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rainydayathogwarts · 8 months

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neville longbottom smut

reader makes Neville cum in his pants at a party. warnings: dry humping, whimpering, public sex(?), swearing wc: around 0.9k

Your body sways to the music, the plastic cup in your hand spilling some of your drink onto your hand, but it only blends in with the shimmering glint of sweat on your skin. You're dancing with some girl you don't recognise, singing the words to a song at the top of your lungs. You look around, trying to spot your boyfriend in the crowd, to make sure he's not doing anything he shouldn't be, only to notice him sitting on an armchair next to the fireplace, his eyes already on you.

He meets your gaze and your body suddenly goes hot, despite the warmth from the alcohol that had already settled in. He was keeping an eye on you, butterbeer in hand, not focused on anything else. You grin, pushing your way through the dance floor until you finally stumble away from the crowd of sweaty bodies and into the more dispersed area of the busy common room. You giggle when you approach Neville, watching as his eyes run along you figure. You down the rest of your drink, putting the now empty cut next to what you assumed was the empty bottle butter beer Neville had already had. "You okay sweetheart?" He asks and you nod, shifting to stand between his legs.

He sits up straight to put his hands on the back of your thighs, pulling you slightly closer to him; the most affection he'd giving you tonight. He offers you a sip of butterbeer but you decline, watching as he brings his lips to the bottle, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows, before putting the bottle aside. You bring a hand up to play with his hair as your hips start moving again, the other arm on his shoulder. You look down at the boy below you and sigh in pleasure as his hands start moving up and down your thighs.

His head leans on your lower stomach, his attention caught by the dancing bodies. You furrow your eyebrows, glancing over at the dance floor to look at all the girls in their tight dresses. You huff. The hand you have in his hair closes moderately into a fist and you tug it backwards slightly, making Neville look up at you, only to be met by your lips slamming down onto his. He moans loudly, his hands on your thighs moving so his arms can wrap around you.

His mouth immediately opens to welcome your tongue in and you put your weight onto him, pushing him back into the armchair as you climb onto him, your legs coming on either side of his thighs as you straddle him. Neville whimpers, the sound drowned by the music, his arms tightly wrapping themselves around your waist to pull you impossibly closer. And he does, dragging you across his lap so your panty-clad cunt grinds against his fully clothed dick.

You both moan into each other, and you feel your boyfriend's usually gentle hands travel down to your ass, roughly gripping it. You grind against Neville once more to see how comfortable he is with this, and he separates from the kiss to gasp for air, his mouth open in a silent moan. Your eyes scan the room, checking to see if you had attracted anyone's unwanted eyes, but your attention is brought back to Neville, who tugs your dress further down your thighs, having ridden up when you straddled him.

When you make eye contact with him again, his eyes are begging you to continue your movements and so is the tent in his pants. You push your hips down onto his and moan quietly, biting your lip. Neville's eyes widen and he looks around for a second before turning his attention back to you, a hand coming behind your neck to pull you into a kiss, the other one pushing your hips into his.

He gently humps his hips up into yours to encourage your movements, grunting as though he has never had your legs spread for him, and you dig your face into the crook of his neck, letting out a breathy moan. Your hot breath on his neck sends shivers down Neville's spine and he pants, leaning his head on your shoulder and looking down through the top of your dress. He whines, eyes widening at the sight of your tits, his hands immediately coming up to grope them. You let out a high pitched moan when he squeezes one of your perky nipple, hips bucking into his desperately, so that your pussy grinds right against the tent in his jeans, feeling the imprint of his cock against you.

Neville bites your shoulder to cover the loud whimpers that come out of him, hands gripping your thighs as he roughly bucks his hips into yours. That's when you feel the wetness on his jeans, this time not coming from you, and you grin proudly, pulling Neville into a kiss. He returns the kiss, still panting, his hands now softly caressing your sides. When you both separate from the kiss and Neville finally catches his breath, he says "How about we go upstairs and I can finish you off?"

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longbottomlove · 2 months

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first time || n.l.

warnings: smut!

neville and y/n had been dating for about a year at that point, nothing crazy. they’d shared little kisses and hugs, maybe a tiny make out sesh a couple times. the little bit of tongue, heavy breathing kind that every guy dreamed about having with his crush.

but she wasn’t his crush. she was his girlfriend. he loved her. and she loved him. it was simple like that. they’d never tried anything further than kissing because they didn’t need to.

neville tried to be the respectful gentleman y/n deserved, but a nagging problem was starting to arise.

every time they kissed for longer than three seconds, shared a close hug(the kind that had her boobs pressed against his chest), or even if y/n cracked a dirty joke to pull a laugh out from their friends, he had a boner. it was hard to hide and hard to make it go away. neville was a virgin and had no clue what to do.

and then there were the dreams. dreams about his girlfriend. dreams where she was kissing him, touching him, speaking to him in a hushed whisper, neville we have to be quiet. neville we’re gonna be caught. neville do you want me? neville wake up.

and wake up he would. every morning. sometimes he’d wake up to a tent in his pants. other times it would be a sticky mess he had to clean before starting the day.

worst of all was the guilt. godric, the guilt. thinking all of these foul things about someone who had no part in causing it felt criminal. it made him feel gross and pervy. he knew he had to tell you.

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“uh.. y/n?” he forced out. “i..uh. i have to tell you something,”

this was it. the moment she would dump him. poor little neville who had finally gotten a girlfriend was going to be dumped. his heart was racing, palms clammy and shiny with sweat.

y/n followed him into his dorm, taking a seat on the bed like he gestured her to do. she was confused. so confused. was he gonna dump her, did he cheat?

“so what was it you wanted to tell me?” y/n asked, eyes glued to her feet.

“well,” neville started. “i’ve, i’ve been having these thoughts. and they’re gross and about you. and i dunno, i just had to tell you because ikeephavingdirtydreamsaboutyouandimsorry,”

“what?”

neville looked at the girl in confusion. like she couldn’t have possibly not heard him and he didn’t wanna say it again.

“i keep having dirty dreams about you. and im sorry,” he repeated.

a sharp silence overtook the room. she hated him now. she had to. he had confessed his disgusting thoughts to her. he was done for. would she tell a Professor? Snape or McGonagall maybe? would he be expelled for repulsive behavior? or would he just be laughed at by all her friends?

a painful minute of silence rushed through the room, ended only by a sharp cry of laughter. she was laughing! neville didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing but he soon joined in and began chuckling himself.

“oh my god,” y/n started. “i can’t breathe! i cant, i cant,”

after a good four or five minutes y/n finally looked up from her laughing position and looked at her boyfriend. “that’s normal, nev,” she said.

“what?” neville squeezed out.

“to have dreams like that, it’s normal. i’d be concerned if you didn’t have those dreams,”

neville was very confused to say the least. his thoughts were gross… and here she was saying it’s okay.

“and like,” neville started, “every time we like, kiss and stuff, i get a- erm..”

“a what, love?”

neville vaguely gestured to his crotch, hoping she’d get what he meant.

“ohhhhhh. yeah… that’s normal too i think,”she said. neville was relieved to say the least.

it was nearing dinner time, and y/n had promised to sit with hermione and ginny during the meal. she pecked neville on the cheek and started towards the door. she was almost out when she heard a soft voice call out to her.

“y/n?”

“yeah, baby?”

“could you… maybe stay?”

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dreamingonfilm · 1 year

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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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slaymybreathaway · 4 months

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WASTELAND BABY! (Chapter Three)

Chapter List Masterlist 📼

Word Count: 1k

Content: sexual innuendo, friendly banter, Neville being all cute and flustered

September 5th ○ Gryffindor Dorms

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"Ron get up" Harry shook the sleeping figure of his best friend and watched as his one of his eyes opened, his long red hair still splayed across the pillow.

The rest of the boys were already up, having been woken by the bell rining in the corridoor fifteen minutes prior.

"Lemmesleeparry," Ron mumbled before turning onto his other side. Harry rolled his eyes, though he had grown used to this over years.

"Tell him that he'll miss breakfast," Dean laughed from where he was making his bed on the other side of the room. "That should get him up quick enough,"

"Or..." Seamus buttoned up his shirt before grabbing his pillow and holding it up, a michevious smirk on his face.

The other three boys realised what he was getting at and picked up their pillows, quietly walking over to Ron's bed. Seamus counted down from three on his fingers before they all jumped on the bed, bashing the sleeping boy with their pillows.

Ron covered his head with his hands, in a futile attempt to protect himself from the suprise attack. Feathers flew around the room as laughter erupted from the attackers, only stopping once Ron held up his hand in surrender. "Alright alright! I'm up, I'm up!"

Seamus, Dean, Harry and Neville retreased back to their own beds, still chuckling to themselves as a loud knock sounded on the door.

"Shay, you in there?" The sound of an Irish accent made Neville turn his head towards the door quicker than a racing broom.

"Yeah, come in Y/n" Seamus called out from where he was digging through his trunk.

The door opened and in walked y/n, carrying a small pile of clothes. She put them on Seamus' bed, not noticing Neville trying to fix his hair as much as he could.

It had been a few days since their dance on the top of the astronomy tower that had made his affections for her stronger than ever.

"Ma put these in with my stuff before we left. She leave anything with you?" She asked, peering over her brothers shoulder into his trunk. It was often that their mother got their clothes mixed up while doing the laundry.

