Harry Potter and The Bungling Teacher.

Chapter Eight.

Author's Note: This story is going to really show what some of the other houses feel about Lockhart. I will be going into more about that in later chapters.

Chapter Eight.

Class cancelled.

A week later, Harry and Gretchen were seen heading for the potion lab with Snape, who gave them both a dreamless sleep potion. Lockhart was pissed at Snape after he noticed that he was hauling off two of his favorite students, he went walking out of Hogwarts to Hogsmeade for some time at one of the bars there. Within two hours, Lockhart had fourteen shots of Fire Whiskey and twelve butter beers.

Lockhart was very drunk when they neared closing time. Lockhart wanted more but they refused to serve him anymore and told him to go back to Hogwarts. Lockhart walked or at least stumbled his way back to Hogwarts. Filch found him dragging himself into the main foyer of the school before he decided to start falling asleep right there. Filch was fuming mad as he helped Lockhart to stand up and walk towards his office where he could sleep it off.

Filch moaned about how disgusting he was as he walked out of Lockhart's office only hearing the sounds of Lockhart snoring away on his couch.

Lockhart was not seen at all at breakfast and everyone wondered what was wrong with him. The first years all sat down in their seats the Hufflepuffs and the Ravenclaws wondered where was their teacher Professor Lockhart. The students waited and waited.

"What's taking Lockhart so long?" Peter Pruitt a Ravenclaw boy asked. "Class should have started ten minutes ago and no Lockhart."

The others just shrugged their shoulders as they started to pull out their books and used the absent teacher's class as a place to work on other subjects like getting the potion's homework finished or something else finished. Most of the students felt odd about sitting in a classroom with no teacher.

"Maybe one of us should go find one of the other Professors and see what's wrong?" asked a Hufflepuff girl.

Just as she said that, the doors to the office of Lockhart opened up and Lockhart staggered down the stairs. The students noticed that he didn't look good at all. His golden hair was disarrayed and his clothes were messy and he was singing a song that made no sense and then he tripped over himself and fell down the stairs landing in a heap at the bottom of the stairs.

"Um isorryclassioversleep slllept forgott cclass was today." Lockhart replied in slurred speech. "Classiscancell..."

The disgusting smell of alcohol was strong in the vomit that Lockhart spewed over the floor. Lockhart didn't even mind as he proceeded to vomit again onto one of the student's robes.

"Oh no," Mispy Melburne screamed. "He puked on all over my new shoes and robe!"

That student hurriedly removed the vomit ridden robe and fled from the classroom with the robe out at arm's length. The other students soon followed her out, not wanting to stay in that classroom that reeked of vomit.

Some of the students headed for Madame Pomfrey to get something for their sick stomach. One of the kids told her that Lockhart made them sick but he was looking strange too.

"Oh dear, it must be the flu," she said.

"I don't think so. Do people smell strange when they have the flu?" a boy from Hufflepuff asked.

Madame Pomfrey gave them all something to drink to soothe their upset stomach and told them that they may stay there till their stomachs didn't feel upset no more and then she hurried down to the DADA classroom to give Lockhart some Pepper-Up potion. When she got there, just taking a breath of air within the room itself said that there was vomit and the strong smell of alcohol was in the air. The whole room reeked of vomit. So strongly that she had to rush out of the room and throw up on the grass. She knew to get to Lockhart was going to be hard as soon as she step into the room, the smell alone made her gag and want to throw up again.

She decide to put up a sign that reads; "Defense against the Dark Art class has been canceled for today and tomorrow." and then she hurried down to where Filch was and told him that Lockhart had made a smelly mess out of his classroom.

Filch was not very happy after he tried to enter the classroom. He dunked a towel into some water and covered his nose as he walked into the classroom and dragged Lockhart out of the class covered in his own vomit and talking about how no body believes that he's a great wizard, he was better than Dumbledore and Voldemort himself. Filch nearly dropped him when he heard Voldemort's name.

Filch hauled him to the infirmary where Lockhart proceeded to throw up some more. Filch went back to the classroom and started on cleaning it up of the stench of Lockhart's vomit when the second years walked in for their class. "This class has been canceled for today. Lockhart is sick."

The Slytherins and most of the other Gryffindors cheered but for a few of the girls who looked sad that their teacher was sick. But for Hermione Granger, who started to walk towards the stairs leading to his office. Filch stepped in front of her and informed here on where to find Lockhart. Hermione thanked him and hurriedly walked out of the classroom towards the infirmary.

Hermione hurried towards the infirmary and found Lockhart vomiting into a bed pan. The mere smell of his vomit was bad enough to make you want to throw up yourself. She covered her nose and mouth with a wet mask and went in to see him. "Hi Professor Lockhart, how are you doing?"

Lockhart mumbled to no one in particular, "I'm a better Wizard than Dumbledore ever was and I'm a great wizard. I would have defeated Voldemort if Harry didn't do it himself as a wee babe."

Hermione was shocked by his statement but she wondered if he was aware she was there or not. "Professor, it's me Hermione?"

"Do you want an autograph, my dear?" asked Lockhart, looking at her.

"Uh, thank you but no. I'm just here to see how you are doing, professor," spoke Hermione.

"Oh doing as good as I can," Lockhart said. He grabbed his pad and his peacock feather pen and dipped it into the ink well. "Are you sure you do not want an autograph?"

"Yes, I'm sure, professor. I must go now." Hermione said, quickly as she backed away from his bed.

"Hermione, please don't leave me," Lockhart replied extending out his hand to her.

Hermione looked at her teacher. The one she thought was a great wizard. Maybe Morrigan was right he is a fraud.

"I cannot stay here. I'm due for class in another five minutes and need to hurry to get the class before the bell rings." Hermione said, as she started to head for the exit.

"Hermione...please I don't want to be alone," Lockhart pleaded.

"Madame Pomfrey is in the other room; I'll ask her to stay with you if possible. Bye professor Lockhart," Hermione said, as she quickly rushed from the room.

Harry sees Hermione. "What happened? What's wrong?"

"I just saw Lockhart and he bragged that he could have defeated Voldemort if you didn't defeat him as a wee babe, Harry. I think he's not what he is telling us." Hermione whispered.

"Finally, you believe us," spoke Ron.

"What is your thought about who he is?" asked Harry.

"I think he's an idiot," spoke Hermione.

"Well it's about time Hermione." Ron replied rather joyfully.

"Come on, we need to get to class," Hermione said, as they rushed towards their next class.

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