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#neville longbottom fic
ginevrapng · 4 months
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boyfriend!neville loves overstimulating you. there's nothing better than having his sweet girlfriend lying on his bed while he pulls multiple orgasms out of you. "neville please i can't take any more," you whine. you've just came for the fourth time and he's already touching you again, pressing two of his fingers inside you.
neville hushes you and kisses down your body before taking one of his nipples in your mouth and biting. you squeal and grab hold of his hair. "you know the rules petal keep your hands down or i'll tie them up." you keep your hands to your side and do your best to listen to neville. neville removes his mouth from your nipple but starts placing kisses down your body. he holds your body down by your love handles, occasionally squeezing your soft skin between his fingers. he always touches you in a way that makes you feel loved and special, like you're the most beautiful girl in the world. "you're so bloody pretty petal. you look like a goddess." your face heats up at the compliment.
neville continues leaving kisses down your body until he reaches your pussy and pushes two fingers back inside you causing you to gasp and grab hold of his arm. neville tuts at your action as you go to apologise, " 'm sorry nev just feels s'good.
"keep your hands by your side, i'm not going to tell you again. do you understand?" he says sternly still fingering you. you quickly nod your head. neville gently pinches one of your plush thighs with his other hand. "do you understand?"
"i-i understand. i promise i'll be good nev!" you reply and clench your hands into fists, consciously keeping them by your side. neville hums and places a loving kiss on your cheek, before mumbling against your cheek about how you're such a girl good for him.
neville lowers down your body and starts giving you head, precisely, just the way you like it, the way that leaves your toes curling and your voice hoarse as you scream his name. neville sucks your clit all while continuing plunging two fingers inside your pussy. "please neville, it's too much! i can't take it!" you whine loudly holding tightly onto the bedsheets.
"you can take it flower," he tells you, you can feel the vibrations of his words against your clit causing you to shiver. neville holds the back of your thick thighs and wraps his arms around them before pulling you even closer to him and returning his hands to your love handles and cunt. he feels you clench around him tightly and he spots the other telltale signs that you're about to cum. your cute noises are getting louder and you're breathing heavier, you're squirming more and squeezing your eyes hard. "let go f'me flower. you can do it." the coil that was previously winding up inside of you snaps and you hips arch up as you shake, your eyes go blurry as you cum again for the fifth time in an hour.
"good girl, good girl," he strokes your arm and kisses your hip. as you calm down and your breathing evens out he gently rubs your clit.
tears stream down your face, "no, no, no, nev please. i can't."
he kisses your hip again. "one more petal. you can give me another one right?" you whimper and nod your head before asking for a kiss.
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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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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
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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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slaymybreathaway · 3 months
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WASTELAND BABY! (Chapter Three)
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Word Count: 1k
Content: sexual innuendo, friendly banter, Neville being all cute and flustered
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September 5th ○ Gryffindor Dorms
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"Ron get up" Harry shook the sleeping figure of his best friend and watched as his one of his eyes opened, his long red hair still splayed across the pillow.
The rest of the boys were already up, having been woken by the bell rining in the corridoor fifteen minutes prior.
"Lemmesleeparry," Ron mumbled before turning onto his other side. Harry rolled his eyes, though he had grown used to this over years.
"Tell him that he'll miss breakfast," Dean laughed from where he was making his bed on the other side of the room. "That should get him up quick enough,"
"Or..." Seamus buttoned up his shirt before grabbing his pillow and holding it up, a michevious smirk on his face.
The other three boys realised what he was getting at and picked up their pillows, quietly walking over to Ron's bed. Seamus counted down from three on his fingers before they all jumped on the bed, bashing the sleeping boy with their pillows.
Ron covered his head with his hands, in a futile attempt to protect himself from the suprise attack. Feathers flew around the room as laughter erupted from the attackers, only stopping once Ron held up his hand in surrender. "Alright alright! I'm up, I'm up!"
Seamus, Dean, Harry and Neville retreased back to their own beds, still chuckling to themselves as a loud knock sounded on the door.
"Shay, you in there?" The sound of an Irish accent made Neville turn his head towards the door quicker than a racing broom.
"Yeah, come in Y/n" Seamus called out from where he was digging through his trunk.
The door opened and in walked y/n, carrying a small pile of clothes. She put them on Seamus' bed, not noticing Neville trying to fix his hair as much as he could.
It had been a few days since their dance on the top of the astronomy tower that had made his affections for her stronger than ever.
"Ma put these in with my stuff before we left. She leave anything with you?" She asked, peering over her brothers shoulder into his trunk. It was often that their mother got their clothes mixed up while doing the laundry.
"I don't understand why there's a charm on the stairs to the girl's dorms but not the boy's. What if we weren't decent or something?" Ron muttered grumpily as he sat on the edge of his bed, pulling on a pair of grey socks.
Y/n turned to face him. "Dumbledore trusts us more than you bunch of perverts I suppose," she let out a laugh, crossing her arms.  "Besides, if you weren't decent, Ron, I doubt there'd be much for me to look at anyways,"
A smirk climbed onto the girl's face as a chorus of "oooh" sounded across the room. A red blush started to connect the freckles on Ron's cheeks as he stuttered trying to defend himself.
Inbetween fits of laughter, Harry handed Ron the glass of water from his nightstand. "You'll need this, mate"
"For what?" He looked up at his friend in confusion.
"To cool down that burn!!" Dean called out, both of his hands cupped around his mouth to project his voice, the room erupted into laughter once more.
"Oh shut up," Ron rolled his eyes and walked straight to bathroom.
Laughter died down as everyone went back to what they were doing. Seamus pulled a couple of t-shirts out of his trunk and set them down on the bed. "Here, these are yours... and, em," he spoke embarrasedly "so is this,"
Y/n watched as Seamus picked a black bra out of his trunk like it was a contaminated object and flung it towards her. Her face immediatley went red with embarrasment as she tucked the bra away under her jumper in an attempt to hide it.
It was poinless though, because Dean let out a whistle from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed. "C'mon y/n/n, show and tell," he joked.
"Piss off Deano," she cracked into a laugh before picking up her other clothes from the bed and started to leave. "Hey Nev, I need to drop these back to my dorm. Will you save a seat in the Great Hall for me?"
Neville looked up from where he was studying his timetable for the year and gave y/n a smile. "Yeah of course,"
Seamus' eyes glanced between all of his friends' faces in suspicion. He waited till his sister had left the room and was out of earshot before turning back to his mates. "You guys better have had a good look because that's it," he spoke just as Ron walked back into the dorm, toothbrush in hand.
"That's what?" Harry asked, confused.
All of the boys turned their heads to Seamus for an answer.
Seamus crossed his arms before speaking "Y/n's off limits, starting now,"  he nodded decidedly.
Neville looked at Seamus with confusion. What did he mean off limits?
"What? That's crazy! we wouldn't go after your sister," Dean shot back, a look of shock on his face.
"Speak for yourself, Thomas." Ron scoffed, a smirk on his face. Seamus, who's face was turning quite red, was about to speak up before Harry interrupted him.
"Do you think if I asked her out she'd say yes. You know, because I'm The Chosen One and all," he grinned, sharing a look with Ron. Of course neither of them was serious, they were just trying to get on Seamus' nerves... and it was working.
Once Dean realised what they were doing, he chimed in too. "On second thought, she does give me the look sometimes"
Seamus almost had smoke almost blowing out of his ears at this stage, but before he exploded he turned to Neville. "I suppose you wanna get in on this aswell, Longbottom?" He asked.
A state of panic came over Neville and he could feel the colour drain from his face. "What? I don't wanna say anything!" He held his hands up.
Seamus' anger was halted as he flung one of his arms around Neville's shoulders. "See! Longbottom's the only one with the decency to not want to snog my sister!" He smiled, pointing at Neville between every word.
Nevilles face went from white as a ghost to red as a tomato in a matter of seconds and he felt his heart racing in his chest.
Only if he knew...
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vilentia · 7 months
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Love's Bloom
Neville Longbottom x reader
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Summary: In the Hogwarts greenhouse, a heartfelt connection blossomed.
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Neville stood amidst the vibrant flora of the Hogwarts greenhouse, his hands carefully tending to a delicate Mandrake leaf. He was always at peace here, surrounded by the beauty and serenity of the magical plants he loved so dearly. But today, his heart fluttered with a different kind of magic.
As he lost himself in the rhythmic dance of leaves and petals, the soft footsteps of someone approaching caught his attention. He turned, his eyes meeting yours, and a warm smile blossomed across his face. There you were, the person who made his heart race faster than a Golden Snitch.
"Hey, Neville," you greeted him, your voice as sweet as a melody. The gentle hum of the Hogwarts castle in the background seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little world.
"Hello," he replied, his cheeks tinted with a soft blush that matched the vibrant hues of the flowers around you. "I didn't expect to see you here today."
You stepped closer, the delicate scent of blooming petals filling the air. "I wanted to find you," you admitted, your eyes locking onto his. "There's something I've been meaning to say."
Neville's heart skipped a beat, and he gently set aside the Mandrake leaf he'd been tending to. "What is it?" he asked, his voice laced with anticipation.
Your fingers reached out, lightly brushing against his as you closed the distance between you. "Neville, you're perfect to me," you whispered, your eyes shimmering with sincerity. "Everything about you, your kindness, your strength, your passion for magical plants—it all makes you perfect in my eyes."
Neville's heart swelled with emotion, and he took your hand in his, his touch as tender as the caress of a petal. "And you," he began, his gaze unwavering, "you're the magic in my world, the melody in my heart. You're perfect to me too."
In that moment, surrounded by the enchanting beauty of the greenhouse, you and Neville shared a love that was as timeless and enduring as the most resilient of magical plants. It was a love that, much like the song of a heart, would forever echo its sweet, perfect tune.
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longbottomlove · 22 days
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first time || n.l.
warnings: smut!
neville and y/n had been dating for about a year at that point, nothing crazy. they’d shared little kisses and hugs, maybe a tiny make out sesh a couple times. the little bit of tongue, heavy breathing kind that every guy dreamed about having with his crush.
but she wasn’t his crush. she was his girlfriend. he loved her. and she loved him. it was simple like that. they’d never tried anything further than kissing because they didn’t need to.
neville tried to be the respectful gentleman y/n deserved, but a nagging problem was starting to arise.
every time they kissed for longer than three seconds, shared a close hug(the kind that had her boobs pressed against his chest), or even if y/n cracked a dirty joke to pull a laugh out from their friends, he had a boner. it was hard to hide and hard to make it go away. neville was a virgin and had no clue what to do.
and then there were the dreams. dreams about his girlfriend. dreams where she was kissing him, touching him, speaking to him in a hushed whisper, neville we have to be quiet. neville we’re gonna be caught. neville do you want me? neville wake up.
and wake up he would. every morning. sometimes he’d wake up to a tent in his pants. other times it would be a sticky mess he had to clean before starting the day.
worst of all was the guilt. godric, the guilt. thinking all of these foul things about someone who had no part in causing it felt criminal. it made him feel gross and pervy. he knew he had to tell you.
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“uh.. y/n?” he forced out. “i..uh. i have to tell you something,”
this was it. the moment she would dump him. poor little neville who had finally gotten a girlfriend was going to be dumped. his heart was racing, palms clammy and shiny with sweat.
y/n followed him into his dorm, taking a seat on the bed like he gestured her to do. she was confused. so confused. was he gonna dump her, did he cheat?
“so what was it you wanted to tell me?” y/n asked, eyes glued to her feet.
“well,” neville started. “i’ve, i’ve been having these thoughts. and they’re gross and about you. and i dunno, i just had to tell you because ikeephavingdirtydreamsaboutyouandimsorry,”
“what?”
neville looked at the girl in confusion. like she couldn’t have possibly not heard him and he didn’t wanna say it again.
“i keep having dirty dreams about you. and im sorry,” he repeated.
a sharp silence overtook the room. she hated him now. she had to. he had confessed his disgusting thoughts to her. he was done for. would she tell a Professor? Snape or McGonagall maybe? would he be expelled for repulsive behavior? or would he just be laughed at by all her friends?
a painful minute of silence rushed through the room, ended only by a sharp cry of laughter. she was laughing! neville didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing but he soon joined in and began chuckling himself.
“oh my god,” y/n started. “i can’t breathe! i cant, i cant,”
after a good four or five minutes y/n finally looked up from her laughing position and looked at her boyfriend. “that’s normal, nev,” she said.
“what?” neville squeezed out.
“to have dreams like that, it’s normal. i’d be concerned if you didn’t have those dreams,”
neville was very confused to say the least. his thoughts were gross… and here she was saying it’s okay.
“and like,” neville started, “every time we like, kiss and stuff, i get a- erm..”
“a what, love?”
neville vaguely gestured to his crotch, hoping she’d get what he meant.
“ohhhhhh. yeah… that’s normal too i think,”she said. neville was relieved to say the least.
it was nearing dinner time, and y/n had promised to sit with hermione and ginny during the meal. she pecked neville on the cheek and started towards the door. she was almost out when she heard a soft voice call out to her.
“y/n?”
“yeah, baby?”
“could you… maybe stay?”