"I don't understand why there's a charm on the stairs to the girl's dorms but not the boy's. What if we weren't decent or something?" Ron muttered grumpily as he sat on the edge of his bed, pulling on a pair of grey socks.

Y/n turned to face him. "Dumbledore trusts us more than you bunch of perverts I suppose," she let out a laugh, crossing her arms. "Besides, if you weren't decent, Ron, I doubt there'd be much for me to look at anyways,"

A smirk climbed onto the girl's face as a chorus of "oooh" sounded across the room. A red blush started to connect the freckles on Ron's cheeks as he stuttered trying to defend himself.

Inbetween fits of laughter, Harry handed Ron the glass of water from his nightstand. "You'll need this, mate"

"For what?" He looked up at his friend in confusion.

"To cool down that burn!!" Dean called out, both of his hands cupped around his mouth to project his voice, the room erupted into laughter once more.

"Oh shut up," Ron rolled his eyes and walked straight to bathroom.

Laughter died down as everyone went back to what they were doing. Seamus pulled a couple of t-shirts out of his trunk and set them down on the bed. "Here, these are yours... and, em," he spoke embarrasedly "so is this,"

Y/n watched as Seamus picked a black bra out of his trunk like it was a contaminated object and flung it towards her. Her face immediatley went red with embarrasment as she tucked the bra away under her jumper in an attempt to hide it.

It was poinless though, because Dean let out a whistle from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed. "C'mon y/n/n, show and tell," he joked.

"Piss off Deano," she cracked into a laugh before picking up her other clothes from the bed and started to leave. "Hey Nev, I need to drop these back to my dorm. Will you save a seat in the Great Hall for me?"

Neville looked up from where he was studying his timetable for the year and gave y/n a smile. "Yeah of course,"

Seamus' eyes glanced between all of his friends' faces in suspicion. He waited till his sister had left the room and was out of earshot before turning back to his mates. "You guys better have had a good look because that's it," he spoke just as Ron walked back into the dorm, toothbrush in hand.

"That's what?" Harry asked, confused.

All of the boys turned their heads to Seamus for an answer.

Seamus crossed his arms before speaking "Y/n's off limits, starting now," he nodded decidedly.

Neville looked at Seamus with confusion. What did he mean off limits?

"What? That's crazy! we wouldn't go after your sister," Dean shot back, a look of shock on his face.

"Speak for yourself, Thomas." Ron scoffed, a smirk on his face. Seamus, who's face was turning quite red, was about to speak up before Harry interrupted him.

"Do you think if I asked her out she'd say yes. You know, because I'm The Chosen One and all," he grinned, sharing a look with Ron. Of course neither of them was serious, they were just trying to get on Seamus' nerves... and it was working.

Once Dean realised what they were doing, he chimed in too. "On second thought, she does give me the look sometimes"

Seamus almost had smoke almost blowing out of his ears at this stage, but before he exploded he turned to Neville. "I suppose you wanna get in on this aswell, Longbottom?" He asked.

A state of panic came over Neville and he could feel the colour drain from his face. "What? I don't wanna say anything!" He held his hands up.

Seamus' anger was halted as he flung one of his arms around Neville's shoulders. "See! Longbottom's the only one with the decency to not want to snog my sister!" He smiled, pointing at Neville between every word.

Nevilles face went from white as a ghost to red as a tomato in a matter of seconds and he felt his heart racing in his chest.

Only if he knew...

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vilentia · 8 months

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Love's Bloom

Neville Longbottom x reader

Summary: In the Hogwarts greenhouse, a heartfelt connection blossomed.

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Neville stood amidst the vibrant flora of the Hogwarts greenhouse, his hands carefully tending to a delicate Mandrake leaf. He was always at peace here, surrounded by the beauty and serenity of the magical plants he loved so dearly. But today, his heart fluttered with a different kind of magic.

As he lost himself in the rhythmic dance of leaves and petals, the soft footsteps of someone approaching caught his attention. He turned, his eyes meeting yours, and a warm smile blossomed across his face. There you were, the person who made his heart race faster than a Golden Snitch.

"Hey, Neville," you greeted him, your voice as sweet as a melody. The gentle hum of the Hogwarts castle in the background seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little world.

"Hello," he replied, his cheeks tinted with a soft blush that matched the vibrant hues of the flowers around you. "I didn't expect to see you here today."

You stepped closer, the delicate scent of blooming petals filling the air. "I wanted to find you," you admitted, your eyes locking onto his. "There's something I've been meaning to say."

Neville's heart skipped a beat, and he gently set aside the Mandrake leaf he'd been tending to. "What is it?" he asked, his voice laced with anticipation.

Your fingers reached out, lightly brushing against his as you closed the distance between you. "Neville, you're perfect to me," you whispered, your eyes shimmering with sincerity. "Everything about you, your kindness, your strength, your passion for magical plants—it all makes you perfect in my eyes."

Neville's heart swelled with emotion, and he took your hand in his, his touch as tender as the caress of a petal. "And you," he began, his gaze unwavering, "you're the magic in my world, the melody in my heart. You're perfect to me too."

In that moment, surrounded by the enchanting beauty of the greenhouse, you and Neville shared a love that was as timeless and enduring as the most resilient of magical plants. It was a love that, much like the song of a heart, would forever echo its sweet, perfect tune.

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btsbabe7 · 5 months

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November Prompt 21: Crisp Air

Words: 905 | Pairing: Neville Longbottom x reader

In the distance, you can make out Neville’s frame hunched on a bench in front of the main greenhouse. Thick brown vines trailing across the giant frosted windows hug the structure behind him and the morning horizon peeks just beyond it. The view is breathtaking, but you can’t bring yourself to stop staring at him.

Your close footsteps draw his attention from the book in his hands and up towards you. His thick brown hair is blowing in the soft morning winds and he shoves his book away, immediately coming off the bench to greet you with a warm smile. His gloved hands rest on your cheeks and he leans down to plant a soft kiss on your lips, warming you more than you’d been with your hands shoved inside your coat pockets on the walk over. When he pulls away, his ocean blue eyes gaze into yours and you get lost in them until the crisp morning air rushes over the both of you. The moment you shiver against him, he reaches into his bag for the extra greenhouse keys he’d managed to get from Professor Sprout at the beginning of the year.

“Next class isn’t due til noon, so we have plenty of time to study,” he grunts while pushing the heavy door open with his shoulder. With a sigh, he turns back toward you, following your lead after you step inside. Shortly after, he locks the door from the inside. “But I don’t understand why you want to study dittany, we’re far more advanced than that.”

You take in the warmth of the greenhouse. All the sunlight that seems to have disappeared over the week has been absorbed inside the frosted glass walls. Everywhere you turn there’s plant pots, soil and fertilizer bags or some green herb growing lushly. It makes you smile, makes you happy to be able to witness life in this form when everything outside of here is withering away and growing colder with winter fast approaching.

You peel your coat off, then your gloves and scarf and earmuffs and toss them on the only empty table you can find before turning to see your boyfriend’s look of confusion.

“Come on, Nev,” you purr softly. “Warm me up a bit?”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip the moment he slips out of his coat and drops everything on the ground before scurrying to you. Neville steps in front of you, allowing his fingertips to curl against the hairs at the nape of your neck before pulling you into an open-mouthed kiss.

He’s gotten loads more attention now due to his changing looks, but you’ve had the real luxury of watching him grow older over the years. His puffy cheeks were the first to go, eventually rounding out into a sculpted, chiseled jawline and soon after, his body had done the same, leaving him with nothing but pure muscle that threatened to tear through the white button up he’d failed to replace. And though he had many physical changes, his kindness and courage and care for you always remained, and that’s what you love most.

You hop on top of the table, shaking a few pots in the neighboring potting tables which gains a laugh from the both of you. And once you’ve steadied yourself, you glide your hands over his, which had dropped to your waist during your kiss. Then, you trail up his wrists and slowly over his biceps until you reach his shoulder blades. You work your fingers tenderly into the knots that always form there and he grunts loudly in relief.

“You’re doing it again, aren’t you?” You moan. “Carrying all the plant pots for the first years?”

He bows his head in shame, knowing that he told you he’d stop two weeks ago.

“You know how heavy those pots can get, Y/n, and they’re so small. It reminds me of us seven years ago,” he admits.

“Nev, you promised. It’s admirable, truly, but you’re neglecting your own body.”

“I can handle it,” he whispers and leans in closer, looking you straight in the eyes with a smirk. “Besides, I have you to rub out all the kinks and knots.”

You scoff softly before giggling against his touch and pulling him closer. He rests his head against your shoulder, his breath steadying against rhe goosebumps that have prickled across your skin.

“Y/n?” He breathes.

“Mhm?”

“I want you to stay with me over the break,” he answers, pulling back to see the clear excitement and nervousness on your face.

In all the years of dating, he’d never asked, and during the times you’d begged him, he always said he didn’t want to intrude on you and your time with your family; though, he didn’t even have his own anymore.

“Yes. Yes! Of course I’ll come, Nev,” you exclaim and rest your hands against his collarbones.

“Y/n,” he says again and you gaze up into his eyes once more. “I’m absolutely head over heels in love with you.”

You blush hard as he brushes your tears away and pulls your lips back against his. In that kiss, you both make a silent vow to never abandon each other. And that vow, in a world where anything can be frigid and crisp on the outside, having the ability to lean on each other for warmth whenever you may need it feels absolutely amazing, just as love should.

