A Little Extra Credit Doesn't Hurt
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Regretting
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Title: A Little Extra Credit Doesn't Hurt
Author: AppleBliss
Written Jan. 8,2007
Pairing: Snape/ Longbottom
Rating: NC-17 (For later chapters)
Author's Welcome: Sorry for the wait, but Chapter 2 is up now. My friend told me, the tense in my first chapter was beyond horrid, so I have to fix them. However, I think I'm getting it. But in flashback do you continue using the same tense as the rest of the story or past? I'm asking this because I'm a Biology major, and during writing class I blank out. ^^; Thanks for reading
Chapter 2: Regretting
“Well?” the highly irritated ex- Slytherin pressed while watching Neville inwardly struggled to answer.
‘Well, I guess the Gryffindor check out for the day.’ Snape jest to himself. Finally having enough of Neville inner dealings, Snape put the matter into his hands with a swift movement of his black robes, Severus bellowed towards his desk grabbing some tattered scroll of a first year Ravenclaw’s essay and began to scribble on it. Then rather harshly thrusted the scrap into Longbottom’s hands.
While Snape turned to leave to his private office, Snape sneered, “Fail to show or be late, Mr. Longbottom. Don’t bother showing your face in class tomorrow...or to me for that matter.”
And Neville watched Snape disappear behind the oak door of his office in pure bewilderment. Neville, still on the floor surrounded by his aftermath began processing what just occurred. ‘Did Severus Snape just offered to help me?’ Neville thought glancing over the paper like it was some newly found species of plant.
The note appeared simple enough:
Be here at 8 and no later, knock three times before entering.
Neville read the writing at least four more times, and almost for a fifth before feeling something tap him on his shoulder.
“Um…is potion’s c-cancelled?” some Hufflepuff girl squeaked to Neville when she noticeed the condition of the lab.
“…” Neville gave no answer, just glanced over the message once more.
‘This is surreal,’ he thought. At the same time, more of the class was ushering whilst examining the room, but Neville finally came to his senses upon hearing Snape’s voice again.
“Mister Longbotton,” the man drawled “I thought I made the arrangements clear for our later meeting. Unless you are set on ruining this session as well, please leave.”
Neville jumped to his feet, scaring some of the already uneasy students in the process, and blurted out, “Uh...s-sorry Sir, y-yes Sir, ‘ and rushed for the nearest exit.
On his way out, Neville triped flat on his face. The whole class bursted into an uproar of laughter as a very red Neville rose to his feet. He could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment and shame, and this was only made worse when he turned to Severus. Snape just rolled his eyes and sneered turning to his new class.
“Now that your meager minds were entertained for the day. Thirty points from Gryffindor for wasting MY time and fifty points from Hufflepuff for prolonging it even further. Now open your textbooks to page 437,” Snape spoke turning his attention towards the blackboard to place the instructions.
With his presence being ignored, Neville sliped out and ran ,well huffed, his way to his next class, ‘Thank God, its Herbology,’ Neville sighed to himself on his way to the greenhouse.
After Herbology, it was the usual day for Longbottom; overflowing with the joy of a klutz-filling afternoon brought to you by your third favorite Gryffindor: Neville Longbottom. While he sat among the crowd of fellow Gryffindor during dinner, Neville sulked over his upcoming meeting with the greasy git. ‘Why did Slughorn have to stay in that damn house over the summer?’ Longbottom thought.
Apparently Horace Slughorn ,the newly instated potion teacher, has a fetish with living in others’ homes while the residents are away, and on this certain occasion the old man got caught. Now with Slughorn explaining his case to the proper authority, Snape was now taking his former position as Potion teacher as well as Defense Against Dark Arts position. But luckily it wasonly for one more month. Neville slouched further down into his seat not noticing his food appearing before him as memories of that day flooded back.
~Flashback~
“Neville!” a voice shouted over the massive crowd of sixth year all looking over their O.W.L.S. scores and classes.
Dean and Seamus were heading towards meek Neville. The first to speak was Finnigan as his eyes fell unto Neville for the eighth time that day.