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btsbabe7 · 3 months
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November Prompt 21: Crisp Air
Words: 905 | Pairing: Neville Longbottom x reader
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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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hogwartseighthyear · 1 year
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lessons in apparition
“your girl” series: part 1 | part 2 | (part 3)
(can be read as a standalone)
pairing: neville longbottom x fem!reader word count: 1.9k tags: rated G, house-neutral reader, outsider POV, fluff, pre-relationship, injury mentioned but not in explicit detail, Y/N used summary: neville jumps to your rescue during an apparition lesson gone wrong. note: set in sixth year, it’s less neville’s friends knowing he’s stupidly in love with you and more so neville’s friends knowing you’re both stupidly in love with each other. i skimmed over chapter 18 of HBP for canon compliancy’s sake, and i had a lot of fun writing this one. enjoy and thanks for reading!   request: (anon) “Can I ask for a part 3 of your girl/part 2 of crush where we get more moments of nevilles friends knowing he's in love but in later years? The series is some of the best writing I've seen on Tumblr and you're so talented <3″ [x]   (crossposted here to AO3)
“I’m just saying, Ronald, it wouldn’t kill you to be a little more—”
“Ronald, it wouldn’t kill you to be a little more—”
“Oh, mocking me again? Hilarious, really. That one certainly never gets old.”
“It’s not my fault you’re too bloody uptight to take a joke!”
“And it’s not my fault you’re too empty-headed to come up with anything original!”
Harry sighed as Ron and Hermione descended into yet another petty fight. They’d been at each other’s throats for months now, ever since Lavender had firmly attached herself to Ron’s side (and attached her mouth to his mouth, constantly), and Harry was getting quite tired of it.
It was Saturday morning—the morning of their second Apparition lesson—and despite the fact that the three of them had walked to the Great Hall together, Ron and Hermione had been so busy having a spat that they hadn’t said a single word to Harry the whole way there. So it wasn’t at all surprising that neither of them seemed to notice when Harry stepped away and swiftly headed off in the opposite direction.
He loved Ron and Hermione dearly, of course, but if he had to listen to them fight for a single minute longer he was certain he’d go insane.
The wooden hoops were already spread out on the floor and all the other sixth years chattered amongst themselves as they filtered into the Hall and found their places. Harry was careful not to trip as he weaved through the room, scanning his classmates for a friendly face. He would’ve liked to have taken the chance to eavesdrop on Malfoy again, just like the previous lesson, but he and his Slytherin cronies weren’t present yet.
“Oh, hello, Harry!”
Harry turned to find Neville waving happily at him. You were also there at Neville’s side, as you often were, and you sent Harry a smile. Harry let out a breath of relief and walked over. Perhaps he was only trading one pair of oblivious friends for another, but at least the two of you were actually pleasant to be around.
“Hey, Neville, Y/N. Mind if I stand with you guys?” Harry asked.
“‘Course not, you’re always welcome. Are Ron and Hermione still…?” Neville trailed off with a grimace.
“Being complete dunderheads?” Harry filled in. “Yes, unfortunately.”
You and Neville peered across the Great Hall over Harry’s shoulder, where said dunderheads were still arguing. Ron’s face was flushed red with anger and Hermione’s hand gestures had become increasingly animated. People were starting to cast odd looks their way, and Professor McGonagall was already approaching with a stern expression. Presumably to break up their squabble and take away house points.
“Goodness. They fight like an old married couple,” you commented.
“A miserable old married couple,” Neville said.
Harry thought the comparison was a bit ironic. If any two students at Hogwarts acted like an old married couple, it was you and Neville—but in a more wholesome and heartwarming way. So much so that it was a little sickening at times.
Neville made your tea for you each morning at breakfast, just the way you like it. You straightened his tie and fixed his hair without being asked. You finished each other’s sentences and cry-laughed at inside jokes no one else could ever hope to understand.
Frankly, Harry thought it was almost offensive that you and Neville weren’t dating already, as did everyone else who knew the two of you. But whatever. It wasn’t exactly any of his business. And anyway, these days Harry already had to deal with enough unresolved romantic tension just by being in proximity of Ron and Hermione.
“Do either of you reckon anyone will actually manage to Apparate today?” Harry asked conversationally as the Heads of Houses gathered at the front of the Great Hall and began calling for everyone to ready up and find a hoop.
“Well it certainly won’t be me. But Padma told me she felt a ‘tugging sensation’ during the last lesson. She seems really determined,” you offered. “What about you, Harry? Nev said you’ve done it once before. Maybe you’ll pick it up quicker since you already know what it’s like.”
“Only a Side-Along,” Harry clarified. “I’m not keen to do it again, honestly. It felt awful. I’d rather take a broom if I need to go anywhere. Or, y’know, use my legs.”
“That’s understandable,” you said, nodding. “I’m still excited to learn how to Apparate, though. It must be so useful to pop from one place to another just like”—you snapped your fingers—“that.”
“I just hope no one gets Splinched again this time around,” Neville said with a little shudder. “Seeing Susan’s leg like that was—”
“—ghastly,” you finished. “Poor Susan.”
The sixth years in the Hall quieted down as Wilkie Twycross, the Apparition instructor from the Ministry, stepped forward and welcomed everyone to their second lesson. Without anymore preamble, he dove straight into the same lecture he had given a week before. Remember the three D’s! Destination, Determination, Deliberation!
Neville sarcastically mouthed along, making you giggle. In turn, Neville beamed at you like you’d hung all the stars in the sky. And Harry, watching the whole display, didn’t know whether the sugary sweetness of it made him want to smile or throw up. Still, your and Neville’s affection was leagues better than Ron and Hermione’s antagonism. So he really couldn’t complain.
Just like the week prior, the first few Apparition attempts yielded a great deal of staggering and stumbling, but nothing more. Harry still didn’t feel any sort of tugging or tingling. He just felt a bit silly, staring at a wooden hoop and spinning in place time after time to absolutely no avail.
“Merlin!” you huffed after the seventh attempt. “Why do we even have to twirl like this? I swear I’ve seen people Disapparate without twirling.”
Standing between you and Harry, Neville had squeezed his eyes shut and bent forward to rest his hands on his knees, trying to ride out his dizziness. “I dunno. Aesthetic and flare?” he guessed.
You snorted. “Imagine!”
“Determination!” Twycross was reminding everyone from the front of the Hall. “Feel the yearning to occupy the hoop throughout your body, mind, and soul. Let it overcome you.”
Nearby, Seamus had sprawled out on the floor with a defeated expression, and Professor Flitwick was worriedly holding a conjured bin in front of Terry’s face, which had turned a concerning shade of green.
After a short recess, the sixth years collected themselves as best they could and readied up for another go. There was a distinct, mounting tension in the air. This would be the class’s eighth attempt. Nothing had happened yet, but the trend had to break eventually. The question was who would be the first, and how.
Though Harry knew the universe had a penchant for repeatedly placing him in extraordinary situations at the center of everyone’s attention, he really, really hoped it wouldn’t be him. He would be just fine if he never Apparated again in his life, thank you very much.
“Alright, students. Once again, on my count,” Twycross announced. “One… two… THREE!”
There was a loud CRACK, followed by a shriek of pain.
Harry whipped around to see you standing in your hoop, teetering in place, with one of your shoes sitting a short distance away. But it wasn’t just your shoe. It was your shoe with the foot still inside, just past the ankle.
Neville shouted in alarm. There was a second CRACK. And all of the sudden, Neville was also standing in your hoop, wrapping his arms around you to keep you from toppling over.
“PROFESSOR!” he yelled as you held onto him with a death grip, crying into the front of his sweater.
It was unclear which professor Neville was calling out for, but it didn’t seem to matter. Out of the four Heads of Houses in the Great Hall, it was Snape who happened to be the closest, and he quickly strode over in a great billowing mass of black robes. To general astonishment, Neville didn’t flinch or shrink away. He barely even glanced at Snape. All of his care and concern was focused entirely on you.
With a sharp wave of his wand, Professor Snape cast the proper spell, which shot off with a bang and a puff of purple smoke. Once the smoke cleared, Harry saw that your foot had been firmly reattached to your leg, though you still whimpered and clung to Neville.
The rest of the sixth years in the Hall, who had all been watching in silent shock, started to murmur. Harry rushed over to you and Neville.
“Y/N! Are you okay?” he asked.
“I-I think— I think I need to sit down,” you stammered through your tears.
Neville immediately lowered you to the floor, not releasing his hold on you. Harry followed, dropping to his knee as the three of you huddled together. You trembled fiercely.
“Do you need to be escorted to the hospital wing, Miss L/N?” Snape asked, his voice even and unexpressive. You had been one of his more competent Potions students when he was still teaching the subject, which was enough to spare you from his usual nastiness, apparently, despite Neville and Harry’s presence: Snape’s two least favorite students.
You shook your head, sniffling and wiping at your cheeks.
“Are you sure? Even for a Calming Draught?” Neville asked worriedly, patting you down as if checking for any other missing pieces.
“No, no. Just… give me a minute,” you breathed. “I’m okay. I’ll be okay.”
Snape stepped away, allowing you to collect yourself. Neville rubbed his hands up and down the sides of your arms, and Harry placed one of his own hands on your knee, giving it a supportive little pat. He wasn’t too adept at comforting other people, but he tried.
“Sir! I think Longbottom just Apparated!” someone from the crowd finally called out to Twycross, and the murmurs exploded into excited, noisy chatter.
“Longbottom? No way!”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Oh, come on!”
“I saw it! He Apparated!”
“It’s true, Longbottom Apparated!”
Neville frowned and glanced around at all the gawking students. “What? No I didn’t.”
“Yeah you did, mate,” Harry said. Despite the fact that he still felt rather shaken by the whole ordeal, a wide grin had worked its way onto his face. “You didn’t even have to do a spin.”
You laughed wetly in Neville’s arms. “I knew it. The twirls are useless.”
Twycross had wandered over to peer at the lot of you on the floor, his hands clasped behind his back. 
“Ah, yes. An excellent example of sufficient determination at work,” he said. He turned to address the other sixth years. “Your whole entire being must want to move to your desired location, and you must be unwavering in that want. Now, while Apparition may come easier in moments of high emotion, it will do all of you well to remember…”
Harry tuned out the rest of Twycross’s lecture, suppressing an eye roll, and looked back to you and Neville.
Neville had turned quite pink, and the enamored smile you were directing his way certainly didn’t help matters. Harry’s own face heated in embarrassment at the sight, feeling as though he was suddenly intruding on something far too tender for his own eyes. He quickly removed his hand from your knee. You didn’t seem to notice.
“You know you’re amazing, right?” you said to Neville.
“I didn’t really do anything—”
“Don’t,” you said gently, and reeled him in for a hug. Harry heard a muffled thank you against Neville’s shoulder. He took a shaky breath and held you tighter in response.
Harry stood and returned to his hoop, leaving you and Neville behind for a moment of privacy. Yeah, that was enough unresolved romantic tension for him today.
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thestralluvr · 8 months
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The heart’s deepest desire.
Neville Longbottom x Reader
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Y/N L/N was a very curious student, their boyfriend Neville Longbottom could definitely second that. They were always exploring about the castle and its grounds, searching for new findings each day. Usually they were accompanied by Neville, but nonetheless, he was always the first person they would go to whenever they found something new.
Which is what lead them to the Hogwarts Greenhouses, running up to the man himself pottering about to tell him about what could very well be their best find yet.
“Neville! There you are!” They exclaimed, out of breath. “Here I am! Are you alright there, love? You seem a little frazzled… oh! I know that look, what did you find this time?” He asked, excitedly.
They smiled with a tinge of blush on their cheeks, after all this time he still managed to make them flustered. “I think this may very well be my best find yet, Nev!” They declared.
“My darling, I’m positive you say that every time…” He laughed. “Well I mean it a whole lot more this time! You have to come see for yourself!” They took his hand in theirs, leading him through the grand castle.
“Wow, you sure did a lot of adventuring today that’s for sure!” Neville smiled. “It’s not that far to go I promise.” They had travelled down hidden stairs, walked cobweb-ridden corridors, and faced a loose Cornish Pixie or two before arriving in an almost abandoned dark room, the only light emitted by their wands and the fleeting sun through the frosted glass windows. The room was bare, save for a tall golden mirror with rusted engraving in the middle.
“Merlin, I see why you were so excited, this is beautiful!” Neville exclaimed, “It is, isn’t it. But I’ve found it’s not any old mirror. Go on, stand in front of it!” They moved next to the mirror, allowing Neville to see for himself what mystery the mirror held.
Neville shut his eyes and stepped in front of the mirror, taking a deep breath he opened his eyes and studied his reflection. By the look on his face they could tell he had seen something other than his regular reflection, just as they had.
“Pretty amazing right?” They gushed. Neville remained silent, noticing his lack of reply they looked up at his expression, seeing tears well up in his eyes. “Neville, love… is what you see…is it not what you’d hoped?” They asked worriedly.
“It’s you.” He replied softly. “It’s us.” He added, “Us and my parents…” It was then that they understood why he was tearful, whether happy or sad tears, they knew the outcome would be the same. Neville was seeing his greatest desire, yet he couldn’t have it.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve thought this through…” they apologised. “No, Y/N, no apologies.” He stopped them, shaking his head. “I see them, yes but they look so proud of me, of both of us.“ He smiles. “They are proud of you Neville, I understand they can’t express it, but the way I see them look at you, even without an enchanted mirror. I know deep down that they love you and they are so, so proud of you.” They walked over and took his hand, guiding him to the window sill.
They cupped his face in their hands, green eyes meeting Y/E/C ones. “I know part of your deepest desire cant be achieved, but I will do anything I can to make as much of it possible.” They promised. Neville brought his hand up to hold one of the ones on his cheek, caressing the back of their hand in a silent thank you.
