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Your Breaking My Heart (Neville Longbottom)

Paring: Neville Longbottom X Ravenclaw!Lestrange!Reader

Summary: a secret that you've been hiding from your Boyfriend Neville is finally revealed.

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I felt my stomach turn when I saw the daily prophet. The front page showed my mother and her sinister and psychotic smile. My heart pounded against my ribs as Neville slammed the paper down. “they'll find her Nev” I mumbled.

“she'll pay for what she did” I said taking his hand. He had yet to find out Bellatrix was my mother. I regret never telling him and I truly did but after finding out she was the one behind Neville's parents demise I couldn't bring myself to tell him.

Not even my cousin Draco wanted to tell anyone. It was like a dark family secret. As far as the school was concerned I was Draco's sister when in reality my mother didn't want me and Draco's mom did.

“how did she even escape?” Dean scoffed taking the the paper away from Neville's line of site.

I gulped and pushed my plate of food towards Ron knowing my best friend would scarf it down in seconds. I looked over my shoulder towards my cousins table and saw he looked paler than ever as he stared at the daily prophet. His "girlfriend" Pansy and quite the opposite reaction. She didn't like me too much and she made it that perfectly clear many times. She looked over at me and snikered.

“flower?” Neville said softly making me turn back around. “hmm?” I asked resting my chin in the palm of my hand.

“are you alright?” he asked softly. “I'm fine” I said giving him a fake smile he saw right through. I know he did. It's getting harder and harder to keep it a secret and the pain of regrets keeps stinging my heart.

Suddenly someone came up between me and Neville slamming the daily prophet on the table. “bloody hell Malfoy, have you seen this?” it was Pansy and she had a concerned face that was obviously fake.

“what do you want Parkensons?” Harry asked bitterly. Pansy shrugged “just wanted to know how Y/n's reunion went with mummy” she snikered. Neville and our friends looked at us in confusion.

“y/n is a Malfoy” Neville Said looking at me confused. I looked down and fiddled with a loose string on my sleeve.

“y/n, what is she talking about?” Hermione asked softly. Neville gently touched my hand and is shot up from the bench. “I'm gonna be sick” I said racing out of the great hall.

Hermione quickly followed with a fuming Draco on her tail. “what in God's name did you Do!” Draco growled as he passed the Slytherin girl.

When I got to the bathroom it felt like I just spilled my breakfast and my guts in the toilet. The world felt like it was crumbling around me. I let out a sob as I slid down the wall of the bathroom. As my but hit the ground Hermione slowly opened the door with Draco behind her.

“y/n?” she asked softly. I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face in them as I let out another sob. Hermione wrapped her arms around me and let me cry as Draco paced back and forth in front of us.

“I'm gonna rip her lungs out!” he growled. Hermione shushed him quietly. “malfoy please...”

After about ten minutes of tears and ten minutes of Draco's plans of Pansy's demise I finally had the guts to look up at the world around me.

“y/n... Is it true? Is she your mum?” Hermione asked quietly. My expression turned sour, not towards Hermione but to the person who gave birth to me. “she not my mum... She just the woman who gave birth to me... She doesn't even care about me”

“what happened? Is she after you?” Hermione asked. Draco scoffed and crossed his arms. “honestly I doubt the nut even remembers”

I looked down and spoke. “she gave birth to me and I guess she just got one glance at me and decided she did not want me... Draco's mother, my aunt did so the malfoy's raised me”

“so your cousins... Not siblings” Hermione asked. Draco snapped his fingers and pointed to the Gryffindor. “ding ding... Ten points for Gryffindor Granger cracked the case”

I rolled my eyes not wanting to hear my cousin insult my friends. “Draco stop”

“My mother also torchored Neville's parents...how am I supposed to explain to the boy I love that my mother basically killed his parents... How am i-i” I started to shake the more I thought of it tears started to form as I looked at Hermione pleaded for help.

“I-I don't know” Hermione sighed. For the first time ever the genius Gryffindor had now answers. She so desperately wanted to help but I was right, how do you explain something like that.

After a few minutes of silence Neville stormed in with concern painted over his face.

“Love, what happened back there?”

I sighed and looked over at Hermione. She nodded pulled Draco out so me and Neville were alone. As soon as they were gone tears pooled my eyes as Neville stood before me.

“I'm sorry...”

Neville not knowing how to respond asked the question everyone wanted the answer too.

“is Bellatrix Lestrange your mother?”

“yes..”

Neville nodded trying to keep his cool as his heart beat increased. “why didn't you tell me?”

I shrugged not wanting to meet his heartbroken expression. How could I explain any of this. My mother practically destroyed his mother.

