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✧˖*°࿐ Pumpkin Bread pt. 2 | N.L

Neville Longbottom x gn!reader, fluff

Summary: In which your relationship with Neville blooms in ways you could never imagine.

Part 1

w/c: 2.3k

Request: Yes

Your relationship with Neville grew close rather quickly, and more often than not, you’d find yourself hanging out with the boy in the greenhouse for hours; your secrets being shared in between fits of laughter and embarrassment. However, this was not to say that it was easy, there had been many times where your mouth seemed to run off on its own, a deep regret flushing through your whole body whenever you’d realize that you had just insulted your new-found friend. But thankfully, the boy always understood.

Today was the last day of your detention, and you’d now be able to spend your free time however you’d want. Four weeks ago, you were impatiently praying for this day to come sooner, knowing that you would no longer be obligated to spend time in the greenhouse. But now, the end of your punishment was something that you had been dreading, all thanks to the shy Gryffindor who knew so much about plants.

You had forgotten about a life that didn’t include you stressing over Herbology, or your yelling at the brown haired boy whenever he’d get mud on your robe. How were you to continue as normal, if this was what you now craved? The long walks back to your dorms as you two tried to make the most of the time you had left, the way his fingers would brush over yours every time he handed you pumpkin bread, and the way he would hug you each time you’d show him your latest Herbology quiz grade – a mere 72% blotched with red ink, something that he was so proud of you for.

Neville became a part of your everyday life, and you almost hated yourself for it.

And just like all the other days during these past few weeks, you found yourself in that cold glass room alongside him.

“(Y/N), can you pass me the scissors?” The boy’s voice broke through the calm ambiance. You looked up at him before passing him the small object from your hands.

As he took care of the plants, ones you didn’t know the name for, you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen after today. His hands gently touched the plant, as the small snips filled the room; your eyes dancing between his concentrated face and the tender movements of his fingers. This is what you wanted every evening to look like.

Your eyes danced for a few seconds more before you dropped down to the floor with a small huff. The boy laughed softly before turning around to face you. Your habits now memorized as he grew to know you like the back of his hand. If it was attention that you wanted, then attention you would get.

“What is it this time, hm?” His gaze softened as he watched you dramatically woe.

“Nothing!” You responded rather aggressively, turning away from him to face the wall.

He nodded before returning back to his plants, “Very well then.”

You stared at him dead-panned, as you now realized that he grew accustomed to your antics. The air now becoming more stuffy as you try to figure out how you were going to ask him. Finally, after a few seconds of fiddling with your fingers, you spoke.

“Actually,” you looked up towards him, “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“Hmm?” the boy hummed in response, still attending to the plants, not bothering to turn around to look at you.

The frog in your throat grew large before you finally asked, “What’s going to happen to us after today?”

He froze. His eyes now concentrated on his hands, not bothering to finish tending to the leaves that he was once so focused on. After a few moments of silence, he finally turned around, staring into your eyes as he brought himself down to you.

You scooted over to the side as he took in the space next to yours. His lanky legs filling in whatever room there was once left, and his body so close to yours that you could almost smell the detergent he used to do his laundry yesterday. He awkwardly turned his face towards yours, and gave you a small smile.

“Well, I’d imagine you’d go back to ignoring me, is that it?”

You tried to figure out whatever look was now on his face. He seemed almost sad but at the same time, hopeful? This boy, one that has consistently slipped beneath your fingers and has accidentally hidden himself from the gaze of others, was now the only person that you could talk to without growing tired. Whenever you’d give him a cold glare, or sneered his name in a way that could only resemble Draco Malfoy, all he would do is give you a smile back, handing you his sweater – leaving a smudge of dirt on your hands. You wouldn’t get angry, you couldn't even find yourself to yell, this reckless and clumsy boy has now found himself in your heart. How could you ever go back to ignoring him, when his mere existence was enough for you to stand alone?

“No!” you looked down at your feet sheepishly, noticing how the tips of his shoes were touching yours – both of your knees rocking back and forth, “unless, you don’t want to talk to me anymore?”

You turned over to look at him, both of your noses almost touching as you felt his breath hit yours. A soft look in his eyes indicating that whatever feelings were locked in this garden, were those shared between both of you.

