance?"
The curtain behind me swished, and Goyle's big head appeared.
"You shouldn't have danced with him anyway." He said. "If you could have kept your hands to yourself, nothing would have happened."
"Hey, he asked me to dance, thank you very much." I said angrily. "And no one was talking to you anyway, you big lump." I pulled the curtain shut so fast, I think I caught his nose.
When I turned back to Neville, he was looking at me thoughtfully. "What?"
"Huh? Oh, er, I was, um...Hermione, promise you won't get mad at me?" Neville looked, if possible, even more fearful than usual.
"What?" I asked, trying to sound comforting. I sounded more like a bad Richard Simmons impersinator.
"Well, I was just thinking...he's right. None of this would have happened if you hadn't danced with him." He said that very quickly, but it didn't matter. I was already out of bed, towering over Neville, who was cowering so far under his sheets, only his face above his nose was visible.
"Is everyone in this school so pathetic that my social life is the only thing worth talking about?!?" I screamed.
I grabbed my bag and stormed out. I was right by the door when I heard Goyle laughing.
"Believe me, it's not." He said between laughs.
I picked up one of Mdm. Pomfrey's ice packs and threw it as hard as I could at his head.
As I explained to Mdm. Pomfrey later, I knew he'd have a huge bump afterwards, so I was actually doing him a favor by hitting him with the ice. I think the only reason I didn't get a detention is because she dislikes Slytherins any more than I do.
Well, one in particular is gaining some points...
I spent the rest of the period in Gryffindor tower, waiting for dinner.
Love, Dragonessa "Short A/N finally!" Smith
Black Hole
Potions. As if this day hadn't been bad enough, whoever's up there controlling us decided, "Let's make her go to potions and see what happens."
As I walked in, all the Slytherin's simultaniously turned their heads away from me. Except for Draco, who was sitting alone at a desk in the far corner. He almost smiled at me, but at the last second it changed into a sneer, almost exactly like the one Ron was giving me.
I sat at one of the desks with Neville and started pulling out the ingredients for today's potion. I was on auto-pilot.
"Hermione!" Neville hissed, grabbing my hand.
"What?" I snapped, feeling confused and disoriented. Neville's voice hadn't helped much. I didn't know he knew how to hiss.
"He said we weren't supposed to add the bat wings until it stops boiling...didn't he?" Neville looked frightened. Of course he did. It was the first time he had ever corrected anyone.
I looked down at my hand, holding a bat wing, poised over the cauldron, which was bubbling heartily.
The full realization of what had just happened hit me. Neville. Had corrected someone. Me. In potions. His worst class. Neville. Potions
I have to get out of here.
"Prof. Snape, may I go to the hospital wing? I'm not thinking straight." I'm not sure if he said yes or no. I picked up my bag and ran out the door.
I headed for the hospital wing, even though I knew they didn't have anything that would help me.
Correction: I stumbled in the general direction of the hospital wing, even though I knew they didn't have anything to fix Ron's small-minded attitude and my new-found inability to concentrate.
Mdm. Pomfrey looked a bit skeptical when I came in without a note, but she told me to lie down anyway.
Funny thing about school staff. No matter what a good kid says, they'll believe it. Like right now. I told Mdm. Pomfrey that I thought I was coming down with a cold, which was why I couldn't concentrate.
It felt nice just laying there, not worrying about anything. Just letting the aspirin calm my mind...
"Here comes the Longbottom special, one fifteen on the dot." Mdm. Pomfrey said to me.
"Hmm?" I asked. I had almost been asleep.
"Almost every time you have potions, Neville comes in, at exactly one fifteen or a little earlier. You'd think Snape would have figured it out by now. That boy is just no good at potions."
"It might help if Snape wasn't breathing down his neck every day." I said, just as the door opened. I only caught sight of Neville, covered in boils again, before Mdm. Pomfrey pulled the curtains closed around me.
"I'll be right back." She said, then bustled off to help Neville.
Not two seconds later, I heard her shout "WHAT WAS HE THINKING!"
Peeking through the curtains, I saw Neville and Goyle being ushered into beds on either side of me.
I agreed with Mdm. Pomfrey. What was he thinking?
I pulled back the curtain on Neville's side. "Hey." I said.
"Hey." He said feebly.
We sat talking for a while about what had happened (After I left, Snape put Neville and Goyle together), when suddenly he asked "Did you really slap Ron?"
"Almost." I muttered. "Who told you that?"
"Padma Patil. I heard her and Parvati talking in the hall."
"No, she's probably thinking about when we were having a...dissagrement in the hall outside of Transfiguration."
"So you didn't slap him?" I think Neville sounded just a bit hopeful.
"No. Can you believe this is all over a stupid dance?"
The curtain behind me swished, and Goyle's big head appeared.
"You shouldn't have danced with him anyway." He said. "If you could have kept your hands to yourself, nothing would have happened."
"Hey, he asked me to dance, thank you very much." I said angrily. "And no one was talking to you anyway, you big lump." I pulled the curtain shut so fast, I think I caught his nose.
When I turned back to Neville, he was looking at me thoughtfully. "What?"
"Huh? Oh, er, I was, um...Hermione, promise you won't get mad at me?" Neville looked, if possible, even more fearful than usual.
"What?" I asked, trying to sound comforting. I sounded more like a bad Richard Simmons impersinator.
"Well, I was just thinking...he's right. None of this would have happened if you hadn't danced with him." He said that very quickly, but it didn't matter. I was already out of bed, towering over Neville, who was cowering so far under his sheets, only his face above his nose was visible.
"Is everyone in this school so pathetic that my social life is the only thing worth talking about?!?" I screamed.
I grabbed my bag and stormed out. I was right by the door when I heard Goyle laughing.
"Believe me, it's not." He said between laughs.
I picked up one of Mdm. Pomfrey's ice packs and threw it as hard as I could at his head.
As I explained to Mdm. Pomfrey later, I knew he'd have a huge bump afterwards, so I was actually doing him a favor by hitting him with the ice. I think the only reason I didn't get a detention is because she dislikes Slytherins any more than I do.
Well, one in particular is gaining some points...
I spent the rest of the period in Gryffindor tower, waiting for dinner.