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btsbabe7 · 4 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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mastermindmiko · 7 months

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Request: Where reader is jealous of some girl who flirts ron. And ron and reader have passionate sex

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you don't mind, but I've left out the smutty parts because I feel uncomfortable writing them. Sorry it took so long.

Green eyed monster and green skin girl

Pairing: Ron Weasley + reader

word count: 1008

Summary: Lavender gets too close to your boyfriend

Warnings: jinxes, some sexual innuendos, y/n being kinda cruel, maybe some mistakes? noot proofread

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Ron has always been a jealous person. Sometimes, it didn't even make sense why he was jealous. It had sprouted over years of insecurity and feeling like his brothers were better than him. I've always tried to reassure him and make sure that he felt loved.

What didn't make sense, though, was the fact that today, Ron wasn't jealous, I was. So when madame Sprout announced that Ron's partner was Lavender I was too busy fisting my pen in my palm and trying to ignore her obnoxious laughter than celebrating the fact that Neville was my partner which guaranteed me an O.

They were sitting in the seats a few feet in front of Neville and I, and after a few minutes, I couldn't resist the urge to glare at the back of Lavender's head.

Poor Neville was trying to explain something to me, but I couldn't help but fantasize about chopping off Lavender's long blonde hair or even better yet, setting her whole head on fire.

My blood was already boiling, but when Lavender let out a high-pitched giggle and decided to place her hands on my boyfriend's arm, I was seeing red. All I was thinking about was how after the lesson, I couldn't wait to give her a piece of my mind.

Suddenly, I didn't have to wait till the end of the lesson because her hair caught fire. She started screaming and shouting. There was chaos all around her, and I tried to ignore it as much as I could. I didn't know I was that angry.

"How could you do such a thing?" Hermione whispers, angrily from the chair behind me after madame Sprout poured water on Lavender's head, leaving her looking like a drowned rat. I shrug my shoulders and avoided her gaze, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Please! Everyone here noticed the way you wanted to stab her." Hermione scolded, and I scoffed at her (very true) insinuation. I said, "I did not want to stab her."

"You did, too. I stopped explaining ten minutes ago." Neville pipped in from beside me. I rolled my eyes and huffed. I turned back to find that Lavender's hair was intact and after a quick drying spell, she looked normal again.

Lavender continued her antics and pressed on my boyfriend's bicep, no doubt telling him how fit he was. Ron flushes and awkwardly shifts away from her. He looks back at me to find me glaring at both of them.

Lavender looks back at where Ron's looking and notices me. Her face turns to disgust. She looks me up and down, then scoffs, and she looks back to the front. I growl and try to claw at her from behind my table while Neville holds me back. Neville says, "You can't go to Azkaban for murder!"

"You're right, Neville." I say while straightening out my uniform before sitting down in the stool again. I grab my pen and whisper, "There are too many witnesses here anyway."

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" I reply, feigning innocence. Thankfully, the lesson is over in a few minutes. Neville and everyone else leaves the greenhouse. I wait, noticing how Lavender has my boyfriend cornered, talking to him about something idiotic.

Ron stops her mid sentence and rushes out of the greenhouse before she can catch him again. Lavender huffs and flips a bit of her hair over her shoulder. It was my moment, I slung my back over my shoulder, and as I walked towards her, I flick my wand to preform one of my favourite spells.

After it's done, I grin, satisfied. She's done packing when I reach her. I clear my throat and she looks at me. The give her a fake smile then say, "You should really know not to touch what isn't yours, especially since I know that you know that Ron isn't yours."

"What are you going to do if I don't?" Lavender replies with a hand on her hip. I smile, and head to the door, leaving the greenhouse, but not before replying, "You'll know."

Ron's waiting outside, fidgeting anxiously. I ignore him and walk a few steps towards the castle. Ron follows muttering, "I'm so sorry, I would never-"

"Relax, Ron. You were great, she, on the other hand...she'll get her punishment." I mutter the last part of my sentence. Ron looks confused. He asks, "What do you mean?"

A few laughs are heard and then a loud scream. I grin, knowing what happened. Ron looks back at the havoc that's occurring, and his eyes go wide. I can only imagine what he must be seeing, Lavender with green skin and hair. Ron looks back at me, eyes wide. Then, his face turns into what can only be described as incredibly smug.

"You're jealous." Ron says, and I look at him, mouth agape. I was, but no way I was telling him. I roll my eyes, but the blush on my cheeks betrays me. I huff, "You're insane."

"You're very jealous." Ron replies and lets out a chuckle at the end. I pout and start marching away from him. Ron wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to his chest.

He presses his lips to mine and raises his hand to cradle my face. It's slow and passionate. I open my mouth, and he deepens the kiss. I feel butterflies in my stomach. He parts, voice significantly deeper, "You're very sexy when you're jealous, darling."

He trails his other hand and fidgets with the hem of my skirt. My eyes widen, and I look around to find no one noticing. Ron whispers into my ear, "How about...we go to my dorm, and I'll remind you how you're the only one for me."

He presses a long kiss to my lips again, but this time, it's filled with lust. A need grows inside me, and I can't help but let out a small moan when he pinches my waist. Ron doesn't waste any time taking us to his dorm.

a/n: I think you can guess what happens next. I hope this was good, its my first time writing a request, I hope I did it justice.

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siriusly-parker · 6 months

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—flor de maracuja [draco m.] —prologue. [intro]

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tags. [draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader, students came back to finish their senior year, after the war, fluff, angst, kinda grumpy x sunshine, series]

author’s note. [really really short intro, plz tell me if you’d actually like a series!! ꩜ i siriusly love you <3]

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“Remember! The harder the growing, the higher the grading!” Growled the teacher as the rest of his class started to pack their things and leave.

Mr. Derwen Pembroke was Madam Sprout’s gloomier Welsh replacement after the war. Of the few teachers left, not many came back to Hogwarts. The lack of staff meant that he was the only herbology professor, one who hated teaching introduction classes, as he felt he was overqualified. He constantly reminded his students of it and only kept his rudeness to a minimum with his Advanced crew. As a Herbology 101 student, Draco absolutely despised him.

“Mister Malfoy.” Draco stopped at the door. “You are failing my class.” He turned around and walked deeper inside the class towards his incredibly bored-looking teacher. “Actually, I believe I am not, Professor.” Mr. Pembroke rolled his eyes and put his feet up on his already muddy desk. “You’re right, I’m sorry. You are not failing.” Draco felt he was being condescending. “Yet.” Of course he was. “But, if your thumb doesn’t get as green as that damn tie very soon, you most definitely will be.” He sighs “I would like for you to be tutored for this assignment. Mr. Longbottom should be at the AH2 greenhouse right about now. He’ll explain everything.” Draco nodded, keeping his groaning hushed as he turned to leave the classroom. “One more thing.” Mr. Pembroke stopped him. “Don’t ever try to correct me again, Mr. Malfoy. No one likes a smartass.” The boy didn’t argue, he knew better than to bargain with a snake. “Of course, Professor.” “Don’t be a suck up either.” He was taken aback. What did this man want? But, Derwen laughed before he had the chance to finish his thought. “I’m just kidding, Draco. Don’t be so uptight.” “Well, there’s not much left for me to be now, is there, Sir?” “Smartass.” He snorts.

AH2 meant Advanced Herbology II. Their greenhouse was farther from the castle and closer to the forest, and only AH2 students or personally approved ones, like Draco, were allowed to use it. The small runned down shack didn’t interest many students, anyway. It looked old and disheveled, nothing very appealing.

