1. Herbology 2. Muggle Studies 3. Transfiguration 4. Ancient Runes 5. Astronomy 6. Divination 7. Care of Magical Creatures 8. Potions 9. Defense Against the Dark Arts 10. Arithmancy 11. History of Magic 12. Charms 13. Quidditch 14. Hogwarts, A History 15. broom 16. Dragonhide gloves 17. Cauldron 18. Whomping Willow 19. Wand 20. Hogsmeade 21. Veela 22. Kneazle 23. Telescope 24. House elf 25. Sorting Hat 26. Quill 27. Owl 28. Timeturner 29. Pensieve 30. Feast 31. Dress robes 32. Common room 33. Classroom 34. Parseltongue 35. Pureblood 36. Muggle 37. Animagus 38. Patronus 39. Duel 40. Spell 41. Thestrals 42. Portraits 43. Headmaster 44. Ford Anglia 45. torch 46. Dungeon 47. Portkey 48. Leprechaun 49. Yule Ball 50. Boggart 51. act 52. bore 53. Chase 54. Dare 55. Egg on 56. Fight 57. Gape 58. Hoot 59. Ignore 60. Joke 61. Kiss 62. Lope 63. Mooch 64. Nap 65. Ooze 66. Pace 67. Quell 68. Roar 69. Slap 70 team. 71. Untie 72. Vex 73. Warn 74. x-tinguish 75. Yodel 76. Zap 77. Cheerful 78. author's choice 79. author's choice 80. author's choice 81. Depression 82. Careful 83. Fearful 84. Angry 85. Snappish 86. Daring 87. Plaid 88. sweet tooth 89. Past 90. present 91. Future 92. Chocolate 93. Chicken 94. Allergic 95. Snowball 96. Socks 97. Dictionary 98. Pajamas 99. Newspaper 100. Homework


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#98 - Pajamas



The Halloween feast had been rather delicious. To be fair with herself though, she enjoyed every feast - and every meal in between. This particular feast she just had to have another (and another, but hey who's counting?) treacle tart.

Sprout hummed as her robes and dress came off, her gut appreciative of the freed up space. Perhaps, she’d sleep in her knickers instead of her pajamas…

A knock. Gasp! Her door opens. Severus! Wide-eyes. Whispers, “ …….Black is in the castle……” Door shuts. Blink, blink, horror!

A high pitch silent squeal was bursting from every pore of her body.

#23 - Telescope



She never really had a thing for telescopes. She’d not had a thing for heights either. Her knees were aware of this fear and let her know it quick as they wobbled beneath her weight. “Professor Sinistra - are you sure?” she blushed deeply.

“Yes, every night…,” Sinistra assured, her eyes scanning the grounds.

She couldn’t see clearly through the telescope, but sure enough, the figure ascended from the Lake. She gasped loudly. “My stars…,” she gaped.

“Told you.”

“My stars….,” was all Professor Sprout could get out, as Severus dried off from his apparent ritual skinny dip. “My stars…”

#49 - Yule Ball


“Neville, wash your hands and get out of here,” she told him firmly.

“Bu.. but.. Professor…,” he stammered.

“Neville, I won’t hear another word about it. You’ve been here for nearly three hours now whining about this Yule Ball and young Miss Weasley. You are a Gryffindor, where’s that boundless courage?” She scoffed at him and took the plant he was working on away. He gaped at her.

“Professor…I can’t. She’s… beautiful… and I’m.. I’m Neville.”

She sighed. “And you are handsome and promising young man. You’ll never know until you ask.” Sprout was such a hypocrite. “Ask her, Neville.”

#15 - Broom

Dedicated to Ottery



Have you ever had one of those dreams where you're falling and you wake up just before you hit the ground? How about one of those where you show up to class naked?

Sprout was having one of those – both of those.


She was soaring through the air on a broom, air was rushing through her peppered curls and virtually every cranny of her body. It was exhilarating!

"Professor!" Snape called from down below. Naturally, she began to fall.