Walking out of the door, beginning their journey back to the Great Hall for dinner, Neville smiled and stopped them. “We were in wedding attire by the way.”
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claywriting · 3 months
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Look out for me
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3600 words
first part of three: part two, part three
If you like I wrote another fic of neville, called "I can’t always be there to save you"
the Y/n is the same
Very, very slow burn
neville x f!reader
Being in the DA is one of the best things that happened to Y/n, not drawing attention on herself however has never been one of her abilities. When she found herself having to decide between defending Neville, which she isn't even so friend with or ending in the Umbridge hands she has no doubt, jumping at the rescue of the timid boy, not caring about the consequences. But this will have, and perhaps, not the ones expected.
The corridors of Hogwarts where colder that year, than ever before. Maybe only in the third year Neville found those colder, the terror of having the dementor roaming around the school and knowing that a serial killer was looking for the guy who slept in the bed near his almost make him go crazy that year. But in his fifth year the atmosphere if possible was even darker. The danger didn’t come from outside the school no more, but from the inside. The installation of the professor Umbridge was one of the worst things ever happened to the school; making the climate that the students had to endure the worst possible. Just walking around, talking freely, or looking too much could cause many problems to the younglings.
And there he was, walking alone in the afternoon, after the end of his lessons, going for the Room of Requirement, because Harry had that crazy idea, and now he was risking his neck to learn how to defend himself from crazy death eater and You-Know-who. He sighed, shaking his head, very lost in his thoughts, only listening the sound of his shoes on the floor of the empty hall; until a much faster sound captured his attention, someone coming very fast to his location. He raised his eyes just enough to look at his surrounding when a hand clashed on his back. “Hello, Darling. Going around alone? Mind if I walk with you? Pretty sure we are going in the same direction anyway and,” there she lowered her voice “Granger told us, better moving in pairs, less easy to pick on us.” A small laugh came out of a mouth next to Neville’s ear, as he moved his gaze to look at the girl that just crashed on his back.
Y/n was a year younger than him, a fellow Gryffindor, a normal girl. Pretty, Seamus once said, but no one had the courage to go tell her; her notorious hot head more than enough to keep any unwanted suitor away from her. But Neville had to agree with Seamus, she was, pretty. She had large shoulders, always waiting for one of the Weasley twins to fell of the broom (as she said) to be able to play, her hairs looked soft and well cured, even when she returned to the common room after study session they looked pretty, curled in a bum on top of her head; although that year she had cut them shorter, into a messy and carefree bob that was always, well... messy; but, and Neville could not explain that to himself, it looked like she wanted it to be like it, because even if it was chaotic, her hair looked better than ever. She had a happy smile, the one kind that make other people smile too, and a fast tongue that make her one of the targets both from the twins and the Umbridge, the firsts because they founded her annoyed words funny, and the second because she can’t seem to keep her mouth shout for her own good.
And, as the last part there were her eyes. Neville always tough that her eyes were the most mesmerizing eyes in the whole school. Able to go from looking like a sky before a storm, when she was studying or saw something that angered her, to the kindest and happiest one for almost nothing.
As one time she was clearly struggling with her head inside a book, reading for God know what time the same three lines; her face looked like she was about to explode and kill someone, and Ginny came to Neville asking for a courtesy.
“I have finished all my sweets,” she told him softly “don’t you happen to have something? This usually is enough to make her mood better.”
Now, Neville always was picked on by bullies, but after the year before when the girl crushed Gobble’s nose with her book to protect him, he felt a little more safe to walk around in the castle, especially when the girl was in the surroundings. So, he was eager to be able to help her, in everything, even the smallest thing. This was no exception, and the marvel when he noticed that, only tapping on her shoulder to offer her a candy, make her eyes transform in pure bliss. She accepted the candy so happily that make his heart warmer.
“Yes, I Know, but I didn’t find anyone; and…” he hesitated “going around with a girl is…”
She laughed, softly. “I swear Longbottom, I’ll be distant enough to not get us a detention, if someone comes by, okay?”
He nodded, slow.
“But seriously, ask me next time. I don’t like to go alone neither. And go picking Luna is a pain in the ass, I always send Ginny and Hermione. So, I don’t have to walk by myself for half of the castle.”
“She isn’t bad” tried to argue him.
“No, she is lovely. Don’t get me wrong.” She fasted explain “But, if you don’t mind, I prefer to walk with you.”
Some redness grew on the boy’s face, his hand twirling on each other’s. “I… like to walk with you too, Y/n.” he muttered.
“So, there isn’t any problem if we go together, only being safer. No cons, only pros.” She laughed, putting her hands in the pockets of the coat. “Am I wrong?”
The boy shakes his head. “As always, no, you aren’t.”
Another laugh left the lips of the girl next to him. She must have been of an extremely good mood that day, Neville thought, looking at her jumping happily in the middle of the hall, slightly ahead of him; he himself let go a smile, while looking at her. The thoughts in his head looking at the happy girl jumping and twirling her skirt, her bouncy hair free in the air, the laughter in her eyes. She was extremely good at making him happy, just by looking at her. He almost tend his hand to grab her when a cough reclaimed their attention behind them.
“Longbottom.” a snarky voice make him  froze on the spot, and slowly turn around.
The malefic trio behind them, Draco was looking at Neville with a smirk on his face, and behind him Cabble and Goyle. Neville was petrified in the middle of the corridor, unable to lift his gaze to look at the three in the eyes, one good thing was that his figure covered almost completely y/n, so when she emerged from behind him she had a very good view of the change of expression of the three guys. She smirked at them, Cabble growl ah her, Neville with a surge of curage put himself between his friend and the bully.
“Do we have any problem, Malfoy?” asked the girl, putting a hand on Neville’s shoulder, to tranquilize him. “I mean, you and your two minions, clearly have some, but we?” she looked at them funny, “We didn’t do anything wrong.”
The blonde one, the one that looked like a ferret, gaze them with attention, before a smirk grew on his face. “Do you really wanna do this, L/n?”
The girl already had her wand in her hand, but was still smiling, and the tone of her voice spoke about arrogance, against Draco. “I won’t make anything, if you don’t do anything funny, Malfoy.”
Neville thought that the tension between the girl and Draco was so thick that could be cut with a knife, both looked like as they were ready to jump at each other throat, just a wrong movement and chaos would be unleashed in the corridors. They clearly hated each other, Draco was a bitch with all the Gryffindors, but Neville has seen him with that expression only looking at Harry, he would have never thought… His gaze moved on the two behind him, Cabble looked like he was ready to rip the head off y/n, probably because last year she broke his nose, and Goyle looked as always, eager to torment someone.
“Letting a girl defending you Squib?” asked Malfoy moving his gaze on Neville, witch didn’t answer the provocation.
Y/n however did.
“Jealous, Draco? What’s the matter? Do you wish to have someone protecting you?” she makes a grimace at him, moving her weight to a foot into the other. “I can show you, if you ask properly. Be a good boy, c’mon.”
She was shitting on him, and everyone could tell; but, for once, Draco decided to be the smart one, lifting his wand as to cast a spell, Neville saw the slow movement, and understood that there made with purpose, to make the girl attack him first. And that exactly what she did, seeing Draco lifting his wand she had no instants of doubt, her wand moved almost on his own ad she casted a spell that led the blonde boy fly into a wall, crashing and falling with disgraced movement.
But, when he lifted his face, aside from a little blood that was leaking from his nose, a smile moved his face.
“She attacked me!” he started screaming. “Get her! She attacked me!”
The yells were more than enough to make her hesitate for some moments, her eyes moved to Nevilles, with a sorry look on her face; knowing that she, with her hot head, just condemned them both to a visit into Umbridge’s office. That was just a second because after that a binding curse send her flying into the hall, blocked on the floor.
Neville looked in horror his friend being sent on the other side of the corridor, her hair scattered on the cold floor and her wand fled some meters from the body of the girl. Her eyes blocked looking in another direction, open. For a second, he felt bile coming in his mouth, she looked death, but then the Pietrificus totalus malediction crashed on him too, and his thought moved in another direction, afraid for the consequences of the meet.
When Neville recuperates his body autonomy, he was already in the Umbridge office; the smell of melted rose scented wax making his eyes watery, and his throat ache. Y/n on the floor too, not far away from him. She didn’t look very worried, and this made him even more anxious, afraid of what the girl could do. It was almost like she didn’t care what would have happened to her, as long as she would have win in the long period. She wasn’t afraid of losing points from her house, to sustain the angry looks of her housemates, to end in detention every other week; it was like she didn’t care because she feels in peace with herself every time she put herself in trouble to defend someone.  So, there she was, lifting herself from the floor to sit on one of the little armchairs in front of professor’s Umbridge desk, with a little smile on her lips. Neville didn’t sit, standing behind the girl, trembling slowly.
“Is it true,” started the woman, passing her own wand from a hand to the other. “that you two attacked some other students.”
“No, it’s not.” answered Y/n fast, moving for an instant her gaze on Neville’s, which sent her a confused look. “I did. He didn’t do nothing, Miss, just standing here.” 
The professor’s gaze moved on Neville, thinning.
“I’m ready to take the Veritaserum, Miss, I was the one that cast a spell first, on Malfoy. He did nothing, was walking me to the common room.” She fidgets with her hands, slightly nervous. “I swear, Miss. Neville’s has not done anything wrong, even stepping in the middle to stop me.” she make a small laugh. “He knows I’m a hot head.”
Professor’s Umbridge sat in silence, looking only at the girl.
“Very well” she sighed “Longbottom, you are free to go. But I have my eyes on you, so be careful.” She showed him the door. “And, perhaps, choose better friends, in the future.”
Neville opened his mouth, as to protest. “I’m… I was there it isn’t right… not only Y/n…”
The girl gave him a soft smile “It’s alright, I’ll see you in the common room later. I’ve made a mistake, It’s only my fault.”
Neville looked at her in disbelief. Once again, she was just sitting there going in detention with serenity, the girl give him a last smile and then the professor forced him to leave the office.
He walked to the great hall with his hands into the pockets of his pants, the head recessed between the shoulders, and his face deformed in a sad pout. He sat there till the other members of the DA arrived and sat as well.
“Why didn’t you come to the encounter?” inquired almost immediately Ginny, leaning in his direction.
Every other member of the DA looked at him curious.
“Y/n.” he answered, gaining more curious look from his peers. “She…” he sighed “Malfoy stopped us in the middle of a hallway, and she… didn’t take well. I mean, he extracted the wand, and she attacked him…” he passed a hand on his eyes.
The Weasley let all go a laugh, followed by Harry.
“Did she hurt him?” asked Fred, with sparling eyes.
Neville just moved his head to point to the Slytherin table, where Draco’s nose was still red and swallow. The table let go another amazed laugh, one of the twins almost fall from his spot.
“She has a passion to hit on the nose of the Slytherin. I wonder if she does on purpose or what.” Ron commented between the laughs; Ginny’s, on his side, exploded in another laugh, very amused by the precision of her friend.
“I bet she does it on purpose.” Commented Dean. “She is a good Beater; her aim must be good.”
Everyone agreed with that, and, by doing so the focus of the conversation moved to the quidditch, distracting the presents, except for Neville, which keep an eye on the doors of the Great Hall, waiting for his friend. When they all get up, at the end of the dinner he makes sure to take a sandwich for the girl.
The group moved to the common room and there sated, chatting between each other, on the sofa enjoying the warmth of the fire in the fireplace. Next to Neville, Ginny was sitting on the sofa curled up in silence. In an angle Fred and George were confabulating something and, next to them, Seamus and Dean were chatting about Quidditch.
After some time, the paint of the Fat Lady opened, and, behind the entrance y/n was standing, her hand red and a black eye proud on her face.
“Sup guys,” she entered gaining the silence inside of the room, she left her robes on the armchair and sat on the sofa, next to Ginny and Neville. “did you all had a good evening?”
“What in the bloody hell happened to your face?” Hermione spoke first, breaking the silence in the room, clearly voicing what everyone were thinking, looking at her.
“Oh… yes.” Y/n answered “This… I may or may not have made the Umbridge…” she grinned “Mad.”
The silence persisted.
“I exaggerated, maybe. But that old Hag makes my patience go to the hell.” she looked at Neville’s lap, where a sandwich sat napkin-wrapped. “Is that for me honey? You are the most precious.” she added when Neville confirmed that, the food, was in fact for her. Her hand moved and grabbed the sandwich to unwrap it, and she started eating.
Fred and George moved closer curious looking at her. “And the hand? What did make you write?”
She grinned, once again. “I should have write ‘I should not attack other students.’” she moved her hand, to show the twins; Neville leaned to look at the back of the girl’s hand, on that the back a sentence.
“I will punch Malfoy” and above another sentence, unreadable.
“When I noticed what that thing was doing to my hand, I decided to write on me something that I actually believe.” she huffed. “The old hag didn’t check what I was writing, so…” She lifted her shoulder with a smile that promised chaos and moved her eyes to look at Fred and George. “Weasleys, I will need your help, if it’s not much trouble.”
The two looked at her intrigued, smelling that something was on.
“I swear Y/n if you make us loose other points…” started Ron.
“Let the lady talk Ronnie.” exclaimed Fred smacking his brother behind his head.
“Ye, I think she is cooking something in that head.” added George.
She tapped her fingers on the armrest of the sofa. “I think we’ll need the bludgers,” she muttered “and a distraction to sneak into the office while she is away.” added eyeing Ginny, she huffed. “But before anything else I need a shower, and a good night of sleep.” the girl eyed the twins once again. “I hope we’ll discuss this thing better tomorrow morning, yes?”