“I don't know”

Neville shook his head. “that's not good enough” he tried to walk away but I grabbed his sleeve.

“Neville, please” I whimpered as tears flood down my red cheeks. Neville not knowing what to do or how to deal with this raging anger snatched his hand away and slammed the door shut behind him.

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“figured I'd find you here” I mumbled as I walked into the greenhouse. Neville didn't look up and continued to silently water his plants.

I sigh and walk deeper into the muggy building. Neville avoided me all together as I tried to explain myself... Hell there is no explanation or excuses for what I hid from him. I deserved it but he needed to know I was sorry...I needed to know I wasn't gonna lose him.

I sighed. “nev you can't ignore me forever”

Neville slammed the watering can on the tabe making me jump back slightly. He finally looked up at me but his eyes held nothing but anger. “I have nothing, Nothing! To say to you... You lied to me! I shared everything with you and you didn't have the decentcy to tell me about your mother!?”

I never seen him this angry, hell I've never seen him angry period, but his rathed scared me. I gulped and slightly back up till my back hit one of the tables. “I didn't know how to tell you” I mumbled as tears pricked my eyes.

Neville scoffed and agressevelly ran his fingers through his hair as he paced. “didn't know” he mocked quietly. He then stopped and stared at me with hate and sadness.

“why are you even here?” I shrugged and looked down. “I don't know... ” I mumbled not meeting his gaze.

Neville scoffed. “I don't know either” I looked up at him as tears pooled my eyes.

“I-I needed to know if your still... If we're..” I couldn't find the right words as the weight just got hevyer and hevyer.

“together?” he asked like he was surprised I would even ask that. “I-I don't k-know... Right now I just need to process this”

I nodded staring At the grass covered floor. Without another word and walk towards the door.

I stopped and looked over my shoulder. “no matter what you'll always be the only good thing in my life... Rather you decide to stick with me or not” after that I left.

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“hello, I'm hear to visit Mr. And Mrs. Longbottom” I said softly to the secretary. The lady looked up surprised. The only visitors the couple got was Neville and his Gran.

She stacked her papers quickly and stuttered in shock. “umm.. Relative?” she asked. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and looked down. “Frank Longbottom is my Uncle” I said trying to come up with a good lie. The secretary nodded giving me a visitor pass. I thanked her and left the front desk.

Her soft voice made me stop “umm I may warn you about your uncle” I stop as she said that. The hole situation made my stomach turn. I don't need to be remind about what my mother did to my boyfriend... ex boyfriend's family.

“I'm aware of the situation.... Thank you for the concern” I said nodding to her and walking towards the room where they were most likely in. Neville told me about it.

I silently stared at the white door with guilt. On the other side of the door was the broken family. My mother... My family and blood was responsible for it. I wasn't like her and I was scared to death to be like her... Which is probably why I was led hear. By my mind? Ravenclaws use their heads or maybe it was something sapy like my heart.

My hand reached for the door knob and slowly opened it. I was surprised about how bright it was. It was happy in a depressing sort of way. You could look at it as a sterotipical nut house, but the only way I could discribe it as this. It looked like a daycare center. It had the sun shing in the windows and some of the patents were playing board games or mindlessly watching cartoons like Tom and Jerry or loony toons.

I looked around and finally I saw them in the corner. You couldn't miss them. Not because of how they acted but you could just tell. Neville looks a lot like his mum. Dispite the emptiness in her eyes she was beautiful. She set at a small wooden table coloring. It was very child-like. She sat indian style and scribbled with crayons. Her husband... Neville's father just paced back and forth as his fingers traced the bricks that the wall was made of.

I quietly sat down in front of her and smiled. “hello Mrs. Longbottom” she didn't respond and scribbled some more. I looked at her parchment and there was dozens of sun flowers.

I sighed and fiddled with my fingers on the table. A neverus habit I've had since 1st year. Mrs. Longbottom looked up and slightly poked my hands with a yellow crayon. I slightly chuckled but at the same time I wanted to cry. If Neville saw my fidgeting with my hands he'd know I was nervous and hold my hand.

“I'm sorry this happened to you” I mumbled as tears pricked my eyes. “... I'm so sorry”

She looked up at me like a small child wood and handed me blue crayon. I smiled softly and took the crayon, Kindness definitely runs in the family. Mrs. Longbottom smiled like a child even if her child held nothing but emptiness. But Neville had her smile.

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I walked into the front entrance silently. The secretary that always sat in the front office smile at me. “hello Neville... Here to see your parents?” I smiled softly and nodded holding up the Sunflower I brought for my mother.