“Then I guess it’s settled,” he stood up, grabbing hold of your hands and pulling you with him as he made his way back to the unattended plants, “you’re stuck with me.”

With a nervous smile, you grabbed hold to the scissors, helping him with whatever was left to tend to. He watched you in adoration – a feeling that would quickly come and go between the anxiousness of knowing that you were now his to keep outside this room. Neville’s heart was simply too full of love, and if it weren’t for you asking him that one simple question earlier, he feared that it would explode onto the glass ceiling for everyone to see.

It was a love that was shared between him, you, and whatever poor plant you managed to get your hands on. The dirt on your face, and his thumb rubbing it off softly. Your hair full of leaves, and him there to pick them out.

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“Don’t look until I tell you to!” The boy laughed, his large hands covering your eyes as he blindly led you to a place unknown.

You hesitantly nodded as you continued to walk, hearing the snapping of twigs and crunching of the dry grass below you. Small beams of the summer sunlight somehow managed to sneak in through his fingers, as you tried to figure out where on Earth you could be. If it were anyone else, they would be on the floor right now, you leaning over them as you call them almost every bad name in the book, but thankfully it was just Neville; you’d follow him blindly to hell if he asked it of you.

After 15 minutes of walking you finally came to a halt. The breeze ran past your shoulders as the boy slowly took his hands away from your face. You groaned at first, trying to adjust your eyesight to the brightness, before looking ahead at the scene that Neville had been keeping hidden.

A beautiful garden in full bloom, all different types of colors drowning in a pool of petals and thorns, dozens of plants whose names you couldn’t memorize no matter how long you tried. A small porcelain fountain right at the center that was flowing with fresh water. And right at the front, in Neville’s terrible handwriting, a sign that said “Our Garden.”

You were smiling so hard that the apples of your cheeks were starting to hurt, something that never in your life you’d imagine would be possible, and for the first time ever, there was no anger, there was no coldness, and there was no hatred. It was just pure happiness, one that was bestowed to you by the same boy that you couldn’t stand nearly half a year ago.

You turned around and wrapped him in a hug. “When, I mean, how,” you stuttered over your words, nearly mimicking him, “did you do this?”

“My Nan helped. She knew how much it would mean to you.”

“But it’s summer, how are they in full bloom?”

“Ever heard of magic, petal?” He laughed at your confused face.

“But, we aren’t allowed to use magic outside of school, and–”

“(Y/N), stop worrying so much. You sound just like me,” he released you from the hug and gave you a kiss on the forehead, “there’s a reason I said we’d have to keep this secret.”

You laughed silently through your nose and nodded, making your way hand in his to the garden. You admired the new found life with a sense of appreciation that wasn’t there before, pointing to each one and asking the boy beside you what it was. He would answer each time, not growing impatient, now even bothered when you’d forget seconds later.

“And this one?”

“Asphodel.”

“And this one?”

“That’s - that’s also Asphodel.”

And after hours of admiration and awe, your attention was now placed fully on him. You took notice of his overgrown hair that fell right below his eyes, his slender fingers as he placed a daisy in your hair, the way he bit his lip out of nervousness from doing so. Here, right in front of you, in this garden, was the first day of your life.

If it were six months earlier, you would have greedily grabbed at it; squishing it in the palm of your hand before it had the chance to choose for itself. But when it came to Neville, you were not greedy. You wanted to yell his name out to the world, This is my friend Neville, you’d shout with a voice so full of hunger, And I’m so utterly in love with him that it makes me sick!

The daisy on your ear now stood on its own as the boy's fingers interlocked with yours. A shy smile on his face as he looked you in the eyes, the same eyes that he wanted to drown in. He’d throw himself in if it meant that he could be with you forever.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked, both of your faces close, the air almost intimate.

“You.” He whispered, if it were any more quiet you would have mistaken it for the breeze.

“Mmm, what about me?”

“I just,” he took a deep breath in, the boy was scared and you knew it, “I just, really like you (Y/N). And I’m w-worried that you’re only going to ever see me as your friend, and that one day you’re going to find someone that can give you something more than a few plants an–”

Suddenly he found your lips pressed against his. His eyes opened wide at the sudden contact, but slowly closed themselves as he started to kiss you back. His hands made their way to your waist, and yours to his neck. You stayed like this for a few seconds; your teeth hitting the others as you both would laugh into the kiss, both of you trying to figure out what you were doing. It was an awkward first kiss, but it was yours.

