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rabbit-reveries · 1 year
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— 𝑩eing Neville’s Mommy
Just a little something on loving our very shy, very clumsy, very adorable boy
Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Mommy!Reader
Warnings: Not smut, but there are mentions of sex
If you had to pick a sole reason why you'd fallen in love with Neville Longbottom, it'd be his adorable innocence - the way he blushes and looks away when given compliments, how his hand shakes when reaching to touch yours, and oh, how precious he is when holding back sounds. You can't help but want to protect him from all that is ill and bad in the world, so they can't ever tarnish the halo of light your lover has floating above his head. You can't help but want to save him from all, take care of him, and keep him as your perfect baby boy. Staring into Neville's blue eyes, are your urges so wrong? It's all for his own good, isn't it? You brush a lock of hair away from his sight and cup his cheeks.
"What is it? Do- do I have something in my face?" the boy asks, self-conscious under your gaze.
You smile sweetly and peck his lips. "It's nothing, baby. I was just admiring you."
"Oh."
He looks down at the floor, but one of his hands envelops yours, an action you take as a sign to go on. "Look at me," you say, the command so soft one might mistake it for a request. Obedient as always, your baby follows. "You don't even realize how perfect you are, do you?"
Neville leans into your touch, face red with the compliment and eyes watery with a sadness you took quite a while to understand. "That's... I'm hardly perfect... I'm not that tall, not that intelligent, or even fit. I don't even know why someone like you bothers with someone like me."
"Hey, don't ever say that again. I love you, truly. You're the loveliest angel in all Heaven and in all Earth." you stroke his cheek with the hand that isn't under his. "You've been through so much, baby... You deserve to have someone take care of you. I'm just doing my best to be that person."
"Is it selfish if I say I want you to take care of me?"
"No, not at all." you grin.
You lean in to capture his lips in a sweet kiss, and he reciprocates with neediness, something not foreign to you. Your hands are still where they've been this short amount of time, but his pull at your blouse, drawing you closer to him. You play along, and soon you're sitting on his lap, taking off your bra for him - Neville never quite learned how to unhook bras. He fumbles a bit while trying to unzip your skirt, in too much of a hurry to pay attention to what he's doing.
"What's gotten into you? Baby's that horny?" you question, laughing at the way he bites his lip as if he's doing some strenuous work.
He pulls back from the zipper like the fabric of your skirt has suddenly become poisonous. "Why? Do you... Do you think it's gross that... I kind of want... it...?"
"Absolutely not! I find it really enticing, actually. I just want to know why you're hasting today."
He bites his lip again. "I don't know, I just wanted to thank you for always taking care of me. I've never had someone... Do stuff for me, or to me, before. And you're always there, even when we're not in bed. I... I guess it kind of turns... me... on...? Knowing I can rely on you is really hot, for some weird reason."
You stare at him, not knowing what to say. He's just so cute you're at a loss for words. Oh God, that's it. You're keeping that boy in a jar so no one can mess with him ever again.
"Why- why aren't you saying anything? Oh, Merlin, did I gross you out? I did, didn't I?" he rushes, jumping to conclusions like he usually does, and tries to get you to leave his lap.
You hold his hands in place, right where they should always be, on the sides of your hips. "Neville, you couldn't gross me out if you tried. I was just in awe, thinking how deep in love with you I am."
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plutodexay · 11 months
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if you still write for Neville,, this has been in my head for a gee days but I cant write it..
the reader and Neville clearly like each other from the Hogwarts days but she has just moved in with him after a bad end to a relationship with some muggle and it's like freezing and in the middle of the night she comes in his room and asks for a cuddle and like he is cold too so he obvs agrees and it's just a comfort, safe fic
I imagine that he would hug you like a teddy bear and ugh forehead kissesss
sorry if this is too specific,, write if you want x
Techicallyyyyyyy I don't, but I daydream about (of age, he's 22+ and owns a flower shop in my head) on the daily soooo I'm just gonna write some Neville cuddle heacannons!
Neville is a teddy bear full on. The moment he thinks you're cold his arms are around you so tight you can barely breath.
He would be the type to press small kisses into your hair any time he held you purely because he can!
Just so many kisses, all soft and barely there because those are the cutest and Neville is the cutest human ever.
I can also see him being the guy who pulls you closer in his sleep, like he'd wake up if you got up because he needed you close!
