A Little Extra Credit Doesn't Hurt
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A Little Extra Credit Doesn't Hurt
Title: A Little Extra Credit Doesn't Hurt
Author: AppleBliss
Written Jan. 4,2007
Pairing: Snape/ Longbottom
Rating: NC-17 (For later chapters)
Discliamer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, I own nothing
Introduction: Hello, I’m AppleBliss *wave at who reading this * this is my first fanfiction on this website, so I hope like it. By the way I’m looking for beta, so email –or something- if you interested. Thank you ^ ^
Chapter One: Ultimatum
It’s only the first month of the new school year and it was the usual disaster of a day in Neville’s favorite class: potions. The Gryffindor started to noticed the concoction was going awry when the brew turned a bright pink. He sneaked a peek at Dean’s pale green liquid, and turned an equal shade. He was trying, he really was. To Neville this was his chance, his year in resurrecting his image in the eyes of his peers*(1) but mostly to himself. And to finally say to that greasy git he could pull off an adequate potion, well semi –adequate potion. He wasn’t botching this one up . So the mighty loin standing at the great height of five feet and six inches stuck out his chest and got to work. Fifteen minutes and hundred and fifty –two curses later, Neville Longbottom finally managed to savage his potion. The little Gryffindor was so wrapped up in his accomplishment that he failed to note the existence of a certain black robed potion teacher directly on the right of his station.
“ Mister Longbottom, would you reveal why we are so gleeful today?” Snape scowled at the major reason behind his occurring headaches for the past five years.
He felt one starting as soon as the little ulcer opened his mouth in response “uh…” was all Neville could form as he looked directly into the dark abyss of Snape’s black eyes.
Snape inwardly rolled his eyes while continuing his observation of Neville with mild interest and a blatant expression of ‘hurry up and botch this one, so I could have some Irish Tea* (2) before my Hufflepuff class’. Finally getting the idea that Snape was monitoring his progress or waiting for him to blow up the lab. Neville turned back to his cauldron, which he nicknamed Sir ‘Whydoyoublowupalot’, and continued.
Snape continued watching in hidden amazement on how well Neville’s potion is coming. ‘He must of done this before,’ Snape’s thought laughing to himself picturing Neville practice a voice- altering potion at home, ‘He probably did, I mean the boy looks like he skipped puberty entirely. The only noticeable changes was the weight loss and that muggle hairstyle,’ Severus seriously thought further. As Snape turned his attention from the yellow-greenish brew and towards the little Gryffindor, and found other small changes like Neville’s posture; it use to closely resemblance a hunchback’s during in his fifth year compared to now. Though the boy casually slouched Neville almost sat straight as a board. Snape also took note of the change in attire as well as speech -the boy hardly stuttered anymore. Snape thought Hell would have first claimed there were no more vacancies before Neville Longbottom’s Gryffindor side started showing, but Snape could be wrong …sometimes.
~Flashback
Indeed Neville did change, after the incident at the Ministry, he was starting to unravel. The toll of Hogwarts, his parents, and the war were starting to really crash on the youth. It wasn’t until the old woman came full- throttle into Neville’s room to bring him down for breakfast, was when she found her grandson huddled under his bed staring blankly outward into space was when she finally decided to do something. She planned a summer holiday to America, Sonoma, California to be exact; it had sun, beaches, and a lot of things that would help her grandson pull himself together. Besides the old crow had friends in the same area, so that was a plus too. Though there was the whole Voldemort problem and the restriction on traveling, that didn’t falter Augusta. She still had connections in the ministry. All she had to state was ‘It is for the benefit and future of the wizard world,’ and she and Neville were already unpacking their luggage in the little house they were renting for the summer that was just a half mile from the nearest beach.
While Augusta was catching up on old times with her friends, Neville was making some new ones –and rather easily too. He met,or rather stalked, a group of surfers every time he went to the beach. He was enthralled in how the moved on water, it was like they were flying but on water. He couldn’t get enough Neville was hooked. He watched them everyday for two weeks until one of the girls in the group ran over to him and handed him a slightly sandy hamburger and invited him over, from that day on was when it all started.
Neville wasn’t weighted down with the pressure of his family name and the image people set on him. He wasn’t the son of the great Frank and Alice Longbottom, or a failure to them. Neville was just the shy chubby kid who made them laugh once and while with weird stories about some group of people called muggles and plants they never even heard of. They didn’t expect anything from him; in Neville’s mind this was the happiest time of his life. Over the course of his vacation, Neville learned how to surf and how to make the perfect coconut shrimp. He also got he’s haircut similar to one of those alternative bands a girl in the group was obsessed with. And with all the surfing Neville started doing he lost a bit of weight therefore resulting in him trying to hold on to his trunks, as he was getting ready for a wave. It wasn’t until one the boys: Cid – Neville’s best friend- forced him to buy at least two new outfits and smaller trunks.