When he got there, the so-called greenhouse was empty and Neville was nowhere to be found. He wasn’t really in the mood to look for him, so he hovered around all the weird looking plants, many of which he had never even seen before.

As he walked, he noticed a small passage towards what seemed to be like an extension of the place. It ended up being much bigger than what it hinted to from the outside, probably by an Undetectable Extension charm, like the one he used for his bag. It looked more like a national botanical garden than a stupid herbology class greenhouse. Entering the room, a faint melody could be heard from what Draco assumed to be the solarium.

When Draco walked into the sunlit room, he saw her. He saw the bows in her hair first. They were yellow like her skirt and the laces on her shoes.

“Are you lost?” The girl asked without turning around. Draco’s taken aback. He didn’t think she had even noticed his presence. “What?” “I’m asking if you are lost.” She says matter-of-factly. “Oh. Well, I guess I kind of am.” He tries to find the right words by rubbing the back of his neck, “...Sorry.” but she turns to face him with a bright smile he definitely didn’t expect. “No worries! I completely understand. This place is an absolute maze!” Her laugh was warm and it made the boy dizzy. Haven’t heard anyone be so friendly to him in a long time, he tries to change the conversation, so as to not think about it too much. “I’m actually waiting for Longbottom.” “That makes sense.” She smiles. “You can wait here if you want. He shouldn’t take long.” Turning back to caring for her plants, she shifts on her feet. “So… what are you working on?”

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cleake · 10 months

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heyy i love your blog the fics are so cute!!! i wanted to kindly ask you if you could do a fic with neville? i love the way you portray him in your stories. usually others just write him off as sme shy weak boy but you portray him in such a special way, like yes he is shy but theres more to him than just loving plants and being inroverted, and i respect you so much for it. i was wonderng if you could do a big headcanon or fic centering around neville having a crush on the reader or him being the reader's boyfriend? i just miss him sm :(

Hello, dear. Your words made me feel very happy and appreciated, thank you very much. I would love to write more about Neville, he’s a very interesting character. So I’m back from the dead and my multiple months break from writing to give you some of this sweet boy. Thank you again, you’re wonderful <3

Warning: English is not my first language, please excuse any mistakes

Neville Longbottom having a crush on you

-Neville felt like an outcast. He felt that he didn’t fit in with how he was, how he looked, how he behaved, or what he was interested in. He had bad experiences with trying to make friends, let alone trying to find someone that would be special to him. He was rejected, laughed at, and ignored by his peers and he stopped trying to talk to others. He still wanted to have friends, people to like him and respect him but he just feels that won’t happen, that he was a lost cause. So he went on through the years in Hogwarts being only a background character, nothing important.

-Then you showed up. And it was amazing for him. You were amazing.

-When Neville noticed you and you noticed him it felt like something finally clicked, that something finally happened in his life, that he wasn’t alone anymore. He felt like a person, someone with will and importance. You made yourself memorable to him by just being a good person, by being a friend and someone who didn’t see him as a joke. He was overjoyed. He felt like he had something that could make people like him. You made him feel like he was nice, like he was good and worth everything wonderful. He finally had a friend.

-But after some time of you being friends, of you two talking about your interests without any judgment, you making gifts to each other, you making efforts for each other, spending your time together, Neville had a realization to make. He loved you, he liked you and he wanted to be the reason you keep on smiling. He was terrified at the beginning. He was scared and felt so alone with that thought and feeling of loving you. This changed how he saw your relationship and he felt like that was a bad thing. He started to see you in a different light and it made him feel guilty. He started to notice the way you smiled, the way you looked at him, the way you laughed, the way your hair fell around your face, the way you stood, the way your hands touched things, the way your eyes looked so peaceful when you read or looked at something important. Like him. It was such a wonderful thing to witness your beauty in the simplest things, he loved it. But it made him feel so bad for thinking that way, you’re friends. You’re friends. Nothing more. And maybe he had to accept that fact, maybe he shouldn’t look at you in that way. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe he didn’t deserve to do that.

-Neville was so conflicted with his feelings and thoughts toward you, his days were filled with admiring you quietly, punishing himself for doing that, and then feeling alone and powerless. His mind was focused on you, he was thinking about you. And it wasn’t only the administration, he thought about you and how you’d react to him having those feelings about you, he thought about how he was disrespectful for doing such things. He was sure you’d be angry, upset, sad, embarrassed, disgusted, disappointed if you found out. He was so scared. But he loved you so much. He couldn’t help but smile when he thought of you, when you were near when you complimented him, praised him, noticed him. He loved you. And there was no way in denying it.

-He felt so much love and appreciation for you, he just wanted to cherish you forever, treat you like a god, worship you. He knew he was a bit dramatic in his feelings but he loved you so much he couldn’t help it. He saw you as something pure, wonderful, beautiful, gorgeous, and enchanting, he had to feel this way. He had to give you all the stars in the sky, all the pearls in the ocean, all the sunsets and sunrises. He knew you deserved it. But he didn’t know if he deserved you. And it made him feel miserable in his loving you. He didn’t know what to do.

-But then you showed something that was close to showing romantic feelings toward him as well and Neville got so excited and so happy, but at the same time so scared and nervous. He wanted to tell you how he loved you, he wanted to scream it, he wanted it to pour out of him so you could see it, he wanted to give you his heart. He wanted to say it and it ached him to death. He wanted to let you know. He was so enchanted by the thought of telling you that he got brave enough to tell you, not even thinking if you agreed or not, if you thought of him as weird and embarrassing. He got to tell you.

-One day he run up to you, his eyes wide, his lips parted, his breath coming out heavily from the emotion and adrenaline. He placed his hands on your shoulders, looking at you with a glimpse of something in his eyes that you just caught from time to time. Now it was directed at you and it was visible, he wasn’t trying to hide it anymore. He had to take a moment before he could speak. He didn’t care if anyone was close to seeing, he didn’t care if people were laughing at his emotions, he was here with you and that only made him feel safe. After a moment of him trying to find his words, opening and closing his mouth in hesitation and fear of saying something wrong he finally choked it out.

“I love you.”

It was quiet, shaky, and uncertain but it was said. He said it to you and he was worried. How will you respond? Will you be disgusted like he always imagined? He just realized what he had done to your friendship and that it won’t be the same after this. All that could save this moment was your response. And he was desperate for it.

-He loved you and he loved that you loved him. And it made him the happiest and the most grateful he ever was. He was ready to give you himself and his heart and you wanted it. That was the most beautiful thing to him. He was always overjoyed with you and you were a miracle to him that he’d protect and love to the end of his existence. He was ready to feel loved and appreciated, to be someone’s “one and only”, to be their heart and soul. And he always wanted it to be you.

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qtssvnwoo · 1 year

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hii ik ive requested before but could i request a neville x huff!reader where like the reader is really loud and extroverted and has adhd but neville is his quiet self and he loves listening to her ramble about everything and anything? <333333 love your work bestie

You can request as many times as you'd like bestie <333

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His (Chatty) Hufflepuff-Neville Longbottom

Neville wasn’t exactly the most extroverted person. He was typically quiet and didn’t say too much in class unless called upon. He had very few friends, and he honestly kept to himself a lot. Neville was picked on and teased for being ‘forgetful’ and sometimes, it made him sad, but he knew that what the people said was true, so he didn’t mind all too much.