“oh and Neville” the secretary said making me stop. “your father's niece is visiting today.. You might see her” looked at her confused for a second. As far as I was concerned the only family members left was me and Gran. I quickly shook it off wanting to know who lied to see my parents. “thank you” I said before walking off.

I didn't know if felt angry or scared. I couldn't think of anyone who would sneak in. The only people aside from Gran who knew was Y/n and Harry. I knew Harry wouldn't visit out of respect for me because I told him not to. Y/n on the other hand well...she'd be really dumb to show up now.

To be honest I wasn't angry at her anymore. In her defense she didn't know and I hate myself for hurting her. I wanted to talk to her so badly but I couldn't bring myself to look at the girl I broke. I hate knowing I caused her tears. She was always been there for me and at her time of need I stomped on her heart.

I turned down the hallway and into the room I knew the nurses kept them. I stopped in my tracks of what I saw. My mother was mindlessly coloring while y/n sat across from her. I was about to walk off. The sight made my heart clench.

“you would be proud of your son” that made me stop. I looked at he two and leaned on the door frame so I could listen.

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I guess I hoped she'd perk up at the sound of her son's name, but nothing. I sighed and played with the blue crayon she gave me. “when I'm scared I don't talk either...”

I admit that not knowing Neville was listening. “you may feel like your alone and there's no one to listen but... There is” I looked up and the mother was still coloring flowers. “you don't have to speak.. I realize how difficult that is... Well you don't even have too.. Maybe you can just show me in one of your drawings or something”

She had yet to respond. I sighed. Someone then came and placed her hand on my shoulder. I looked up and it was one of the nurses. “I'm sorry but visiting hours are almost over” I sighed not realizing how much time I spent.

I looked at the couple and tears formed my eyes once again. “I'm sorry..” I said nothing eles and started to walk away.

I didn't notice quite yet but Mrs. Longbottom slowly followed me mindlessly. I turned around and she silently handed me the piece of parchment she was coloring on. I smiled when I saw the childish but beautiful sunflowers. “thank you ma'am”

I walked out of the room and I immediately bump into someone. "I'm so sorry" I looked up and saw it was Neville. He looked so tired and broken. He chocolate brown eyes didn't look alive anymore just sad. “hi Neville” I mumbled looking down.

“didn't expect to see you here”

“I'm sorry.. I promise I'm leaving” I tried to leave but Neville grabbed my hand. “please don't leave” I looked at him with sad eyes as he let go of my hand.

“I should be the one aplagizing” he mumbled looking down. “you've always been there for me and always had my back... A-and when you needed me most I-I turned my back on you”

He looked down ashamed and started to tear up. Neville had always been a sensitive guy and that never bothered me. I found it quite adorable but his tears made my heart hurt more. The whole situation did.

“it's okay Nev” I moved closer to him and placed my hand on his cheek wiping the tears. He seemed to lean into the touch but he backed away. “it's not okay... This whole situation... This fight isn't okay”

“the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you” he said locking his brown eyes with my e/c ones. “I worked too damn hard to be with you and things got tough I left”

I closed the gap between us and held him tight. I snuggled my face in to his chest and held him like I was afraid he'll disappear. I missed the way he held me. I missed the safety I felt when I was with him. He may seem shy and weak to everyone else but he was the strongest boy I knew and he never shyed away when it came to protecting me and our friends.

“I missed you” I mumbled. “I missed you too Love” I felt his head nussel my hair then kiss the top of my head.

“we'll get through this together... I promise you” Neville mumbled as he held me righter.

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Characters from Harry Potter; Their love language.

Warnings: whimpering, handsy Fred (let's be honest he needs a warning) (Please be at least 16+ to continue.)

Harry Potter:

Acts of service & Quality time

Acts of service:

He would just love when you make sure he takes care of himself. He feels as if you are taking care of him, and loves it. He would always look at you lovingly when you give him his daily snack.

Quality time:

He would just be okay with you laying your head on his lap while he talks to Ron about Quidditch. Occasionally asking questions, while they answer. He would look down at you, making sure your hair is out of your face.

Ron Weasley:

Physical Touch & gift giving!

Physical touch:

Once he asked you out, he always tried to touch in some way. Thighs touching, him bringing you to lean into him, Pinky holding, anything. He would also get really jealous if anyone outside of his trusted friend group touches you. Him grabbing you while you are talking to the person that is touching you.

Gift giving:

As he always receives hand me downs, this man always will enjoy a random gift from you. Even if it is just a rock that you found that you were reminded of him.

Hermione Granger:

Acts of service & Quality time.

Acts of service:

I feel like she would just love when someone does something for her with out asking. Even if it is as little as making sure she gathers all her stuff for her next class. Maybe bringing her snacks on her long nights of studying.