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lessons in apparition

“your girl” series: part 1 | part 2 | (part 3)

(can be read as a standalone)

pairing: neville longbottom x fem!reader word count: 1.9k tags: rated G, house-neutral reader, outsider POV, fluff, pre-relationship, injury mentioned but not in explicit detail, Y/N used summary: neville jumps to your rescue during an apparition lesson gone wrong. note: set in sixth year, it’s less neville’s friends knowing he’s stupidly in love with you and more so neville’s friends knowing you’re both stupidly in love with each other. i skimmed over chapter 18 of HBP for canon compliancy’s sake, and i had a lot of fun writing this one. enjoy and thanks for reading! request: (anon) “Can I ask for a part 3 of your girl/part 2 of crush where we get more moments of nevilles friends knowing he's in love but in later years? The series is some of the best writing I've seen on Tumblr and you're so talented <3″ [x] (crossposted here to AO3)

“I’m just saying, Ronald, it wouldn’t kill you to be a little more—”

“Ronald, it wouldn’t kill you to be a little more—”

“Oh, mocking me again? Hilarious, really. That one certainly never gets old.”

“It’s not my fault you’re too bloody uptight to take a joke!”

“And it’s not my fault you’re too empty-headed to come up with anything original!”

Harry sighed as Ron and Hermione descended into yet another petty fight. They’d been at each other’s throats for months now, ever since Lavender had firmly attached herself to Ron’s side (and attached her mouth to his mouth, constantly), and Harry was getting quite tired of it.

It was Saturday morning—the morning of their second Apparition lesson—and despite the fact that the three of them had walked to the Great Hall together, Ron and Hermione had been so busy having a spat that they hadn’t said a single word to Harry the whole way there. So it wasn’t at all surprising that neither of them seemed to notice when Harry stepped away and swiftly headed off in the opposite direction.

He loved Ron and Hermione dearly, of course, but if he had to listen to them fight for a single minute longer he was certain he’d go insane.

The wooden hoops were already spread out on the floor and all the other sixth years chattered amongst themselves as they filtered into the Hall and found their places. Harry was careful not to trip as he weaved through the room, scanning his classmates for a friendly face. He would’ve liked to have taken the chance to eavesdrop on Malfoy again, just like the previous lesson, but he and his Slytherin cronies weren’t present yet.

“Oh, hello, Harry!”

Harry turned to find Neville waving happily at him. You were also there at Neville’s side, as you often were, and you sent Harry a smile. Harry let out a breath of relief and walked over. Perhaps he was only trading one pair of oblivious friends for another, but at least the two of you were actually pleasant to be around.

“Hey, Neville, Y/N. Mind if I stand with you guys?” Harry asked.

“‘Course not, you’re always welcome. Are Ron and Hermione still…?” Neville trailed off with a grimace.

“Being complete dunderheads?” Harry filled in. “Yes, unfortunately.”

You and Neville peered across the Great Hall over Harry’s shoulder, where said dunderheads were still arguing. Ron’s face was flushed red with anger and Hermione’s hand gestures had become increasingly animated. People were starting to cast odd looks their way, and Professor McGonagall was already approaching with a stern expression. Presumably to break up their squabble and take away house points.

“Goodness. They fight like an old married couple,” you commented.

“A miserable old married couple,” Neville said.

Harry thought the comparison was a bit ironic. If any two students at Hogwarts acted like an old married couple, it was you and Neville—but in a more wholesome and heartwarming way. So much so that it was a little sickening at times.

Neville made your tea for you each morning at breakfast, just the way you like it. You straightened his tie and fixed his hair without being asked. You finished each other’s sentences and cry-laughed at inside jokes no one else could ever hope to understand.

Frankly, Harry thought it was almost offensive that you and Neville weren’t dating already, as did everyone else who knew the two of you. But whatever. It wasn’t exactly any of his business. And anyway, these days Harry already had to deal with enough unresolved romantic tension just by being in proximity of Ron and Hermione.

“Do either of you reckon anyone will actually manage to Apparate today?” Harry asked conversationally as the Heads of Houses gathered at the front of the Great Hall and began calling for everyone to ready up and find a hoop.

“Well it certainly won’t be me. But Padma told me she felt a ‘tugging sensation’ during the last lesson. She seems really determined,” you offered. “What about you, Harry? Nev said you’ve done it once before. Maybe you’ll pick it up quicker since you already know what it’s like.”

“Only a Side-Along,” Harry clarified. “I’m not keen to do it again, honestly. It felt awful. I’d rather take a broom if I need to go anywhere. Or, y’know, use my legs.”

“That’s understandable,” you said, nodding. “I’m still excited to learn how to Apparate, though. It must be so useful to pop from one place to another just like”—you snapped your fingers—“that.”

“I just hope no one gets Splinched again this time around,” Neville said with a little shudder. “Seeing Susan’s leg like that was—”

“—ghastly,” you finished. “Poor Susan.”

The sixth years in the Hall quieted down as Wilkie Twycross, the Apparition instructor from the Ministry, stepped forward and welcomed everyone to their second lesson. Without anymore preamble, he dove straight into the same lecture he had given a week before. Remember the three D’s! Destination, Determination, Deliberation!

Neville sarcastically mouthed along, making you giggle. In turn, Neville beamed at you like you’d hung all the stars in the sky. And Harry, watching the whole display, didn’t know whether the sugary sweetness of it made him want to smile or throw up. Still, your and Neville’s affection was leagues better than Ron and Hermione’s antagonism. So he really couldn’t complain.

Just like the week prior, the first few Apparition attempts yielded a great deal of staggering and stumbling, but nothing more. Harry still didn’t feel any sort of tugging or tingling. He just felt a bit silly, staring at a wooden hoop and spinning in place time after time to absolutely no avail.

“Merlin!” you huffed after the seventh attempt. “Why do we even have to twirl like this? I swear I’ve seen people Disapparate without twirling.”

Standing between you and Harry, Neville had squeezed his eyes shut and bent forward to rest his hands on his knees, trying to ride out his dizziness. “I dunno. Aesthetic and flare?” he guessed.

You snorted. “Imagine!”

“Determination!” Twycross was reminding everyone from the front of the Hall. “Feel the yearning to occupy the hoop throughout your body, mind, and soul. Let it overcome you.”

Nearby, Seamus had sprawled out on the floor with a defeated expression, and Professor Flitwick was worriedly holding a conjured bin in front of Terry’s face, which had turned a concerning shade of green.

After a short recess, the sixth years collected themselves as best they could and readied up for another go. There was a distinct, mounting tension in the air. This would be the class’s eighth attempt. Nothing had happened yet, but the trend had to break eventually. The question was who would be the first, and how.

Though Harry knew the universe had a penchant for repeatedly placing him in extraordinary situations at the center of everyone’s attention, he really, really hoped it wouldn’t be him. He would be just fine if he never Apparated again in his life, thank you very much.

“Alright, students. Once again, on my count,” Twycross announced. “One… two… THREE!”

There was a loud CRACK, followed by a shriek of pain.

Harry whipped around to see you standing in your hoop, teetering in place, with one of your shoes sitting a short distance away. But it wasn’t just your shoe. It was your shoe with the foot still inside, just past the ankle.

Neville shouted in alarm. There was a second CRACK. And all of the sudden, Neville was also standing in your hoop, wrapping his arms around you to keep you from toppling over.

“PROFESSOR!” he yelled as you held onto him with a death grip, crying into the front of his sweater.

It was unclear which professor Neville was calling out for, but it didn’t seem to matter. Out of the four Heads of Houses in the Great Hall, it was Snape who happened to be the closest, and he quickly strode over in a great billowing mass of black robes. To general astonishment, Neville didn’t flinch or shrink away. He barely even glanced at Snape. All of his care and concern was focused entirely on you.

With a sharp wave of his wand, Professor Snape cast the proper spell, which shot off with a bang and a puff of purple smoke. Once the smoke cleared, Harry saw that your foot had been firmly reattached to your leg, though you still whimpered and clung to Neville.

The rest of the sixth years in the Hall, who had all been watching in silent shock, started to murmur. Harry rushed over to you and Neville.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” he asked.

“I-I think— I think I need to sit down,” you stammered through your tears.

Neville immediately lowered you to the floor, not releasing his hold on you. Harry followed, dropping to his knee as the three of you huddled together. You trembled fiercely.

“Do you need to be escorted to the hospital wing, Miss L/N?” Snape asked, his voice even and unexpressive. You had been one of his more competent Potions students when he was still teaching the subject, which was enough to spare you from his usual nastiness, apparently, despite Neville and Harry’s presence: Snape’s two least favorite students.

You shook your head, sniffling and wiping at your cheeks.

“Are you sure? Even for a Calming Draught?” Neville asked worriedly, patting you down as if checking for any other missing pieces.

“No, no. Just… give me a minute,” you breathed. “I’m okay. I’ll be okay.”

Snape stepped away, allowing you to collect yourself. Neville rubbed his hands up and down the sides of your arms, and Harry placed one of his own hands on your knee, giving it a supportive little pat. He wasn’t too adept at comforting other people, but he tried.

“Sir! I think Longbottom just Apparated!” someone from the crowd finally called out to Twycross, and the murmurs exploded into excited, noisy chatter.

