Awkward Situations 12: Thunder
Title: 30 Awkward Situations
Author: stupidmuse_hatesme
Prompt: 31 drabbles for the month of May. Any fandom allowed, one chapter per day (no posting ahead!), gayness required :) 100-1000 words per drabble.
Drabble #12: Thunder
Summary: Harry has no idea how he always gets himself into these sorts of things...
Warnings: Absolutely none. Well, yeah. maybe cursing. And possibly sexual type activities. Who knows :D
Rating: For now? PG-13 for cursing.
Length: 353
Stones can't rumble, Harry tells himself. No matter how angry one is, they do not shift or anything with someone's rage. But somehow, as Professor Snape stands in front of him, bellowing, and stamps his feet, Harry feels his legs quiver from imagined tremors.
His knees feel weak and he helplessly stumbles backwards.
"What in the world were you THINKING?" Snape says loudly between panted frustration, billowing towards his shrinking student. "Didn't you hear me when I told the class not to add nightshade to this potion? You could have taken Longbottom's eyes out!"
Harry scrabbles at the thick door to the Potions Master's office and looks at anything but Snape. Floating dead things in vials, the stones, moss, anything but the looming Professor standing uncomfortably close to Harry.
Snape pinches his brow and says lowly. "Not that it would have made a difference if you had taken his eyes out. It's not like he uses them."
"Yes he does, Professor." Harry says tremulously.
Incredulous, Snape pins his helpless student to the door with his unforgiving gaze. "Excuse me?"
"Neville is amazing with Herbology, Professor. Even you have to admit that he is better with ingredients of the plant kind than anyone else in the 7th year."
"Just...leave, Potter." Snape says wearily. "50 points from Gryffindor for melting 3 cauldrons and ruining most of the desks." He flutters his hand at the student and whirls to retreat to his desk. "And 4 detentions with Filch. Get out of my sight."
Harry scurries out the door quickly and absolutely does not think about what Snape's thundering voice did to his nerves. But he does know, that it is probably something entirely different than what Neville feels at the mercy of the Professor. His brain refuses to focus on it, though, and he races to the Gryffindor Tower as fast as possible.
He must just be frustrated, yeah. In fact, he'll ask Ron if he can borrow some magazines to fix that. After all, he's a teenager and therefore a hormonal mess. It means nothing.
Right?