The two grinned at her.
And Neville stood here looking at y/n and the twins, the stomach twisted with anxiety and, maybe, something else.
Two weeks passed by with nothing done from y/n, it looked like that only speaking about terrible things with the twins was enough to keep her satisfied, but Neville couldn’t shake that horrible feeling that was aching his chest. He, used to have her spawning around him at the most random moments, was now seeing her only in company of the two ginger boys. Even Ginny, that was a good friend of the girl, was barely seeing her outside of the lessons. At lunch and dinner, she always sat with Neville and Ginny, and now her new place was between the two brothers, in the corridors looked like they walked to her and with her to every class; and after the lessons she was allowed to stick to them constantly, at quidditch practice, during the DA meetings, in the common room during the evening.
Neville was looking at all this with a pouty face and nervous attitude, ready to snap to everyone that talked about the trio in a different way than to complain. Ginny and Hermione being his best ally on this ques. The first because the one girl that was hatched by her brother was her best friend who she was deeply missing, and the other because she didn’t want to attract Umbridge attention on the Gryffindor house. So, during an evening in the common room, during which Neville was studying at a table in silence the two girls popped at his side, sitting with a disappointed groan.
“We must stop the three of them.” Hermione said with no further ado. Neville lifted his eyes from the book he was reading to send the two girl a confused look, tilting his head, no more invitation was needed for the girl to continue. “They are going to get us in trouble, if they get caught in no time the Umbridge will know about the DA, and then, we all be marked.”
Neville shot a look at Ginny, which nodded. “To be honest you know, I’m only pissed because she now spends all her time with those two,” she moved her hair behind her ear “aren’t you? You used to walk everywhere together, and now she goes with them.” The two girl sent him inquisitive looks, curious about his answer, and he blushed.
“I… you know, since the beginning of the year walking with a girl can send you in detention.”
Ginny gave him a kick under the table.
“Don’t be stupid,” She hissed. “and don’t lie to me. I know you miss it, she doesn't even spar with you at the DA.” The redhead takes her breath in, as Hermione moved her gaze to look at the girl they were talking about that was just walking inside the room with the twins.
“We know it pisses you too, Neville.” Hermione said softly “And we know that seeing her happy makes you happy too, but…”
At this point the boy shook his head, asking himself why he was listening to the two girls. He closed his book, his cheeks red and suddenly stood up, interrupting that and other conversation in the room. Even Y/n which in the last period was so taken by the twins to even look at him stopped her chatting to stare in silence. Seeing Neville, the quiet, unsure, boy stand up like that, the face angry and the hands closed in firsts was a new gaze to all the presents, and so everyone stopped what was doing to look in awe at the scene. “I’m not gonna put in the middle.” Said the boy with no hesitation whatsoever. “If she is happy, then I am. That’s it.” He spoke, leaving Hermione and Ginny to look at him confused, or better, surprised from the reaction. He waited long enough to see the two nods before taking his book and fly in the direction of his room, the eyes of the common room that were piercing the back of his head.
Many times, Y/n had saved him from the bully, the last time just a few weeks prior, when the bully stopped being a student and has become a professor, he could have never token something that made her happy, even if that meant was left behind. He passed a hand on his eyes, trying to make the tears that were stinging his eyes return, and succeeded, remaining in silence, on his bed, looking at the ceiling while in the common room the chatting was returning to his normal pace.
hello hello hello i hope you liked this little thing, is shorter than the other one, but I'm writhing other parts too and working on other fiction as well.
If you wish to be tagged in part two (and three as well) let me know; and if you have any request or ideas. Anything will be precious to improve myself. <3
I take a moment to tell, I don't have a beta reader and, since I'm not english, I would appreciate some help.
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Wish I Didn't Love You- Neville Longbottom
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Neville Longbottom
Seventh Year at Hogwarts
I have never run as fast and desperately in my life as I am doing right now. Even with the pain spreading throughout my body, the only thing I can think about is not being caught. My feet directed me on their own, knowing perfectly well the path they should take. Alecto Carrow had stopped hot on my heels thanks to the Locomotor Mortis I had recently thrown at him. However, that wouldn't last for long. I take the last curve towards my final destination and my mind repeats over and over again what I needed to appear at this moment. Just when I reach the wall for which I had run so much, a door appears in front of my eyes and without thinking twice I enter it. Instantly, I feel all eyes on me and even when I try to get the words out of my mouth, it is almost impossible due to uncontrolled breathing.
– What are you doing standing there? Help her! — Seamus moves through the mass of students, hurriedly approaching me while he takes a quick look at me. 
— Have they followed you here? Did anyone see you enter? —
—No—I manage to say between breaths—I gott rid of Alecto on the way. He won't make it this far. —
—Good. — Seamus' frown deepened as he took in my appearance. I could still feel the intense pounding on my bleeding nose, but nothing compared to the pain in my left arm. — Wake Neville up , he needs to know what happened. —
Padma Patil instantly darts toward one of the hammocks seeking out Neville, while Seamus holds me firmly by the waist and with Colin's help we head towards one of the available chairs. Colin wastes no time and begins to examine me more exhaustively, noticing the multiple blows spread across my body and the arm that made it impossible for me to move. 
—We'll need a bone-growing potion for this...— He hurriedly walks to the other side of the Room of Requirement, being swiftly replaced with a familiar face. —
— (Y/N) — Neville kneels before me, cupping my face in his hands and his expression etched with concern. —What the hell happened? —
—Alecto.— I limit my words to that as Colin had returned with a bottle in his hand. —
—Her arm is broken— He comments to Neville as he sits next to me.—This is what we have left of the Skele-Gro.—It may not be enough to completely repair the damage, but it will help at least. We can heal the nose easily. (Y/N), I know this will hurt but it's necessary, okay? —
—Do what you have to do...— I responded, my voice trembling due to the pain. Neville, sensing my distress, settles beside me, clasping my hand gently, offering a reassuring squeeze. He signals Colin to continue, who seconds after whispers 'Episkey', causing my nose to return to its original state with a small 'crack'. I let out a painful moan when I feel that sensation and I squeeze Neville's hand harder. He begins to gently rub my back while he rests his chin on my head. —
— Here you go — Seamus hands me the Skele-Gro. — it will take some time to do its effect so once you drink it you should lie down. Maybe it will help you with the pain. —
I nod listening to his words and without thinking too much I down the liquid in a single movement. The disgusting taste takes over all my senses and I grimace, handing the bottle to Colin before leaning back against Neville, closing my eyes. The boys leave giving me space and a few minutes later the pain I felt in my arm multiplies four times more, causing me to make multiple complaints of pain and some rebellious tears to escape from my eyes. Neville doesn't leave my side for a second and whispers in my ear that the pain would pass soon and I would be fine. A few minutes later I start to feel a little better and he gets up looking for a piece of cloth that he tears and ties to his liking to put around my arm so that I have some kind of support. The next few minutes were spent in silence allowing my body to get a little used to the pain to the point where I could breathe somewhat normally again.
—How... How did he do this to you? — Neville whispers after a while, causing me to come out of my little trance. —
—I was leaving the library when Alecto saw me. — I sigh, brushing the hair away from my face with the hand that was still healthy — He stopped me and began to question me about where you were hiding. I told him I knew absolutely nothing and he stressed to me over and over again how close you and I were... He couldn't get any information out of me so he decided it was time to take me to the dungeons. Anyway, I escaped before he could do anything else. That's when he started following me and along the way he managed to attack me a couple of times. On one of those times I fell down the stairs and ended up with this.— I point to my nose and arm vaguely. — I knew that if that woman ended up capturing me I would end up dead so I got up and continued my way here. —
—Then you're not going back out there.— He whispers with a thick voice and tense muscles as he observes me carefully. His features were strong and somewhat wrinkled, giving me the impression that he was angry. — I knew that it was a mistake for you to return after the Easter holidays. You should have listened to me (Y/N). —
—And what did you want? That I would sit at home with my hands folded when the school is falling apart and you're basically shouldering the burden alone? What kind of person would I be if I did something like that Neville? —
—Someone who wants to live (Y/N)!— He raises his voice a little, causing my body to tense and the anger to increase.—
—That is the most stupid and selfish thought I have ever heard you say. —
—Selfish?— He laughs sarcastically, shaking his head— Don't you realize? Ginny and Luna are gone. Who knows if they are still alive after all this time. Dean is on the run because his life is in danger and no one is safe here, no one (Y/N). And I’m selfish for wanting to protect you? Look how you are right now! Do you think it's worth it? —
—Why wouldn't it be worth it? Neville, we're in this together. I can't be far from my friends, from you, knowing the type of people we are facing. You and I made a promise and I won't be the one to break it. So forgive me if you don't agree with my way of thinking, but it is what it is and that's the end of the matter. —He snorts, shaking his head and crosses his arms, remaining silent for a few minutes.—
—Sometimes, I wish I hadn't fallen for you…— Neville's words pull my gaze to him, and as he sighs, I see the weight of his feelings mirrored in his eyes. — Not in this reality we're trapped in. I wish I didn't have to fear losing you, seeing you hurt, or wondering if each kiss might be the last. But that's not the hand we've been dealt. I can't stop loving you, can't shake off these fears, can't help being selfish when it comes to you, because, (Y/N), you're everything to me. Just try to see it from my side, even for a moment, please.—
His voice wavers, and my heart clenches, a lump forming in my throat. Shifting on the couch, I lean against his chest, feeling his arms envelop me in a cocoon of warmth.
—That's what I do every single day.— I murmur, hiding my face in the curve of his neck.— I've seen you hurt so often, I've feared your life slipping away in my arms. I've watched you champion others, devise plans to protect them, and take risks just to show us reasons to keep fighting. I hate that you constantly put yourself in danger, yet I can't help but believe you're the person we all need in these times. Let me support you. Don't push me away, asking me to see things your way because I can't, not when I'm here to care for you and others just as you do.—
Neville sighs and pulls me a little tighter in his arms, careful not to touch my injured arm. We remain silent for a couple of minutes until he separates himself a little from me so he can look me in the eyes.
—Let's clean you up a little so you can rest. I'll be back, stay here. - I move away from him so he could go get some things and he returns with a cloth and some water. He sits down next to me and begins to wipe the blood off of my face with such gentleness that it seems as if he were afraid of breaking.
My gaze traces his face, lingering on his pink lips and the newly grown beard, a testament to the weeks spent confined in the Room of Requirement. Stress had etched maturity onto his features, evident in the shadows beneath his eyes—common to all of us—but he retained the same handsome allure from last summer, perhaps even more so. As he finishes tending to me, a tender kiss graces my cheek, eliciting a half-hearted smile that cherishes every display of affection from him.
Resting my forehead against his, I toy with his hand before our lips brush fleetingly, fulfilling the longing that had brewed within me for days. Our mouths meet in a soft, unhurried kiss, an expression of emotions unspoken. When we separate, Neville's faint smile lingers, punctuating the moment with a final kiss placed gently upon my forehead.
—It's better that you rest for a while. I have to go get more food. When I get back I'll wake you up, okay? — I nod and he gets up from the couch so he can lie me down on it. — I'll see you later, try not to scare me anymore today, okay? —
—Only if you try not to give me headaches either. — Neville laughs lowly, rolling his eyes and nods. —
— I can try, I don't promise anything. —I smile and Neville waves goodbye, while I close my eyes trying to fall asleep.—
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ginevrapng · 6 months
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studying with your boyfriend is something you love but also hate. he's a great teacher and explains everything that you don't understand or that professors haven't explained to you the right way for you to understand but you also don't like studying with neville because he's so hot when he's tutoring you that it's distracting.
the whole time neville will be trying to help you with your exam next week you'll be wanting to snog him and find a quiet and dark place in the library to suck his dick.
"are you listening flower?" he asks when you haven't made any input to the conversation. honestly you're not, you're watching the way his eyebrows furrow as he crosses out a misspelling and how he's rolled his jumper up to his forearms. his lip is slightly jutting out and you want to reach over to him and grab his face and kiss him until you're both dizzy.
he looks over to you to see you staring at his lips and smirks. he knows that look on you well. "not now petal, we've got to get this all done," he tells you softly but sternly.
you really should listen, you know he's right but you can't pay attention when he's looking so attractive. "nev please, i need you so bad," you whine, hoping he'll give in and forget about the exam in favour of making out with you.
neville looks back up from his work to you and sighs starting to get exasperated with those puppy dog eyes and pleading words. "i said no."
some people in gryffindor still think of neville as this clumsy, shy and timid boy but he's changed, so when your boyfriend talks like that it's hard to go against him so you shut your mouth, at least for awhile.
neville sees your antsy behaviour and distracted self and decides to do something about it. "you're so needy petal, can't even spend a few hours concentrating without you trying to fuck me."
you pout at him, not realising that you weren't being convincing after he told you to start studying again. "i didn't do anything neville, promise," you say while looking down and playing with the hem of your skirt.
neville follows your eyes and then gets an idea on how to handle his girlfriend. "petal sit on my thigh."
your eyes widen in realisation. "neville we can't do that, not here," you whisper. whipping your head around the library you see that you're the only ones around and you are also in the back of the library but you still believe it to be to dangerous.
