Disclaimer: I did not invent these characters or their surroundings. J.K. Rowling did. All bow to her!

Note: Kay, I was re-reading the series this evening and I came across an extrodinary revalation: Holly shit, Snape is such a jerk! Anyway, that's basicaly it, also I didn't want to write an angst filled story. So, this takes place on the last day of school, all our favourite kids have just graduated into full fledged witches and wizards. Enjoy.

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" If I hadn't made me, I'dve fallen apart by now." ~ Incubus,

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"We're through! WE'RE DONE!" Ron exclaimed, practicaly jumping three feet in the air.

It was a grey day, and drizzling slightly. Yet no hail, sleet, or natural cataclisym could damper the spirits of the students. Today was the last day of school, and this year, many were graduating, ready to move on to greater things, like minimum wage jobs, searching for an affordable apartment, and for even more, spending the summer worrying about university.

" I think I'll have to work with my dad," Ron was saying to Hermione when suddenly, out on the steps a loud shout broke the excited mummer.

"FUCK YOU!"

Everyone turned around and saw Neville standing eye to eye with professor Snape on the wet front steps.

"Uh huh, same to you, Longbottem," drawled Snape.

"No, I mean it, you're a terrible teacher! I spent seven years getting pushed around by youand why? Why, was what I asked myself see, for years I thought if I could do better, maybe be smarter, maybe, you would treat me like a human being. But this yearthis year I realized that it didn't matter, you're just a PATHETIC, SMALL, SMALL LITTLE NOTHING, well, you know what? Now I'm your equal, no wait- I'm more then your equal. I truly hope that one day, you will look at yourself in the mirror and see what you've got."

Neville, had changed a lot this year, he was no longer that mousey little boy he used to be. No, this year he'd been a beater on the quidditch team and gotten second in defense against the dark arts. Malfoy had had the shit beaten out of him for making a comment once, Neville wasn't who he used to be. However, Snape hadn't seen it, somehow he'd missed it, everyone else had stopped teasing Neville, except for Snape.

"And 'what is it that I've got?" Snape asked disdainfully.

"Nothing, you haven't got anything." Neville spat hatefully, " You're practicly an old man, everybody hates youDumbledore feels sorry for you- you don't have any family, and if you did, they'd probably hate you too, what is your problem? What did I ever do to you, HUH? What did any of us do to you? We were little kidsI was scared to death of you! You-you're such a hypocryte, going on and on and on about how we have to conform and all that shitwell, well, well, I daresay that's a lot of bull shit from someone like you!"

Neville took a step toward Snape, Snape actually backed away. Neville flashed him a sardonic smile.

"Goodbye, professor. I hope you have a long, long life." Neville picked up his ragged back-pack and put his jean jacket on over his dirty white T-shirt.

"Congratulations," said Snape suddenly, there was no trace of sarcasm in his voice at all.

Neville walked away without another word.

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"Get out from under them, Resist, unlearn, defy!"~Incubus

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hee hee! I did it! Nothing depressing there, no-ho-ho sirreee! And I guess there wasn't any angst either sure, maybe a bit of excessive cussing, but that's different. Anyway, sorry if I ticked anybody off with my bad spelling and insulting Snapesorry, NOT! I had writers block all bloody day, then this lovely idea came to methanks for reading, please read & review ;0)