Though his Gran highly disagreed of his new muggle friends and almost cast a glamour on him as well as she planned their immediate departure back home; the old woman noticed her grandson wasn’t doing he usual agreeing and begging for forgiveness on ‘how weak- minded he was’ routine. Neville just quietly stared at his Gran and said, “No,” she was speechless, Neville never talked against his Gran before. While she watched her grandson leave with the click of the door and a whispered sorry following,a slight smile appeared on her face. She didn't realize how overdue this vacation really over until that point. Besides Neville’s recent discovery of his backbone, Neville was showing interest in dating as well. He started with girls and found that they were okay, but boys really tickled his fancy. His first kiss was with a boy too, Cid to be exact, but in the end it didn’t work out. But hey, at least he knew what he liked.
When it was finally time to head back for Hogwarts, no one recognized Neville. To them he looked like the stereotypical American kid, dressed in a fitted t-shirt, cargo pants and flip-flops. Students ,even his fellow Gryffindor, thought he was a transfer.
As he sat alone in one of the compartments, random girls kept passing by some more than once. The ones who were brave enough to ask for Neville’s name were given a smile and answered appropriately, ‘Neville Longbottom,’ then Neville watched in a stupor as each one stumbled back in either horror or laughter. The only one who believed him was Ginny, and that was after Neville told the redhead of the story involving herself jumping into Longbottom’s bed –mistaken it as Harry’s- in very revealing underwear.
It took Neville a week to make everyone in his house believe he was none other then Neville Longbottom. But if Ginny wasn’t there to back him up, it would have took the whole school year. He didn’t think he change that much, but apparently he thought wrong.
~ End of the flashback
Reminiscing of his first weeks back, Neville felt the scrutinizing orbs of his most loathed teacher. ‘ God, aren’t you done staring a hole into my neck? Aw…man my hands are getting sweaty again. No, Neville you can’t let the git win just keep checking up on you potion and…’ Neville was suddenly cut off by a callous tug on his arm, his body being pulled in something rather hard but warm. Neville didn’t even react properly, as he heard someone yell, “GET DOWN!” as a massive hand pushed him further into the black cloth,’ Wait, Black!’ Everything is quiet for that split second and then …*BOOM* students stumbled out of the smoke-filled room one-by-one until it laid empty, except for the presence of Snape and Longbottom, who were still there clinging to each other like the others life line on the floor.
The first one to come to his scenes was of course Snape. “And here I thought for a tenth of second that you, Mister Longbottom, would grasp the concept of the art potion making. But I guess miracles don’t happen so easily…or ever,” Snape hissed as he pushed the boy from him to brush the dirt from his shoulder.
Rising to his feet, Snape bellowed past the grief stricken Neville, and towards his desk to savage the remains of his paperwork.
A long silence past between both them before Neville uttered, “What went wrong?”
Severus stiffened; he thought the boy left ages, “Well, Mister Longbottom if you must know you stirred your potion to quickly resulting in it becoming unstable and thus blowing up my classroom …again.” Snape stated quite clearly.
Surprising to Severus of the boy still in the room, but asking ‘what went wrong’ Snape didn’t imagine Neville could have the capacity to mutter past a syllable in his presence. But Snape thought once Longbottom got his answer; he would leave Severus to his work in peace.
Though to no avail Longbottom continued, “So…if I stirred it more…c-carefully I would have got it?”
Now Neville was starting to get on Serverus’s nerves, his head was still ringing bells from the explosion.
“…How should I know, Mister Longbottom, you still had to add the fluxweed then lower the temperature to an even 70 degrees, and between you and me plenty could have happened between then,” Snape growls as he turned to Neville, who was still on the floor with a very concentrate look on his face.
Severus didn’t know what came over him looking upon Longbottom wrapped in his despair over another failed potion, but what Severus says next was what changed everything between them from then and on.
“Mister Longbottom, don’t make me regret telling you this later on, but I might have time to help you grasp potions. If you’re serious of course about passing, but if not you can drop this class now and get out my sight.”
Neville simply looked up at the man, who caused him to break out in hives right before going to potions every year for the past five years, in silence before Snape pressed on, “Well?”
~ Well I hope you all enjoyed the introduction :)
Apple
A.N.