"thought you said you were needy?" you bit your lip in thought, he knows what you'll do. "haven't got all day flower." after that you slide out of your chair and stand in front of neville silently asking him where he wants you to sit. "come on, so you're facing me." you shyly nod your head and rest on his thigh.
neville places a delicate kiss on your temple and speaks lowly into your ear, "love you flower." at the same time he grabs hold of your soft hips and starts to drag your body against his thigh.
as you move more against neville's thigh you know that your knickers are getting wetter and they'll probably be a stain on his trousers if this goes on for long.
neville chose this so he could keep working if necessary but he's forgotten all about it. he can't help but drop everything to focus all his attention on you, it's impossible for him not to. he adores you and right now he's getting incredibly hard after hearing your small panting and feeling your doughy skin underneath his big palms. neville simply doesn't know where to look, at your quickly rising and falling chest that's pressed against him or your plush thighs that he can see now that your skirt has ridden up higher or your cute face scrunched up in pleasure.
you've wrapped your arms around neville's neck and you bury your face into his chest every time you feel a particularly loud moan about to leave your mouth. neville pushes some of your hair out of your face as you're beginning to get sweaty and kisses you all over your face.
his trousers get tighter and you increase your pace with the help and guidance of neville. your clit gets pressed against him constantly with the friction and you're losing all sense of how to talk. "nev, plea-, i- i feels s'good," you whine.
neville smirks, his whole confident aura is making you fuzzy. "alright petal, i've got you. hold on tightly to my neck." you nod frantically and hold on tighter. he sinks his fingers even deeper into your plush body, definitely leaving bruises. he flexes his thigh again, angles your body in the right way so that every time you move your clit gets stimulation and starts to move your body up and down, completely controlling your pace.
it's been a couple minutes as you start to form a new sentence "neville, i-"
neville already knows you're about to finish, you started clawing his neck and biting your lip harder trying to stifle any noise. "come f'me petal." you do, the coil building inside of you snaps and you see white. neville shoves his tongue in your mouth and kisses you, muffling your moan. your body shivers and you push your body up against his even more.
you take a couple minutes to breathe and afterwards shakily get off of neville. he holds onto your wrist to stabilise you and groans as he sees the aftermath you've left on his trousers. he takes a glance at the table with all your books on and mumbles 'fuck it' and starts shoving both of your work into his bag. neville's heart melts as he looks up to your cute confused face. "let's head back to my room petal." your face lights up as you remove your wrist from his hand and intertwine your fingers together, you start swinging both your hands as you walk out the library.
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downtoncoquetteroach · 3 months
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Notes: Damn I wasn't expecting this to be that long, I'm really sorry for taking all this time to update, this chapter took a lot of me, I was planning something lighter and smutier for it but man, these days have a heavy load of darkness, fortunately the sun rebirth is already upon us so, I hope this words bring some sort of cozy feeling, I wrote it with all my heart as a way to embrace all of the beautiful souls that read this words, you mean the world to me. I hope you have a lovely holiday and merry Christmas to you all 🎄❣️.
TW: swearing, angst, drugs consumption.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5 🎀 dancing at our own pace 🎄
Y/n was reading out loud her notes from potions so Neville could see how messy and intelligible they were. They were alone in the common room laughing and it was really late. There was a beautiful song playing but y/n couldn't figure out who it was. She was sitting with her legs spread over Neville's, about to ask him who was the singer but she realized that Neville's fingers started distractingly caressing her left knee, she went stiff and felt her flesh trembling below his tender and warm touch, goosebumps raising all over her skin, a warm feeling coming over her chest, the simple sight of his hand touching her was providing such pleasure... He suddenly realized what he was doing and stopped apologizing nervously. She slowly incorporated into the couch oddly sure of herself while he was compulsively telling her how sorry he was, she sat on his legs facing him, arms around his neck, legs clutching his. He went silent. She slowly touched his lower lip mildly open while he went stiff. "Neville I don't want you to stop touching me". He was speechless but y/n felt his hardness right below her ass. It was really warm and hard, the pleasure was increasing while she rubbed her ass again and again as he started to moan in her ear, his hot breathing causing goosebumps on her neck, she needed more pressure, some how it wasn't enough, somehow Snape was reading her notes making fun of her while the singer was making pancakes that filled the common room with a delicious smell.
Oh fuck...
Y/n was now fully awake, her eyes facing the sun coming through the window. She was being embraced tightly by Neville's arm around her waist. His body fully pressed to her, she was actually feeling his boner on her ass and she was fully wet as a result. They must have fallen asleep while talking about the party and how her muggle friends were like.
Was she actually rubbing against him before? Or was it just in the dream? She felt so embarrassed she couldn't move. Was he awake? By his deep slow breaths she dared to guess he wasn't, otherwise he would definitely not be pressing his hard member against her bum. She didn't knew what to do, if she moved she was risking to wake him up and face the humiliation of what was happening but if she stayed... The thought of staying and seeing how it could go increased the humidity on her panties. She decided to be quick and stepped out of the bed pushing Neville's arm, almost running to the bathroom and took care of her troubled feelings taking a shower. Her grandma was still humming when she went downstairs for breakfast. Neville was already there, helping. They didn't stared at each other too much that afternoon, y/n couldn't quite figure if it was the morning accident or the prospect of the party but Neville was nervous as fuck, clumsy and stuttering. When it was time to go she approached him
Nev if you don't want to go its ok, we can stay here and watch a movie or something, I'm sorry for putting so much pressure on you with this and not telling you before, I didn't even ask if you wanted to go... I was stupid, I'm sorry.
The first thing Neville saw that morning were y/n's legs despairing behind the door. He realized that the wonderful dream he was having made an effect on his body in the real world. He had an immediate urge to disappear from the face of earth, Y/n must have felt it and she was so disgusted with it that she felt the need to cleaning herself as soon as possible. He felt so guilty and ashamed he couldn't bare to look at her in the eye's. He spent the hole day struggling with the urge to leave, but he was a coward and he actually didn't wanted to go, but he just couldn't found the words to apologize. He was a horrible friend already, having a secret crush with her and now this?, what a fucked up retard he was, always spoiling everything... Ginny had told him to be careful with his feelings, but he was familiar with rejection, he had already lost, as always, since the beginning so...what worried him the most was preserving their friendship, but after the way he was acting he wasn't sure he could remain beside her, he didn't deserve her, not as friend, much less as a lover.
But he looked her in the eyes for the first time that day, she was gorgeous ...and worried about him, she wasn't even saying a thing about "the incident". He felt a weight in his stomach. He had to man up and sucked up all of his self pity thoughts, he couldn't stand to be the motive of her concern. It was in his hands to make her happy, so he changed his attitude and cheerfully exclaimed
Nonsense y/n. Let's go.
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Angie was y/n's childhood friend. They grew apart after y/n got her Hogwarts letter but they still cared for each other a lot and spent a considered amount of time walking and biking around the neighborhood when y/n was home for vacations. Angie was under the impression that y/n attended to a Catholic private school far away as a consequence of y/n's parents divorce.
Angie was tall, bony and very attractive, her attitude and mindset were a little bit too mature for her age, sometimes it was hard to believe that her and y/n were at the same grade at some point, but that day was her birthday and she was excited like a little girl, jumping around and talking so fast and so loud it was highly contagious. When Neville and y/n showed up at her door she started jumping like a bunny, hugging y/n so tight Neville was concerned she might suffocate her.
The decorations in the living room were a combination of birthday balloons and Christmas lights, there were several amounts of teenagers talking in different groups, most of them seemed posh but a few of them looked like regular town kids, it was also very curious to Neville the lack of girls, being so used to be surrounded by them he was a little nervous when the male energy was higher. He tried very hard not to look uncomfortable and wave but there was no time for the crowd to respond because as soon as y/n showed up behind him everyone was really excited and cheerfully greeted her friend. She introduced him to everyone, they were totally curious about him and the school they went together, Neville tried as hard as he could to keep the details of Hogwarts and magic out of his mind and really soon he discovered that it was really easy because most muggles hated school as much as him and unfortunately, everyone had some really nasty stories about abusive teachers just like him and they had parents with great expectations that made them feel overwhelmed, so, for the first time in like forever, he actually felt understood, like he belonged. Everyone was drinking and after a while, Neville offered to bring some refreshments to give y/n and Angie time to talk in private.
So, did he dye his hair or that's not Fred... -Angie went straight to the point, y/n was dreading Angie interrogation but her friend deserved some explaining, after all those years hearing all about her pinning over Fred, she had gained the right to know the details, specially now that she finally had something more juicy to tell than the eternal description of how Fred's hair could shine in the morning. She told her everything that happened between them but she did an special remark on how she started to be friends with Neville, she told her how amazing that Sunday on the greenhouse had been, and described the music, the feelings, the light, the plants, how good was Neville rolling a joint and how he saved her from the awkwardness of encountering with Fred.
Angie was curiously listening to her, clearly having her own thoughts on the matter, she suddenly stopped y/n's discourse on Neville's incredibile music taste.
-Wait, So do you like this guy now?
-No, he's my friend
-Ha!
-What?!
-Are you really playing out that card then?
-If you don't mind I'll love for you to be clear darling.
-Do I really need to tell you?
-What?! - y/n was laughing but starting to lose her patience, sometimes Angie made her feel so dumb and clueless. Y/n didn't had older sisters but she was positive this was the dynamic between them.
-It's better if I show you. -Angie gave her one of her sassy signature looks while chewing her plastic cup and walked away. Y/n was confused but instead of following her she went to the kitchen to find Neville, he was gone for quite awhile and she was worried of leaving him alone for too long around strangers specially when he didn't know that much about muggles although, she was really impressed with how he had handled everyone's interrogation earlier. The party was crowded and the lights were dime, she greeted some friends she hadn't seen and after a little while, she found Neville surrounded by local stoners, smoking and congratulating him on the good stash. He was laughing, blushing and mingling, so comfortable and confident it was hard to believe it was the same boy who suffered so much bullying on school. He was wearing a black shirt, black coat, black trousers and stripped socks on Gryffindor colours, legs and arms crossed, not out of discomfort, but as a power move, for the first time, the boys around him were seeking his approval and not otherwise. Y/n haven't noticed how handsome he looked when they leave the house, must have been the awkward day they had... She remembered the dream, a guilty but delicious sensation invaded her... Fuck, she needed a drink.
In that moment Neville saw her, he already had a beer, he was sensible to alcohol so he wasn't planning on drinking too much, specially because he felt responsible for y/n's safety, but he needed a few drinks to relax and be able to talk to her about that morning... She was lovely on that little black skirt and those elegant black stockings, her black t-shirt was a bit transparent and he was able to see the strap on her bra...he definitely needed to stop looking at her in that way. He approached her, leaving his public behind.
-Excuse me little girl, I can't help but wonder, are you old enough to drink?
Y/n laughed, continued pouring herself a drink.
-Oh I see, you are breaking the law young lady, I have to scort you out of these hole full of decadence and lust - hi's joke was lame but it was working, she was laughing and as a response she drank up the whole cup and started to pour another one, eyes fixed on him, a mischievous smirk on her wet lips.
He gasped dramatically and then went serious
-Are you defying me? - he came closer, towering her in such a way she ended up against the kitchen bar, her eyes lifting up to meet hi's, she was nervous, y/n stoped hearing anything except her heart racing, her hands sweaty and everything she could percibe was just Neville's sent, she could have never imagined Neville acting like that, but it was so thrilling, everyone else in the room disappeared, it was just the two of them, his body so close to hers, his hands on each side of the wall behind her, cornering her, looking at her deeply, getting really close...
But they weren't alone.
-My guest told me about that amazing stash of yours, handsome - Angie was right behind Neville whispering in his ear, leaned on his shoulder, y/n's gutts twisted. The moment was gone. Neville turned, smiling shyly, his whole body language shifting.
-Oh, it's an exaggeration, don't trust them, they are high you know!- Neville was tapping his feet nervously, y/n couldn't stop her eyebrows from furrowing
-Oh, come on, birthday spliff? - Angie was pouting, she was actually pouting! trying to look as cute as she could. That was not new for y/n to witness, she had long experience watching boys fall out for that old cheap trick, but Neville was resisting. He wasn't even look at her, his eyes were glued to the floor.
-You can have this if you want it that much - he handed her a small bag of weed and took y/n by the hand - we were on our way to dance, happy birthday! - he pulled y/n out of the kitchen through the sea of drunk teenagers and into the hall, where a lot of drunk boys have just arrive, screaming and laughing and bumping into things. The party was about to become a mess.
-Nev, I think it's better if-
-Yeah, let's go
They walked back home commenting on the party, Neville was very critical about the music
-Oasis? Can you believe it? Ugh, I'm insulted - y/n couldn't stop laughing, she was a bit tipsy but the thing that got her high was the fact that the boy who was walking with her in the cold darkness had rejected Angie. She couldn't helped, she was mesmerized. But she was also a bit hurt, why would her friend do such thing to her, she must have known she... oh
-FUCK!
-What? Did you forgot something? Are you hurt? What's wrong?
She remained silent, looking at him, he was so stunningly handsome. Her heart twisted again, she couldn't believe it, this was what her friend had tried to show her, that thing she was trying to hide so desperately, the fact that she was actually falling for Neville.
-Nothing, don't worry, Im fine! Really! Damn it's cold isn't it?...uhh let's keep going! Almost there! Are you freezing? Coz I am.
-You sure you are alright?
-Yeah yeah, don't mind me, it's just past bed time.