Quality Time:

She would Love for when people just sit there in silence, her reading a book, you doing the same; you playing with her. She would be so weak for this!

Luna Lovegood:

Quality time!

She would love when you wander around the castle with her. Going outside and seeing all the creature. She would hold her hand every inch of the way, seeing she just wants you to be close to her.

Neville Longbottom:

Words of affirmation!

Neville is obviously a nervous bean, even after he gained his confidence. This man still gets shy when his person calls him cutes names and such. Reassuring him constantly, would also come along with it, he would just love and appreciate it.

Draco Malfoy:

Act of service & Physical Touch & Words of Affirmation

Acts of Service:

He will always enjoy people taking care of him. Remember when he drug out his arm being hurt? (I would too to be honest) He loves when people do things for him. Lunch making, cutting the correct sizes of ingredients, straightening his tie. He loves it all.

Physical Touch:

He will always find a way to touch you. Even if it completely humiliates you. Little to as tripping you, and him catching you, while you two were walking. Then he just has his arms around you, looking smug as usual that he got his way.

Words of Affirmation:

Most people don't think this but I do. I think his father doesn't really care about his feeling as parents should. So he always need those words to boost him. The way he acts around people is just a front he put up because his father's reputation.

Fred Weasley:

Physical touch & Words of Affirmation!

Physical touch:

We all know he is always touching you, bit it's to the extreme. He's always touching your hips, your thighs or your ass. He does not give a damn if anyone is witnessing either. He would just look at them while doing so, as if saying back off.

Words of Affirmation: now this man is VERY territorial. Be will make everyone KNOW that you are his. He will always be whispering in his ear that you are his just to hear you confirm it in a whimper.

George Weasley:

Words of Affirmation & Quality Time!

Words of Affirmation:

You whispering in his ear that you are his, while he's working on his and his twin's new inventions. He would just smirk back at you, while you cling on to him. You are on his back, like a koala watching what he is doing. Whispering "maybe you should do this" "oh yes, that would be great" and stuff like that.

Quality Time:

As he is always doing things with his twin, he would always enjoy you getting along with his twin. He also would enjoy you coming with ideas for pranks. He taught the ways, and sometimes he thinks you can't get any better, but everyday you prove him wrong.

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Neville Longbottom x gn!Hufflepuff!reader

Trigger Warnings: fluff; Draco being kinda rude (?)

A/N: I literally had absolutely no idea what to title this or what to write about.

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Neville and Y/N have been friends since the train ride first year.

Although Y/N ended up in Hufflepuff, they love being friends with Neville.

Third year rolled around and Neville starts to have a crush on Y/N.

They don't quite notice Neville becoming awkward around them, but they've caught him blushing from time to time.

The day all his friends have their suspicions confirmed about his crush on Y/N is when Draco happens to be picking on them about something.

He stood up for them. Y/N has stood up for themselves against Draco dozens of times. Neville just happened to take it upon himself to have Y/N's back.

Each of his friends would pester him now and again after that.

When the Yule Ball was coming up in 4th year, Neville was too shy to ask Y/N and ended up arriving with Ginny.

Ginny kinda knew that Neville would've taken Y/N if he had the courage, so after the dancing, she nudged him into talking with Y/N.

He comforted them after what happened to Cedric.

The two of them partnered up during DA meetings. Y/N's patronus wound its way around Neville before fluttering around the room.

Their first kiss was awkward.

They were both in one of the Greenhouses, working on a Herbology project.

It had been a few weeks since the plant Neville chose for his project had shown any difference. Sure it had been growing as any plant should, but that was about all.

Out of the glimpse of their eye, Y/N looked from their plant to his, noticing that the plant was beginning to slowly but surely blossom. That was when he kissed them out of excitement. He began to apologize, but they kissed his cheek.

During their time at Hogwarts leading up to the battle, they stuck together. Even when the Battle of Hogwarts was under way.

Later on, Y/N and Neville bought a cozy flat together. The place had a little balcony outside they kept some flowers in.

The End

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I wasn't completely sure where I was going with this, but I managed to get somewhere. Hope it's ok.

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why wait until we get home?

Blog Details | Let’s take a trip

Neville Longbottom x black!fem!reader 

warning(s): smut with plot, drunk reader (established relationship), public sex, slight dom/sub undertones, p in v, cockwarming, no condom, squirting, cursing, creampie, cum eating

word count: 1k

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“We’re almost there babe. Just ten more steps.” My stomach spins as I try to focus on his voice. I’m about to puke my guts out, but at least I won £20.