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darling-akane · 1 year
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The other woman - Neville Frank Longbottom (Chapter four)
"You may kiss the bride,"
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The air is cold around him, every breath he takes, air comes out, his body filled with goosebumps, the small hairs of his arms raised up, the small flower laying on his palm, the only living thing in the (Abbott's/Lovegood's/Y/l) home, his other hand, lifting up as he raised the small plant, moving to the side as he sighed, "Oh (Hannah/Luna/Y/n)" said Neville with a frown look, ashamed of himself, "She must think I'm such a fool," talking to himself, putting the small flower inside his pocket robes "This day couldn't get any worse," It was like the gods themself were playing a joke on him as the town crier rings his bell, yelling "Hear ye, hear ye!" Neville looks to the side as he sees the town crier yell, "Rehearsal in ruins as Frank Longbottom boy causes chaos!" The town crier makes contact with Neville as he yells louder, "Snake slayer fiancé could be cut in half!" Neville let out a groan as he walks away from the bridge, where he was standing as he makes his way into the woods, The town criers yells are still being heard as Neville steps away, "(Abbott's/Lovegood's/Y/l's) all fired up as Frank Longbottom disaster ruins rehearsal!"
Minutes went by as Neville walks deep into the woods, no longer able to hear the nosy town crier, Neville open his mouth as he speaks to himself, "It really shouldn't be all that difficult, it's just a few simple vows," He let out a sighed as he reaches his pocket from his pants, with the gold ring, the one his mother used to wear, now laying on his palm, "With this hand...I will take your wine-" Neville scoffed to himself as he shakes his head, "Oh, no,"
Neville mumbles to himself as he cleared his throat, still walking, "With this hand...I will cup your-" His eyes widen as he rethinks his sentence from his head, "-Oh goodness, no," 
Crows were staring at him as he cursed at himself, forgetting his words every time he spoke, "With..this...with this...with this candle, I will...I will..." Groaning at himself as he finishes his sentence, smacking his forehead with his free hand, only for him to say, "I will set your mother on fire,"
He takes a seat on a big trunk that have been broken down, "Oh it's no use," Neville said with an upset tone, his hand reaching the small flower from his robe, the hand that was holding his mother's ring, taking a look for a moment as his free hand reaches for the small plant, taking a sniff of the sweet smell, "(Hannah/Luna/Y/n)..." He said softly, his heart beating as he said her name, he got up from his seat as he stood up, confident of himself, he spoke proudly, "With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine," tossing the ring up as it lands on his hand, he looked to the side as he practices, "Ah, Mrs. (Abbott/Lovegood/Y/l), You look ravishing this evening,"
"What's that, Mr. (Abbott/Lovegood/Y/l)? Call you 'dad?' if you insist, sir."
He goes back to the spot he was sitting, taking a small stick of the broken tree, pretending as if it was a candle, "With this candle, I will light your way in darkness." pretend to light the tip of the stick, with his ring hand, he lifts up the gold ring, "With this ring," He placed one of the sticks that strangely looks like a hand, with his words, he says,
"I ask you to be mine." slide the strangely looking stick hand, and placed the ring,
And just like that, the wind around him begin to blow stronger, he takes a look around as he sees many crows staring at him, the small airs from his arms began to raise up, with him not looking, the strange tree branch began to crack, to move, with Neville not looking, staring at the crows, immediately the branch reaches for Neville's wrist, making Neville faced at the branch trying to pull him to the ground, Neville's face began to look in terror, letting out a gasp as he pulls his wrist away, his whole arm went to the group as Neville pulls again, only to see the branch to look like a skeleton, the crows from the trees began to fly around Neville, letting out loud cries as they circle around him, Neville grunt as he got up from the floor, trying his best to escape from what was on the ground, he fell to his back as he heard a snap, he closed his eyes for a bit, open them as his eyes see the hand gripping his wrist, Neville let out another gasp as he tries to wiggle out of the grip, only to notice his mother's ring around the thin white skeleton finger, Neville let out a whimper as he was able to escape the arm, he turned his head to the side as he could hear, as well as feel the ground moving, the ground rip apart, as another thin arm show, this time, it still had a little skin on the arm, the hand grips the ground as the head pop up, Neville stood in shock as he sees the corpse raised up from the ground, the corpse had a dress, a long one, that was white as snow, the left rib showing, with a veil on top of the head, covering the corpse face, the corpse stood stand as their hand lifts up the veil covering their face, with a smoothing voice, she spoke, "I do,"
