The Shortest Short Stories Ever: What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?
By Spectra16
A/N: This is my hero chapter. Kudos to Neville! Bad, Malfoy. No biscuit.
Self promoting again! My crossover called A Dreadfully Convenient Crossover and the Prisoner of the Arctic Incident seems to be taking it well. I'm already on over 100 pages! MEEP! I've slaved over it. I cannot believe I've been sitting on my butt, writing it for over three weeks. I feel like a complete and total nerd. I was printing it out one day (because it's so much more fun to read when it's on paper) and the girl next to the printer was like, "Did you write all that?" and I was like, "Hells yes!" It was well over 70 pages on point 8 font. I feel . . . Empty inside.
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Chapter Twenty-five: What Would Neville Do For A Klondike Bar?
Harry and Ron exchanged horrified looks. They had not known what kind of unseen force had completely kicked Snape in the stomach, but it definitely was uttered from Neville Longbottom's mouth. Neville looked unreasonably cool about the situation at hand. Assuming someone else would have the balls to do what Neville had just done, they would've had a look of horror now realizing what they had said. Neville breathed in drastically, as his classmates starred at him with jaws dropped.
Snape wiped a piece of his greasy hair from his face and starred Neville down. He crossed his arms in a rather intimidating way and strode up to Neville's seat.
"What was that?" A large vein was popping out of Snape's forehead. Neville answered him nonchalantly.
"I said, 'Stick it, you're not my real dad'," Neville repeated those deadly words. There was muffled snickers and whispers passed through out the room. Snape had apparently wished he had heard wrong, but apparently Neville had gathered up the courage to "stick it to the man". Snape attempted to keep his cool.
"And what would possess you to say such a thing?" Snape asked, ready for an attack. Neville shrugged.
"The promise of a Klondike bar," Neville smiled rather slyly at Snape. Ron promptly stood up and started slow clapping. Soon, most of the Gryffindors did the same.