You both pulled away, your foreheads leaning against each other as you decided to break the silence, “It’s our garden, is it not?”

He nodded.

“Then why would I ever leave.”

He smiled softly and brought his lips back down to yours. A kiss, short and simple, packed with so much tender love. A love that you couldn’t wait to explore for the rest of your life. And once again you found yourself hand in hand with the brunette, a grin placed upon both of your lips as you made your way back to his house, knowing that this was now the beginning of a new chapter that included something more.

His feet tripping over yours as you’d laugh at his clumsiness, the garden in full view, and in the oven – freshly baked pumpkin bread.

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dreamingonfilm · 1 year

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wanting to write something that’s hozier coded for Fred or Draco ughdhdhdhhddban

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dreamingonfilm · 1 year

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The concept/idea of Snape going full berserk after his s/o gets killed is so interesting. We know Snape’s capacity of love and how he would do anything for someone he loved.

Losing them would literally be the last straw. His 13th reason.

Like… F*ck Harry Potter. F*ck Dumbledore. To hell with the Order. He would just go, hunt down the 7 horocruxes himself, walk straight to the Malfoy Manor and kill Voldemort with his bare hands.

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dreamingonfilm · 1 year

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i hate trying to find a playlist for a character i like and the first song there is daddy issues by the neighbourhood like be so fr rn

#fred weasley #most def listens to early 2000s scene music #be so real rn there’s no way he wasn’t rocking w nevershoutnever #harry potter

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Hey babe! Love ur writing. Do you have any recs?

SO GLAD YOU ASKED! I HAVE SO MANY RECS BUT IM GONNA TRY AND KEEP IT SIMPLE

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@fallingforfictionalcharacterss - literally one of my favorite writers on this app, I 100% recommend reading all her works but these are my favorites!

The Ferret : in which the reader takes care of a ferret, unaware that it's Draco Malfoy

Cookies : in which love potion meant for the reader gets misplaced, leading to a love struck Ron and confessions to Draco

I Got You : in which Draco takes care of a temporarily blind reader after a potion goes wrong

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@dracowars - another amazing writer — once again recommending all of their works

notebook : in which Draco finds readers notebook and falls in love with the words written inside

one bed, two enemies : in which Draco and reader share a bed

unforgivable : in which reader gets poisoned thanks to Draco's behavior

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@wondernimbus : strongly rec all her writing!

veritaserum : in which Draco takes the truth potion, leading to unwanted confessions

play pretend : in which two people are forced into marriage; reader falls in love. draco doesn’t.

two sworn enemies : there is only one thing worse than being hated by draco malfoy; it’s being fancied by him

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@littlemissnoname13 - another great writer!

my girl : in which Draco sticks up for his girl

forever hold your peace : in which the reader is set for an arranged marriage, but a mysterious guy from the church has other plans

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DRACO M. FICS !

@dmslvt - Crossing constellations : in which Draco stumbles upon the reader while she star gazes

@dr3amlab - wicked games series : in which two sworn enemies play pranks on each other, leading to the reader pretending to be Draco's secret admirer

@enviedear - bewitched my mind : in which draco malfoy becomes entirely bewitched with a girl who’s never paid too much mind to him

@ladyvesuvia - nuggets with gravy : in which Draco takes the reader out for a drive-thru in a Muggle fast food, but they did not prepare the reader’s order properly

@prettygirlkay - A Worthy Opponent series : in which the reader and Draco are academic rivals

@holden-caulfield - The Girl : in which the reader has a secret pen pal

@holden-caulfield - Red Binds : in which the reader and her soulmate are bound together by a red string

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NEVILLE L. FICS !

@lxngbottom - Amortentia - in which Neville smells Luna Lovehood instead of his girlfriend in his amortentia potion

@lxngbottom - Bookshelves : in which reader helps out in the library, and she catches the eye of Neville.

@refiwrites - The Accident - in which you collide into Neville, revealing that you two are soulmates.

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FRED W. FICS !

