Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Potions Class - Assignment Three - Write a humorous fic about the effect of one of Neville's potions. Prompts used: Word: Ribbit, Colour: Pink.

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Title: Ribbit

Pairing: None

"If Miss Granger is so confident in your skills, I'm sure she won't mind sampling this... this ridiculous attempt at the Draught of Peace."

There was a long silence as all eyes fell on Hermione, who was staring at the pink mixture. Far from the turquoise blue it was supposed to be. She quickly tried to work out what had gone wrong, and if it was fatal. The colour reminded her of Pepto-Bismol, and the thought of drinking it made her want to gag.

She couldn't think of any way the potion could have ended up pink. It was not supposed to be pink.

"I'm shocked, Miss Granger. I thought you'd want to prove that you are capable of tutoring another student. Clearly I was wrong. Longbottom, may I suggest next time you need help, you should ask..." Professor Snape's eyes swept over to the Slytherins.

"Bezoar," Hermione mouthed at Harry, who nodded, slipping out of his seat, to retrieve one from the potions cupboard.

"She's going to do it," Lavender gasped as Hermione took a ladle, her hand shaking slightly as she poured it into a goblet.

"If it doesn't poison her, I'll give you a passing grade for the lesson," Snape said to Neville, smirking as the cup raised to Hermione's lips.

Hermione moved slowly, all eyes on her, and it was only moments before Harry was back at his desk, bezoar in hand, and she quickly drunk the potion down, and slammed the goblet down onto the table, and waited.

And waited.

Every set of eyes was on her as she waited to find out what happened, and after a few minutes, it was clear that nothing was going to happen. Snape's smirk turned into a frown.

"Back to work," he said, turning around. "Miss Granger, if you're still alive at the end of class, come and see me, I'll make sure the potion hasn't done any damage."

"Yes, Professor," Hermione sighed, but those weren't the words that came out of her mouth.

"Ribbit, ribbit."

Her hand clamped over her mouth, and her eyes widened.

Harry and Ron looked at her for a moment, and could barely contain the smiles that crossed their faces.

"Everything alright Hermione?" They asked.

"Yes, I'm fine," she meant to say, but all they heard were the noises of a frog ribbiting.

Neville looked pale. "I'm so sorry, Hermione," he said, as Harry and Ron tried not to laugh.

"At least it shuts her up," Draco called, where he was laughing with the other Slytherins. "Well done, Longbottom. Maybe you're not so useless after all."

Hermione looked at Professor Snape, pleadingly, hoping he could fix the problem, but she wasn't so lucky. "I said back to work," he snapped, his eyes on her.

With her hand over her mouth, she grabbed her bag and rushed from the room to the hospital wing.

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Word Count - 480