1) I was reading that out loud,and it seems that I'm rhyming. Look out Dr. Suess
2) I've been told it contains alcohol O.o
Author: AppleBliss
Written Jan. 4,2007
Pairing: Snape/ Longbottom
Rating: NC-17 (For later chapters)
Discliamer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, I own nothing
Introduction: Hello, I’m AppleBliss *wave at who reading this * this is my first fanfiction on this website, so I hope like it. By the way I’m looking for beta, so email –or something- if you interested. Thank you ^ ^
Chapter One: Ultimatum
It’s only the first month of the new school year and it was the usual disaster of a day in Neville’s favorite class: potions. The Gryffindor started to noticed the concoction was going awry when the brew turned a bright pink. He sneaked a peek at Dean’s pale green liquid, and turned an equal shade. He was trying, he really was. To Neville this was his chance, his year in resurrecting his image in the eyes of his peers*(1) but mostly to himself. And to finally say to that greasy git he could pull off an adequate potion, well semi –adequate potion. He wasn’t botching this one up . So the mighty loin standing at the great height of five feet and six inches stuck out his chest and got to work. Fifteen minutes and hundred and fifty –two curses later, Neville Longbottom finally managed to savage his potion. The little Gryffindor was so wrapped up in his accomplishment that he failed to note the existence of a certain black robed potion teacher directly on the right of his station.
“ Mister Longbottom, would you reveal why we are so gleeful today?” Snape scowled at the major reason behind his occurring headaches for the past five years.
He felt one starting as soon as the little ulcer opened his mouth in response “uh…” was all Neville could form as he looked directly into the dark abyss of Snape’s black eyes.
Snape inwardly rolled his eyes while continuing his observation of Neville with mild interest and a blatant expression of ‘hurry up and botch this one, so I could have some Irish Tea* (2) before my Hufflepuff class’. Finally getting the idea that Snape was monitoring his progress or waiting for him to blow up the lab. Neville turned back to his cauldron, which he nicknamed Sir ‘Whydoyoublowupalot’, and continued.
Snape continued watching in hidden amazement on how well Neville’s potion is coming. ‘He must of done this before,’ Snape’s thought laughing to himself picturing Neville practice a voice- altering potion at home, ‘He probably did, I mean the boy looks like he skipped puberty entirely. The only noticeable changes was the weight loss and that muggle hairstyle,’ Severus seriously thought further. As Snape turned his attention from the yellow-greenish brew and towards the little Gryffindor, and found other small changes like Neville’s posture; it use to closely resemblance a hunchback’s during in his fifth year compared to now. Though the boy casually slouched Neville almost sat straight as a board. Snape also took note of the change in attire as well as speech -the boy hardly stuttered anymore. Snape thought Hell would have first claimed there were no more vacancies before Neville Longbottom’s Gryffindor side started showing, but Snape could be wrong …sometimes.
~Flashback
Indeed Neville did change, after the incident at the Ministry, he was starting to unravel. The toll of Hogwarts, his parents, and the war were starting to really crash on the youth. It wasn’t until the old woman came full- throttle into Neville’s room to bring him down for breakfast, was when she found her grandson huddled under his bed staring blankly outward into space was when she finally decided to do something. She planned a summer holiday to America, Sonoma, California to be exact; it had sun, beaches, and a lot of things that would help her grandson pull himself together. Besides the old crow had friends in the same area, so that was a plus too. Though there was the whole Voldemort problem and the restriction on traveling, that didn’t falter Augusta. She still had connections in the ministry. All she had to state was ‘It is for the benefit and future of the wizard world,’ and she and Neville were already unpacking their luggage in the little house they were renting for the summer that was just a half mile from the nearest beach.
While Augusta was catching up on old times with her friends, Neville was making some new ones –and rather easily too. He met,or rather stalked, a group of surfers every time he went to the beach. He was enthralled in how the moved on water, it was like they were flying but on water. He couldn’t get enough Neville was hooked. He watched them everyday for two weeks until one of the girls in the group ran over to him and handed him a slightly sandy hamburger and invited him over, from that day on was when it all started.
Neville wasn’t weighted down with the pressure of his family name and the image people set on him. He wasn’t the son of the great Frank and Alice Longbottom, or a failure to them. Neville was just the shy chubby kid who made them laugh once and while with weird stories about some group of people called muggles and plants they never even heard of. They didn’t expect anything from him; in Neville’s mind this was the happiest time of his life. Over the course of his vacation, Neville learned how to surf and how to make the perfect coconut shrimp. He also got he’s haircut similar to one of those alternative bands a girl in the group was obsessed with. And with all the surfing Neville started doing he lost a bit of weight therefore resulting in him trying to hold on to his trunks, as he was getting ready for a wave. It wasn’t until one the boys: Cid – Neville’s best friend- forced him to buy at least two new outfits and smaller trunks.
