Trapped
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The strange group had been trapped in the dungeons for almost three hours (mostly in silence), when Neville began to twitch a bit and moan softly. The other five inhabitants of the caved in classroom jumped at the unexpected noise, and looked over to the corner where Longbottom was lying. Hermione, being the kind-hearted witch that she is (not to mention always more than willing to show off her magical prowess), immediately hurried over to the semi-conscious boy and knelt down to help.
"Er. . . Professor?" she began timidly. "I think Neville's -"
"Deal with it," the disgruntled potions master snapped, and reverted his gaze back to the floor of his once-beautiful (or so he thought) dungeon.
Summoning up some gauze, Hermione gently wrapped Neville's head up, and then sat next to him, holding his hand and murmuring comforting words to him.
Across the room, Ron was gazing at his two friends (or rather the friend-he- wished-was-more-than-just-friends and the not-so-friend-now), jealousy churning away in his stomach.
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Ron hadn't realised that Harry was softly singing under his breath until he stopped doing so, and it suddenly became significantly quieter.
"Ron," Harry whispered, leaning over towards his redheaded friend.
"What?" Ron whispered back, his eyes still fastened firmly on the Neville/Hermione situation.
"I think. . . I think. . . I think that Snape wants to eat me."
"Eh?"
"He's been staring at me for ages."
Ron managed to pull his eyes away from the temporary infirmary corner to look at their professor.
"Harry? He's staring at the ground."
"Yes, but. . . are you sure? I mean, his eyes are all covered by that mop of greasy hair. How can you tell where he's looking?"
"Because, Harry," Ron explained patiently. "His face is angled directly at the floor, thus making it impossible to look at you, without causing serious strain to various eye. . . parts." Ron's momentary intelligence petered out. "Why would he want to eat you anyway? He doesn't even like talking to you. I doubt he would want to put any part of you in his mouth."
"Hmm. . ." Harry wasn't quite convinced, but didn't want his friend to think he was more insane than usual. Ron turned his gaze back to Neville and Hermione, who hadn't moved from their hand-in-hand position. Any thoughts of Snape wanting to eat Harry were completely lost from Ron's mind.
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Draco glared at Harry and Ron. What were they whispering about? Was it him? Was his hair messed up?
Draco's hand travelled unconsciously to his head, and smoothed down any hairs that may have escaped the copious amounts of hair gel he had applied that morning. A Malfoy always had to look his best, after all.
Being a Malfoy wasn't all about money and parties - oh no. It was about making sure those who were lower than you knew perfectly well that you were better than them. It was about sucking up to those few individuals who were higher than you, and who could get you places. It was about having contacts, so you could get whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted it.
Draco narrowed his eyes. They were still whispering. He saw Ron's eyes flicker towards Hermione and Neville in the corner. Were they whispering about them? Were Neville and Hermione an item then? But that couldn't be - Hermione was obviously hopelessly head-over-heels for Draco. Maybe Neville liked Hermione? Well - tough luck for him. As if he had a chance when he had a Malfoy for competition.
Draco smirked to himself. It was hard being irresistible, but someone had to do it.
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Snape was feeling the brutal pangs of disappointment. When he had at last believed that perhaps Neville had finally managed to do fatal damage to himself, the stupid boy regained consciousness, thus banishing any hopes that perhaps he was dead. Such a pity - from the very first class Snape had taught Longbottom, he had always held the glimmering hope that perhaps he would kill himself with his stupidity, thus relieving him of the torturous task of having to teach him.
Alas, thought Severus. Perhaps next time.
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And so, all six prisoners in the caved in dungeon sat in almost silence. . . waiting. . . thinking. . .
Then-
"I'm hurt too!" cried Ron.
"Please don't eat me!" shouted Harry at the same time.
Four pairs of eyes turned towards the two boys.
"Er. . ."
"Ah. . ."
"You two," began Snape in his slow, smooth British accent. "Are both idiots."
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A/N Meh. . . kinda ran out of ideas. I need some ideas for a new fic (am getting tired of the ones I've got on the go at the moment), so if anyone has any request, feel free to leave suggestions in a review.
Chocolate frogs to all you wonderful people who have been reviewing, and to the people who are going to review this chapter :D Go You!!!