@p-taryn-dactyl - Confervo : in which Fred wakes up after the war, and his first reaction is to flirt with the cute nurse

@destourtereaux - Put A Ring On It : in which reader and Fred run into her ex while out for errands

@destourtereaux - Secrets and Confessions : in which Fred confessed his feelings in the middle of the Great Hall

@httpbakugou - after all this time : in which Fred returns three years later, and secrets are unearthed

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if anyone mentioned feels uncomfortable with me linking their work on here please lmk and i will remove it! <3

#harry potter #harry potter fanfic #harry potter recs #fic rec

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just finished updating all the hyper-links on my post as well as masterlist. please let me know if there are any issues with them!

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✧˖*°࿐ Pretending | D.M

Draco Malfoy x reader, angst

Summary: In which you watch as Draco slowly falls out of love with you, knowing there’s nothing you can do about it.

W/C: 782

a/n: this silly little blurb was inspired by Washing Machine Heart by Mitski!

You could tell by the way that he looked at you, that he was not yours anymore.

With every passing day, you found yourself alone in a corridor waiting for him to surprise you, to give you a kiss good-morning as you two would walk to get breakfast as you usually do. At first it was slow, he’d be five minutes late, then ten, thirty, but now – here you were. Alone in a corridor with nothing left but the memories of the boy who once loved you.

On the days that he used to take you to breakfast, he would make your tea just how you liked it. You’d drink it and smile, each morning, this small act of endearment was just enough. Enough for you to continue the day basking in the love that you and Draco had for each other.

The later he was to pick you up in the corridor, the more you’d have to remind him about how you liked your tea. He’d forget the sugar, he’d serve it without honey, and soon enough – just like the empty halls – you’d find yourself staring at an empty porcelain cup. Aching to fill it up with his love, but knowing that he wasn’t there anymore.

Whenever you’d have the privilege of running into him, he’d offer you a small smile. You’d run up to the platinum-haired boy, expecting him to give you a kiss on the nose like how he used to, but all he would do is stare. His eyes no longer full of the adoration they once had, but now empty and confused – as if you were a mere stranger.

But how were you to tell him that you know him? The way he’d look whenever he starts to fall asleep on the common room couch, the way his heart beats whenever you’d find yourself entangled in his arms underneath a willow tree, the way that his voice sounds like on rainy spring mornings. He was well too intertwined with you.

So you would scream it out. Your lungs burning as you yelled – all your anger coming out all at once. Your head pounding as you got louder and louder. Your fist ached as you collided with them into his chest. All he could do was stare. This was you shouting into the void, shouting “I love you,” and begging, “Take all of me; I give myself to you,” a testimony of love that would be cut off by his voice echoing all throughout your body.

“This isn’t you.”

And maybe he was right.

But you would try again, and again, and again, until you would get it right. Until you turned into something that he could look at without having to glance the other way. Until your tea becomes easier for him to memorize. Until the halls would be filled with the sound of his footsteps clashing with your own. You would trace his scars and make them yours, how was this not you? Your love was his to keep.

It took time, but soon enough you were there in his room again. His heavy breathing in the nape of your neck as you brushed your hands through his hair. You’d run your fingers through the knots, and would laugh when he’d complain. His hands softly rubbing circles onto your bare stomach as he would mumble incoherent words onto your skin.

He would whisper that he loves you and glare into your eyes. A lazy smile appearing on his face, but he was not looking at you.

And so you would cry into his bedsheets, you’d swear to yourself that you’d curse her name until the day you’d die, the scent of his pillow now drowning you as you make out her perfume. How could you have been so blind?

“It’s not me you want, is it?”

And he would nod.

You’d stare at your reflection in his eyes, but it wasn’t you anymore. Your face shifting into the image of her, your nose changing shape as your hair grew into the long cascading ray that fell upon her shoulders. Yes, he was looking into your eyes, kissing your shoulder blades, holding you tightly underneath the covers, but you weren’t what he was seeing.

A string of apologies would flow from out of his mouth, but it was not his fault. Here you were on a ledge, begging for him to help you, but all he could do was whisper her name into the piercing cold air. It brushes past your cheek as you let go.

And you’d fall into the water, holding onto the idea that maybe one day he could be yours again.

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