You on the other hand were like a bouncy ball. You’d talk and talk and talk until you physically could not. You were very energetic and tended to convey that into your words. You had quite a few friends and you were known for talking really fast. People liked you, and knew you as ‘the energetic Hufflepuff’. You had a habit of telling everyone everything and some found it quite annoying, but you didn’t care.

Thats why, when Neville asked you out one day during fourth year, people were surprised when you said yes. They were even more surprised when you two continued to date for the years following. You and Neville were polar opposites and people found it odd that you two had been together for so long.

“His quietness would send me through the roof.” Some people would say.

“She’s too loud, and she is quite energetic. I would get annoyed quickly.” Others would say.

But, you never listened to them. Probably because you were too focused on talking to Neville.

“OH OH OH OH OH. AND THEN, and then Cathrine told Henry that she never actually liked him! Can you believe that? After seven years together you think she would’ve truly liked him. I mean, if it was me, I would’ve never been with Henry because I’m convinced his favorite food is garlic bread! He always smells like garlic. I actually like Garlic I think it's yummy. And I like dipping it in pasta. Do you like Pasta Neville?”

Neville smiled up at you from where he was sitting. He was trying to do his herbology homework but he was so engrossed in listening to you that his homework had made its way back into his bag. You two were sitting underneath the tree in the courtyard, and Neville watched as you laughed and smiled. Truth is, he was more paying attention to your lips moving and the sound of your laugh than your story, but he still answered you.

“I like Pasta.”

“Oh that's good because I LOVE Pasta, if I could eat pasta everyday I could. Well, maybe not everyday because I would get sick of it, and if I got sick of pasta I would be so sad because I LOVE pasta Neville. I really like when they put that white sauce on the pasta too, with the chicken. OH speaking of chicken, did you know my brother has a chicken farm in Italy! He raises chickens, Neville! Can you believe that?”

“I cannot.”

“Me either, I could never be around chickens. They smell and they are very very loud. Kind of like Henry. OH OH OH Did I tell you that Henry and Cathrine aren’t together? They broke up because Cathrine said that she never liked him.”

You continued to talk, all your stories and little speeches always got mixed and tangled together, but you somehow managed to always bring it back to the main point.

Neville sat in the courtyard listening to you rant about everything for the next hour, but he didn’t mind it. He loved the way your voice sounded, how you would laugh at your own jokes and the way you always asked him a question every now and then to keep him interested in the conversation.

People walked past and they wondered how you two could stand each other. But you knew that with Neville’s quietness, and your chattiness, you were a perfect match. And no one could ever make you think otherwise.

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rip-us-xoxo · 1 year

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Harry Potter Fics

fluff- ^

angst- *

smut- ~

Harry Potter

none yet

Ron Weasley

He knew the whole time ^

Taken care of ~

Ron not liking the fact that you have Instagram *

Neville Longbottom

A kiss in the greenhouse ^

Herbology Neville ^

Draco Malfoy

My family ^

Avalanche *

Grew up a bit ~

The park ^

Infatuated ^

Post!war Draco normalcy and simplicity ^

Fred Weasley

The true protection *

Signs ^

Waterloo ^

Requiem *

Fred Jr. ^

Fred on a rainy day ^

Tickle fight with Fred ^

Lollipop ^

Starting over *

George Weasley

Tightrope *

My savior ^

Unintentionally ~

Bent over ~

Georgie ^

Baby number six ~

You and George helping a first-year who stumbled into a Gryffindor party ^

Young!Sirius Black

A cute moment with Sirius ^

Young!Remus Lupin

"Studying" with Remus ~

Young!James Potter

Reader straightening her hair ^

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lavaasworld786 · 1 month

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Alice tells Narcissa she loves her for the first time in a bathtub, water runs through her hair, Narcissa's head rests on Alice's chest, her humming lowers as she realizes the words, gray eyes looking up at Alice as if it were a miracle, as it is the first time she hears those words. Alice telling Narcissa that she loves her for the last time, in the middle of a cafe in Paris, gray eyes looking at her with pain, tears running wildly down that beautiful face, both with their hair wet from the rain they just left behind when they entered.

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shortandslytherin · 4 months

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Snowed In (Neville Longbottom x Genderneutral!Reader)

A quick little blurb for Christmas! I wanted to write something for me and all my Neville lovers out there. It's nothing special or long. Just a quick cute fluffy story.

Request: Yes/No

Summary: It's Christmas and the reader is snowed in with their boyfriend, Neville Longbottom. The couple spend the day inside cuddling and drinking hot chocolate.

Warnings: Christmas, mention of Neville's parents, established relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort, reader's looks are unspecified, and gender neutral pronouns

Y/N looked out the window and saw the snow coming down rapidly and immediately felt the chill in their bones. They were glad that the wind and snow couldn't reach them. They were also very thankful for the heating charm that was put over this small apartment that they shared with Neville. "Flower, is everything alright? You've been staring out the window for awhile now..." A voice suddenly asked... It was obvious who it belonged to. Y/N just shrugged. "I just feel bad I took so long getting ready this morning. I know you really wanted to go see your parents." Neville let out a little chuckle and sat down next to his partner; setting to cups of cocoa on the window sill. "Flower, don't worry. I'd much rather be snowed in here then at St. Mungoes. Sometimes, it's painful to be there and see my parents just look right through me."

Y/N looked at their boyfriend with concerned eyes and gave him a hug. "Nev, don't ever keep secrets like that from me... I want to be able to be there for you." He hugs back; squeezing a little tight onto them. He's happy to have someone so caring. He pulls away after a minute and seems shocked when Y/N wipes away few tears forming his eyes. He didn't even realize that the tears had formed in his eyes until they were wiped away. "Hey, Nev. Let's talk about something else... Maybe it'll take your mind off this." Y/N suggests as they pick up the cups of cocoa and hand one to Neville.

The brunette male smiles weakly and nods. "Sure, love." The couple clink cups and then start drinking their cocoa in silence. It was more comfortable than any words could be. They made their way to their couch and curled up together under a knitted throw blanket. Y/N's head rested on Neville's shoulder but they sat up just enough so that they could still drink their hot cocoa.

A few hours later, empty cups were left forgotten on the coffee table. Neville was staring at Y/N and was completely mesmerized by this wonderful person who he'd been in love with since his fifth year. He is sitting there with you in his arms and he couldn't be more comfortable. In fact, being next to Y/N actually takes his mind completely off his original plans for the day. They look at him with a little smile crossing their face. "So umm.... Neville... What're you thinking about right now? I'll tell you what I'm thinking about if what you're thinking about is half as interesting as it." They bargain and press a kiss to his cheek. Neville looks at them and he has the most affectionate smile on his face. He speaks softly. "I'm thinking about you... I'm thinking about how beautiful you look... And I'm thinking about how amazing it is to be around you... To have this experience with you... It's incredible... That's what I'm thinking about." Neville seems to be in another world right now. Y/N brushes their nose against his and look at him like he's something rare and precious. "I was clearly overthinking something... I thought you were still upset... But nevermind that... I love you...." They cuddle in closer to him and let out a relieved sigh. Neville smiles even bigger and it seems like he has become completely overwhelmed by the love he is feeling right now. He kisses their forehead softly. "I love you too."