Neville took and extra glance of her and kept going. Y/n went silent the rest of the walk, lost in her own self conscious thoughts. If she was falling for Neville, what about Fred? How could this possibly be? After all those years pinning for him, when she finally got her must deeply desire in her hands, would she just walk away from him? He was a tosser sometimes, but very good at pleasing her, incredibly talented actually but he was also excellent by getting under her skin. From the moment they got "intimate" they started arguing like never before. It was nonsense and besides, he had been so rude to Neville... Neville? Did she really like him? She turned to look at him, he was walking bedside her, softly humming a tune looking at the trees on the way home, his long nose, his black hair falling on his forehead, the dreamy eyes, the red lips, bunny teeth's slightly showing up and his amazing hands playing with each other as they usually did...she sighed deeply.
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It was Christmas Eve, Neville was very close to the tree, it was full of multicolor lights and shiny mismatched ornaments and random wrapping paper, handmade small trees, little deer's with red noses, some grandpa's in red velvet pijamas as well as some cute house elf's wearing green hats. None of them moved or dance but they had catchy tunes coming from their plastic belly's. There was definitely a melancholy sort of magic in all of that, it made Neville wonder for the first time in his life how everything could have turn if he wasn't a wizard. If his mom and dad had been muggles and lived as common people in that town, the song coming through the plastic lights in the tree had started to make him weep. Maybe it was because the next day would be the first Christmas away from his mom and dad in the hospital. Y/n approached him.
-Do you wanna lay down?
She was wearing a Beatles t shirt and a black skirt, he spent the whole dinner trying to hide how pleased he was knowing she liked the Beatles.
-What do you mean?
-Come, I'll show you how
She sat beside him and he did the same, then, she pushed herself to be closer to the tree until her head was right below it. He did the same.
They were admiring the little universe inside the decorated branches, looking as high as they could, an immersive exercise that caught their imagination for some time in silence. After a moment, she said
-When I was a kid I cried so much because it was Christmas, I hated it. My parents used to discuss all the time, yelling and cursing, making me choose between them... I never believed in this holiday spirit everyone's talk so much about, for me it was hell. But my grandpa, he, well, one year there was a horrible dinner, mom and dad were screaming so much he went home and rescued me just because I called him. I was crying all the way here and I was ashamed of being such a cry baby, I was nine and I had this specially tragic sensation that my childhood was ending and everything was horrible and hopeless -y/n made a pause, she recovered her breath and laughed a little - my grandpa wasn't an affectionate man, he showed love in that way very few times but that night he did, he holded me and brought me to the tree and taught me this. He said "there is more ways to look at things, even when you think you know all about something, if you change your perspective, you'll find out a new world". I stood in silence down here the rest of the night, imagining that I was 2cm long and this was an extremely tall magic tree I had to climb and all the adventures I'll had, it was so comforting I kept doing it every year.
Neville's throat was a rock, but he managed to say
-You know? There's a forest in California that has the tallest trees in the world, most of them are over 100mts, if we go there you could feel as if you were 2cms tall.
-You can also cast a shrinking spell on me right here and now you know
Neville laughed
-Merlin's cracking knees, I'm such a horrible wizard I didn't even think about it.
-You are not! It's just too much time in the muggle world
-Yes I am, and you know? I wouldn't mind being a muggle, being here, with you, all of this, I never thought it could be this easy not living stressed about every single spell, pronunciation, wand work, keeping my bloody wand safe, my own life safe, all of the trouble wizards go through can be avoided perfectly, I wish I could just relax and press a button to had my light on instead of using a stick that might end setting the room on fire.
-You are definitely not that bad Nev
-I was, and I kept being the worst even when I got better and I wish my grandma and McGonagall and everyone could just give up on me and let me be the hopeless toad I am, they should just turn me into one and throw me in the lake so the giant squid could have me for dessert, it would be a perfectly believed accident and no one would miss me, I bet it would take weeks for someone to notice that I'm gone. My only concern is Trevor but I bet I can convince him to suicide with me, he doesn't look that happy being my pet or a toad anyway.
Y/n was rolling in the carpet, laughing so much her stomach hurts.
-Oh Neville! You have thought about this so much oh my god.
Neville was laughing too, y/n laughter was one of his favorite sounds now, he was really proud of himself for being capable of making her laugh that hard, suddenly he realized he wasn't sad anymore, he was actually quite happy and content, laying down with his best friend, just talking, admiring her features illuminated by the tree lights. She was coming down from her laughter outburst, looking him with shinny dream eyes, a strange tension started building inside Neville's chest. He swallowed hard without breaking eye contact, finally she asked
-So, what do you think about your first muggle party?
-Oh it was cool, I had fun, I like muggles, did you had fun?
-Yeah, yeah, I mean, it's weird
-Weird?
-Well, I don't know, I never really see them anymore, not like I used to, I don't even hang out with Angie as much as before and every time I see them is to catch up... and that's weird
-Catching up is weird?
-Yes, I feel like I already lost them. Like, everytime I see them I got a glimpse of the life I lost. The person I could have been, the friends or relationship I could have had, careers I can't pursue, experiences I'll never know... And I don't really feel entitled to feel bad about it because IM A BLODDY WITCH I mean I do magic! And I've got the chance to be at a magical school in a bloody castle with other witches and wizards and I can do a lot of wicked stuff, so, I know I'm privileged, but deep down I feel like I don't know, like I'm losing something, a part of me I'll never know, a life I'll never had and it's a little disturbing to find out that in this magical world is normal to just forget about all of that and be happy with my second class citizen status and be quiet about this grief I feel for my friends, my family even and my old self.
Neville was bewildered. He had never thought about the wizarding world in that way, he felt like such an idiot.
-We should run away then, I mean, I hate being a wizard, you hate living your life broken in two, so, fuck it.
Y/n grinned at the thought.
-Can you imagine? What would you like to do?
-Well I don't know that much about muggles...OH! I want to go to the record store! Andromeda says that's where she gets the vinyl's she sent me, I don't know where the record store Is tho
-There's plenty of them! We could go to everyone! We could own one! It could be a cafe too, when I was growing up my dream was to own a cafeteria.
-What's that?
-A place where you drink caffeine
-You can only get that sort of thing there? Like an opium bar?
-How do you know about opium bars and not cafeteria's?
-One of the guys at the party was obsessed with going to Berlin to find one and he was on and on about it.
-What?
-Yeah... He was about to tell me about something called LSD but then - Neville's voice went low - I saw you
-Oh, sorry for interrupting - she was speaking softly too, the memory of THAT moment in the kitchen with him was hitting hard, nervousness crawling over her skin, he was looking at her, lost in his thoughts - I'm glad you had fun.
-I did, well I just, I have one complain
-The oasis thing again?
-Nooo, I mean, yes of course but, no it's just that, ugh I expected it to be more dancing - he covered his face with his hands full of embarrassing
-Yeah, you must be the only man I know that likes dancing so much, boys are not really into it.
-I thought It was a wizards thing, I'm really disappointed
-No, unfortunately it's a men thing, sorry.
-Guess I'll have to wait for your granny to wake up so I can have a partner.
-I'm not good enough for you? - y/n was raising an eye brow, she didn't even knew she was capable of that. Was she flirting? Neville's red cheeks were a confirmation, she was actually flirting, damn.
-Would you dance with me? - his throat was dry, he wasn't expecting this conversation ending up that way.
-Of course - how could she dance if her knees were trembling?
-Neville stood up and offered his hand to help her, she noticed his sweaty palms, or were her's? He went to the record collection and choose a record he couldn't stop thinking at dinner. After a moment With the Beatles started playing.
-Oh...- she blushed- you got me.
-I mean it was quite in the nose actually - he pointed at her t-shirt, she laughed while started nerviosly moving - oh common, you can do better than that, I ve seen your moves girl.
-What? When? Where?
-Uhm - he could have slapped himself, why was he bringing that up right now? He didn't wanted to screw up the moment but he carried on carefully - well, that night at the party, you were dancing by yourself to Cocteau twins, I was looking at you, you seemed so carefree and happy, I wanted to dance with you but
-What?
-He got you first.
-Oh
-They went still, an awkward silence filling the air for what seemed an eternity, she was actually really confused about Neville's declaration, the fact that he witnessed everything and the thing that happened after that made her feel so vulnerable...
And then All I've got to do started playing.
-Common, it's a slow one.
Neville took her hand and brought her closer in one single elegant movement and suddenly her arms were around his neck and his on her waist, slowly guiding her to the beat of the song. Looking down at her he softly said
-Sorry for what I said, I didn't mean to hurt you, I know you don't like to think about that night.
-No, don't be, I, well I don't know how to feel about that night but, I just, I guess I was surprised, I didn't knew someone was paying attention.
-I know. Sorry. I feel guilty about it.
-Why?
-Well I wanted to run after you but he beat me to it, maybe if I just had run faster I...
-He didn't forced me you know? I wanted to.
-Yeah, of course - of course she wanted to, of course that wouldn't change anything, Neville was feeling stupid for thinking that any of his actions could have changed the outcome, she liked Fred, not him, that was a fact.
Y/n felt a stone in her stomach, was Neville implying what she thought he was implying? There was a shadow covering his eyes, some sort of sadness she haven't noticed before. She felt the need to hold him tight so she did.
She was up in her tiptoes, even with high boots she barely got to his neck so she rested her head against his collar bones, he held her tightly, his scent filling her every sense, the soft but strong grip he had on her body provoked an involuntary throat sound produced electrical shivers on his collar.
All my loving was coming through in the record player but despite the change of rhythm they didn't pull away. He held her while they played the whole record, dancing at their own pace, singing along until she felt asleep in his arms.
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✧˖*°࿐ Pumpkin Bread | N.L.
Neville Longbottom x gn!reader, fluff
Summary: In which Neville helps you with Herbology, despite the fact that you can’t stand him.
w/c: 2.9k
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You stood in front of the library doors, preoccupied listening to the pang of your heartbeat in your ears. The books and paperwork inside your backpack seemingly feel as if they now weighed tons. You sharply take a breath of the cold air and open the doors – taking a step inside the stuffy library; your thoughts come to a halt when you hear your name.
“(Y/N), over here!” the boy calls. Turning your head to the side, your eyes finally meet his. 
It’s not that you hate the boy or anything, but for some reason you two could never get along. Maybe it was the fact that he was always kind to you, or the fact that none of your insults or cold remarks could ever cut through him. Despite him being a nervous wreck all the time, the shudder of his shoulders and stammering of his voice always seemed to be cut short whenever you were around. And you almost hated him for it. 
You walked over to the table where he sat, giving a bitter look to anyone who dared look at you, and tried to calm down the anger that was slowly brewing inside. Neville however, was unaware of this anger, and this only seemed to frustrate you more as he pulled your chair out and handed you a slice of pumpkin bread. 
“I figured you’d want something to eat, you know, since we’re going to be here rather late and all.” He said sheepishly, giving you a soft smile as you took the pastry. 
You muttered a soft “thanks.” and went to open your book. It was a Friday night at Hogwarts and here you were in the library being tutored by none other than Neville Longbottom, the laughing-stock of Gryffindor. The flickering lights above you were already starting to give you a migraine, and the soft squeaks from your chairs were only distracting you from your own thoughts. How were you to do anything in here?
“S-so, I was thinking that maybe we could start with just going over what we’ve been learning in class so far,” he cut your concerns short, flipping through the pages of his book until he finally landed on the one he was looking for, “this is Stinksap! I-it's one of my favorites actually. My aunt gave me one for my birthda-”
“Neville, not to be rude or anything but I don’t really care.” You cut him off. The light in his face seemed to dim out as he shook his head in understanding. 
“Oh, well that’s alright. If you want we can review last weeks–”
Once again you cut him off with a loud groan. It was bad enough that you had to go to tutoring in general, but the fact that it was Neville, the one person who cared about Herbology, made it so much worse. You knew that there was no way to escape studying, and all you could focus on was how slowly the hands on the clock overhead turned. Two hours seemed to be so far away, and all you wanted was to get out of the library and go back to your dorm where you could do absolutely nothing and be content. 
“Look, I don’t want to be here just as much as you don’t want to be here. So let’s just sit here in silence for the next two hours and then part ways. Alright?” You sneered, closing your textbook and going back to stare at the clock. 
The boy next to you started to shift uncomfortably back and forth in his seat. He fidgeted with the hem of his sweater for a moment before going on to agree with you once more. Closing his book and replacing it with a small piece of parchment. 
You both sat in an awkward silence. The library slowly got emptier as the time went on in a brutally slow pace, the silence occasionally broken by the dinging of chairs and the sound of his quill on the parchment. 
You groan. The sound of the parchment fills your ears. You take a bite of the, now cold, pumpkin bread. The sound of the parchment fills your ears. You turn to face the window. The sound of the parchment fills your ears. 
And after forty minutes of sitting next to him, and listening to the god-awful sound of his quill, you finally snap.
“STOP IT!” You scream at him in full volume, standing up out of your chair as your ears go red.
The library goes quiet, quieter than usual, as everyone turns to look at you. The turning of book pages, the chatter between friends, and the sound of the parchment now gone. If you were to even take a breath right now, everyone would hear it. 
Neville stares at you with an unknowing and rather concerned look, his face flushing in embarrassment as he realizes that everyone is staring right at your table. In one quick motion he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you back down into the chair. 
“What’s wrong with you!” he whispers, trying to ignore the glare of everyone surrounding you two. You only roll your eyes and start to pack up your things. You didn’t need to deal with this and you surely weren’t going to force yourself through two hours of pure torture. The repercussion was something you could deal with later, but for right now you needed to go back to your dorm and get away from Neville.
You turn the corner to leave the library but not before hearing his soft voice speak once more.
“I never said that I don’t want to be here.”