Neville let out a scream as he backs away, as he sees the corpse open her arms to reach him, he got up from the ground as he ran, his heart beating so fast, the woman with white reaches to the ground for her arm as she connects it back to its place, Neville kept on looking back as he ran, making him accidently fall to the ground, him groaning as he hits his head with a headstone, but he got up as he sees the corpse walking after him, he let a shaky gasp as he ran again, only for him to get hit in the head again with a tree, his vision began to blur but could see the dead woman in white getting closer to him, he shakes his head as he run, almost tripping to the icy lake,
He got out of the woods, looking behind him to see no one, his panting like crazy as he looks around him, looking left and right, he exhales and inhales as he tries to calm his breathing, just as he turned, going to the (Abbott's/Lovegood's/Y/l's) home, the dead woman with a veil appeared out of nowhere,
Neville's eyes widen as he backs away, his back making connect with the arm of the bridge, the same crows appeared as well, circle both the corpse, as well as Neville, letting out loud cries, The corpse with white opens her arms again, her thin hands reach for Neville's shoulders, Neville's faced filled with fear, as the woman stare at him, with a smile on her face, her face filled with joy as she speaks,
"You may kiss the bride," and her cold lips made connect with Neville's warm lips,
Everything went black,
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may-clouds · 2 years
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minichrismd · 26 days
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The Target On Your Back - Theodore Nott
Words | 600 Warnings | Fighting, Theo being a raging dick Pairings | Theo Nott x Reader | Neville Longbottom & Reader (Platonic)
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“What did you just say?” You hear as you round the corner, an audible crack ringing above the hushed mumbles of other students surrounding what you assumed was a fight unfolding. You couldn’t see anything as you approached the back of the circle that had formed. You craned your neck to see a glimpse of what was going on, another cracking sound, followed by yelling.
“What’s going on?” You spoke, slightly panicked to the Ravenclaw girl who was stood in front of you.
“Nott and Longbottom. Nott’s winning.” She spoke nonchalantly, as if she didn’t care that another student, your friend, was getting beaten.
You felt an unfamiliar feeling surge inside you. Anger. You barged your way through the surrounding students, bursting through the front line and finally witnessing the scene that had unfolded. Nott had Neville pinned up against the wall with one hand in the middle of his chest, his other laying punches into his face and stomach.
Something snapped inside you.
You couldn’t help yourself, charging into Nott’s side at full force and throwing him off balance, causing him to lose his footing and fall to the floor. You pulled your wand out and aimed it at him.
“You ok Nev?” You asked the shaken boy, keeping your eyes fixed on Nott, who was beginning to get back up.
“Yeah, I-I’m ok.” Neville mumbled, wiping his bloody nose with the sleeve of his cloak.
You watched at Nott got back to his feet, glaring at you. He took a step towards you.
“Take one more step and I’ll hex you into next year.” You stood your ground, defending your friend with unwavering confidence and anger coursing through your body. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest.
Neville stared at you in disbelief, as did many other students that had been watching the fight. You were known for being the quiet, kind Hufflepuff who sat in the back of the class and often carried round a bag of sweets from Honeydukes, handing them out to anyone who looked upset.
This was a side of you no one had seen before, it was a side of you reserved for those who hurt the people you cared for.
Your eyes narrowed, your wand still trained on Nott, searching for any sign of movement towards you. His glare was piercing, ice cold. If looks could kill.
He stepped away from you, turning and shoving his way through the crowd, sending students falling into one another as he left. You let out a sigh of relief as you watched him leave, only turning to Neville after he was out of your sight.
“Let’s get you to the hospital wing.” You spoke softly, wrapping Neville’s arm over your shoulder and helping him through the corridors.
As you arrived at the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey rushed over to take Neville to a bed, firing questions at you. There was an unspoken rule between the students, if you fought each other and were injured, say nothing. Your explanation to Madame Pomfrey was that you’d just found Neville like this and had no idea what had happened. You knew she didn’t believe you, but she had no proof that anything you said wasn’t true.
She shooed you from the wing shortly after Neville was placed into a bed, stating that he needed to rest and would be back to class in a couple of days. You nodded, remaining silent, afraid that anything you would say may give away too much information. You really didn’t want a target on your back, even though you now had one from defending your friend.