“Longbottom? No way!”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Oh, come on!”

“I saw it! He Apparated!”

“It’s true, Longbottom Apparated!”

Neville frowned and glanced around at all the gawking students. “What? No I didn’t.”

“Yeah you did, mate,” Harry said. Despite the fact that he still felt rather shaken by the whole ordeal, a wide grin had worked its way onto his face. “You didn’t even have to do a spin.”

You laughed wetly in Neville’s arms. “I knew it. The twirls are useless.”

Twycross had wandered over to peer at the lot of you on the floor, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Ah, yes. An excellent example of sufficient determination at work,” he said. He turned to address the other sixth years. “Your whole entire being must want to move to your desired location, and you must be unwavering in that want. Now, while Apparition may come easier in moments of high emotion, it will do all of you well to remember…”

Harry tuned out the rest of Twycross’s lecture, suppressing an eye roll, and looked back to you and Neville.

Neville had turned quite pink, and the enamored smile you were directing his way certainly didn’t help matters. Harry’s own face heated in embarrassment at the sight, feeling as though he was suddenly intruding on something far too tender for his own eyes. He quickly removed his hand from your knee. You didn’t seem to notice.

“You know you’re amazing, right?” you said to Neville.

“I didn’t really do anything—”

“Don’t,” you said gently, and reeled him in for a hug. Harry heard a muffled thank you against Neville’s shoulder. He took a shaky breath and held you tighter in response.

Harry stood and returned to his hoop, leaving you and Neville behind for a moment of privacy. Yeah, that was enough unresolved romantic tension for him today.

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downtoncoquetteroach · 2 months

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AN: Hi everyone, I hope all of you are having a good year so far. This chapter is an eventful one, so, there is a lot going on, I hope you don't get intimidated by the size of it because that's a real concern to me. I think at the beginning of this I just wanted to make a pure smut short story but this got out of hand and this is slow burning HARD, so please be patient. Thanks for reading! I love you all!!!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6:

☁️Loud whispers ☁️

The b side of the record kept turning around for a while before Neville realized that the music had stopped. He was holding y/n in his arms and that was all he wanted. Could he allow himself to imagine how everything would be if he found the courage to confess his feelings for her? But she just said that she wanted to be with Fred. He didn't need to inflict extra torture to his heart with ridiculous scenarios in his head.

Y/n we should go to bed, the old man in the chimney is not bringing anything to you otherwise.

She smiled with her eyes closed, Neville had been mocking about muggle Christmas since she told him all about it. She just hummed in response.

C'mon babe, I'll help you

The pet name sent shivers through her spine but Neville was oblivious to his little tongue slip and after turning off the turntable he took her in his arms with little effort and started taking her upstairs. She was having trouble defining if that was part of her dreams or really happening, all she could do was hold tight on Neville's neck. He put her down to open her room door and walked her to bed. She was sitting on the edge of the bed like a puppet with her hair covering her face but when she finally opened her eyes she could see him clearly, he was on his knees really carefully taking her shoes off, his soft hair covering his eyes, his beautiful nose and lips shining in the moonlight... tenderness overcame her will and she murmured

You really look like a prince

He stopped, he could hear his heart pounding hard almost coming out of his mouth, he raised his head and looked at her, she was smiling with a strange twinkle in her eyes. He slowly put her hair behind her ear, his fingers caressing her skin, she closed her eyes at the contact, he was positive he could have kissed her but he just couldn't bring himself to do it, he was really nervous, his hands almost trembling, so he sighed heavily instead, letting go on the moment.

She opened her eyes a bit disappointed and watched him stand but, before he turned to walk out she took his hand

Stay with me?

He nodded silently.

It was certainly not weird for them to sleep together, but this time felt particularly different from the others.

She took the side by the wall and as soon as he got inside the bed with her they embraced tightly as they sometimes did, but they could hear each others hearts pounding fast at the same rate so they just lay down like that for a lot of time, no talking but no sleeping either, both souls tortured by the need of retaining the moment, they thought that if they didn't moved the night could last longer.

But before sunrise there was a weird motor noise coming from outside the window and then, a particular knock on the crystal. Y/n woke startled, it couldn't be. He wouldn't. She couldn't explain why but she already knew it was him, when she pulled out the curtains she wasn't surprised to see Fred Weasley riding a flying motorcycle and smiling and waving as if it was an everyday thing.

With her stomach sinking she opened the window.

Merry Christmas sweetheart

Godric's beard! what on earth are you doing here?!

Oh I adore when people whisper loudly, it's so contradictious.

It's really not funny, my neighbors could see you! You could be in so much trouble!!

No I could not, baby girl, Bill sorted that out, now could you please get on? And don't argue with me, I'm serious.

Y/n was very susceptible to Fred's commands, besides, even if she tried to hide it, her heart was really coming out of her chest in excitement, she was about to put a foot on the window but then she turned to see Neville sleeping, she couldn't leave him, she had to tell him but what would he say? Would he be mad? Would he ask her to stay? FUCK

Fred's hand reached to her's, he had a pleading look on his face.

It has to be quick ok? I have to come back soon.

Whatever you want love.

Y/n discovered that she hated heights and not just brooms. She was clinging to Fred's waist with her whole life and begging for him to come down to earth as soon as possible. She didn't even know for how long they actually fly, the time seemed so eternal over there, she was actually starting to have problems breathing, a panic attack or just the cold air? Who knew, but she was relieved when they landed on a field, just in time to see the sunrise.

Are you ok y/n? You look pale.

It's just... We need to go back without flying, I hate flaying!

Yeah, I had a hunch, more like some scratches... - he was smiling, dark Shadows around his eyes but he seemed happy. Y/n looked around trying to relax

So, what are we doing here?

Ugh, don't you have an ounce of romanticism in your beautiful body love?

Be serious Fred Weasley! - she stopped in the middle of her scold, couldn't help but beam at him the same way he was incontrolable smirking.

He came closer to her, took her by the hand, his thumb softly caressing her skin, she was astonished, losing her mind at the gentle kiss he put on her cheek while whispering in her ear

I just wanted to see you

Y/n felt so unreal, here she was, Christmas morning in what it looks like to be the outside of Cotswolds, being a hostage of her forever crush Fred Weasley who came flying in a bloody motorcycle just because he wanted to see her!?!? She was about to scream and faint and throw up and pee herself.

He was about to kiss her but something inside her heart made her stoped him.

Wait, I can't, Im, I need to figure out, I mean it's just that I'm not totally sure this is a good idea

What?! Why!?

It's just, there's something bothering me, but I don't know how to say it...no I actually do know WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU AFTER THAT NIGHT?? IT BROKE MY HEART TO WAKE UP ALONE IT FELT LIKE SHIT

oh...

She didn't mean to scream at him it was just an impulse, if she didn't take it she might have never face him like that ever

I'm actually quite embarrassed about that, it was horrible, but I didn't know what to do or if you wanted me there in your bed, I was also worried about the dirty things I said, there were a few I've never ever said before and I didn't know what to do it was weird, I'm truly sorry love, it wasn't my intention to hurt you

It's just, I felt used, and after that you acted like if you regretted it

I could never! I mean I have show you how much I don't regret it - Fred raised an eyebrow and made a pause waiting for her to laugh but she remained serious so he kept going - and I'll show you again I would gladly show you for the rest of my life, but, it was just the embarrassment and...WAIT! AFTER THAT YOU CAME OUT OF MY BROTHERS DORMITORY SO YOU DEFINITELY HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO TOO!

I was just with Neville!

Yeah but you spent the night with him, that's certainly unusual

It's not

Wait wait wait, you were with him right now weren't you? He was in YOUR bed!?

He was, but nothing happened, nothing has ever happened we are...- y/n stoped right on her track's, she couldn't lie. Even if every night before was innocent, this night in particular wasn't. Neville could have kissed her, she wanted him to kiss her so badly... But he didn't and that broke y/n's heart. She asked him to stay bcoz she couldn't resist the need of having him close to her, to smell his clothes, to feel his arms around her, to hear his heart and feel his breathing in her hair, she wanted him so badly she didn't made the slightliest move in the whole night because of nervousness. She couldn't say they were just friends anymore because this between them meant so much more to her now.

Fred interrupted her thoughts

It's alright I know, you are just friends its fine, I'll take it. Be my girlfriend. Be her friend BUT BE MY GIRLFRIEND. What do you say?

She was speechless. Fred kept going

I know I'm not boyfriend material, my sister just said that and I know she's right, she's bloody right as always, but damn it, I want to be, I can learn, I'm fast and smart as hell and I know we fight a lot but I think that's kinda hot!? Anyway I can learn how to not fight If you want, I just hate that I hurt you and I don't want to push you away, please y/n be my girlfriend you won't regret it I swear.

Fred I'm...-y/n didn't know what to say, she felt her heart split in two, she wanted Fred so badly all those years, but now all she could think about was Neville.

You are not sure, right, ok just don't say no, I tell you what, we can date, give me a month, I can convince you in a month I'm sure all your doubts will be gone once you taste the sweet Weasley premium treatment, what do you say sweetheart can you give me a month?

Gosh as if I could say no, you are bloody persistent and annoying I can barely hear my own thoughts!- she was smiling again, how could she deny anything to him? A month would be perfect to figure it out the mess in her heart.