—-
It has been two weeks since your tutoring lesson, or lack of, with Neville and things only seemed to get worse. Professor Sprout was furious when she found out about the scene you caused in the library, and about how you failed to stick to her assigned lesson plan. 
And that’s how you found yourself here, in the greenhouse, preparing pots for an upcoming lesson. This would be your second home for the next two months. 
Despite your constant whining, you started to find some sense of comfort in the greenhouse. You’ve grown accustomed to the echoing of your footsteps in the empty building, and the dripping of water every few seconds. While it was rather eery at first, being alone in a new environment at night, it started to become a nice part of your routine. It was certainly much better than tutoring after all. 
However, as the days passed by, you started to feel some sort of looming presence in the greenhouse. One night, you left the faucet to the watering system on. You were already halfway to your common room when you realized, but once you got back to the greenhouse, the faucet was already turned off. 
At first, you shook it off as you having a bad memory. But over time, things only got stranger and stranger. You complained about it being too cold in the garden, the next day there would be a sweater, with your house emblem waiting for you on a chair by the front door. You complained about the pots being cracked and there would be a fresh set of newly purchased pots not even a few hours later. There was this one instance where you forgot your backpack, and once you got to your dorm you found it there laying on your bed. How on earth, did your backpack get to your room before you? 
You were losing it. 
Your friends suggested that it was from a lack of sleep, and that you should talk to the professor about cutting down your workload, but you insisted that you were fine. And while the events truly did startle you, you really were fine, that would be up until today.
“(Y/L/N), may I have a word with you after class?” Professor Sprout spoke. 
Your train of thought broke as the class turned to stare at you. You lifted your head up before responding. “Yes Professor.”
The remainder of class went by quickly, students rushing out of the room as you went up to the professor's desk. She didn’t seem to notice you at first, and while you’d normally be aggravated due to your lack of patience, you found yourself rather calm. After all, you've grown really close to the Herbology teacher.
You let out a small cough and she finally looked up. “Ah! (Y/N)! Take a seat my dear.” she motioned to you. 
You awkwardly sat down in front of the professor. Your mind began to wander as you questioned what she could have called you for. Perhaps she’s extending your punishment, or maybe you messed up really badly last night? You go over the past few days, and nothing completely terrible seems to come to mind.
Finally you speak up. “What did you need to see me for?”
“Oh! I just wanted to check up on you! I know how overwhelming the greenhouse work may get, especially during this time of the year. Have you been alright?” She asked.
“Yeah, everything’s been fine,” you respond, not knowing whether or not you should bring up the strange events that have been happening. After all, Professor Sprout should have a reasonable explanation as to what has been going on, “actually Professor now that you mention in, there has been some strange stuff going o–” 
But your concerns get interrupted as she continues to speak.
“And I trust Neville hasn’t been giving you a hard time?”
Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Neville? You hadn’t seen him since two Fridays ago, so why on Earth would she bring him up now? 
“Huh? Why would Neville give me a hard time? I haven’t seen him sinc–”
“Oh that’s wonderful to hear! I was worried that he wouldn’t want to help you out after what happened during your tutoring! But he seemed rather excited when I asked him to watch over you. After all, your grade isn’t nearly well off enough for me to trust you alone in the greenhou…..”
But her voice slowly started to fade away as you realized what had happened. It was fucking Neville Longbottom. 
The corridor is filled with the echoing of your footsteps and your heavy breathing. The items in your backpack making a ruckus as they all clattered together due to your running down the hall. All you could see was red. 
“Where the fuck is he?” you thought to yourself, booking it to every corner of the castle. This was it, you finally lost your mind. 
As you turned to go back to your common room in a great defeat, you saw him. How could it not be? His tall stature, fluffy hair, and soft hands that you oh so badly wanted to rip out of his sockets.
Neville stood there, talking to himself as he tried to memorize the answers to next week's potions exam, as well as trying to figure out where he could get some more pumpkin bread, as he had heard you mention it to your friends that same morning. He ran a hand through his hair and groaned, “she’s driving me crazy.” As he started turning the corner, he heard a high-pitched screech from down the hall.
He shot back, turning around to see who could be the source of this demonic noise. And there you were. Your whole face red, knuckles white as you clutched the strap of your backpack; you could practically see the steam coming out of your ears.
“This is it,” he thought, “this is how I die.”
“NEVILLE!” You scream once more, running towards the boy whose face looked almost as pale as Malfoy’s, “EXPLAIN YOURSELF!” You began to hit his chest, fist clashing as he attempted to push you away to avoid either of you getting hurt.
“(Y/N), p-please calm down,” he said, trying his best to keep you from hitting him any more, “what are you talking about?”
You stopped your attempts at assault and looked at him. He was staring right back at you, concern written all over his face. “Don’t play dumb, Longbottom.”
He shivered when he heard the way you said his last name. If he would have known any better, he would have thought that you were Draco based on how you said it. Pronounced in the same way that everyone before him has said it, with a hint of disappointment.
“I know that you’ve been with me in the greenhouse!” You finished.
His face went pale. A simple, “Oh.” was all he could manage to spit out. He didn’t know what you wanted to hear, and even worse, he didn’t know what he could say. 
After a few more seconds of excruciating silence, you spoke once more.
“So then,” you adjusted the straps of your bag, “what are you, some pervert?”
His tongue nearly fell out of his mouth. “What?” 
“I mean, you’ve clearly been watching me! How else would you know to get me a sweater! Or the pots! How else did you manage to get into my room!” You spat. You were more annoyed now than ever, here you were with the evidence that Neville is a creep, but he didn’t want to admit it. You didn’t even care at this point. All you wanted was to be rid of him forever.
“First of all I’m not some pervert,” he stated, going on to move out of your way, “and secondly, the only reason I know those things is because we’re in class together!”
“And?”
“And you talk rather loudly,” he responded, “very loud actually.”
You shoot him a cold glare before hitting him once more on the arm. 
“Hey!”
“Okay, and what about my backpack?” You questioned. This was your holy grail, there is no excuse that he could come up with now that could prove to you that he isn’t some sick freak. You awaited his response as he stared at you uncomfortably.
“Oh right, I asked your friend to give it to you.”
You looked at him with a blank expression, embarrassment growing in the apples of your cheeks. The tension in the air grew awkward. So he isn’t a pervert. 
He coughed a few times and started shifting back and forth between his feet.
“Anyways, I- I think I’m going to head back now.” He gave you a small nod before heading off.
“Wait Neville,” you called out to him, grabbing his wrist, almost replicating that night in the library, “I’m sorry.” 
You looked down at your feet. You were not only embarrassed, but you were extremely disappointed in yourself and your lack of judgment. For years you saw Neville as this dorky git, who couldn’t do anything right. But here you were apologizing to him, as he has been the one that has been keeping your grade somewhat afloat, and taking care of the plants in the greenhouse. Your high ego failed to make you realize that there was no way you could ever keep those plants alive on your own.
A small laugh cracked the tension in the air as Neville gave you a soft smile. “It’s alright (Y/N),” he insisted, “I know how you are.”
“W-What do you mean? We don’t know each other.” You responded, confused by Neville’s choice of words.
“Six years together and you don’t think I pay attention to you?” He rolled his eyes. You felt a blush creep up to your cheeks at his statement. You were about to politely reject his advances before he spoke up again, “not like that! I- I mean, we’ve always had Herbology together and you were always messing up you know? How could I not notice when you almost burnt the classroom down?” 
“Oh.” Once again, your ego was crushed. You shook your head and watched as Neville began to walk away. You followed him. Maybe it was the way he looked at you when your face fell, or maybe it was the way that he didn’t seem to shudder when your voice got icy, but something about this boy was different; something about you was different. 
“Where are you going?” You asked him, looking up to make eye contact. 
“To the greenhouse.” He smiled at you, reaching his hand into his pocket to pull out a small key – an exact copy of the one that you have been using for the past two weeks. 
“But, it’s dinner? Why would you go right now?” You asked once more, as the entrance to the greenhouse reached near. Both of your footsteps echoing in the empty hall, for right now and just this moment, it was only you two. 
He went up ahead and unlocked the glass door, opening it and moving to the side to let you in first. The scent of blooming petals and dirt hitting your nose all at once, the cold air hugging you tightly. But before you brought yourself to complain or shiver, Neville handed you the sweater.
“Trust me,” he laughed, as he went to smooth out the wrinkles from the fabric, your face flushing as he did so, “you need the help.”
There you sat, watching as the brown-haired boy did your work. The ambiance of the greenhouse now soothing you as his voice filled the room. For the first time in your life, you didn’t complain. Even when the dirt got on your hands, and even when Neville went to clean them for you.
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slaymybreathaway · 8 months
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Wasteland, Baby!
Neville Longbottom started every year at Hogwarts the same way, with a fresh set of quills and a chocolate frog. This year was no different than the others... well, except for the fact that over the summer he had come to a disastrous realisation. He was falling in love with Seamus Finnegan's twin sister.
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[Prologue]
[Chapter One]
[Chapter Two]
[Chapter Three]
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pappydaddy · 2 years
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my tears ricochet (n.l.)
a/n: tumblr seriously decreased the quality of the banner which is disappointing, but not surprising...
anywho! i am back because for the longest time, my heart has been wanting to write this fic, but my stupid brain kept ignoring it because i'm pretty sure my brain is broken, but anyway, enough about that.
this is another ~11 pager lovelies! i put xneville because that is the romantic pairing, but this is mostly focused on the sibling relationship and the downfall of it so it's a sibling!reader x sibling!draco malfoy fic mostly, but i have some good neville fluff, but not much neville in it sadly. anywho, i hope you lovelies like this and let's hope listening to my heart gets me out of my writing slump because i have a lot to write lovelies!
tv show/movie: harry potter
pairing: draco malfoy x malfoy!fem!reader (sibling) / neville longbottom x fem!malfoy!reader
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synopsis: y/n had expected her parents to disown her, she knew it was going to happen, but disowning an eleven-year-old? to top it all off, they have seemed to turn the last person she had in her corner against her all because she found love.
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She had expected everything she got from her parents. The silence, the disowning, the forgotten birthdays. She was basically a stranger living in their mansion. A ghost wandering through the corridors, ignored by everyone except the house elves and her younger brother (only when her parents are not around to avoid reprimanding and punishment). From the very moment she was sorted into Gryffindor when she was eleven, she was no longer considered a Malfoy to her parents. They disowned their eleven-year-old daughter because of blood-purity. 
  One thing she never expected was this. Standing there, in the empty corridor. Her brother, Draco stood across from her, his stance defensive and agitated as he snarled at her. The deep emerald on his Slytherin robes was illuminated by the flickering flames in the torch - a contrast from Y/N’s own scarlet on her robes. “A Longbottom? One of the very families who fought against our own parents, Y/N?” He spat at her, different words but the same sentence over and over again. He was talking in circles at this point.
  Draco had been the one she never expected to turn on her. She had tried her best to keep him from being compelled to their parent’s side. To keep him from being brainwashed, to protect him from the harsh and bigoted views of the Malfoy clan. “Your parents, Draco,” Y/N spoke back, voice broken and quiet, but Draco heard it - evident by the flare in his nostrils. “They stopped being mine when I was eleven.” 
  “You still have loyalties, Y/N. Regardless of if they ignore you or not, you are still a Malfoy,” Draco boomed. Y/N closed her eyes, willing the stinging in her eyes to cease - knowing that she couldn’t cry in front of the one person she would seek out for comfort. He wasn’t her little brother anymore. He was a product of the indoctrination of the Death Eaters. “You can’t date that Longbottom boy, they are one of our people’s sworn enemies.”
  “Neville is not his parents, nor are his parents the bad guys, Draco. Godric, I have tried so hard,” The stinging was back, worse this time as a ball formed in her throat, the words of her sentence breaking. “To keep you from falling into their trap, but I guess I failed. I guess they painted your mental picture of me with doubt and contempt when I tried to show you their true colours.” 
  Draco strode towards her, but she stayed there, unmoving as he approached her. Her younger-than-her-by-a-year brother is now towering over her and how she missed the days when he was running around, pestering Potter and throwing out insults he would regret. That Y/N had taught him was wrong but his impulsive mind would act before thinking. “How dare you speak of our parents that way?” Draco practically growled. As if he were a guard dog for the people that just view him as a puppet to carry on their harmful and immoral morals when they are gone. 
  “Again Draco, they are not my parents anymore. Their morals are not mine and they shouldn’t be yours, but I failed you and for that, I will forever be sorry, but I will not sacrifice my happiness by leaving the one thing I have left.” She stood her ground, despite Draco’s long finger pointed in her face accusingly. 
  “You’re dead to me.” The words rang cold in her bones, her heart practically stopping, shattering as if those words were a curse. Penetrating a wall that took years to build, but only took three seconds to break. 
  It was as if the world around her had stopped moving, screeching to a halt. But, at the same time, it felt as if the spinning picked up, swirling around her in blurred colours. Fighting the weight settling on her chest, she couldn’t let him know his words hurt her. That’s what he wanted. To hurt her. To force her to stop fighting. She could remember when he called her brave for fighting so hard and now, he was one of the ones who wanted to tame her. To restrict her. 
  Her resolve broke as his cold, grey eyes stared into hers angrily. Her chest heaved as tears filled her eyes. She doesn’t have it in her to leave with grace. He had been one of the only people who stuck with her. Grace be damned, she was going to hit him where it hurt. She was going to sink his ship just like he sunk hers. She’s going to kill him just as he killed her. “Just know that I love you, Draco. You and Neville were the only two things I had, and now I’ve lost you to save him, but regardless of that, I will always love you until my dying day. Just like I promised.” 