#hurt/comfort #neville longbottom fanfic #neville x y/n #neville longbottom #neville longbottom x reader #neville longbotton x reader #gender neutral reader #fluff #christmas #neville x reader #established relationship #character x y/n #gender neutral y/n #hot cocoa #requests are open #light angst

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nevillesbestie · 2 months

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Neville Longbottom x Reader Chapter 1!

Welcome everyone to the beginning of a journey! I'm nervous about this, I've barely ever written before and when I did it was for my school's newspaper! Please bear with me as we embark on this journey together! Hopefully I get better at this as I go but we never know!

Warnings: Slight angst, yearning, one-sided love, (at first), Valentines day right around the corner

A/N - If you want to be on my taglist then I'll link my google form to get added! Have fun reading everyone!

A/N 2 - This was done in like a week, the reader is female with female parts, she/her pronouns for reader, reader can have long or short hair, reader has her hair in a towel because they make small towels for you to put your hair in

A/N 3 - I don’t know if you read Harry Potter stuff but @h-harleybaby what do you think of this????

It was your last year at hogwarts. You were nervous about moving on after school, you didn't know what you wanted to do. Well technically you knew what you wanted to do but you weren't ready for it. You had nice grades, you had a couple A's and B's and a few C's as well, you were a good student just had a bit of an attitude problem.

You had a couple friends, it was a weird little group but they were your found family. Ginny was your best friend, having sat next to her in the great hall after you all got sorted. Luna had made friends with you a couple weeks after you got put together during Charms class, and you had met Hermione in the library after you had got there to study with Ginny.

You had a couple other friends as well, Seamus and Dean being your go-to to sit next to during Astronomy, which was surprisingly the only class where they didn't act like hooligans.

The day was going well, except for the fact it was Valentine's Day and you sadly didn't have anyone to go to the Valentine's ball with. Ginny was going with Harry, Hermione was going with Ron, and Luna was going with some ravenclaw dude. Of course you were going to the dance with all of them you just didn't have your own date.

"Well I think you should ask him, he'll probably say yes anyway" Ginny says as we walk out of a random Hogsmeade shop. Luna joins in "He's very shy and sensitive so when you ask him just be gentle" causing you to groan. "I don't know guys, I don't even think he likes me"

Hermione scoffs "Are you daft? He basically fawns over you all of the time, you just don't notice" causing Ginny to chuckle. "I don't know, maybe I will, I just don't want to get hurt and rejected because of it you know?"

Ginny sighs and shakes her head while smiling "Y/N you're one of the prettiest girls here ok? He won't reject you, now if you'll excuse me I have to go meet up with Harry for a bit" Hermione and Luna nod and say the same thing as all three of them walk away smiling.

You sigh and walk back to Hogwarts to get ready to try on the dress your mom sent you for the ball. You get back to your dorm room and take out your dream dress, you smile and try it on, the way it looks on you is perfect. You think and wonder if he likes you like Hermione said he does. You sigh and take off the dress before taking a shower and putting on your pajamas, you sit down with your hair in a towel as you grab a book and start reading where you left off last night.

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It's a couple hours later when the girls come into your dorm room with all of their dresses, makeup, and hair supplies. You smile as they set up chaotically, "Well I didn't realize you could be such a mess Hermione" Ginny laughs while Luna giggles softly. You get up and pull out your dress before starting to get ready with the girls.

You four figure out whether you want to straighten or curl your hair, whether you want to wear makeup or not, and what shoes to wear with them. While you guys are laughing and talking you hear a knock on the door before a letter slides under it with your name on it.

You go and pick it up before reading what it says. You slowly open the letter before starting to read it quietly. You blush and smile as you slowly read it.

'Hello Y/N,

I'm writing you this letter because Seamus and Dean have convinced me to do it, I wanted to ask you to go to the Valentine's Day ball with me in person but I was nervous, I don't know if it's too late to ask you now but if you would like to go to the Ball with me, meet me at the bottom of the stairs in front of the great hall.

-N.L'

Ginny looks over and smirks before snatching the letter out of your hand and starting to read it out loud causing Hermione and Luna to squeal and laugh. "Ginny stop it!" you blush and try to grab the letter back but she holds it over her head. "You have to meet him at the stairs! It'll be so cute!" Hermione adds in.

You smile and blush, "Alright, help me get ready girls, I want to look nice for this" Luna grabs your hand before sitting you down on the chair in front of Ginny's vanity as you and Ginny share a dorm. The girls help you with your hair and makeup and help you pick out what shoes you wanna wear.

It's about an hour later and you four leave the dorm and walk out and meet up with Harry and Ron before leaving and meeting up with Luna's date. They quickly shuffle into the great hall but the girls stop them as they turn and see Neville Longbottom waiting at the bottom of the stairs. You stayed back to take a few deep breaths and calm down, Seamus and Dean stopped to see how you were doing before smiling and leaving, you leave shortly afterwards and make your way towards the stairs.

You take a deep breath and whisper to yourself, "It's ok Y/N, what could go wrong right?" You slowly turn the corner and look down to see Neville waiting for you, he looks up and smiles as he processes that it's you. You blush before slowly walking down the stairs and meeting him at the bottom.

"Hi" You slowly say as you hear Luna and Ginny quietly squealing causing you to blush out of embarrassment. He smiles, "Hi, I'm sorry I didn't ask you out in person, I was really nervous and I didn't know if you would say yes or not" You giggle softly and smile "I was really nervous too, I wanted to ask you as well but I backed out at the last second"

He puts his hand out, "Well?" You grab his hand while still smiling and he leads you both to the front of the great hall where the girls and their dates, you all walk in together and find a table.

It’s hard not to have fun during the best Ball of the year…right?

#Neville Longbottom x Reader #There will be fluff #smut #and angst #AHHHH SCREAMING RNNNNN

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dramioneasks · 2 months

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To All the Wizards I’ve Loved Before - takenbytheview - M, 7 chapters - “What if—” Malfoy begins, twisting his signet ring with the forefinger and thumb of his other hand. “What if you didn’t tell him?” “What?” “What if we let people think we were actually together? Just for a little while. Not just the Weasel. Everybody.” A Dramione Eighth Year adaptation of Jenny Han’s To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before.

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btsbabe7 · 6 months

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November Prompt 5: Cuddle

Words: 401 | Pairing: Neville Longbottom x reader

You step into the warmth of your boyfriend’s room, freshly showered and clothed in your loose pajama shorts, cropped tank and long cardigan. You hadn’t expected dinner to turn into a sleepover, but when he’d finally worked up the nerves to ask after three nights of dinner together, you couldn’t say no.

A few candles are lit on top of his Herbology and Potions books that take up the entirety of his nightstand. His burgundy blankets are tossed back, revealing the golden sheets he was gifted with as a reward from Professor Sprout for his selection as Head Boy just before the break. And he sits against his wooden headboard, a plaid brown shirt clinging to his newly discovered muscles, his brown hair combed perfectly across his head, and his green eyes on you in the dim light.

You slowly waltz towards the bed, smiling as he readjusts under the golden sheets to make room for you.

“What about the candles?” You ask while eyeing them in proximity to his blankets.

“They’re flameless,” Neville reassures before you climb next to him.

You hum in amazement, only used to the flaming candles that hung overhead in The Great Room back at school.

“Thanks for dinner and for letting me stay.”

He grins nervously, taking your hand in his before giving it a small squeeze. You can tell he’s nervous again. You know it’s been hard for him to return home during the break with the recent passing of his parents, let alone letting someone else in afterwards.