He took her back home in the muggle way, it was considerably more enjoyable. She invited him to stay for breakfast but he was in a hurry, George and Bill agreed to cover for him so Mrs Weasley wouldn't notice Fred's absence, so he gave her a kiss and then he pushed a bottom in the machine and disappeared in the blue sky.

Y/n's grandma was already up in the kitchen with a cup of tea, a weird expression behind her golden glasses. Y/n was suddenly nervous, something was going on. She approached the kitchen table slowly.

Sorry grand, it was a friend, he wanted to see me on Christmas, I didn't mean to wake you up - maybe I can wake Neville too so we can all open the gifts together?

Her grand remained silent for a moment and then she expressed in the most mortifying tone

You know dear, I might not be used to flying motorcycles but I can recognize a broken heart when I see it.

Huh?

They looked at each other for a moment and then, something inside y/n broke. She raced upstairs to check the rooms. They were empty. Neville was gone.

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It was funny how sometimes Neville was just carried away by a feeling or a thought and felt so sure of the decisions he needed to take. Most of the time he hesitated but there were moments where he just knew. This was one of them.

As soon as y/n left with Fred he took his things, apologized to y/n's grandma and left the house. He took the knockturn bus and went to London, to San Mungo's. He spent the day with his mom and dad, his grandma came by the end of the visit, she wasn't surprised to see him there. She acted normal, as if this was what they have planned. He told her he would be back to Hogwarts, to catch up with some homework and take care of some plants, she didn't try to dissuade him to come home, it was clear in his eyes that he needed to be alone but before he got on the train she told him something that he would never forget

My boy there is a lot of things you have to work hard for, but love isn't one of them.

Neville was relieved to find himself alone all the way to Hogwarts because he couldn't hold the tears any longer. Even if he had zero expectations, even if he didn't dare to dream of getting the girl of his dreams, even when he came into this situation knowing he already lost, he was heartbroken.

Love. That word was nothing but something he was kept away from. The love of his parents, stolen away just because. The love of his nan always hidden from him so he would grow strong and not weak. But he was just so sensitive, thirsty for love and affection, it was so bad he went straight to fall for a girl who's heart was already taken. And he thought he could live in peace with that defeat but the moment she went away with Fred he knew he couldn't. Waiting for her to return felt like twisting the knife that was already in his heart. That grey morning he found that despite all odds he had a pride and he wasn't built to stay in the shadows, quiet and well behaved like a puppy. He was hurt and he was angry. Angry at himself, how did he not see this coming? The moment he became friends with her he put himself in such vulnerable position... He had always found her gorgeous and nice, but she seemed so far away even if she was kind and cared about him she was a stranger and a bit older so that should have been enough, but no, the moment he saw her dancing to one of his favorite records he was already hook, and what is worse, from the moment he was really interested, she was already taken. Time was a perfect way to test fate and it was always so clear that they weren't meant to be together it was almost laughable the way he insisted on falling for her while he was telling himself that they were just friends. Always so damn stupid.

He had been in the dept's of despear for hours, laying in his bed blissfully alone when a recognizable knock interrupted in the cold night. There was almost no one in the Gryffindor Tower so he was almost sure it was her, but he still wondered if it could be. He remained silent, then the knock insisted one more time and she spoke

Nev, if you are there please please answer, I'm really worried.

His heart jumped enthusiastically but he's mind knew better. He needed to be back on his track's, be more careful with his own feelings, set boundaries so he could survive this.

Please Nev, I'm sorry I ...

He opened the door immediately, he couldn't bare to listen an apology

Im ok, don't worry, it was an emergency at home so don't feel guilty, everything it's alright y/n, it was unnecessary for you to return so soon, I'm sorry I wasn't clear with the reason for my sudden departure.

He's eyes were swollen, it was horrible to see him like this.

But, Can I help with anything? Are you sure you are alright? You seem...

Actually yeah, I need time alone, to figure out things.

Sorry y/n, if you don't mind...

Yeah, ok, yeah, I'll be in my dorm if you need me ok?

Sure, thank you, good night.

Closing the door in her face was one of the hardest things he had ever done in his life, she looked as sad and confused as him and the need to make her feel better was hard to shut down. He needed this. They needed this. The distance would make everything clear and simple as it used to be.

The next day more students were back in school just in time for the Slytherin new years party, y/n was not in the mood to celebrate but she needed a distraction, so she made an effort to cover her swollen face, red eyes and pale skin and went to the dungeons in a little silver dress.

The music was loud in the crowded common room, the first thing she did was hurrying to the table in the corner and pour herself a drink, the act reminded her of the episode in the kitchen with Neville, her heart hurt at the memory, how could things be so different just from a few days before? He didn't wanted her around and she didn't wanted to give him another opportunity to reject her so she fulfilled his wishes staying out of his way. Soon enough she was half drunk, a few boys had hit on her from time to time but she had turned them all down. She missed Neville so badly, the music was just lame and he wasn't there to complain with, a few class mates from Hufflepuff and Slytherin had dropped by to catch up and she was just so bored with all of them. No one understood her jokes, she needed Neville so bad, it felt like a physical pain.

And then Ginny Weasley showed up.

After saying hello to the 90% of the crowd she came by to have a chat.

How you doing?

Y/n didn't even made and effort to seem happy and just made a gesture.

Oh that sounds lovely! - Ginny laughed - you look hot tho, why are you here alone?

Y/n raised her shoulders in response, having her mouth occupied with her sweet emerald drink.

How much have you take? And no, this time I will not take grunts for an answer.

Dunno, where are your friends? It's weird to see you alone...

I have a lot of friends you'll have to be more specific

I mean Luna and...

She couldn't even say his name, she already felt the tears trying to come up

Oh, well Luna is over there next to the dj, possibly trying to steal his position... obviously Neville is not coming, even if he felt better he would never

Have you seen him then?!

Yes

And!?!?? - y/n was no longer trying to hide her concern, she needed to know, she needed answers.

I'm sorry y/n all I can say is that he needs time. But he's ok. - Ginny noticed y/n's expression, she felt bad for her but also, a sudden thought altered her empathy

Why are you not asking about my brother?

Y/n's face turned red, fortunately Luna and some other girls aproched, one of them was tall and blonde, she was really loudly asking questions about every boy, wanting to know who was available and the other (a cute brunette with long hair) was just laughing at everything. Luna greeted y/n with a hug.

Hi y/n! You seem sad, if a had a fruit I would give it to you.

Oh, thanks Luna, I'm not...

WHY ARE YOU SAD??- y/n had the whole attention from all of them and she was feeling really uncomfortable.

I'm not, it's just new years and all that

ITS BECAUSE OF A BOY?! IS HE SINGLE?

Yeah, I mean no, he IS single, but is not THAT, he is my friend, he doesn't speak to me right now

BUT WHY, WHY DID YOU DO?!

y/n doubted for a second, but the alcohol in her system and her desperate need for answers were faster than her brain and all of the sudden she was explaining everything to the girls. It was really comforting to see their reactions when she told them the important parts and the confusion in their faces in the ones that were eating her inside. Ginny was quiet and Luna seemed distracted looking at the giant squid who was casually observing the party through the window. Y/n didn't felt offended, it was an astonishing scene.

BUT WAIT, ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT FRED WEASLEY? AND LONGBOTTOM? THE BOY YOU ARE ALWAYS WITH...

The brunette seemed to catch up just then and exclaimed

ARE YOU SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING REJECTING FRED BLOODY WEASLEY FOR NEVILLE??!!;!

SHSHSHSHSHHSS!!!

Draco, who was really close took interest in their conversation and came to talk to them

Did I just hear that someone is debating about Weasley and that useless Longbottom?

Ugh piss of Malfoy

Been telling everyone that you acted like a couple in love, but I can't actually believe that you would choose that useless clumsy joke of a wizard for a boyfriend if you have the chance to get Fred Weasley

RIGHT?! -the blonde was moving her eyelashes in an abnormal way and getting closer and closer to Draco.

The two of you are just idiots then - y/n couldn't control her rage at those horrible words towards Neville.

Neville is AMAZING, he has the best taste in music, he is incredibly sensitive and funny and his hands are sooo delicate and his fingers so long, his eyes are dreamy and he really knows how to listen and gives excellent advice, he is tall and his hair is thick and so black and soft and smells so damn good it makes you smile as soon as you wake up in the morning, his nose is long and cute and shows real character, his lips are so red and his smile sweet and he's so charming and he knows and IS lot of stuff that you could never dream and you'll never get to know because you don't deserve to know him, so cut the shit off you kidney stone wankers!!!

Obviously that was the moment the music had stopped. They were all silent and y/n felt her face burning.

Finally Draco said

Well, I think you have it all clear, Happy new year - he smiled and went for a drink. The two girls went after him.

Then, the impossible happened and the dj put an Oasis song.

Y/n could have laughed if she wasn't so busy crying.

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thestralluvr · 9 months

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The heart’s deepest desire.

Neville Longbottom x Reader

Y/N L/N was a very curious student, their boyfriend Neville Longbottom could definitely second that. They were always exploring about the castle and its grounds, searching for new findings each day. Usually they were accompanied by Neville, but nonetheless, he was always the first person they would go to whenever they found something new.

Which is what lead them to the Hogwarts Greenhouses, running up to the man himself pottering about to tell him about what could very well be their best find yet.