  Her words didn’t seem to hit him, but he could see the change in her from utter brokenness to fire. She was still fighting, just not in the same way. She was fighting her sadness, her grace. She was fighting the one thing she said she would never do - leave him. To haunt him. To forget him. “Do what you want, you’re nothing to me but a ghost.” He spat, turning on his heel and striding away. The echoes of his shoes hitting the stone echoed faintly the further he got. Even when he was out of sight, she could still hear him.
  Standing there, she blinked. Wanting to sink to her knees and cry as if she had witnessed someone meaningful to her be killed mercilessly, she stood there, unable to do it. She hoped that she had killed him just the same, but she couldn’t be sure. Draco is a guarded person, he doesn’t let the hurt show. He was trained not to by their father. Taking a deep breath, she turned around and walked away from the spot she lost her best friend. Lost her brother forever. 
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  No angry letter. No Howler. Nothing, just further disappointment and disowning. Y/N had expected her parents to do something to express their displeasure to her about her dating Neville when the news finally broke beyond Hermione and Luna, but nothing. They had sent Draco instead as the final blow to her. The secret weapon they held in the arsenal for years, waiting for the right time to cut her deep. They knew nothing they would do would hurt her quite like them turning her brother on her. 
  “What are you thinking about love?” Neville asked, settling next to Y/N as she sat on the couch, staring intently at the roaring fire in thought. She felt his comforting arm wind around her shoulders, making her tear her eyes away from the flickering flames to look at him. 
  His round face was alight with the orange glow from the fire, looking as comforting as ever. His brown eyes, soft and calming, stared back at her, surrounding her with more warmth than any fire could emit. “Oh, nothing.” She sighed, falling into his body, cuddling in under his arm, head falling to the crook of his neck. She felt the weight of his head settling on top of hers, leaning into her too.
  “You’re thinking of your brother, aren’t you?” He whispered, fearful of breaking the serene energy of the room. Heaving out a sigh, she glanced down at her fingers. Almost as if he knew without seeing, Neville reached blindly towards her hand, intertwining their fingers together. 
  “Admittedly, yes. Do I want to? No, but he finds his way back in,” She revealed, staring down at their combined hands. “He’s turned into my worst fears. Everything I didn’t want for him. Now, I’ve lost him.” 
  Neville, with his hand holding her bicep, squeezed her to him affectionately. For a quiet, mousy boy, Neville never stood back when his loved ones needed comfort. The surest Y/N had ever seen him was when Luna was crying over something to do with the Nargals and he didn’t even waste a second wrapping her up in a hug. That day was the day she knew she loved Neville. “You know, in life, you gather people like stones. You never know what the rock is for. Sometimes, you just throw them away and sometimes you make diamonds out of them. Sometimes, family are the rocks you throw away. Sometimes they are the ones you turn into diamonds.” 
  She paused with furrowed eyebrows. Slowly, she turned her head to look up at him, seeing him looking intently at the fire. “And Draco was one meant to be thrown away. No matter how hard I tried, I would never turn him into a diamond?” She questioned softly. 
  Turning his head, Neville’s eyes seemed to pour into her soul in the purest and most loving way. “Sometimes, it’s up to the rock if it wants to be a diamond or if it just wants to be a rock. Draco is the only one who can turn himself into a diamond at this point.” 
  “You know, you’re smart and wise, Neville. I wish more people would see that,” She hummed. “I just hope Draco wished I was still in his life.” 
  “I am sure that he’s cursing your name, wishing you would see things his way,” Neville spoke. “He's a victim of his own mind. He thinks he’s right and you’re wrong because that is what he is made to think.” He pointed out, giving Draco the benefit of the doubt despite all the horrible things Draco has said to him (and done). Another reason Y/N loved Neville. His selflessness, his ability to see the slightest of good within people. 
  Now, without Draco, she only had one person in her corner - Neville, but my Godric, she wouldn’t want anyone else. Telling her she was brave for the fight she fought every Godric-damn day of her life. Giving her nothing but love, and support. Unlike her brother who, even though he said he loved her, still put her through hell every day. Unlike her parents who threw her away like a useless rock - undestined for a life of a diamond. Neville would never throw her away - he would display her proudly on the mantle even if she was just a boring rock. “I just want to run away from all of this, Neville.” She muttered, twisting around to bury her face in his sweater-clad chest, fighting against the tears.
  With a soothing ‘shush’ and large, gentle rubs over her back, Neville pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “When we’re both out of Hogwarts, we can go anywhere you want, because you can go anywhere you want.” He reassured her.
  “I can go anywhere I want-” She whispered back to herself, her voice muffled by Neville’s sweater. ‘Just not home.’ She thought in her head. She would never find the comfort she had with her brother. Never feel the warmth of familial love again. Instead, the mansion that awaited her visit for the summer holiday would be even colder. Void of comfort and love. No, the mansion was not home, Draco used to be her home. But she could never go back there now. 
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  Laughter filled the Three Broomsticks, and Y/N sat in the middle of it all, surrounded by her closest friends and acquaintances. At the beginning of it, she had longed to see her brother walk through the door to join in on the joyous festivities, but that platinum hair had yet to grace the threshold of the warm and overcrowded pub. Her heart had burned in disappointment for a while, but as her friends poured around to congratulate her on being top of her class, the thought of her brother faded, but still lingered in a last-ditch effort of hope settling in the bottom of her arching heart. 
  Neville, despite his dislike of crowds and loud events, sat next to her, sipping at a butterbeer, talking to Luna beside him about the plants each animal eats and what benefits they gain from it. Hermione sat at Y/N’s other side, eyes darting around the party to ensure her perfectly planned event was running as smoothly as possible. “Madam Rosmerta,” She flagged the owner down as she breezed past, laughing and talking to one of the students who frequented the pub. She treated most of them like her own children sometimes. “Could we get two more butterbeers, please?” Hermione handed her the exact change for two butterbeers. 
  “You know, I can pay for my own butterbeers, I worked enough hours over the summer holiday, it won’t put me out, Hermione.” Y/N informed her as Madam Rosmerta stuffed the coins in her apron. Hermione shushed her. Y/N loved her friends and boyfriend, but they had never allowed her to pay for anything if they were with her. Always spewing something about her not having access to the Malfoy fortune and they didn’t want her to spend all the money she’s worked so hard for since she was Eleven. 
  “This is a celebration for you, even if you weren’t disowned by your parents, we would still not let you pay for anything today.” Hermione informed her, leaning back against the back of the round booth they sat in. Rolling her eyes, Y/N scoffed. As much as she hated that her friends and boyfriend babied her that way, she couldn’t argue that she loved it all at the same time. 
  Hands clasped together with her aforementioned boyfriend, Y/N looked over at him as he took another swig of his butterbeer. His brown hair was combed perfectly, his bangs swept in a swoop running across his forehead, his round cheeks puffed with all the liquid he just sucked back. He pulled the mug from his mouth, a bit of foam remaining on his upper lip that he hurriedly swiped off with his tongue. “You’re adorable, you know that?” 
  Y/N’s comment obviously caught him off guard as his eyes grew wide and a blush invaded his cheeks instantly as he snapped his head to look at her. She giggled at this, heart the lightest it had been since the incident with Draco in the dark corridor. And, to think, people thought they weren’t a good pair simply because Neville is quiet and shy. They said she would corrupt him, that the relationship would be over in a week. They hadn’t known that they were already six months into it before the secret fought its way out. 
  “Ron! I told you to keep an eye out and you abandoned your post for what? A turkey leg?” Hermione’s harsh whisper caught the couple’s attention, making them look over to her just in time to see her whack her not-official boyfriend with a napkin. 
  “Keep an eye out for what?” Ron asked, his mouth full of a bite of turkey leg, a clueless look on his round, freckled face. Harry, who sat across from him and was on a Hermione delegated break from the door watch for some reason Hermione refused to tell Y/N, turned in his chair. Following Hermione’s line of sight, Harry sighed. 
  “I would reckon she wanted you to keep an eye out for that, Ron.” He sighed, nodding towards the door. Out of curiosity, Y/N looked over. There, towering over the students crowding around the door due to the high volume of people crowded in the already warm and foggy room, stood the slim figure she was sure would never appear here today. Draco. 
  His sharp, grey eyes landed on her, meeting her eyes as if the sibling bond was not severed. Begrudgingly, he weaved around the people. Part of Y/N wanted him to come to their table. Another part of her hoped he wouldn’t. It has been hell for her. He has put her through nothing but hell with him breezing past her if they hadn’t stayed up confessing every deep, dark secret that swirled beneath their surfaces. As if she was not even there. As if she were a ghost. The glares he sent her across rooms when she would send him letters without signing her name off. She should have known he would know it was from her. The sight of the anonymous gifts she would send him that he would break beyond the point of repair and stick outside the Gryffindor Common Room. It had been hell for her. 
  Part of her was delighted and part of her nearly died when he stepped up to the table, blocking the sight of Harry and Ron’s table. Hermione glared up at him and Neville (bless his soul) was practically shivering in fear, but still gripped Y/N’s hand tighter in a sign of support, comfort and protection. “What do you want, Malfoy?” Hermione was the first to speak with a snarl, her nose turned up slightly as she raised her chin, sitting up again. 
  She knew how her family (Draco included) was spinning the story to anyone who matters. She was the ungrateful daughter who left the family. She abandoned them. She made their life hell. Regardless of the gifts she poured all over Draco. Ring encrusted with diamond. A snake ring with emeralds. She had used the little bit of money she was able to squeeze from her parents to buy them. She was the bad guy in their story laced with lies and now she was the bad guy. They had killed her hard work, killed her chances. They had killed her and now she was staring down a life of fighting tooth and nail to crawl her way out of the grave they buried her in. 
  “I heard you are top of your class after exams.” Draco ignored her. He wore his black suit, his hair perfect. But it wasn’t in the same endearing way Neville does, it was in an I’m-better-than-you-because-of-my-father way. As he crossed his arms over his chest, a gleam of jewellery caught Y/N’s eyes. His rings she gave him. Was he wearing them because he longed to be connected to her again? Because he missed her? Or was it to wear them as he continued to bury her? Another nail in the coffin of their once-strong sibling bond. 
  “If I’m dead to you, why are you here at a celebration of what is to come in my life, Draco?” She questioned. Was it a ploy to dig the dagger in further? To dangle the memory of the good times in front of her before ripping them away again - reopening the wound? 
  “I just came to say congratulations.” Draco looked down his nose at her. It took everything within her and she still failed to take the high road. 
  “I am sure you mean it, just as much as when you said that you loved me,” She quipped. He told her repeatedly that he loved her, that she was his favourite. That she was so strong and that he looked up to her. “Just know, Draco, that I know I linger in the back of your mind, haunting you. Taunting you. Eating away at your soul because as much as you try to hurt me, I am sure you still miss me in your bones. You can aim for my heart with your attacks, you can go for my blood - for my head, but I know you hear my voice on repeat when you’re lying awake at night, like a stolen lullaby. I haunt you, but I never wanted to-” She paused. “Remember that.” She couldn’t go with grace, she needed to hurt him. To plant herself in his mind, engraving herself in his mind. He was aiming for her heart and seeking out her blood and so was she. 
  Releasing Neville’s hand as she maintained eye contact with her fuming brother, she nudged Hermione. “Where are you going?” Neville asked her, brown eyes clouded with concern, his eyebrows furrowed. 
  “I’m going for a walk, I’ll be back soon.” She informed him, breaking her eye contact, to look back at him, reassuring him that she was fine. Their eyes meeting, the world slowed, but also seemed to speed up its turning. The same sensation that happened to her in the corridor, but a completely different feeling attached to it. She barely recognized the sound of Draco striding back out of the pub. 
  “I’m fine, Love,” She reassured him. “I just need to clear my head.”
  “I’m sorry for all of this, Y/N.” Neville called out to her, guilt sitting in his throat and oozing out with his words. 
  The second she stepped out the back door of The Three Broomsticks, the rain pelted her, soaking her clothes in the spring rain. She didn’t care about the way her clothes and hair stuck to her skin, or the chill the cold rain brought or the feeling of the breeze hitting her body full force. She just continued to walk a distance. The wind and the sound of the rain hitting everything around her drowned out any noise. 
  “Godric, why you? Why did I need to lose you,” She sobbed, tears mixing with the rain hitting her face. Her voice strained as she screamed at the grey sky. “Why did I have to fail you? What did I do to deserve this hell? Not even on my worst days, did I do anything to merit this hell! Never did Neville deserve to feel guilty for this!” She screamed as if she were talking to Draco, knowing that he would most likely never talk to her again after this day. 
  As much as it pained her, she knew she wouldn’t have it in herself to allow him to get away with hurting her. She couldn’t live with herself if she went with grace. She needed to have that in Draco’s head. She needed to sink her parent’s secret weapon against her. She needed to allow herself the chance to haunt them. All of them. But what did it cost her? It cost her ever going home. 
  Suddenly, she felt the familiar sweater-clad arms wrap around her, slowly guiding her down as her knees gave out. Her sobs were drowned out by the sound of the rain as he held her, slowly rocking her back and forth as they sat in the mud and allowed the rain to wash over them. “It’s not your fault, Neville.” She sobbed, wanting him to stop feeling guilty. She might have lost one home, but she now has the best and most loving home in Neville’s arms.
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