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chocochannie · 9 months
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Blaise Zabini headcanons
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He loves baking
Really smart but doesn't show it
Has a good skin care routine, literally better than Pansy's
Mamas boy
Kinda quiet, but when you get to know him he'll never shut up
Likes reading by the fireplace
Loves Draco more than himself, they're inseparable
Owls his mum often, he tells her about all the little things that happened
He's friends with Luna and Neville, and every time he hears someone speaking bad about them, he's ready to fight
That man is extremely humble
He's really fascinated by muggle sports
He's an amazing listener and advice giver, you can come to him every time you feel down
Fluent in Italian
Treats Pansy like his little sister
He's a gentleman, his mum taught him how to treat girls right
Neat handwriting
Loves potions and dada
Enjoys watching old muggle movies
Girls are all over him but he hates it
Always on time
Loves giving and receiving flowers
He's literally addicted to coffee, can't start a day without a cup of coffee
Has the prettiest eyes you've ever seen
Dad of the group
Drags Theodore out of bed almost everyday, just to make sure he eats breakfast
Gives really good hugs
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bethsvrse · 17 days
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I find it so silly when someone writes smut about a minor then asks minors to not interact, like bro huh…
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rainydayathogwarts · 6 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 longs. 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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fangisms · 9 months
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did you hear?
A/N: i just think he’s so lover.
gif creds: @qveenofthorns
Pairings: Neville Longbottom x Popular!Fem!Reader
Summary: Neville Longbottom accidentally starts a raunchy rumor about the popular girl in his potions class. And rumors fly. 1.0k words.
Warnings: ‘snogging’ help im not british and it shows, rumors, allusions to sex/promiscuous acts, teasing, pining, strangers/friends to lovers
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Somehow Neville started a rumor about you. And somehow, through the unbelievably slippery walls of Hogwarts, the rumor made its way to you in less than a week.
It was an accident, honestly. And people kept blowing it way out of proportion. You were popular, more popular than he could ever hope to be, and when he said it, he had already accepted that nothing would ever really happen between the two of you. But this awful rumor made him sound boorish and borderline rabid when really it was supposed to be a harmless confession between friends.
"I heard Neville Longbottom wants to shag you out by the Quidditch pitch."
Even from a few tables down, he could see the mortification fall over your face like a black veil. Your friend giggled as she pulled away from whispering in your ear, and you clapped a hand over your mouth. He had to look away when your eyes flicked to meet his. Your friends spend the rest of lunch hour teasing you and snickering about him while you seem to shrink in on yourself.
Neville manages to avoid you where he can in the halls: taking the longer route, hiding in large groups. But none of it is very fruitful when you've got a very similar class schedule. In fact, despite his efforts, he spends nearly every passing period just behind you and sometimes even right beside you. Apparently, he's also got a clear shot of you from where he sits in the classes you share and you're even table mates in potions. Of course, he knew all of this before that nasty rumor was spread, he's just become hyperaware of it since then.
After making it through the week without too much tension, he finds himself scanning the pages of his Water Plants textbook in the Great Hall and not retaining any of the information. And as he props his chin in his hand, he notices you settle into the seat directly across from him, flashing him a quick smile before opening your own book.
He sits up, glancing around the room to find Snape preoccupied with a group of raucous students from Slytherin.
A small, crumpled piece of parchment rolls its way to your side of the table, stopping just before it topples over the edge. You set your book in your lap and look over your shoulder before unraveling the torn paper.
"I'm assuming you've heard the news by now."
A smile creeps onto your face as you flatten out the slip of paper and write your own message on the backside. You slide it across the table and just barely catch his eye.
"Here and there."
But he knows you mean just about every five seconds because this cursed rumor has been inescapable for as long as its existed. You slide the cover of the Hogwarts Gazette over as well. It's entitled, "Things Heat Up Between Popular Witch and Nerdy Wizard" just above a picture of the two of you smiling at each other in class with a few smaller headlines like, "The Rumors are True!" and "What's Next for the Unlikely Couple?"
He blinks. Who's reading this rubbish? Scratch that, who's writing this rubbish and how hard would it be to mame them?
"I'm sorry about that, it was supposed to be an inside joke. Honestly, I would never say something that awful in the first place. And especially not about you."
You give him a sympathetic smile and crumple the page and his note into a ball before sending back a new slip.
"I know."
He half-smiles before attempting to read again. But you toss him another scrap of paper.
"So what did you say then?"
You giggle when he flushes a bright pink before squinting at you and scribbling across the page.
"Something or other about wanting to snog a certain pretty girl. It was never meant to go past first base, honestly. Pure intentions!"
You shove the used paper in your pocket and glance over your shoulder with a mischievous look before delicately folding another piece and setting it in the center of his textbook. He opens it. But he doesn't get the chance to read it before it's snatched out of his grasp by a pale hand.
"Mr Longbottom," Snape drawls, "would you care to read this aloud since you two have insisted on interrupting your fellow students' focus?"
You hide your giggles behind your hand and Neville glares at you while Snape ushers him into the aisle.
He looks down the note and groans.
"How about those Quidditch Pitch seats?"