“So… Neville, What did you get?”
Neville literally felt himself shrinking under Seamus’s gaze, but somehow formed the words.
“I did p-pretty well, I think Uncle is going to be so proud when I tell him. I got an O in Herbology and E.E. in everything else,”*(1) Neville said as he switched his weight from one foot to the other
“That’s great Neville, so what’s your schedule? Mine is Potions, Charms, Defense Against Dark Art, Transfiguration, and Advance Astronomy,” Dean proclaimed in a boastfully tone. Neville looked on at Dean with awe while Seamus just sulked since he claimed his results shouldn’t be discussed.
“Well I’m taking Advance Herbology, Charms, Transfiguration, Defense Against DA, Potions, and some side research with Professor Sprout.”
Both boys as well as half of the crowd froze with Neville’s words. “Could you repeat that again, Neville? Did you say potions?” Dean said as Seamus just gasped like a fish out of water.
“Yeeeaah, I have Hermione to thank for that. See I still need potion to become a Herbolist, * (2) Spourt claimed they kind of go hand and hand because of th-“
“NEVILLE!” Finnigan interrupted as he looked on at Neville with maddening gaze.
“Sorry…well Hermione gave me a crash course and thanks to Professor Slughorn for lowering the grade to an E.E. – also having the name Longbottom*(3)- Slughorn put me on the roster.” Neville chirped
Both were speechless, but a sudden wave of pity washed over them, as they realized what was in store for Neville.
“Should we tell him?” Seamus muttered to Dean while Longbottom looked between them with curiosity.
“…What?” Neville asked nervously
“Um... Neville, do you know who’s going to teach potion this year?” Dean asked
“Slughorn,” Neville answered quickly eying them both suspiciously
“Yes and no…” Dean muttered
Both Dean and Seamus exchanged looks before both saying, “Maybe you should sit down.”
Ten minutes later, Neville stared blankly at the floor completely unresponsive while Dean and Seamus looked on with great concern.
“Um…Neville?” Dean whispered as he grasped Neville’s shoulder.
“…”
“I knew we shouldn’t have told him, Dean,” Finnigan muttered to Thomas.
Dean sent the Scottish boy a glare that would rival any Slytherin before Neville muttered something unrecognizable.
“What was that?” Dean said as he inched closer to hear Neville once more.
“I said…THE BUGGER, WHY DID HE GET CAUGHT!?” Neville yelled directly into an unexpected Dean Thomas left ear, which resulted in Dean stumbling back into Seamus.
Everyone, who was in a five-meter radius, stared in shock at the once quiet boy uncertain of his next reaction. Then Dean stepped in, and tired to lighten the mood.
“Neville, look it’s not permanent Snape is just filling in, and beside Dumbledore said the roster couldn’t be changed,” The boy reassured Neville.
Then Seamus jumped in as well saying, “Yeah, yeah besides Slughorn said himself it should only take two…three months tops. You’ll be… fine,” ending with his famous smile.
Neville just put his face into his hands before muttering, “…Damn it all.”
While Neville sulked, both boys froze before him and uttered, “Good Afternoon Professor McGonagall.”
Neville simply groaned, and inwardly curse to himself, ‘Why me?’
~End
It’s about ten minutes to eight and Neville Longbottom was running like a chicken without a head through the dungeons. Around 7:59 a gasping Neville reached his destination. Upon 8:00 a surprised Snape heard three weak knocks on his classroom door. And 8:01 Snape found his eyes glaring onto Neville Longbottom’s hunched over behind.
“Thirty points from Gryffindor for indecent behavior,” Snape snarled , “Now get in here, stupid boy.”
Thank you please R&R
*A.N.
1) Yes, I know Neville didn’t take the O.W.L. S for Potions, but here he did.