“Nev,” you breathe and thumb over his grasp before leaning into his shoulder.

His head leans against your damp hair and you can feel him trembling against you. He’s never cried in your presence, but you’ve caught him more teary eyed in the recent days. And you react in the same way you’d want if the roles were reversed; you sit up and wrap your arms around him instead.

Neville sinks down under the weight of the burgundy blankets and cuddles against your waist, wrapping his arms around you as his tears burn against the bare flesh of your thighs.

“I’m here for you, always. I promise you don’t have to do this alone,” you whisper while gently stroking your fingertips through his course hair until his sobbing fades into soft sniffles, then into gentle snores that eventually lull you to sleep against his headboard.

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river13245 · 3 months

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Golden Trio

Navigation / Main Masterlist

Characters

Harry Potter (none yet)

Ron Weasley (none yet)

Hermione Granger (none yet)

Fred Weasley (none yet)

George Weasley (none yet)

Luna Lovegood (none yet)

Neville Longbottom (none yet)

Draco Malfoy (none yet)

#river13245 #fluff #masterlist #angst #male reader #gn reader #hermione granger #ron weasley #harry potter #draco malfoy #george weasley #fred weasley #luna lovegood #neville longbottom

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claywriting · 4 months

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I can’t always be there to save you

As the protagonst is heading back to the Gryffindor common room after spending her day in the library, she hears something not so strange during the year, the Cruciatus curse being used on a student, so she decides to do the stupidest thing that passes her mind, and take the side of the fellow student, challeging the Carrows.

"The corridors were cold in that October night, and she was wandering in them with a caution that was new to the students, running almost to the common room before the curfew start, to finish there her study session. Since the Carrow had taken the school under their wings everything has changed, and not for good. The corporal punishment that for so long was banned from the school has returned. The wandering was almost completed, but screams captured her attention. Cautiously she approached; the screams sounded like the ones of a wounded beast, the kind only the cruciatus hex can force a people to make. And she wasn't wrong; reversed on the side, on the cold floor a student was twisting himself unleashing those horrible screams"

I'm a non english writer so if yuo have any tips or comment I'll gladly appiciates.

thank you all

Part one

The corridors were cold in that October night, and she was wandering in them with a caution that was new to the students, running almost to the common room before the curfew start, to finish there her study session. Since the Carrow had taken the school under their wings everything has changed, and not for good. The corporal punishment that for so long was banned from the school has returned stronger than before, and the climate in the, once, secure corridors was no more the one that can be perceived in a home, but the one that she was expecting to feel in a haunted mansion.

The wandering was almost completed, she was not far from the room of requirement, and she knew that shelter there was a good option, but screams from a corridor not far captured her attention. Cautiously she approached the source of the sound, with a mixture of curiosity and fear; the screams sounded like the ones of a wounded beast, the kind of screams only the cruciatus hex can force a people to make. And in facts her guts weren’t wrong; reversed on the side, on the cold floor a student was twisting himself unleashing those horrible screams. When the men, the death eather let the malediction end she saw with horror the face of the boy on the ground. Neville, was a fellow Gryffindor, a year older than her, that she remembers during the years, but she has started to be his friend from the fourth year, when Ginny, that damn girl, pulled her in the DA. She remembered him to be a very timid guy, but in the last two year he had grew very tall and… something had changed in him. She inhaled sharply, and when the scum lifted the wand to cast another hex on the poor boy her vision became red, in a fraction of second her voice hecoed in the hall, "Depulso" she screamed, sending the man against the wall behind him. "Levicorpus" added with emphasis, with a rage she can’t explain, "Descendo!" Led the body of the, by now, unconscious man to slam into the ground. There she stood, the breath fast almost as she had run until there, slowing return to a normal peace; this time give the boy, Neville, the time to get up from the ground and coming near to her, as he was about to thanks her a muffled scream exit her mouth.

“I’m totally fucked!” she whispered to herself. “For merlin’s shorts, I’m so fucked.” The redness of the anger leaving her face, as she became as white as a ghost.

There they stood, in silence, unsure of what to do, until some of the, many, painting started screaming.

“Run, for the love of God, kids, run before someone finds you here.”

The boy, Neville, had a rush in his limbs, and as fast as the wounds allow him, gasped the wrist of the girl in front of him and flew in the direction of the room of the requirement. In silence they run, shaking softly and, until the silhouette of the door appears in front of them, they didn’t allow themselves to take a sigh of relief. Once they’re inside of the room there is a moment or two of utterly terrified silence, before she unleashes another muffled scream of terror, crouching on the ground with her hands on the eyes. There she stood for many seconds, the breath irregular, trying to calm herself, not wanting to start crying in front of the poor, easy to embarrass, boy. The silence, filled only with the sound of the shaky breathing was almost overwhelming, but when she lifted her face from the floor a new determination is now filling the, no more terrified, eyes of the girl; that stood up and went to find a potion table, to make some curative potion for Neville, who was still bleeding.

“You… shouldn’t have putted in danger for me.” a small chuckle leaves his mouth “I’m one of their favourite targets, you know? I’m getting used to handle it.”

A shake of the shoulders is what he obtains in response.

“Sorry to take away your title, dear. But I’m pretty sure that from tonight they’ll have a new favourite.” As saying those words, she smiles, and give away a funny static pose, as a model. A weird way to dissolve tension, for sure, but nonetheless a little grin incurves Neville bloody face.

“Ginny’s going to be surpassed then, she won’t be happy.”

“Of course, she won’t be, she always must be the first in all, that girl is insufferable,” a small laugh escapes her lips, as she distillates the green potion. “should learn to share. With so many brothers who would have thought that she isn’t used to.”

She turns around, with a little smile on her face, handing the poor boy a vial. “Tastes like shit.” announces proudly “But will make you as new as you can be.”

There is a second in which they look in the eyes for a bit too long, but then Neville lowers his face to drink the potion, and she moves her gaze in another direction, not wishing to see the face of the boy reabsorb the wounds and the black eyes that he was, almost proudly, exhibiting. Doing so she found a Rag and a bucket of water standing next to her, almost as the room wanted to suggest the idea to use them to remove the blood from his face.

“You truly were very brave out there;” He muffled after some time “not many would have done what you did.”

“As many would have said that I’ve been a reckless idiot. Including me.” Another shake of shoulders. “We know since we were little kids, I couldn’t let you there. And besides, I’m pretty sure you would have done the same for me. Wouldn’t you?”

Neville smiled, while his cheeks became red as any given second “Of course” he stuttered “I would have for any of my friends.”

She smiled “Perfect, so you don’t have to thank me for nothing, I’ve done what was right to do. Nothing more, and, if we want to add a reason,” she says getting closer to him. “I think your face looks prettier without being black from the beating from the Carrows, you know?”

A small smile roses on the lips of Neville, while his cheeks became even more red if possible, and she laughs softly.

“We should return on the common room.” Neville stutters, avoiding her gaze. “Maybe the room can provide us a safe route to get as close as possible to the entrance.” adds, as a corridor opens in front of them. A swing of the wands creates enough light to make them advance with fairly security.

As they immerge in the dark path; she, instinctively, put her hand on top of one of Neville’s, without saying a word, as if comfort is the thing she is looking for with that gesture. No sound is exchanged, outside of the regular breathing, and noises of the two of them walking, feet crashing on the ground. Neither of them, with their intertwined fingers keeping each other near firmly, didn’t even attempt to let go the hand of the other; almost as they were to scared of losing the other person that was worthy of trust. As if they were in this together and together, they will get out.