Though his Gran highly disagreed of his new muggle friends and almost cast a glamour on him as well as she planned their immediate departure back home; the old woman noticed her grandson wasn’t doing he usual agreeing and begging for forgiveness on ‘how weak- minded he was’ routine. Neville just quietly stared at his Gran and said, “No,” she was speechless, Neville never talked against his Gran before. While she watched her grandson leave with the click of the door and a whispered sorry following,a slight smile appeared on her face. She didn't realize how overdue this vacation really over until that point. Besides Neville’s recent discovery of his backbone, Neville was showing interest in dating as well. He started with girls and found that they were okay, but boys really tickled his fancy. His first kiss was with a boy too, Cid to be exact, but in the end it didn’t work out. But hey, at least he knew what he liked.
When it was finally time to head back for Hogwarts, no one recognized Neville. To them he looked like the stereotypical American kid, dressed in a fitted t-shirt, cargo pants and flip-flops. Students ,even his fellow Gryffindor, thought he was a transfer.
As he sat alone in one of the compartments, random girls kept passing by some more than once. The ones who were brave enough to ask for Neville’s name were given a smile and answered appropriately, ‘Neville Longbottom,’ then Neville watched in a stupor as each one stumbled back in either horror or laughter. The only one who believed him was Ginny, and that was after Neville told the redhead of the story involving herself jumping into Longbottom’s bed –mistaken it as Harry’s- in very revealing underwear.
It took Neville a week to make everyone in his house believe he was none other then Neville Longbottom. But if Ginny wasn’t there to back him up, it would have took the whole school year. He didn’t think he change that much, but apparently he thought wrong.
~ End of the flashback
Reminiscing of his first weeks back, Neville felt the scrutinizing orbs of his most loathed teacher. ‘ God, aren’t you done staring a hole into my neck? Aw…man my hands are getting sweaty again. No, Neville you can’t let the git win just keep checking up on you potion and…’ Neville was suddenly cut off by a callous tug on his arm, his body being pulled in something rather hard but warm. Neville didn’t even react properly, as he heard someone yell, “GET DOWN!” as a massive hand pushed him further into the black cloth,’ Wait, Black!’ Everything is quiet for that split second and then …*BOOM* students stumbled out of the smoke-filled room one-by-one until it laid empty, except for the presence of Snape and Longbottom, who were still there clinging to each other like the others life line on the floor.
The first one to come to his scenes was of course Snape. “And here I thought for a tenth of second that you, Mister Longbottom, would grasp the concept of the art potion making. But I guess miracles don’t happen so easily…or ever,” Snape hissed as he pushed the boy from him to brush the dirt from his shoulder.
Rising to his feet, Snape bellowed past the grief stricken Neville, and towards his desk to savage the remains of his paperwork.
A long silence past between both them before Neville uttered, “What went wrong?”
Severus stiffened; he thought the boy left ages, “Well, Mister Longbottom if you must know you stirred your potion to quickly resulting in it becoming unstable and thus blowing up my classroom …again.” Snape stated quite clearly.
Surprising to Severus of the boy still in the room, but asking ‘what went wrong’ Snape didn’t imagine Neville could have the capacity to mutter past a syllable in his presence. But Snape thought once Longbottom got his answer; he would leave Severus to his work in peace.
Though to no avail Longbottom continued, “So…if I stirred it more…c-carefully I would have got it?”
Now Neville was starting to get on Serverus’s nerves, his head was still ringing bells from the explosion.
“…How should I know, Mister Longbottom, you still had to add the fluxweed then lower the temperature to an even 70 degrees, and between you and me plenty could have happened between then,” Snape growls as he turned to Neville, who was still on the floor with a very concentrate look on his face.
Severus didn’t know what came over him looking upon Longbottom wrapped in his despair over another failed potion, but what Severus says next was what changed everything between them from then and on.
“Mister Longbottom, don’t make me regret telling you this later on, but I might have time to help you grasp potions. If you’re serious of course about passing, but if not you can drop this class now and get out my sight.”
Neville simply looked up at the man, who caused him to break out in hives right before going to potions every year for the past five years, in silence before Snape pressed on, “Well?”
~ Well I hope you all enjoyed the introduction :)
Apple
A.N.
1) I was reading that out loud,and it seems that I'm rhyming. Look out Dr. Suess
2) I've been told it contains alcohol O.o