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"Very funny," Neville grumbles while you hold his shoulder to steady yourself from convulsing with laughter.
"Your face! You should have seen your face!" You tease, tears nearly streaming down your face when you clutch the sleeve of his sweater.
"You set me up," he says, trying not to smile when you purse your lips.
"You started a rumor about me!"
"On accident."
You cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head to the side. "Then yes. I set you up. On accident. Walk me to Trelawney's?"
He rolls his eyes and offers his arm for you to loop yours through. You walk beside each other in silence nearly half the way, dodging confused looks and bothersome jeers from your friends.
"So," you mumble, looking at him with a cocked brow, "you really think I'm pretty?"
Neville shrugs. "And snoggable, I suppose."
He looks down at you and thinks he's never acted so cool around someone he likes so much. He thinks you're more than pretty and he wants to be able to tell you, but as you round the corner, the open classroom leers at you like a slippery snake. He spares you one last look and you peer up at him like a little dove. He goes pink.
You stop in the doorway and beckon him closer. And you think the nearly contemptuous smile on his face is new and ill-fitting but he's handsome nonetheless. You hold his chin and press a sweet kiss to his cheek before ducking into the classroom.
"See you in potions, Neville."
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luvvyouforever · 3 months
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suddenly, neville {n.l. x reader}
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↳ three times that neville is there for you when heartbreak strikes and the one time he decides to do something about it.
↳ content: sadness, feelings of self-doubt/insecurities, slander against almost every hogwarts boy, fluff, friends to lovers, pining, neville being a shy sweetie. word count: 1684
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"and then he," sniff, "he told me he never liked me. that him and dean were just joking." you wiped tears from your eyes violently and neville felt his heart tearing in two for you. "i thought they were nice! why would seamus lie like that?"
"i don't know," neville answered honestly. he knew that his friends were pranksters, sometimes taking jokes a step too far. but he had never expected his best friend to come to him crying over a stupid idea the two had devised. he felt angry with them. how could they have done that to someone as beautiful as you?
"i just don't get it! why does everyone else get to have crushes and first kisses?" you huffed frustratingly. neville's first thought was that he should have kissed you then but his second thought was much more controlled and much more him. he reached out, patting your back and trying to inject as much comfort into the touch as he could. you stayed like that for a few minutes as your tears subdued. one final sniff and you were rising from neville's bed. "i'm sorry for this. you're the first person i wanted to come to."
neville rose immediately after, coming to stand at your side. even at thirteen years old, he towered above you. "don't apologize," he said in a serious tone. "it's okay. i'm here for you. always-oof-"
neville's voice was cut off by your frame crashing into his, pulling him into a tight hug. he wasn't used to the touch or the affection and after immediately tensing, he relaxed and wrapped his own arms around you. something bloomed inside neville's chest and though he tried to push it down, you couldn't help but hear his heartbeat quicken.
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neville's experience at the yule ball wasn't as fun as he had hoped for. ginny was a great date and he danced through the entire night but something in his chest didn't feel right. you weren't there, enjoying the once-in-a-lifetime experience with him. he thought that, at first, you were just late or maybe he couldn't spot you among the crowd. but two hours into the night and he hadn't seen you once.
he left the ball eventually and his first and only mission was to seek you out. he slipped through the halls of the castle, narrowly avoiding snape's patrol, in search of you. his feet took him toward an empty stairwell which echoed with quiet sounds of crying.
"y/n?" he called out timidly. the sniff from further up the stairs told him all he needed to know and eventually, he was standing before you. your dress was beautiful, your hair was done in an intricate updo that he knew must've taken hours, and yet you were sobbing alone. "what's going on?"
"cormac...he stood me up. didn't show, didn't owl me. nothing," you said, voice barely above a whisper. he could tell that you had been crying in this very same stairwell for a while based on the puffiness of your eyes and the rasp in your throat. gingerly, he took a seat by your side.
without thinking, your head leaned on his shoulder and the pins in your hair poked his skin. something about his presence visibly eased your pain and he was so glad that he could offer you that.
really, neville wanted to be the one to take you to the yule ball. to be the one that watched you walk down the stairs in your dress. to be the one that danced with you all night long, breathless and laughing. but he was too nervous to do such a thing and instead asked ginny. neville silently reprimanded himself for not being more brave and said, "you look beautiful, you know?"
he could feel your smile against his shoulder. that was all he needed.
3.