2) I’m not a very good speller. So yeah, sorry ^^; I think I just made up a word. If anyone knows how to properly spell that please tell me. Thanks
3) This is for the ones who are confused over that little comment. Slughorn favors students with well-known names like: Malfoy, Potter, and Longbottom
Title: A Little Extra Credit Doesn't Hurt
Author: AppleBliss
Written Jan. 8,2007
Pairing: Snape/ Longbottom
Rating: NC-17 (For later chapters)
Author's Welcome: Sorry for the wait, but Chapter 2 is up now. My friend told me, the tense in my first chapter was beyond horrid, so I have to fix them. However, I think I'm getting it. But in flashback do you continue using the same tense as the rest of the story or past? I'm asking this because I'm a Biology major, and during writing class I blank out. ^^; Thanks for reading
Chapter 2: Regretting
“Well?” the highly irritated ex- Slytherin pressed while watching Neville inwardly struggled to answer.
‘Well, I guess the Gryffindor check out for the day.’ Snape jest to himself. Finally having enough of Neville inner dealings, Snape put the matter into his hands with a swift movement of his black robes, Severus bellowed towards his desk grabbing some tattered scroll of a first year Ravenclaw’s essay and began to scribble on it. Then rather harshly thrusted the scrap into Longbottom’s hands.
While Snape turned to leave to his private office, Snape sneered, “Fail to show or be late, Mr. Longbottom. Don’t bother showing your face in class tomorrow...or to me for that matter.”
And Neville watched Snape disappear behind the oak door of his office in pure bewilderment. Neville, still on the floor surrounded by his aftermath began processing what just occurred. ‘Did Severus Snape just offered to help me?’ Neville thought glancing over the paper like it was some newly found species of plant.
The note appeared simple enough:
Be here at 8 and no later, knock three times before entering.
Neville read the writing at least four more times, and almost for a fifth before feeling something tap him on his shoulder.
“Um…is potion’s c-cancelled?” some Hufflepuff girl squeaked to Neville when she noticeed the condition of the lab.
“…” Neville gave no answer, just glanced over the message once more.
‘This is surreal,’ he thought. At the same time, more of the class was ushering whilst examining the room, but Neville finally came to his senses upon hearing Snape’s voice again.
“Mister Longbotton,” the man drawled “I thought I made the arrangements clear for our later meeting. Unless you are set on ruining this session as well, please leave.”
Neville jumped to his feet, scaring some of the already uneasy students in the process, and blurted out, “Uh...s-sorry Sir, y-yes Sir, ‘ and rushed for the nearest exit.
On his way out, Neville triped flat on his face. The whole class bursted into an uproar of laughter as a very red Neville rose to his feet. He could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment and shame, and this was only made worse when he turned to Severus. Snape just rolled his eyes and sneered turning to his new class.
“Now that your meager minds were entertained for the day. Thirty points from Gryffindor for wasting MY time and fifty points from Hufflepuff for prolonging it even further. Now open your textbooks to page 437,” Snape spoke turning his attention towards the blackboard to place the instructions.
With his presence being ignored, Neville sliped out and ran ,well huffed, his way to his next class, ‘Thank God, its Herbology,’ Neville sighed to himself on his way to the greenhouse.
After Herbology, it was the usual day for Longbottom; overflowing with the joy of a klutz-filling afternoon brought to you by your third favorite Gryffindor: Neville Longbottom. While he sat among the crowd of fellow Gryffindor during dinner, Neville sulked over his upcoming meeting with the greasy git. ‘Why did Slughorn have to stay in that damn house over the summer?’ Longbottom thought.
Apparently Horace Slughorn ,the newly instated potion teacher, has a fetish with living in others’ homes while the residents are away, and on this certain occasion the old man got caught. Now with Slughorn explaining his case to the proper authority, Snape was now taking his former position as Potion teacher as well as Defense Against Dark Arts position. But luckily it wasonly for one more month. Neville slouched further down into his seat not noticing his food appearing before him as memories of that day flooded back.
~Flashback~
“Neville!” a voice shouted over the massive crowd of sixth year all looking over their O.W.L.S. scores and classes.
Dean and Seamus were heading towards meek Neville. The first to speak was Finnigan as his eyes fell unto Neville for the eighth time that day.