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The strange group had been trapped in the dungeons for almost three hours (mostly in silence), when Neville began to twitch a bit and moan softly. The other five inhabitants of the caved in classroom jumped at the unexpected noise, and looked over to the corner where Longbottom was lying. Hermione, being the kind-hearted witch that she is (not to mention always more than willing to show off her magical prowess), immediately hurried over to the semi-conscious boy and knelt down to help.
"Er. . . Professor?" she began timidly. "I think Neville's -"
"Deal with it," the disgruntled potions master snapped, and reverted his gaze back to the floor of his once-beautiful (or so he thought) dungeon.
Summoning up some gauze, Hermione gently wrapped Neville's head up, and then sat next to him, holding his hand and murmuring comforting words to him.
Across the room, Ron was gazing at his two friends (or rather the friend-he- wished-was-more-than-just-friends and the not-so-friend-now), jealousy churning away in his stomach.
~#~
Ron hadn't realised that Harry was softly singing under his breath until he stopped doing so, and it suddenly became significantly quieter.
"Ron," Harry whispered, leaning over towards his redheaded friend.
"What?" Ron whispered back, his eyes still fastened firmly on the Neville/Hermione situation.
"I think. . . I think. . . I think that Snape wants to eat me."
"Eh?"
"He's been staring at me for ages."
Ron managed to pull his eyes away from the temporary infirmary corner to look at their professor.
"Harry? He's staring at the ground."
"Yes, but. . . are you sure? I mean, his eyes are all covered by that mop of greasy hair. How can you tell where he's looking?"
"Because, Harry," Ron explained patiently. "His face is angled directly at the floor, thus making it impossible to look at you, without causing serious strain to various eye. . . parts." Ron's momentary intelligence petered out. "Why would he want to eat you anyway? He doesn't even like talking to you. I doubt he would want to put any part of you in his mouth."
"Hmm. . ." Harry wasn't quite convinced, but didn't want his friend to think he was more insane than usual. Ron turned his gaze back to Neville and Hermione, who hadn't moved from their hand-in-hand position. Any thoughts of Snape wanting to eat Harry were completely lost from Ron's mind.
~#~
Draco glared at Harry and Ron. What were they whispering about? Was it him? Was his hair messed up?
Draco's hand travelled unconsciously to his head, and smoothed down any hairs that may have escaped the copious amounts of hair gel he had applied that morning. A Malfoy always had to look his best, after all.
Being a Malfoy wasn't all about money and parties - oh no. It was about making sure those who were lower than you knew perfectly well that you were better than them. It was about sucking up to those few individuals who were higher than you, and who could get you places. It was about having contacts, so you could get whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted it.
Draco narrowed his eyes. They were still whispering. He saw Ron's eyes flicker towards Hermione and Neville in the corner. Were they whispering about them? Were Neville and Hermione an item then? But that couldn't be - Hermione was obviously hopelessly head-over-heels for Draco. Maybe Neville liked Hermione? Well - tough luck for him. As if he had a chance when he had a Malfoy for competition.
Draco smirked to himself. It was hard being irresistible, but someone had to do it.
~#~
Snape was feeling the brutal pangs of disappointment. When he had at last believed that perhaps Neville had finally managed to do fatal damage to himself, the stupid boy regained consciousness, thus banishing any hopes that perhaps he was dead. Such a pity - from the very first class Snape had taught Longbottom, he had always held the glimmering hope that perhaps he would kill himself with his stupidity, thus relieving him of the torturous task of having to teach him.
Alas, thought Severus. Perhaps next time.
~#~
And so, all six prisoners in the caved in dungeon sat in almost silence. . . waiting. . . thinking. . .
Then-
"I'm hurt too!" cried Ron.
"Please don't eat me!" shouted Harry at the same time.
Four pairs of eyes turned towards the two boys.
"Er. . ."
"Ah. . ."
"You two," began Snape in his slow, smooth British accent. "Are both idiots."
~#~
A/N Meh. . . kinda ran out of ideas. I need some ideas for a new fic (am getting tired of the ones I've got on the go at the moment), so if anyone has any request, feel free to leave suggestions in a review.
Chocolate frogs to all you wonderful people who have been reviewing, and to the people who are going to review this chapter :D Go You!!!