“Neville! There you are!” They exclaimed, out of breath. “Here I am! Are you alright there, love? You seem a little frazzled… oh! I know that look, what did you find this time?” He asked, excitedly.

They smiled with a tinge of blush on their cheeks, after all this time he still managed to make them flustered. “I think this may very well be my best find yet, Nev!” They declared.

“My darling, I’m positive you say that every time…” He laughed. “Well I mean it a whole lot more this time! You have to come see for yourself!” They took his hand in theirs, leading him through the grand castle.

“Wow, you sure did a lot of adventuring today that’s for sure!” Neville smiled. “It’s not that far to go I promise.” They had travelled down hidden stairs, walked cobweb-ridden corridors, and faced a loose Cornish Pixie or two before arriving in an almost abandoned dark room, the only light emitted by their wands and the fleeting sun through the frosted glass windows. The room was bare, save for a tall golden mirror with rusted engraving in the middle.

“Merlin, I see why you were so excited, this is beautiful!” Neville exclaimed, “It is, isn’t it. But I’ve found it’s not any old mirror. Go on, stand in front of it!” They moved next to the mirror, allowing Neville to see for himself what mystery the mirror held.

Neville shut his eyes and stepped in front of the mirror, taking a deep breath he opened his eyes and studied his reflection. By the look on his face they could tell he had seen something other than his regular reflection, just as they had.

“Pretty amazing right?” They gushed. Neville remained silent, noticing his lack of reply they looked up at his expression, seeing tears well up in his eyes. “Neville, love… is what you see…is it not what you’d hoped?” They asked worriedly.

“It’s you.” He replied softly. “It’s us.” He added, “Us and my parents…” It was then that they understood why he was tearful, whether happy or sad tears, they knew the outcome would be the same. Neville was seeing his greatest desire, yet he couldn’t have it.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve thought this through…” they apologised. “No, Y/N, no apologies.” He stopped them, shaking his head. “I see them, yes but they look so proud of me, of both of us.“ He smiles. “They are proud of you Neville, I understand they can’t express it, but the way I see them look at you, even without an enchanted mirror. I know deep down that they love you and they are so, so proud of you.” They walked over and took his hand, guiding him to the window sill.

They cupped his face in their hands, green eyes meeting Y/E/C ones. “I know part of your deepest desire cant be achieved, but I will do anything I can to make as much of it possible.” They promised. Neville brought his hand up to hold one of the ones on his cheek, caressing the back of their hand in a silent thank you.

Walking out of the door, beginning their journey back to the Great Hall for dinner, Neville smiled and stopped them. “We were in wedding attire by the way.”

My first post! I hope you guys enjoyed!

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yupthisisshe · 5 days

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Your voice is my favorite sound -- Neville Longbottom x gn! Reader

Summary: Nevile begins rambling about plants and Neville apologizes for talking too much. Reader assures him that they do not mind at all.

A/N: Reader and Neville may or may not be dating. It’s up to you <3

Happy reading! :)

Neville had been rambling on about plants for the last 6 minutes. You didn’t mind. You liked plants as well, and you loved learning more from Neville. You also loved it when he felt confident and comfortable enough to talk as much as he was right now.

“ohandmynewfavoriteplantisohmymerlinitssooooooocoolandithealsanditsfriendlyand [oh and my new favorite is oh my Merlin it's soooooooo cool and it heals and it's friendly and]- oh my Merlin I’m so sorry I’m talking so much. I’ll stop now.” Neville says abruptly, cutting himself off.

“What? Why?!” you questioned.

“Well- because- I-… am I not talking too much? I mean most people tend to get annoyed and tell me to shut up and-”

“Then those people won’t get to hear all the lovely and helpful things you have to say,” you responded with a smile, indicating that you weren’t annoyed in the slightest and that you wanted to hear more.

“Oh… um… thank you. For saying that.”

“Well, I meant it. I love listening to you. I could listen to you talk all day, although I don't know if I could go all day without accidentally interrupting when I get excited,” you chuckled. “But honestly, I love it when you talk, and I love talking to you. And you're super helpful. I've learned a lot from you and the information you share is extremely useful.” Neville grinned widely but sheepishly all the same. After a pause, he spoke again.

“So then, would you… like for me to continue?” he asked nervously.

“Of course!” you replied positively.

“Really?” Neville asked. His surprise that you wanted to hear him talk broke your heart a little bit. Even though the two of you had been close for a while now, he still wasn’t always sure of himself, even about simple things. You knew you had to say something to reassure him and demonstrate just how much you truly did love to hear him talk.

“Neville,” you began. Neville looked way more nervous than he should’ve. You gave him a smile to ease his worries as you continued. “Do you know what my favorite sound is?”

He pauses, taken aback by the seemingly sudden question, but not necessarily thrown off by the randomness in of itself. You can be pretty random at times, but he doesn’t mind. He thinks for a moment, then responds,

“Um, n-no. I don’t,” he responds, awaiting a revelation that he will surely take note of later, so as to not forget.

“Your voice.” You smile, and Neville looks like he could burst with joy and like he can’t believe his ears. It seems he really can’t believe his ears because he asks for clarification.

“M-my voice?” he asks tentatively.

“Yes.” you smile sweetly, and Neville swears he looking at the kindest person he’s ever met and ever will meet, “your voice.” He smiles even wider than before, and you swear his brightness puts the sun to shame. He continues to tell you more about plants and you continue to listen faithfully, adding in a few questions and thoughts of your own along the way. Neville’s jubilance doesn’t fade one bit for the rest of the day, and you could swear he must’ve worn his smile to sleep because he was still grinning a bit when you saw him the next morning.

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ginevrapng · 8 months

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studying with your boyfriend is something you love but also hate. he's a great teacher and explains everything that you don't understand or that professors haven't explained to you the right way for you to understand but you also don't like studying with neville because he's so hot when he's tutoring you that it's distracting.

the whole time neville will be trying to help you with your exam next week you'll be wanting to snog him and find a quiet and dark place in the library to suck his dick.

"are you listening flower?" he asks when you haven't made any input to the conversation. honestly you're not, you're watching the way his eyebrows furrow as he crosses out a misspelling and how he's rolled his jumper up to his forearms. his lip is slightly jutting out and you want to reach over to him and grab his face and kiss him until you're both dizzy.

he looks over to you to see you staring at his lips and smirks. he knows that look on you well. "not now petal, we've got to get this all done," he tells you softly but sternly.

you really should listen, you know he's right but you can't pay attention when he's looking so attractive. "nev please, i need you so bad," you whine, hoping he'll give in and forget about the exam in favour of making out with you.

neville looks back up from his work to you and sighs starting to get exasperated with those puppy dog eyes and pleading words. "i said no."

some people in gryffindor still think of neville as this clumsy, shy and timid boy but he's changed, so when your boyfriend talks like that it's hard to go against him so you shut your mouth, at least for awhile.

neville sees your antsy behaviour and distracted self and decides to do something about it. "you're so needy petal, can't even spend a few hours concentrating without you trying to fuck me."

you pout at him, not realising that you weren't being convincing after he told you to start studying again. "i didn't do anything neville, promise," you say while looking down and playing with the hem of your skirt.

neville follows your eyes and then gets an idea on how to handle his girlfriend. "petal sit on my thigh."

your eyes widen in realisation. "neville we can't do that, not here," you whisper. whipping your head around the library you see that you're the only ones around and you are also in the back of the library but you still believe it to be to dangerous.

"thought you said you were needy?" you bit your lip in thought, he knows what you'll do. "haven't got all day flower." after that you slide out of your chair and stand in front of neville silently asking him where he wants you to sit. "come on, so you're facing me." you shyly nod your head and rest on his thigh.

neville places a delicate kiss on your temple and speaks lowly into your ear, "love you flower." at the same time he grabs hold of your soft hips and starts to drag your body against his thigh.

as you move more against neville's thigh you know that your knickers are getting wetter and they'll probably be a stain on his trousers if this goes on for long.

neville chose this so he could keep working if necessary but he's forgotten all about it. he can't help but drop everything to focus all his attention on you, it's impossible for him not to. he adores you and right now he's getting incredibly hard after hearing your small panting and feeling your doughy skin underneath his big palms. neville simply doesn't know where to look, at your quickly rising and falling chest that's pressed against him or your plush thighs that he can see now that your skirt has ridden up higher or your cute face scrunched up in pleasure.

you've wrapped your arms around neville's neck and you bury your face into his chest every time you feel a particularly loud moan about to leave your mouth. neville pushes some of your hair out of your face as you're beginning to get sweaty and kisses you all over your face.

his trousers get tighter and you increase your pace with the help and guidance of neville. your clit gets pressed against him constantly with the friction and you're losing all sense of how to talk. "nev, plea-, i- i feels s'good," you whine.

neville smirks, his whole confident aura is making you fuzzy. "alright petal, i've got you. hold on tightly to my neck." you nod frantically and hold on tighter. he sinks his fingers even deeper into your plush body, definitely leaving bruises. he flexes his thigh again, angles your body in the right way so that every time you move your clit gets stimulation and starts to move your body up and down, completely controlling your pace.

it's been a couple minutes as you start to form a new sentence "neville, i-"

neville already knows you're about to finish, you started clawing his neck and biting your lip harder trying to stifle any noise. "come f'me petal." you do, the coil building inside of you snaps and you see white. neville shoves his tongue in your mouth and kisses you, muffling your moan. your body shivers and you push your body up against his even more.

you take a couple minutes to breathe and afterwards shakily get off of neville. he holds onto your wrist to stabilise you and groans as he sees the aftermath you've left on his trousers. he takes a glance at the table with all your books on and mumbles 'fuck it' and starts shoving both of your work into his bag. neville's heart melts as he looks up to your cute confused face. "let's head back to my room petal." your face lights up as you remove your wrist from his hand and intertwine your fingers together, you start swinging both your hands as you walk out the library.