"hey neville...did you hear that y/n broke up with zabini last night?" seamus whispered. "apparently it was a whole big scene."
neville didn't know about that actually and hearing it from seamus first hurt him more than he wanted to admit. instead of answering his friend, he poured his attention in to brewing his potion to hopefully get out of snape's class unscathed.
a few hours had passed until he entered the greenhouse for his advanced herbology practices class which he had begged you to take with him. and there you were, carefully plucking weeds out of a venomous tentacula pot. "hey!" he said, coming up behind you.
you turned and he saw the night's effects on your face. dark circles, puffy eyes, a warm sweater covering your body instead of your usual perfect uniform. something tugged at his heart and if he could, he would've wrapped you up and swept you away immediately.
"hey nev," you said with a forced smile. "i'm assuming you heard the news since you're looking at me like i'm a kicked puppy."
he didn't respond but nodded, pulling on his own gardening gloves to assist you in your task. he knew you'd tell him about it without him having to pull it out of you.
"he was nice and all...but he was really mean sometimes and his friends didn't like me. i figured i was too good to put up with more comments about my hair and my uniform and my house but now i'm not so sure." there was a crack in your voice that you cursed.
this time, neville didn't hesitate to pull you into his arms. he had gotten taller, stronger, braver. he was still a gangly mess of limbs but now he knew how to control them and how to offer the best hugs he could. his arms were tight around your shoulders and a few tears slipped from your eyes. his head leaned down and laid upon yours.
"you are too good for that, y/n. you're too good for all of them. i just wish you could see that," neville whispered against your hair. you took in his words, digested them one by one, and felt slightly better. you pulled away and looked at him with watery eyes. from that moment forward, neville knew he would do anything to preserve your happiness and bring a smile to your face. he knew that he was in love with his best friend of six years.
4.
"i don't know what you want from me, draco! i've tried to please you and make you happy a hundred times but it's never good enough!"
"no, it never is and it never will be! god, can't you see i stopped liking you weeks ago? with your nagging and neediness and crying, i don't think you'd ever be good enough for anyone."
neville stopped in his tracks outside the greenhouses. two voices yelled back and forth at each other and he easily distinguished them as y/n and presumably her now ex-boyfriend. neville's fist clenched at the words draco spat at his best friend.
suddenly, he heard stomping and draco flew by him in a rage. quickly, he rushed to where the voices were coming from and found you on the cold ground, upset but not crying. you didn't even look up when he came over and he took it upon himself to sit down next to you. no words were exchanged until-
"i don't know why i try. i don't know why nothing ever works for me. why i keep crying over boys, stupid boys. i don't know why i feel so worthless when those stupid boys break up with me. the worst thing, i think, is that i believe every word malfoy just said. that i won't be good enough for anyone. i will just graduate, work, live alone in a cottage, and watch everyone else fall in love around me but never with me," you rambled. words of self-doubt kept coming from your lips but you didn't know how to stop them. it was a ever-flowing stream of consciousness that neville bared for you. finally, your lips stopped moving and your mouth stopped producing sound. you took in a shaky breath and began to stand. neville's hand flew to your wrist and pulled you back down to the ground.
there, his eyes met yours with such an unwavering intensity that kept you planted. "listen to me, y/n," he started, "i have watched you cry over too many boys to deal with this any longer. not a single one of them deserved you or your love. you give so much and it crushes me that you get so little. do not believe draco, or zabini, or cormac when they make you feel like you're not good enough because you are. you're beautiful, so beautiful, and intelligent, kind, caring, witty, and anyone would be lucky to have you. i know because i have fallen so in love with you the past seven years and even in your ruined yule ball dress or your messy gardening clothes, i feel lucky to be by your side."
your eyes were wide at neville's confession but he didn't back down or take back his words. in fact, he felt relief knowing that his feelings were in the air now. after seven years of growing, he felt brave enough to admit things like that and do things like this.
"maybe the reason nothing ever worked is because i was always seeking you in everyone else," you finally whispered. neville's hand gravitated towards yours and like a moth drawn to an achingly beautiful flame, his lips found yours.
the kiss was everything you had been looking for. sweet, firm, passionate, but gentle. neville would never be mean to you, never degrade you, lie to you, stand you up, or do anything but offer peace and happiness as long as you live.
after a minute of pulling apart then reconnecting, neville leaned his forehead against yours. "i didn't know you had gotten so cliche, blossom." seven years of holding you had led to this and neville wouldn't change a single part of the journey.
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rabbit-reveries · 8 months
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—𝑵eville Longbottom is your boyfriend!
Warnings: pure fluff, GN!Reader
How it started.
His feelings started small, brewing slowly in the pit of his stomach, a potion he let bubble over and cloud his judgment. Whenever you were around he'd be extra clumsy, unable to focus on his current tasks as he stole glances from across the room.