When, finally, the image of a door delineates in front of them a sigh of relief emergers from both of their mouths, at the same time, and their shoulders relax after what has seemed to be ages. Lightly Neville tried to retract his hand from the strong grip of the girl in front of him but find him unable to do so.

“Uhm…” he mutters, under his breath “I think we are safe, now.”

She stood there for a second or two, listening to the sounds in the hall, her back as rigid as he never saw it, scared, perhaps. She brough a finger to her lips intimating silence as she approached the door, and leaning a ear against it, now listening carefully to any sound.

“I think we are safe Longbottom;” she whispers, cautiously, looking in his direction in the dimness, her big eyes wide open, her hands still trembling feebly. “one of us should go first, so, even if things go to hell we wont end both in detention.”

Neville nodded, silent, but then he goes on.

“I’ll go first, you already put yourself in danger this night to help me, it’s the least I can do to return the favour.” he hesitates for a second “Is it alright for you?”

She, once again, shook her shoulders; clearly more worried for the short distance that, she hopes, separate them from the Fat Lady painting, than for who should go first.

“Just, be careful,” it’s the first shaky words that leaves her mouth but then, he cocky smile that she used to wear as an armour since he get to know her blossom on her lips, and she continues “I can’t always be there to save you, can’t I?”

A small laugh leaves Nevilles lips as he puts his hand on the handle of the door. “Sadly, I would say.”

Without looking at her astonished face he goes out of the door, in the hall, loosing by doing so the rare image of the cheeks, and ears too, of the girl tinted of red. Afterward he went out she waited for a minute or two before emerging herself from the door, the well known hall in front of her calming her aching heart, knowing that the common room was just after the corners, she was already foretasting the good night of sleep she would have knowing she did help, when a hand poses on her shoulder, stopping her in the middle of the hall. A small cuss left her lips.

“There she is the little bastard who attacked one of the professors; like a coward, from his back.”

She stood petrified listening to the voice of Alecto in her hear. “C’mon miss, I think we have a long night that wait for us. We’ll have a lot of fun, and, fear not, my brother is fine after your little prank, so he will join us.”

Some sons of a bitch must have seen her, and, of course, the voices arrived to the Carrow before she can retract in the common room. Her usual luck; looking in another direction.

The woman, with a hand with a hand firmly on her shoulder conduced her away from her safe space, and, as she looked above her shoulder, the only relieving is don’t see any traces of Neville.

Part two

Neville entered in the common room like a fury, as he was chased from some of his worst demons, Piton that would be, and, once inside, he rested his back against the wall, under the shocked looks of his friends. Ginny, as always the fastest, was at his side in a mere second, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Are you okay? Why are you so late, the curfew started half an hour ago, you dumbass!” she smacked him in the back of his head “Did you want to have the Carrow punish you?”

The boy takes the hit without even flinching, his mouth left semi open because of the heavy breath. He stayed silent for some minutes and then, he revolted a worried look to the door, ignoring Ginny as she looked at him in disbelief. “She should be here by now. Why is she taking so much time” he muttered, his voice very worried.

“Who should be here?” Ginny asked, Seamus approaching as well.

“Y/n” he answered looking firmly at the door.

“L/n?” asked the two, in unison.

“Yes, she… she saw Amycus picking on me in the hall and, you should have seen her, she flew him into the wall, and then smacked him into the floor.” He lets out a small sigh “I don’t know if she learned that from Harry but was brilliant.”

Ginny moved his look on the door, now worrying for her friend.

“If someone has seen her doing something so stupidly brave, she is in so much trouble right now…” murmured, receiving a nod of approval from both boys.

Is easy to say that the girl didn’t return to the common room that night, Neville was sure about it, having spent the night on the sofa of the common room waiting for her, eventually falling asleep in front of the fire. The next morning waking up still on the sofa, with the worried look of Ginny make his spirit descend till the potion classroom. He tried to make is day go on as normal, trying to keep a low profile, but when in the evening him and Ginny didn’t find her in the common room panic start to grow in his stomach. The girl was absent because she exposed herself to protect him, Neville was sure of this, knowing that if she had being punished for being surprised outside the common room after the curfew she would be already came back. That night was spent insomniac by the poor boy who cannot even control his brain, leaving him to remember every interaction he had in the last four years with that girl with gentle eyes.

He thought over and over about that time in which, once again, she tokens his defences, in fourth year, when she, only thirteen years old, stepped in a hall while Cobble was pushing him in a corner. She, with sure footedness, approached them pretending to know what was happening there. Cobble, strong of his big body and dumb mind pushed her too, making her take some steps back; but then she dusted her skirt and in a second slammed the huge book she had under arm into the nose of the bully, making him fell over, as she looked at him; standing proud. After what was a brilliant, at least for Neville, Ginny and Ron, demonstration of pure power she moved her eyes on the bullied boy and give him the warmest of smile. “Are you okay?” Neville was sure, that first time would have been fire-branded in his head. Many where the times after that in which the girl helped him, and stood at his side, making the bullies, and even their friends, walk on the eggs, knowing that being rude to Neville would make her step in the middle; no one wanted to anger the girl with the quick tongue and no regards for their feelings. She was for sure a protector for her friends, and, in general, for everyone who she saw weak. She defended everyone, sooner or later, still having a clear soft spot for Neville. He always thought that the reason would have been because she think he was pathetic, and so during the DA she always offered herself to spar with him, and he knew she held herself, but he didn’t minded. Ginny many times assured him that she was one of the witches most gentle she knew, and he understood that she didn’t hold back for pity, but because he couldn’t have learned always with his ass on the ground.

Many memories held the boy awake during that night, hoping that the next day the girl would have been back.

But another day passed, and of her, no trace.

At this point Neville was in a panic so dramatic that at the end of the lessons he waits for Ginny and drag her to the office of the professor McGonagall, storming inside her office like a fury, or more, a desperate bird who crashes onto the bars of his cage.

“The Carrow, professor” he almost screams as the poor, tired woman which tries to make him lower his voice. “They have y/n”

The professor lifts an eyebrow. “I… Longbottom, I’m sorry but since the start of the year they have token the students for their… personal punishment” the woman sigh “I can’t do anything about it. I’m sure that in a few hours miss L/n will be back in the common room.”

Ginny shakes her head “She is gone for two days” and, without waiting for an invite, the girl starts narrating what has happened some nights before. As she goes on and on the eyebrows of the professor McGonagall lowered more and more, meanwhile Neville sat on a chair with his head on his hands, the fingers sunk in the hair, lightly shaking.

“This is very, very serious. The poor girl must be wary and tired. You two run to Madam Pomfrey and make her give you some potions for her wounds, I’ll go talk to the Carrows.” She announces, rising from her spot, to take the door, looking like a fury, and nothing like the calm professor that Ginny and Neville learned to knew in years.

The run for the infirmary was desperate for Neville, left alone from Ginny who went to the great hall to take something to eat both for her friend and Neville, which was fasting since the night before.

If the run has been terrifying to Neville the worst part was just beginning, another night awake, on the couch of his common room waiting for the girl that has saved him, perhaps for the last time. He couldn’t make the imagine of his parents in the vests of San Mungo’s, unable to recognize him, out of his head. His brain was invaded from all the memories of every smile she landed to him, and then her face overlapped to his mother’s, with the same confused expression and empty eyes. The lump in his throat making difficult for him to breath.

