Authors Note: Hey guys! I hope you like this fiction, I really enjoy
writing fan fiction; I just hope you guys like reading it. This is a bit
of a random idea I had, not exactly sure how it will turn out, hopefully it
will be funny! Let me know if I should go on with it, I am able to churn
out chapters pretty quickly if I have good reason to (coughreviewcough).
Let me know what you think, I don't mind constructive criticism, but please
give me a chance, OK?! Love Fudgexxx
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters (wish I did), the plot belongs to me, and I apologise in advance for the stupid situations we are bound to find the characters in. It is easy to write with such inspiration and such well-written characters, thank you J.K Rowling!
Summery: Neville spills a love potion over Hermione, and based on how good we know Neville is at potions, I'm sure you can imagine that the consequences will be interesting.
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The Potion
"As much as I find it unnecessary to dabble with such nonsense it has been put upon me to teach you love potions this year," sneered Snape, "I warn you now, these potions are very complex and as such demand full, concentration," his glared at Neville, who visibly shrank backwards, "follow the instructions one the board," with a flick of his wand they appeared there, "to the letter. One stir too many, one ingredient out of place, and the consequences will be catastrophic."
Snape hadn't been wrong when he had said the potion was complex. It required the correct amount of ingredients to be added at precisely the correct moment, and then stirred in the right direction the accurate number of times. Even Hermione was finding it a challenge. Hermione's problems however were nothing compared to the trouble Neville was having. Snape's speech had got him worked into a frenzy before he had even attempted the potion. The potion that was supposed to be pink, had taken on a nasty green tinge. Hermione stood next to him, trying desperately to sort him out without Snape noticing. By the time Snape swept over to Neville's caldron the potion had turned the correct shade of pink, but the consistency was all wrong.
"What is this mess?" scoffed Snape.
Neville cowered, "SSSorry Sir."
"Can't even get it right with Miss Granger hissing directions in your ear can you?" Snape strode off, muttering, "Pathetic," under his breath.
"Don't worry Neville," reassured Hermione, "by the time he comes back we will have it all sorted out." Somehow Neville managed to look apologetic and disbelieving at the same time.
They continued to work though the lesson. Hermione tried her hardest to help Neville but she was struggling enough with her own potion. With only ten minutes to go until the end of the lesson, Hermione glanced over at Neville. His potion was still pink, and the consistency considerably better than the last time she had checked, though still not perfect. She shot Neville an encouraging smile and gave him a thumbs up. Neville returned the smile, but as his hands moved up to give his own thumbs up, he caught the side of his caldron, flipping it up and splashing its hot contents all over Hermione.
"Ouch!" screamed Hermione as the potion burnt her skin.
"Oh Hermione I'm so sorry!" stuttered Neville.
"What's all this noise about?" asked Snape his curt tone stopping Hermione's moans of pain, "Oh Miss Granger, off to the hospital wing with you then, maybe that will be a lesson to you, never help out someone completely hopeless, look how they repay you."
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters (wish I did), the plot belongs to me, and I apologise in advance for the stupid situations we are bound to find the characters in. It is easy to write with such inspiration and such well-written characters, thank you J.K Rowling!
Summery: Neville spills a love potion over Hermione, and based on how good we know Neville is at potions, I'm sure you can imagine that the consequences will be interesting.
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The Potion
"As much as I find it unnecessary to dabble with such nonsense it has been put upon me to teach you love potions this year," sneered Snape, "I warn you now, these potions are very complex and as such demand full, concentration," his glared at Neville, who visibly shrank backwards, "follow the instructions one the board," with a flick of his wand they appeared there, "to the letter. One stir too many, one ingredient out of place, and the consequences will be catastrophic."
Snape hadn't been wrong when he had said the potion was complex. It required the correct amount of ingredients to be added at precisely the correct moment, and then stirred in the right direction the accurate number of times. Even Hermione was finding it a challenge. Hermione's problems however were nothing compared to the trouble Neville was having. Snape's speech had got him worked into a frenzy before he had even attempted the potion. The potion that was supposed to be pink, had taken on a nasty green tinge. Hermione stood next to him, trying desperately to sort him out without Snape noticing. By the time Snape swept over to Neville's caldron the potion had turned the correct shade of pink, but the consistency was all wrong.
"What is this mess?" scoffed Snape.
Neville cowered, "SSSorry Sir."
"Can't even get it right with Miss Granger hissing directions in your ear can you?" Snape strode off, muttering, "Pathetic," under his breath.
"Don't worry Neville," reassured Hermione, "by the time he comes back we will have it all sorted out." Somehow Neville managed to look apologetic and disbelieving at the same time.
They continued to work though the lesson. Hermione tried her hardest to help Neville but she was struggling enough with her own potion. With only ten minutes to go until the end of the lesson, Hermione glanced over at Neville. His potion was still pink, and the consistency considerably better than the last time she had checked, though still not perfect. She shot Neville an encouraging smile and gave him a thumbs up. Neville returned the smile, but as his hands moved up to give his own thumbs up, he caught the side of his caldron, flipping it up and splashing its hot contents all over Hermione.
"Ouch!" screamed Hermione as the potion burnt her skin.
"Oh Hermione I'm so sorry!" stuttered Neville.
"What's all this noise about?" asked Snape his curt tone stopping Hermione's moans of pain, "Oh Miss Granger, off to the hospital wing with you then, maybe that will be a lesson to you, never help out someone completely hopeless, look how they repay you."