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rainydayathogwarts · 1 month

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something cute with neville please? like an awkward crush moment in class?

Kiss and Tell - Neville Longbottom Also I didn't make this an in class thing but it's only elevated this piece... Gryffindor!Reader

You knew Neville liked you. So did all your friends. In fact, pretty much everyone who crossed paths with you or Neville knew he liked you. But for his sake, such as your own, you never mentioned it, instead enjoying the attention he gave you and giving him soft smiles before quickly turning away from him so he couldn't see you internally panic, all your blood rushing to your face.

Despite both being Gryffindors though, you almost never encountered each other in the common room, often being separated by your different friend groups, or spending the night differently. It just so happened that on nights you had Quidditch practice, Neville would be in the common room, but when you were free, he was no where in sight. Thus, when you stumbled down to the common room late at night to finish your herbology essay, you were shocked to see Neville, sitting by the fireplace with his friends.

Other than the group of dorm mates laughing quietly, the common room was mostly empty, excluding a few 7th year students who widely intimidated you. You rushed to the long table next to the bookshelves, searching for the herbology book you'd purposefully left there the night before in hopes of encouraging you to get your work done. You had been unsuccessful. Finally laying your eyes on the thick textbook, you sighed, slumping down on one of the heavy, uncomfortable, wooden chairs at the very corner of the table.

Rubbing at your temples, you predicted how the night would go; you'd sloppily write one paragraph before your eyes would start to wander around, another hour passing by before you'd realise that you hadn't written enough for a full essay, but would half-ass a conclusion anyway so you could at least submit something. Oh, well. You scoffed at yourself, picking up your quill. This is unsurprising. After writing about a paragraph and a half, you're essentially copying down the words from the textbook blindly, leaning your head on your free hand.

"Y/N?" Your head snaps up and you inhale deeply, realising you'd zoned out as Neville begins to apologise for disturbing you. "No, no- Neville it's fine, really." You watch as he pulls a chair out at the head of the table and he catches your eye, pausing his movements. "I'm sorry, I didn't ask. Do you mind? If I sit?" His cheeks are rosy and you try to stop yourself from smiling, but you feel the tug at the corner of your lips nonetheless. "No, sit, Neville. Please." As he sits, you can't help but glance back at where he was sat with his friends, and notice them all staring straight at you. They definitely put Neville up to this, you register, as they all abruptly turn away from you, realising you'd caught them.

"Herbology?" Your head snaps back at Neville, nodding at his words. "Do you- well, do you need help?" You shake your head at him, pushing the paper aside. "No. I'm done with herbology for the night. Forever, actually." You both laugh at your words, and duck your heads away from each other, avoiding eye contact. You reach for your open ink bottle at the same time Neville does, pushing it towards you. You're too busy staring at where your fingers touch to grasp the fact that some of the ink has splattered out.

And suddenly, Neville's hand is pulling away from yours and he's panicking, and he's apologising and trying to find napkins. You're sat still during all of this, only perking up when Neville scurries back with tissues, leaning over you to wipe the ink off the table in front of you. He's close to you. So close you can smell his cologne. One of his hands grasps the back of your chair as he bends over slightly to clean the dark wood. You look up at him, admiring the way his usually neat hair falls into his face, mustering the courage to place your hand over his, immediately putting a halt to his movements.

"Neville. It's okay." You begin to stand, and he steps back so you're free to do so. When he tries stepping back further to give you space, you reach your hands out to grab the hem of the sleeves of his navy jumper. You step closer to him so your chests are nearly touching and lean in slightly. You hesitate, giving him enough time to pull away if he wanted to, but he doesn't. Moving one of your hands up to his shoulder, you lean in close enough to graze your lips against his lightly before fully pressing them against his.

The kiss is short. You pull away to watch his reaction, but don't get to take a glimpse at his face because he's grabbing you by the hips and tugging so you're completely pressed up against his body, your lips meeting his once more. This kiss is longer. Both your arms come up to his shoulders this time, one hand playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. You feel his goosebumps on your fingertips, letting him pull away from you, panting heavily. You smile, one of your hands coming back to your face to wipe some saliva off your bottom lip.

Neville is smiling broadly, his face nearly as red as his dorm mate's hair. He makes eye contact with you, but you can see him struggle to maintain it. Your hand snakes into his, and only then do you hear the cheers from beside the fireplace coming from his friends. "Um, I - Go out with me?" Even though he's staring at his shoes now, you giggle, leaning over one last time to kiss him on the cheek. Whilst still close to him, you whisper "I'd love to." Before releasing your hand from his and beginning to leave, only to remember your things on the table.

You're too giddy to feel embarrassed about having to turn back around to grab your stuff, running up to your dorm once you're done, and slamming the door behind you. You freeze, afraid to have woken up your dorm mates, but when three heads poke out from the curtains around Lavender's bed, you realise the only thing you interrupted was a gossip session.

Throwing your books on your bed, you trip over your feet running to join them, a story of your own to tell.

A/N: To everyone reading this fic who follows me, I'm so sorry I haven't posted in FOREVER. I have been so busy with everything, but I'm on holiday and will write as many things as I can. Love from mina xx

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longbottomlove · 2 months

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i hate when

1.) ppl with “minors dni” in their bio interact with minors

2.) ppl write smut about underage characters and then tell minors not to interact like

🤓uapedophile

3.) when ppl make my sweet characters rough and commanding and mean like i love him cuz he’s sweet :(

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dreamingonfilm · 1 year

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✧˖*°࿐ Pumpkin Bread | N.L.

Neville Longbottom x gn!reader, fluff

Summary: In which Neville helps you with Herbology, despite the fact that you can’t stand him.

w/c: 2.9k

part 2

You stood in front of the library doors, preoccupied listening to the pang of your heartbeat in your ears. The books and paperwork inside your backpack seemingly feel as if they now weighed tons. You sharply take a breath of the cold air and open the doors – taking a step inside the stuffy library; your thoughts come to a halt when you hear your name.

“(Y/N), over here!” the boy calls. Turning your head to the side, your eyes finally meet his.

It’s not that you hate the boy or anything, but for some reason you two could never get along. Maybe it was the fact that he was always kind to you, or the fact that none of your insults or cold remarks could ever cut through him. Despite him being a nervous wreck all the time, the shudder of his shoulders and stammering of his voice always seemed to be cut short whenever you were around. And you almost hated him for it.

You walked over to the table where he sat, giving a bitter look to anyone who dared look at you, and tried to calm down the anger that was slowly brewing inside. Neville however, was unaware of this anger, and this only seemed to frustrate you more as he pulled your chair out and handed you a slice of pumpkin bread.

“I figured you’d want something to eat, you know, since we’re going to be here rather late and all.” He said sheepishly, giving you a soft smile as you took the pastry.

You muttered a soft “thanks.” and went to open your book. It was a Friday night at Hogwarts and here you were in the library being tutored by none other than Neville Longbottom, the laughing-stock of Gryffindor. The flickering lights above you were already starting to give you a migraine, and the soft squeaks from your chairs were only distracting you from your own thoughts. How were you to do anything in here?

“S-so, I was thinking that maybe we could start with just going over what we’ve been learning in class so far,” he cut your concerns short, flipping through the pages of his book until he finally landed on the one he was looking for, “this is Stinksap! I-it's one of my favorites actually. My aunt gave me one for my birthda-”

“Neville, not to be rude or anything but I don’t really care.” You cut him off. The light in his face seemed to dim out as he shook his head in understanding.

“Oh, well that’s alright. If you want we can review last weeks–”

Once again you cut him off with a loud groan. It was bad enough that you had to go to tutoring in general, but the fact that it was Neville, the one person who cared about Herbology, made it so much worse. You knew that there was no way to escape studying, and all you could focus on was how slowly the hands on the clock overhead turned. Two hours seemed to be so far away, and all you wanted was to get out of the library and go back to your dorm where you could do absolutely nothing and be content.

“Look, I don’t want to be here just as much as you don’t want to be here. So let’s just sit here in silence for the next two hours and then part ways. Alright?” You sneered, closing your textbook and going back to stare at the clock.

The boy next to you started to shift uncomfortably back and forth in his seat. He fidgeted with the hem of his sweater for a moment before going on to agree with you once more. Closing his book and replacing it with a small piece of parchment.

You both sat in an awkward silence. The library slowly got emptier as the time went on in a brutally slow pace, the silence occasionally broken by the dinging of chairs and the sound of his quill on the parchment.

You groan. The sound of the parchment fills your ears. You take a bite of the, now cold, pumpkin bread. The sound of the parchment fills your ears. You turn to face the window. The sound of the parchment fills your ears.

And after forty minutes of sitting next to him, and listening to the god-awful sound of his quill, you finally snap.

“STOP IT!” You scream at him in full volume, standing up out of your chair as your ears go red.