It is only after all the Gryffindor has returned to the common room that is heard a small knock on the painting of the Fat Lady, and, as she opened, all the people in the common room covered the eyes to the smallest kids present there. In front of them, supported by both of the Carrow was y/n, covered in blood, her hair tangled in knots and dried blood, her feet unable to support her were dragged on the floor abandoned, and her arms, always so strong, let loose, as she was unconscious.

Without any further ceremony the two siblings let her fell into the ground at the beginning of the passage to enter in the common room.

“Let this be a lesson to you all.” They only say, before turning on themselves and vanish in the black of the halls in the night.

As the two vanished, Neville, beating even Ginny, flew himself out of the common room kneeling near the girl reverse on the floor, and, with tenderness, lifting her up, as some fourth years makes the smaller kids, first and second years go to their room, to not witness the terrifying image in front of them. With gentleness, almost as he was afraid of broken her, Neville put the girl on the sofa, in front of the fire, looking at her trembling so slightly. Ginny, by his side, already was taking out the potions Madam Pomfrey had given them, and, trembling as well, pouring slowly in her friend’s mouth. Moments of silence make the whole room keep the breath, until a small cough came from the girl unconscious on the sofa, and the wound starts to vanish. But were not the wound of the body who worried Neville making him almost puke bile, but the wound of the sprit, terrified of losing another person to the insanity that the cruciatus can cause if used too much, for too much time on a single person. There he stood, kneeled near the sofa with the hands of the girl in his, waiting for a response, for her to open her gentle eyes and look at him. Looking at her covered in bruises and blood was sickening, but there he stayed, even after all the other went to bed. And slowly he fell asleep, sat on the floor with the head to rest on the sofa, near her waist.

A hand passing between his hair is what wakes him in the morning, or, since the black is still outside il still night. He lifted his head confused, asking why someone would wake him up, why is so uncomfortable, and in front of him a pair of very gentle eyes looking at him is what wakes him up definitely.

“I told you; you are cuter without the face black from the Carrow.” Jokes the girl weakly, passing her hand on his hair, whit tenderness. “I’m happy you came back safe.” She then added, with scratchy voice.

Neville almost cried “You are the most reckless idiot I’ve ever seen. You had it ten time worse than me, and for what?”

Again, se let go a weak laugh “For what? Neville, for you, dumbass. I’ve looked out for you since I was thirteen. You can’t really think I would just be stood there as that son of a bitch tortures you.” Her hand moves from his hair to his cheek “You are the most amazing Gryffindor I know, Bloody hell, the most amazing person” she coughs a few times “I will always look out for you, whether you want it or no. I owe it to you. And I know you don’t need me anymore, perhaps you never did, but I don’t want to leave you alone, I never will.”

The smile on her lips weak lips made Neville almost lose it, he bit his lip and looked away for a second or two, to recompose himself. But when he glanced at her, seeing the girl bruised and covered in her own blood his barriers collapsed, without thinking he launched himself on her, hugging her with as many forces as he could, even forgetting to be careful to not hurt her. She didn’t complain, as he can remember she never did, always as steady as a rock in the middle of a hurricane, nothing ever make her complain, nor the Umbridge, nor the hits of the bludgers during the quidditch matches, and now even the Carrow. She slowly drags him on the sofa, with her, and there they stood, him caressing her hair, slowly and humming an old song his grandma used to sing to him in the nights of tempest, and eventually fell asleep, hugging tightly.

When, the morning after Ginny finds them on the sofa a light grin appeared on her face, smacking Neville lightly on the head to wake him up. The boy, rose, confused.

“So?” asked Ginny with a smirk “did you sleep well with your girlfriend?”

A small laugh, held back to not wake the subject of the conversation, left the lips of Neville.

“She is not my girlfriend. I’m pretty sure se sees me as a… good friend. Someone to take care of, at the most”

Ginny’s face almost fell on the floor.

“Are you idiot? Yes?” she didn’t await for an answer. “I think you should tell her that, if you only see her as a friend, I mean.”

Neville shot her a confused look.

“Only love makes someone that crazy Nev. And, if I reckon correctly se collect detention since her third year to protect you. That is a lot of love, if you ask me, and” and she darted a look at her “a lot of points from our house.”

She shakes her shoulders.

“I’ll let the professors know you are sick today, use this time to… I don’t know, make whatever there is between the two of you clear. We would use some love to cheer us up.”

She left, and slowly every other Gryffindor rose and left the common room, leaving Neville and Y/n alone in there. She still sleeping and, even if he needed a shower, he can’t force himself to leave her side, worried that she would wake up and have the terrible idea to go to a somewhere.

Around the half of the morning a house elf delivered to them something to eat, and when finally, the girl woke up they agree to take a shower, put on some comfy clothes and meet by the sofa to have breakfast together. And so, they did.

The silence filling the room, except for the fire dancing in the fireplace, the idea to break it to make whatever there is clear as Ginny has said make the knees of Neville feels like jelly. But, in the end, he forces himself to do it.

“Y/n” he called softly, gaining from the girl a curious look “I… do have a question for you”.

She nodded, gulping the piece of bread she was eating, so, he continued.

“Do… why…” he sighs passing a hand on his eyes “Ginny says…”

“Ginny is right” she cut short. Extending her legs to the fireplace, while moving towards him, and tanking his hand in hers. “I told you last night, I will always have your back, Neville. I… I don’t think you remember, but me and Ginny where friends from the first year, and when she vanished, you were the one who consoled me. In my second year when Black evaded and I was terrified you were the one who was sleeping next to me, and you comforted me, once again. You… always make me feel save, when I was terrified, in my third year, I don’t know if you remember but I was next to you when… Harry came back with Cedric. I was so shocked, but when I grasped at your hand you didn’t move it, once again you were my rock. And every year, when something terrifying happened you are always next to me, making me calm.” She laughs softly “You are my rock, always has been even if you didn’t know.”

Nevilles face fell. Never would have imagined that the girl that he associated with the word Bravery considered him her rock. Even in his wildest dreams, the ones in which he finds the courage to confess to her, she accepts his love and to take care of him, discovery that she sees him as the one that takes care of her was the most unexpected thing.

“You… are kidding me” he exhales “you are the bravest witch in this school, one of the best duellists I’ve ever seen, you punched Cabble at thirteen and, and defended me from the bullies so many times. I always seen in you the rock of my life. You were always the one that defended me. You were the powerful, brilliant, beautiful one Y/n!” Almost hysterically he passed a hand in his hair, confused, amazed by the situation. “You are the most incredible witch that Hogwarts has ever seen, and… and I’m every day happy to know you consider me one of your friends. But… Bloody hell. I’m mad for you since, I don’t know, fourth year? Fifth? I don’t need to know if you reciprocate, it’s okay to just be your friend, but… please don’t make me worry like this no more, I’m not sure I can take it.”

As one of his worst nightmares she lets go a laugh, but it ends very shortly after.

“I love you Longbottom, since I can remember.” She shook her head “Hell, I was waiting for this for years.” She laughs again moving closer to him, actually, almost jumping into him, to kiss him with fierce passion; forgetting all that waits for them outside the common room. Their hands travelled on their body, caressing, hugging desperate to find some peace, to lower some burdens from their hearts, because, in the end, they were only two kids in the middle of a war.

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“Beltane, sex magic, and a botanical aphrodisiac,” Hermione said.

