Neville's Revenge

By Ange Black

Disclaimer: Starts mumbling about J.K. Rowling, Dan Aykroyd and Harold Ramis being flipin' geniuses.

Warning: This was written while the author was sugar-high on JuJuBees and Mountain Dew. You were warned.

Chapter Four:

After Neville locked the door, a wave of panic came over him. What if somebody found out that he had snuck muggles in to the castle? And even worse, what if they found out what their business was? He would certainly be expelled. He needed help if he were to keep the muggles a secret.

Neville began to think about who he could ask to help him.

Harry? He might laugh.

Ron? He'll defiantly laugh.

Hermione? She might tell.

Ginny? Hmmm... She might tell Hermione. Then Hermione will tell.

Luna? She might say something weird to them.

Neville sat on a chair in his dormitory and thought it out. He ran circles in his mind. It seemed like hours before he looked at his alarm clock seeing that it was six fifty-three. It was almost time for the Slug Club party! He got dressed into his party clothes and ran down to the dungeons.

The party looked to be in full swing. There were adults everywhere. There seemed to be even more adults than students. Neville didn't doubt it, Slughorn's little club was very elusive. There were only about ten people in the club who were still at Hogwarts.

"Neville m'boy, how are you this evening?" Neville felt small particles of crystallized pineapple on the back of his neck and turned around to see his potions teacher.

"Good Evening Professor Slughorn." He said with a bit of a moan. Sometimes Sluggy was a little annoying.

"Did you see Willard Welkins in here? He was a big friend of your Mum and Dad's." Slughorn said, not considering whether or not Neville wanted to see chewed up pineapple.

"No sir."

"Well then, I'll see you later." He turned around to continue a conversation with his friend.

Neville looked around the room for some of his friends. He saw Harry and Luna, Ginny, and Hermione, who looked like she was desperate to get away from her date. When he saw Hermione's date he knew why. It was Cormac McLaggen. She looked at him with a look that screamed help me. He strode over to Cormac and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around, apparently angry at the fact that some had been as rude as to interrupt him.

"Yes Longbottom, may I help you?" Neville saw Hermione run away.

"Yeah, um, I just wanted to say hi." Neville said nervously.

"Oh. Well, hi back." McLaggen turned around to continue his conversation with Hermoine, only to find out that his date had disappeared. He looked around confused and turned back to Neville.

"Did you see her leave?" He asked. Neville could tell Hermione's date was furious.

"No, put she probably went to go get a drink or something." Neville replied. Cormac shrugged and went off to find someone else to brag to.

Neville gazed around the room again, this time looking just for Hermione. He knew that after what he had done for her, she could never tell. He had just had helped her escape from McLaggen.

He was suddenly pulled behind one of the many potted plants. A hand was placed over his mouth, and Neville looked behind him to see Hermione. She let him go once she knew he wouldn't scream.

"Thanks so much!" She said. "I'd thought I'd never escape from the Laggenater."

Neville didn't get the joke, but he laughed anyway.

"No problem. What was he rambling on about anyway?"

"Ughh, him of course. He is so self-centered!" She exclaimed.

"Well, um, no offence Hermione, but you kind of deserve it for coming with him. What made you do it?" Neville said nervously.

Hermione looked like she could kill.

"I know I was stupid. But I'm only here with him because, well, I'm trying to make someone else jealous."

Neville didn't have to ask who.

"Oh. Well, er, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." she said.

"Can you help me with something after the party?" he asked.

"Homework? Neville I already helped you with that essay…"

Neville cut her off. "No, uhh, it's not educational."

"Then what is it?" she asked.

"Er, you'll find out."

"Is it dangerous? Will it hurt someone?" she whispered harshly. She was a Prefect after all, it was her job.

Oh, man she will tell.

"Never mind."

"What is it Neville?" she snarled.

"They won't hurt anyone."

"Who won't hurt anyone?" She asked, this time she had almost yelled it. Neville was worried someone might notice.

"You'll see." Neville turned around and walked as quickly as he could out of the foliage of potted plants. He looked around the party for a third time, with only Luna in sight, he decided to approach her.

"Hey Luna."

"Greeting Neville." Luna said with a smile. Neville liked Luna, she was good-natured, funny, but also kind of odd. It was this originality that made his knees turn to butter.

"Who are you here with?" Neville said, his heart pumping faster with each word.

"Harry, Harry Potter." She said. "I thought this party was going to be more fun. There are some really boring people here."

Neville tried not to laugh. Luna smiled.

"Did you know that there's suppose to be a vampire here?" she asked.

"Um, no." Neville tried not to look in to her eyes.

"Well, I haven't seen him yet." she said.

"Who?" Neville asked.

"Rufus Scrimgeour!" She bellowed, a few people were starting to look at her.

"Okay." said Neville said. He was a little weirded out.

"Well, I'll see you around." Luna said as she started to walk away.

"Okay bye."

The rest of the party was really boring. Many people rambled on about old friends, challenged each other intelligence and annoyed poor Harry. Neville even saw a drunken Professor Trelawney. It was quite disturbing. Nearing the end of the party, Hermione found Neville again, even though he had taken special precautions to avoid her.

"Neville!" Again, he was pulled behind a plant.

"What?" he said with ragged breath.

"Tell me what you did, or… I'll tell Professor Dumbledore." She said. Neville had been wrong, she would tell.

"If you don't tell Dumbledore, I'll tell you." Neville said.

"Fine." she said. "But if it can hurt anyone I've got to tell." she said.

Neville lead Hermione up to the seventh floor and walked past the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy three times. On the third time, a door appeared across from the tapestry. Hermione knew what this room was and stood there with her mouth open. Neville took the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He opened the door showing the foyer with the pink marble. Egon walked past the door just as it opened.

"Hey guys! That kids back!" He yelled.

"Neville, "she said through gritted teeth. "Why are the Ghostbusters here?"