The library goes quiet, quieter than usual, as everyone turns to look at you. The turning of book pages, the chatter between friends, and the sound of the parchment now gone. If you were to even take a breath right now, everyone would hear it.

Neville stares at you with an unknowing and rather concerned look, his face flushing in embarrassment as he realizes that everyone is staring right at your table. In one quick motion he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you back down into the chair.

“What’s wrong with you!” he whispers, trying to ignore the glare of everyone surrounding you two. You only roll your eyes and start to pack up your things. You didn’t need to deal with this and you surely weren’t going to force yourself through two hours of pure torture. The repercussion was something you could deal with later, but for right now you needed to go back to your dorm and get away from Neville.

You turn the corner to leave the library but not before hearing his soft voice speak once more.

“I never said that I don’t want to be here.”

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It has been two weeks since your tutoring lesson, or lack of, with Neville and things only seemed to get worse. Professor Sprout was furious when she found out about the scene you caused in the library, and about how you failed to stick to her assigned lesson plan.

And that’s how you found yourself here, in the greenhouse, preparing pots for an upcoming lesson. This would be your second home for the next two months.

Despite your constant whining, you started to find some sense of comfort in the greenhouse. You’ve grown accustomed to the echoing of your footsteps in the empty building, and the dripping of water every few seconds. While it was rather eery at first, being alone in a new environment at night, it started to become a nice part of your routine. It was certainly much better than tutoring after all.

However, as the days passed by, you started to feel some sort of looming presence in the greenhouse. One night, you left the faucet to the watering system on. You were already halfway to your common room when you realized, but once you got back to the greenhouse, the faucet was already turned off.

At first, you shook it off as you having a bad memory. But over time, things only got stranger and stranger. You complained about it being too cold in the garden, the next day there would be a sweater, with your house emblem waiting for you on a chair by the front door. You complained about the pots being cracked and there would be a fresh set of newly purchased pots not even a few hours later. There was this one instance where you forgot your backpack, and once you got to your dorm you found it there laying on your bed. How on earth, did your backpack get to your room before you?

You were losing it.

Your friends suggested that it was from a lack of sleep, and that you should talk to the professor about cutting down your workload, but you insisted that you were fine. And while the events truly did startle you, you really were fine, that would be up until today.

—

“(Y/L/N), may I have a word with you after class?” Professor Sprout spoke.

Your train of thought broke as the class turned to stare at you. You lifted your head up before responding. “Yes Professor.”

The remainder of class went by quickly, students rushing out of the room as you went up to the professor's desk. She didn’t seem to notice you at first, and while you’d normally be aggravated due to your lack of patience, you found yourself rather calm. After all, you've grown really close to the Herbology teacher.

You let out a small cough and she finally looked up. “Ah! (Y/N)! Take a seat my dear.” she motioned to you.

You awkwardly sat down in front of the professor. Your mind began to wander as you questioned what she could have called you for. Perhaps she’s extending your punishment, or maybe you messed up really badly last night? You go over the past few days, and nothing completely terrible seems to come to mind.

Finally you speak up. “What did you need to see me for?”

“Oh! I just wanted to check up on you! I know how overwhelming the greenhouse work may get, especially during this time of the year. Have you been alright?” She asked.

“Yeah, everything’s been fine,” you respond, not knowing whether or not you should bring up the strange events that have been happening. After all, Professor Sprout should have a reasonable explanation as to what has been going on, “actually Professor now that you mention in, there has been some strange stuff going o–”

But your concerns get interrupted as she continues to speak.

“And I trust Neville hasn’t been giving you a hard time?”

Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Neville? You hadn’t seen him since two Fridays ago, so why on Earth would she bring him up now?

“Huh? Why would Neville give me a hard time? I haven’t seen him sinc–”

“Oh that’s wonderful to hear! I was worried that he wouldn’t want to help you out after what happened during your tutoring! But he seemed rather excited when I asked him to watch over you. After all, your grade isn’t nearly well off enough for me to trust you alone in the greenhou…..”

But her voice slowly started to fade away as you realized what had happened. It was fucking Neville Longbottom.

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The corridor is filled with the echoing of your footsteps and your heavy breathing. The items in your backpack making a ruckus as they all clattered together due to your running down the hall. All you could see was red.

“Where the fuck is he?” you thought to yourself, booking it to every corner of the castle. This was it, you finally lost your mind.

As you turned to go back to your common room in a great defeat, you saw him. How could it not be? His tall stature, fluffy hair, and soft hands that you oh so badly wanted to rip out of his sockets.

Neville stood there, talking to himself as he tried to memorize the answers to next week's potions exam, as well as trying to figure out where he could get some more pumpkin bread, as he had heard you mention it to your friends that same morning. He ran a hand through his hair and groaned, “she’s driving me crazy.” As he started turning the corner, he heard a high-pitched screech from down the hall.

He shot back, turning around to see who could be the source of this demonic noise. And there you were. Your whole face red, knuckles white as you clutched the strap of your backpack; you could practically see the steam coming out of your ears.

“This is it,” he thought, “this is how I die.”

“NEVILLE!” You scream once more, running towards the boy whose face looked almost as pale as Malfoy’s, “EXPLAIN YOURSELF!” You began to hit his chest, fist clashing as he attempted to push you away to avoid either of you getting hurt.

“(Y/N), p-please calm down,” he said, trying his best to keep you from hitting him any more, “what are you talking about?”

You stopped your attempts at assault and looked at him. He was staring right back at you, concern written all over his face. “Don’t play dumb, Longbottom.”

He shivered when he heard the way you said his last name. If he would have known any better, he would have thought that you were Draco based on how you said it. Pronounced in the same way that everyone before him has said it, with a hint of disappointment.

“I know that you’ve been with me in the greenhouse!” You finished.

His face went pale. A simple, “Oh.” was all he could manage to spit out. He didn’t know what you wanted to hear, and even worse, he didn’t know what he could say.

After a few more seconds of excruciating silence, you spoke once more.

“So then,” you adjusted the straps of your bag, “what are you, some pervert?”

His tongue nearly fell out of his mouth. “What?”

“I mean, you’ve clearly been watching me! How else would you know to get me a sweater! Or the pots! How else did you manage to get into my room!” You spat. You were more annoyed now than ever, here you were with the evidence that Neville is a creep, but he didn’t want to admit it. You didn’t even care at this point. All you wanted was to be rid of him forever.

“First of all I’m not some pervert,” he stated, going on to move out of your way, “and secondly, the only reason I know those things is because we’re in class together!”

“And?”

“And you talk rather loudly,” he responded, “very loud actually.”

You shoot him a cold glare before hitting him once more on the arm.

“Hey!”

“Okay, and what about my backpack?” You questioned. This was your holy grail, there is no excuse that he could come up with now that could prove to you that he isn’t some sick freak. You awaited his response as he stared at you uncomfortably.

“Oh right, I asked your friend to give it to you.”

You looked at him with a blank expression, embarrassment growing in the apples of your cheeks. The tension in the air grew awkward. So he isn’t a pervert.

He coughed a few times and started shifting back and forth between his feet.

“Anyways, I- I think I’m going to head back now.” He gave you a small nod before heading off.

“Wait Neville,” you called out to him, grabbing his wrist, almost replicating that night in the library, “I’m sorry.”

You looked down at your feet. You were not only embarrassed, but you were extremely disappointed in yourself and your lack of judgment. For years you saw Neville as this dorky git, who couldn’t do anything right. But here you were apologizing to him, as he has been the one that has been keeping your grade somewhat afloat, and taking care of the plants in the greenhouse. Your high ego failed to make you realize that there was no way you could ever keep those plants alive on your own.

A small laugh cracked the tension in the air as Neville gave you a soft smile. “It’s alright (Y/N),” he insisted, “I know how you are.”

“W-What do you mean? We don’t know each other.” You responded, confused by Neville’s choice of words.

“Six years together and you don’t think I pay attention to you?” He rolled his eyes. You felt a blush creep up to your cheeks at his statement. You were about to politely reject his advances before he spoke up again, “not like that! I- I mean, we’ve always had Herbology together and you were always messing up you know? How could I not notice when you almost burnt the classroom down?”

“Oh.” Once again, your ego was crushed. You shook your head and watched as Neville began to walk away. You followed him. Maybe it was the way he looked at you when your face fell, or maybe it was the way that he didn’t seem to shudder when your voice got icy, but something about this boy was different; something about you was different.

“Where are you going?” You asked him, looking up to make eye contact.

“To the greenhouse.” He smiled at you, reaching his hand into his pocket to pull out a small key – an exact copy of the one that you have been using for the past two weeks.

“But, it’s dinner? Why would you go right now?” You asked once more, as the entrance to the greenhouse reached near. Both of your footsteps echoing in the empty hall, for right now and just this moment, it was only you two.

He went up ahead and unlocked the glass door, opening it and moving to the side to let you in first. The scent of blooming petals and dirt hitting your nose all at once, the cold air hugging you tightly. But before you brought yourself to complain or shiver, Neville handed you the sweater.

“Trust me,” he laughed, as he went to smooth out the wrinkles from the fabric, your face flushing as he did so, “you need the help.”

There you sat, watching as the brown-haired boy did your work. The ambiance of the greenhouse now soothing you as his voice filled the room. For the first time in your life, you didn’t complain. Even when the dirt got on your hands, and even when Neville went to clean them for you.

Part 2

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