“So… Neville, What did you get?”
Neville literally felt himself shrinking under Seamus’s gaze, but somehow formed the words.
“I did p-pretty well, I think Uncle is going to be so proud when I tell him. I got an O in Herbology and E.E. in everything else,”*(1) Neville said as he switched his weight from one foot to the other
“That’s great Neville, so what’s your schedule? Mine is Potions, Charms, Defense Against Dark Art, Transfiguration, and Advance Astronomy,” Dean proclaimed in a boastfully tone. Neville looked on at Dean with awe while Seamus just sulked since he claimed his results shouldn’t be discussed.
“Well I’m taking Advance Herbology, Charms, Transfiguration, Defense Against DA, Potions, and some side research with Professor Sprout.”
Both boys as well as half of the crowd froze with Neville’s words. “Could you repeat that again, Neville? Did you say potions?” Dean said as Seamus just gasped like a fish out of water.
“Yeeeaah, I have Hermione to thank for that. See I still need potion to become a Herbolist, * (2) Spourt claimed they kind of go hand and hand because of th-“
“NEVILLE!” Finnigan interrupted as he looked on at Neville with maddening gaze.
“Sorry…well Hermione gave me a crash course and thanks to Professor Slughorn for lowering the grade to an E.E. – also having the name Longbottom*(3)- Slughorn put me on the roster.” Neville chirped
Both were speechless, but a sudden wave of pity washed over them, as they realized what was in store for Neville.
“Should we tell him?” Seamus muttered to Dean while Longbottom looked between them with curiosity.
“…What?” Neville asked nervously
“Um... Neville, do you know who’s going to teach potion this year?” Dean asked
“Slughorn,” Neville answered quickly eying them both suspiciously
“Yes and no…” Dean muttered
Both Dean and Seamus exchanged looks before both saying, “Maybe you should sit down.”
Ten minutes later, Neville stared blankly at the floor completely unresponsive while Dean and Seamus looked on with great concern.
“Um…Neville?” Dean whispered as he grasped Neville’s shoulder.
“…”
“I knew we shouldn’t have told him, Dean,” Finnigan muttered to Thomas.
Dean sent the Scottish boy a glare that would rival any Slytherin before Neville muttered something unrecognizable.
“What was that?” Dean said as he inched closer to hear Neville once more.
“I said…THE BUGGER, WHY DID HE GET CAUGHT!?” Neville yelled directly into an unexpected Dean Thomas left ear, which resulted in Dean stumbling back into Seamus.
Everyone, who was in a five-meter radius, stared in shock at the once quiet boy uncertain of his next reaction. Then Dean stepped in, and tired to lighten the mood.
“Neville, look it’s not permanent Snape is just filling in, and beside Dumbledore said the roster couldn’t be changed,” The boy reassured Neville.
Then Seamus jumped in as well saying, “Yeah, yeah besides Slughorn said himself it should only take two…three months tops. You’ll be… fine,” ending with his famous smile.
Neville just put his face into his hands before muttering, “…Damn it all.”
While Neville sulked, both boys froze before him and uttered, “Good Afternoon Professor McGonagall.”
Neville simply groaned, and inwardly curse to himself, ‘Why me?’
~End
It’s about ten minutes to eight and Neville Longbottom was running like a chicken without a head through the dungeons. Around 7:59 a gasping Neville reached his destination. Upon 8:00 a surprised Snape heard three weak knocks on his classroom door. And 8:01 Snape found his eyes glaring onto Neville Longbottom’s hunched over behind.
“Thirty points from Gryffindor for indecent behavior,” Snape snarled , “Now get in here, stupid boy.”
Thank you please R&R
*A.N.
1) Yes, I know Neville didn’t take the O.W.L. S for Potions, but here he did.
2) I’m not a very good speller. So yeah, sorry ^^; I think I just made up a word. If anyone knows how to properly spell that please tell me. Thanks
3) This is for the ones who are confused over that little comment. Slughorn favors students with well-known names like: Malfoy, Potter, and Longbottom