Someone who knew her less well than Draco did would have thought she was incredulous.

Though, to be fair, a year ago, Draco himself would have thought she was incredulous.

She was analyzing. He’d been willing to wager the contents of Malfoy Manor’s East Wing that she was developing a runic arithmantic composite set of equations to determine the odds of success.

That was because he’d wisely chosen botanical aphrodisiac for the phrase Neville had used, quoting the blithely unconcerned Luna.

Sex pollen.

If he’d said sex pollen, all bets would be off.

And their chances of having a child would be nil.

Lower than nil. Like a Dementor had got a hold of nil and sucked all its joy in nil-ness of it and left a little nil-husk.

(He’d been up most of the night before trying to figure out the most effective verbal workaround for sex pollen and had still put in a full day at the British legal division of the International Confederation of Wizards trying to reconcile the Tasmanians to the valid claims of the trans-Aeolian merpeople. It had left him a bit punchy.)

“When you consider it, as I know you are, you’ll agree that it makes sense. Synergistically and intuitively. Neville said—”

“You talked to Neville?” she interrupted, her cheeks turning pink, her dark eyes lit up. Someone less familiar with her might imagine she was angry. Well, maybe she was a little angry.

“Of course I talked to Neville, sweetheart,” Draco said, striving for the calm tone that would engender an answering calm in her and not the one that tipped her over into a seething cauldron of piqued ire. “He’s our closest friend, he’s the most brilliant Herbologist in the British Isles, and no one understands the impact of one of Bellatrix’s curses better than he does.”

“That’s true,” she said.

“And he’s the only one who Luna reliably answers and we agreed she would have an invaluable perspective on our situation,” Draco said. Hermione dropped her shoulders, a sign that she was sufficiently convinced.

“I hate that we have to ask,” she said. It was rare for her to admit it. She had decided upon a nearly invariable, inviolable determined cheer as her approach, which served her well in the face of the advice tendered, generally unasked for, by various Weasleys (though never Bill or Fleur, who had permanently endeared themselves to Draco therein), both Patils, Minerva McGonagall, and the cadre of “fertility specialists” that St. Mungo’s purported to have, though their expertise had been based on outdated herbals, a faulty grasp of lunar charms, and a misguided belief in the addition of gigglewort to any Potion.

She had not reacted well to the gigglewort. And her insincere gales of laughter had not done much for his stamina. His climax had been due solely to hydraulics that time.

“I know,” he said. He’d learned not to offer any additional commentary that started with But. But our friends don’t mind helping. But it’s what we need to do. But if we don’t, there won’t be a brown-eyed baby with curly blond hair to be carried in one of those Muggle baby-rucksack contraptions.

“I thought when Riddle died and she was gone, it would be over,” Hermione said. “And it’s not.”

She was Bellatrix, his aunt, the witch who had cursed Hermione under the Malfoy chandelier, a moment which had been the inflection point for Draco, landing him squarely, irretrievably in Hermione’s court, Order of the Phoenix, falling in love with a woman he had never expected to do more than nod civilly at him and hold her tongue. Bellatrix had added something to the Crucio-carving combination she’d unleashed on Hermione, something purely Black, something Voldemort would not have recognized nor approved, a waste of her power on extinguishing an enemy. It had made it well-night impossible for Hermione to conceive with a Pureblood, let alone another member of the Black family.

Andromeda, when consulted, had shut her eyes for a long moment and muttered Toujours pur, before offering a pat on the shoulder and offer of a slice of apple tart. She’d also been the one to point out Hermione would have met the same fate had she married a Longbottom, Weasley, Prewett or Potter.

(It was worse marrying a Black. She might have carried a Squib to term with another Pureblood.)

(It had taken three miscarriages to convince Hermione it wasn’t simply bad luck. Draco had had his suspicions after the first, when she’d jerked away when he touched the arm still scarred with Mudblood in Bellatrix’s jagged script.)

(He hadn’t told her what he suspected. He wished to be colossally wrong. He had a decent track record in that regard.)

“It is and it isn’t. Like the tide on the shore,” Draco said. The visual soothed him and Hermione had a fondness for the ocean, memories of trips to the seaside as a child. It could possibly help.

She took a long breath and harrumphed it out in a way he found endlessly adorable. She also used it when she’d lost her latest match of Wizarding chess to Ron, whom Draco tolerated because what else could he do and at least the man, grown up (so far up, truly, were there Giants somewhere in the Prewett line because the man was a bloody tower), had learned to appreciate Hermione and smiled at Draco, a little secret smile, when she furrowed her brow squinting at the board, moving a piece that was going to put her into check in another two moves.

“Beltane isn’t a problem,” she said. “Unless, do we have to be naked in the woods?”

“No, indoors, you in lingerie works,” Draco said, grinning.

Luna had suggested they couple on a ley-line and not to discount the amplification of earth magic and bad puns. Draco planned to save that suggestion for another time.

“For the sex magic, Coniugalis? Procreo melior? Izorratu?” she said.

Draco reached over and picked up her left hand, the one with the ring he’d given her. He cast windlessly exclusively with his right hand and he let her feel the magic warm across his palm.

“Witch’s choice, I believe,” he said. “I’ve heard tell Izorratu is the most fun.”

“I suppose having fun isn’t a confounding variable,” she said.

“Might even help,” he said.

“Do we really have to use sex pollen, Draco?” she asked.

“I said botanical aphrodisiac,” he replied.

“Right, but I knew you meant sex pollen,” she said. “It’s so…campy.”

“Like, camping? Tents and fishing? Too much like your great Horcrux Hunt?” he said.

“No, like badly written media. Like Celestina Warbeck covering Elton John,” she said. “It’s not like I don’t already want you.”

“I assure you, that’s mutual,” he said. “I can check with Neville. He’d be the one harvesting the pollen for us.”

“I wonder, you said botanical aphrodisiac. Maybe we can just use chocolate?” Hermione said.

Draco considered. Hermione had previously demonstrated some delightfully unrestrained randiness after consuming a chocolate lava cake, a pudding whose name had made him turn up his nose while she insisted it was haute cuisine among Muggles. There had been so much heartbreak and misery in the past several months and if it didn’t work, they could take a break and wait for the next Beltane. Or she might want to try that in-vitro thing her parents had mentioned, even if it was going to require Confunding some Muggles in the NHS to accomplish.

“I don’t see why not,” he said, then paused while an idea occurred to him. “Truffles might split the difference.”

“What?”

“We could see whether Hannah can whip up some chocolate truffles with passionfruit filling and dust the top with the pollen,” Draco said. “Less campy, more romantic?”

“You are terribly clever, aren’t you?” she said.

“I’m clever enough to have married the Brightest Witch of Her Age,” he replied.

Later, Draco decided it was relocating to the charming, high-end inn on a ley-line that was responsible for the triplets and that if they’d stayed home and gobbled the truffles in their bedroom, Hermione wearing a pair of woolly socks and nothing else, Scorpius and Leo would not have been accompanied by Roseline. He didn’t mention this to anyone but Luna still caught his eye and winked when she saw him.

She didn’t have to lobby him to become his daughter’s godmother. They did, however, have a lengthy discussion about the risks of any Fae involvement, with Draco a hard no. Luna only said.

“We’ll see. And I mean, Roseline and me. And perhaps her mother. And Scorpius. Leo is most obviously 100% in agreement with you.”

Leo, at that moment, was fast asleep.

Draco did not argue.

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