His friends teased him so much. They kept urging him to make a move already, but, a romantic, Neville secretly enjoyed the pining. He didn't want to confess his feelings and risk being rejected, spoiling the fantasy.
Baby steps, he told himself, leaving flowers for you with sweet notes and awkward handwriting. He'd never sign the cards, leaving you to wonder who your secret admirer was.
Unable to hold your curiosity, you set up a trap — It was rather easy to catch him, considering he wanted you to, subtly sabotaging himself in hopes that you'd catch him someday. That way he wouldn't have to initiate the conversation.
Neville didn't delude himself by thinking he'd be ready to confess his feelings for you when the time came. He knew he'd blush and stutter his way through. 
Doing it was harder than he imagined, rambling and reassuring you he didn't mean to be weird about it. He'd read too many of his grandmother's romance novels, that was all. 
You didn't think it was weird. You were flattered by his attention, a similar pink tint to your cheeks as you took a step forward and asked him out.
"So... Would you like to go for a butterbeer sometime...?"
General HCs.
Neville is shy, insecure at his core. He mostly expects you to take the first step, like the first time holding hands and the first kiss.
He kisses rather desperately, to your surprise, hands clinging to your waist. It's like it's never enough, the next kiss never soon enough, and he's afraid it won't ever come. 
Hates PDA. Asks shyly if you'd like to find somewhere quieter to talk, and you know exactly what he means by the blush on his cheeks and neck.
Loves hearing you talk about your interests, lost in the way your eyes shine. 
So supportive of your ambitions and emotions.
Loves how you are willing to hear about HIS interests. Even when you don't understand them, you nod and ask questions, and he SO appreciates the effort. You never make him feel silly or strange.
Still presents you with flowers and notes.
His favorite thing in the world is smoking with you. He can relax fully and just let himself be.
A close second is sleeping with you, your weight comfortable on his chest. 
Picnic dates at every opportunity. Nothing better than having a snack and watching the sky with his favorite person. You let him rest his head on your lap and play with his hair and he silently wonders if it's too soon to propose.
It's a bit too early to think about it, but he is sure he wants to marry you. He is so sure of you.
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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
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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.
“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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darling-akane · 2 years
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The other woman - Neville Frank Longbottom (Chapter one)
"Tell me, my dear, can a heart still break once it's stopped beating?"
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(Okay so this may be dumb but there are two y/ns but I did add two different characters who most people like to ship with Neville, so you can choose who to be, also inspired for the classic movie and my personal favorite, Corpse Bride )
Victoria (Hannah Abbott/Luna Lovegood/Yn Ln)
Victor (Neville Longbottom)
Emily (Y/n L/n)
You get to choose who you want to be!
With his eyes staring down, focusing, his hand gripping on his quill, the link coming out of the tip, leaving lines, circles, and swirls around the page, a drawing, of a butterfly landing on the leaf of a plant, finishing up the last touches, he signs the bottom of the page,
Neville Frank Longbottom,
Admiring of his work, he puts his quill down to the side, his eyes looking up a bit as he stares at the butterfly he captures, looking away for a bit, he closes his notebook, putting it away with the others, he looks back up to the butterfly, who was stuck in a glass jar, standing up from his seat, his arms out, both hands reaching for his window, to open, him facing the glass jar as he moves his hand, lifting it up, letting the butterfly fly free, the beautiful blue butterfly flied around him, making Neville turned, almost following the insect, stopping as the lovely butterfly flies away, leaving his room, making its way out to the window,
Neville took a peak outside, seeing the villagers working, greeting each other, saying 'good morning,' Neville turned his head as he hears the town crier with his bell, waving, he yells, "Here ye, here ye! Ten minutes to go till Longbottom's wedding rehearsal!" he calls out, waving his bell, Neville gulped as he heard the time he has left, "Right, marriage," he gulped again, fixing his suit, as well as his tie, he noticed that his Gran's carriage arrived in front of his home, he could hear her telling him to come down already, telling him to hurry up, he could already see his uncle down, waiting for Augusta and Neville to come down,
The front door opened as Augusta, Neville's Gran, made her way out of her home, clearing her throat, she speaks to Algie, Neville's uncle, "It's a beautiful day," She says, Algie nods in agreement, "It's a rather nice day,"
"A day of a glorious wedding!" She says proudly, Algie cleared his throat, "A rehearsal, my sister-in-law, to be perfectly clear," he reminded her, she rolls her eyes as she scoffs, "yes, of course, of course, a rehearsal for a glorious wedding," she said, fixing up her robes, Algie gets a hold of her hand, helping her get inside the carriage, "Finally, my grandson is getting married, oh how fast the day as come," She says as she takes a seat, taking a peak from the small window, trying to find her grandson, she let out a groan as there was no sight of Neville, "Where is that boy? We might be late!"
