A/N: Chapter eight already??? Wow, those days have gone by fast. I've been putting up a chapter as often as I can because I always hate it when i find an awesome story, and it isn't updated, for, like, 3 weeks. So one chapter a day (or every other day) feeds both your need for hilariousism and my need to write my fic! What was so freaky was when I was at school in the computer lab in LA class, I got bored so I put up chapter 7 and when I got home there was already 4 reviews on it! Apparantly I wasn't the only one bored at school! Chapter Eight - Enjoy!

Chapter Eight: Change my Nappy?

Harry continued sulking until Ron came upstairs and tripped over him. Harry got up.

"Ron, I'd just like to say... I'm sorry," said Harry.

"Nah, it's okay." said Ron. "I get chocolate cravings too."

"No, I mean about snapping at you."

"Oooooh. Well, I accept your apology."

"Thanks,"

"No problem,"

"No, I mean really. Thanks,"

"... No, I mean really. No problem,"

"Ron!"

"Harry!"

"Neville!" neville shouted.

Harry and Ron stared at him.

"Well, I'm always ignored! No one ever pays attention to me!" said Neville, and started crying.

"Maybe you're ignored for a reason," said Ron.

Nevilled sniffed. "Oh, I know what will make it all better!" He said, in between sobs. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a bunch of colourful plastic keys and started teething on them. "Ammm mmm mmuh,"

Ron and Harry watched him chew on the teething toys until he started drooling. Neville, as if realizing they were still there, looked up at them.

"... change my nappy?" he asked hopefully.

Ron turned to Harry. "Leave?"

Harry nodded. "Yes, please."

They hurried down to the common room, to find Hermione sewing together a sparkly skirt.

Hermione glared at them from under her big bushy eyelashes. "Well now that the secret's out I may as well do this in public."

"May as well," said Harry.

"Aren't you two supposed to be in potions?" she asked.

"Oh no we forgot!!" Ron and Harry said, and dashed off to the dungeons.

They reached the classroom, and burst through the door, to find Professor Dumbledore writing something on the chalkboard.

"So glad you could join us, boys," he said. "Alas, Professor Snape isn't feeling well-"

"Darn right!!" sobbed Snape, huddled up in the corner, pulling the wings off his butterfly barrettes in tears.

"-so I will be filling in for him." Dumbledore finished. "Feel free to take your seats anytime."

They took their seats.

"Now," said Dumbledore. "Today you will be making a potion to cure, ahem, diarrhea. Please follow the instructions I have written on the blackboard."

So everyone got to work. Dumbledore sat at Snape's desk, writting something. Occasionally Harry heard Snape sob and blow his nose.

"Could you please not do that so close, Professor Snape?" A boy sitting close to snape asked.

"Shut up, butterfly killer!" cried snape, shaking his hanky at the boy.

"Now now, Severus," said Dumbledore. "We don't want... oh no, excuse me for a moment."

Dumbledore got up and started hopping in a corner. "...Hold it in, do a dance, that's the way to keep dry pants..." he stopped, and walked back to snape's desk. "My apologies."

Ron and Harry exchanged glances.

"Well, hurry along with your diarrhea antidotes." said Dumbledore. "I'll need them straight away."

Everyone stared at him with fear in their eyes.

"Uh, straight away so I can mark them, that is. Heheh..." said dumbledore, wiping a bead of sweat off his ancient forehead.

"I miss snape," whispered Harry.

"Yeah, and that's saying something," replied Ron.

Near the end of class, a horrible smell infected the classroom.

"HAND IN YOUR ANTIDOTES NOW!" shouted dumbledore, panicking. "Uh, cl-class dismissed!"

So everyone handed in their potions and ran out off the classroom as fast as they could.

Harry, being the last one out shut the door. Before he could say some snide remark, he heard snape ask dumbledore back in the classroom: "Do you want to squeeze Mr. Cuddly Bunny?"

Harry and Ron ran far, far away. Okay, well, maybe not that far. They ran out of the dungeons.

"Of all the days to forget our nose plugs," said Ron, panting.

"Potter!" called Draco. He ran up to Harry. "Why didn't you show up at lunch?! I told you we had a meeting!!"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot." said Harry.

"The divisionals are in 2 days!!! How could you forget???"

"Well sorrrryyyyy!!"

"You're Flyer #2 we need you!"

"Alright alright."

"Well, since you missed the practice, that means you'll have to have a private lesson with me tomorrow at lunch to catch up," said Draco, sounding less angry. "I'll see you then - I've got Herbology now." he ran off.

Ron and Harry stared after Draco.

"Can you believe that???" asked harry.

"No way," said Ron. "I mean, he has transfiguration now, not herbology."

"No! I was talking about... oh nevermind," sighed Harry. "Come on, let's go back to the common room..."

A/N: I wonder if Dumbledore actually gave Mr. Cuddly Bunny a squeeze... hehehehehehe wanna change my nappy? Ammmm mmmmmm mmmuhhhh... ooooh pretty colours. Hey, Neville, I think Dumbledore needs your nappies more than you do... but keep your keys to yourself. Oh yeah sorry that the only class they've had so far has been potions, but snape's just so much easier to make fun of. Well, okay, him and Dumbledore. But that's it. Oh wait, there was that thing with McGonagall's hangover, but c'mon, anyone could of said that. OH WAIT can someone tell me what OOC means? I figured out what A/N, slash, flame, etc means by myself so could you give me just a little help?

In the next chapter of Let's Go Hogwarts... What will happen at Harry's private lesson with Draco?