He was standing on a bull’s-eye, her large, clothe-less, flapping body falling helplessly towards him.... His eyes were like dinner plates.

#13 - Quidditch

This is a continuation of the one above... sort of. o__o


Flitwick was ill. The chair between them was going to be vacant. Sprout was going to converse with him tonight at dinner or die trying and she was going to sit next to him too!

Sitting at her desk, she wrote out a list of things she could talk about with him.



Quidditch.

On second thought, maybe she'd catch what Flitwick had and skip dinner. Any trained Legilimens would know she'd squashed him the night before with her naked body. Perhaps, she was feeling quite ill.

#17 - Cauldron


Showers and baths, for most, are excellent times for contemplation. For Professor Sprout, it was no different. This occasion, he'd just been down to stock up on some knotgrass. She could still smell his presence - something between dust and maybe a hint of pine. Her toes wiggled over the edge of the bathtub as she pictured him standing over his cauldron, adding the sprigs he'd just retrieved to a potion - carefully and meticulously.


Everyone knew that Potions and Herbology went hand in hand with one another. So, why should not the professors of those subjects do the same?


I don't really like this one. But hey, there it is. Only 97343 to go. =D

#87 - Plaid


Toilet paper is not something one finds themselves discussing often. It's definitely not something one discusses with someone they find extremely attractive and wish to impress with your witty ways and new plaid hat.

As Head of House, she did what she had to.

"Professor Snape, your student," she tugged on the guilty student by the ear, "rolled my best Flitterbloom with... toilet tissue." She was flushed. And Snape - was livid.

Points were deducted, detention given, and a mighty tongue lashing administered. Sprout admired Snape so. She walked away smiling, unaware of the toilet paper stuck to her shoe.

#42 - Portaits


It was well below freezing and she could barely keep her teeth from chattering. She lowered her head to the wind and snuggled her nose into her scarf.

With one's head lowered, it's hard to see the incoming potion's professor. Impossible.

She looked up, startled, as her forehead went straight into a solid figure. Her eyes followed the black robes north - "Oh... Professor, sorry, excuse me."

He watched her, his expression unreadable. "Quite alright." Though, Sprout wasn't sure if it was 'quite alright' or not. She blushed a deep red as the nearby portraits began to giggle and point.

#94 - Allergic


The baby shower for Sinistra was lovely. The after effects of the imported mints - were not. Apparently Pomona was allergic to them and found herself covered in hives and clinging to a bed pan.

It got worse. Madam Pomfrey was no where to be found.

"Severus, get Severus," someone suggested.

He worked diligently and surprisingly gentle. He put a soft, wet rag to Pomono's forehead as she heaved up the mints into a bedpan next to his feet. Luckily, she couldn’t see his face. If her insides hadn’t have been turning inside out – she would have been properly mortified.

#75 - Yodel


"No... way...," Sprout gaped at Flitwick. "You shouldn't lie, Professor!" Sprout reprimanded.

"No, no Pomono!" Flitwick squeaked, giddy and hopping from one foot to the other. "Longbottom was practicing for his N.E.W.T's, Severus walked right into it his cheering charm! Severus is elated!" Flitwick pulled Sprout by her chubby hand into his office where Snape was...

"Is he..?"

"Yodeling!" Flitwick burst out laughing, obviously having no intent of lifting the charm.

When Snape spotted Sprout he burst from his chair, grinning and letting his greasy hair fly from side to side. He skipped like a school girl over to them.

#82 - Careful


It was sad that she’d been looking forward to this moment for a whole year.

“Slytherin versus Hufflepuff! And now the Heads of each House will shake hands!”

Sprout had practiced several different methods of this hand shake before the match. There was the “Careful” hand shake that lasted no longer than a second; the “Clingy” hand shake that involved both hands on his; and lastly, and her personal favorite, was the “Let’s shake hands for a long minute, while gazing into one another’s eyes with desire and want.”

Sprout went with the first option. There was always next year.