"Be patient, he's probably nervous, that's how he is," Algie replied, taking a seat next to her, she nods her head in agreement, her leg moving up and right as she waited for her grandson, being impatient, it's no lie that Neville Longbottom is a rather shy boy, prefers to be on his garden, planting and caring for his plants, or being in his room, playing with his piano, or drawing in his notebook, just him alone with his thoughts,
And there he is, getting married with a girl he never once met or talk to, turns out, she went to his school, it did blow his mind that he will be marrying a stranger,
But he had to shake those thoughts away, no matter how scary or terrifying it is, he had to step out of his room, step out of the house, take a step inside the carriage, and prepared to step inside her home, where the rehearsal with be held,
Her eyes looking down where her hands are laying on top of her thighs, she tries to calm her breath as the lovely sweet old maid help her with her corset, tightening it up, she let out a gasp as she could feel her breath leaving out of her mouth, "My apologizes, my dear, but you know-"
"I know my mother order to, no need to apologizes, I understand," she let out a soft smile as the sweet old lady nods her head slowly, she proceeds to do what she was told, she could hear her sigh, "Oh Hildegarde, what if Neville and I don't-" she needed to stop her sentence as Hildegarde pull the strings again, "-like each other-"
She turned her head away as she could hear in the entrance of her room a scoff, her mother standing in front of the door, with her father on the side, "As if that has to do with marriage, do you suppose your father and I like each other?" she said in a harsh tone, looking to the side in disgust as she rolls her eyes, her husband doing the same, (Hannah/Luna/Yn) cleared her throat as she spoke, "Surely, you must- a little?" Both of her parents were taken back with her sentence, they both at the same time took a look of each other, both scoffing as they replied at the same time, "Of course not!" they said in a defense tone, her mother wanted the subject to change, she speaks again, "Get those corsets laced properly. I can hear you speak without gasping," she said mainly to the old maid, Hildegarde nods her head immediately, tightening the lace even tighter,
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imajinxnation · 4 months
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Yule Ball
Harry Potter Boys x FEM!READER
SUMMARY // Your yule ball dress and how the boys react to your astounding beauty😘
TW // Fluff, Poly!Fred&George, FEMALE READER..
ALL GIFS AND IMAGES FOUND ON PINTEREST
NO INCEST ON FRED & GEORGE'S PART!!🤢🤮
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Harry Potter
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When he first sees you walk into the room, your blood red dress swaying as you walk with confidence, he is stunned into silence. All he can do is give a goofy smile and admire your beauty as speaking is not an option unless he wants to say something embarrassing.
Ron Weasley
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Oh Christ.. As soon as he sees you, it takes his brain a minute to fully comprehend the absolute goddess standing in front of him. When he finally snaps out of his daze, he gives this really dumb laugh and smiles, blushing before looking down at the ground, not wanting you to see him looking like a fool.
Cedric Diggory
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Once he sees you in this gorgeous, innocent yellow coloured dress, he smiles, his hand out for you to take as he asks you to dance with him. He looks cool and calm on the outside.. but he is screaming on the inside at how flawlessly beautiful you look, and also hoping that he won't embarrass himself tonight.
Neville Longbottom
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Most people would probably think he'd be the most foolishly in love out of all the boys, but I disagree. He would smile gently, his eyes lovestruck as always when he sees you. He acts pretty normally around you other than his constant smile. He's not freaking out like the others because, in his eyes, this is how you always look; like a goddess.
Fred & George Weasley
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The fact that you look like an Angel next to these to mischevious demons is no coincidence. All three of you have agreed that your their Angel to their Demon. So when they saw you in this pure white dress, they laughed, knowing what you were going for, while also staring at you with so much love in their eyes.
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siriusly-parker · 5 months
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—flor de maracuja [draco m.] —prologue. [intro]
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[series masterlist]
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]
wc. [0.67k]
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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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Pretending to not be good at herbology so you have an excuse to talk to Neville
And he helps you prepare for a really big exam
And when he's sees you aced it he's SO proud of you and insists he has to take you out to celebrate, which ends up being your first date
And you just don't have the heart to tell him that you really didn't need that much help
And after you've been married 20 years and have a couple kids you finally admit that you'd just wanted an excuse to get close to him
Which he thinks is the sweetest thing he's ever heard
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