Five steps later we made it to the bus stop. I let go of Neville’s hand and hold on to the pole as I bend over to heave. Nothing is coming out. It’s like it evaporated. His hand rubs in circles on the middle of my back. My ponytail feels tight and I feel a migraine coming on. I stand up as the light on the sidewalk gets brighter. The automatic doors open and Neville holds my hand. I follow him up the stairs. I hear two beeps before he leads us deeper into the bus. There aren’t many people as it is 2 o’clock in the morning.

“Can I sit on your lap Nev?”

“Do you promise to behave?”

“Scouts honor.” I raise three fingers to show how serious I am.

“You were never in the scouts,” he laughs as he helps situate me on his lap.

The bus takes off suddenly and I accidentally hop on his lap. I hear a groan from behind me, but it’s not from pain.

“Sorry,” I squeak as I lean back against him. My skirt is splayed on his lap. The only barrier between us is his clothes and my underwear. The bumps on the road don’t seem to seem to cease. I rock against him with each one.

“Baby,” he warns.

“I can’t help it.” I defend.

But what if I can? I look around the bus and everybody is either asleep or too tired to pay attention to us. I slowly grind against him. His hands gravitate to my hips and stop me.

“Please, babe? I just want to play.” I turn to him with my big, doe eyes. He sighs as one of his arms reaches around my waist.

“We’re in public.”

“No one is paying attention to us.”

I scooch off of his crotch to his thighs. I reach behind me and slowly unzip his pants. I pull down on his briefs enough to let his cock free from the restraint.

“You know I’m not quiet when it comes to sex,” he whispers the last word.

“It’ll be okay. Just mark me whenever you feel like you’ll make too much noise.”

I pull my panties to the side and lift myself until I’m directly over his ever growing cock. My eyes do one last sweep to make sure no one is paying attention to us before I slip the tip inside of me. The bus hits a pothole and Neville accidentally slips all the way inside of me. I slap my hand over my mouth and Neville tucks his head into my neck. His teeth sink into the flesh and my grip around my mouth tightens. I look around and everyone else is still preoccupied in their own worlds. My walls become accustomed to his size and I trust myself to put my hand down. I lean against his chest. His hands lay on my stomach and I can practically feel his heartbeat on my back.

“Good boy.” I raise a hand and run my fingers through his hair to calm him.

I moan at the bruise that is now forming on my neck. I don’t even care about the rest of the people on the bus anymore. My arousal is becoming evident. I slightly shift my position and he slips deeper inside of me. I clench on reflex and I feel his teeth bite a little harder and a groan rises through his throat.

“It’s okay. We’re okay,” I coo to try to get him to loosen his grip.

“Sorry,” he whimpers. I tell him it’s okay and slowly grind my hips over him.

I can just barely hear the noises my slick makes when our skin rubs against each other. I raise my skirt up to see the mess. The milky white substance contrasts with my dark skin and I crave to see more of it. With this idea in mind, I lean forward on the seat in front of us and lightly bounce on him. My eyes squeeze shut and unintentionally hold my breath. His hands make a home on my hips. I slightly look back and see his eyes screwed shut in pleasure and I can tell he’s trying so hard not to make noise. His cock twitches inside of me which makes my walls constrict around him and my clit throbs. I look back forward and reach my hand down to rub my clit while speeding up my bounces. His tip is kissing my cervix. It’s getting harder to stave off my orgasm. He lightly taps my thigh and I lean back against his chest. The position makes me lose momentum, but he continues thrusting up inside of me.

“I think I’m going to cum.” *he hoarsely whimpers into my ear. I look down and lift my skirt to see the action. I notice the cream that covers his shaft. The sound it makes as our skin slaps against each other is lewd. The throbbing in my clit increases and I feel the band in my abdomen about to snap.

“Fuck it,” he says. His grip on my waist tightens as he ruts into me. His whimpers turn to moans. The melodic sound is right in my ear which triggers my orgasm. The cream washes off as my arousal soaks his dick and makes a pitter patter sound on the floor. My thighs are shaking and my body becomes overstimulated. A second later, ropes of his cum shoot into me. I squeeze my legs together and sigh with content. I feel completely sober as I relax into his arms.

“Do you think they heard that?” He asks. We both lowly laugh as I stand up. His cum drips out of my pussy and on to his softening cock. A “fuck” whispers out of his lips. I push more cum out of me and completely remove myself from his leg space. I lean down lick all of his cum off of him. I hear his head knock on the back of his seat and his thighs tremble.

“You’re evil.” He says with his eyes closed. He opens them as I swallow the rest of his cum.

“You love it.” A mischievous smile graces my lips as I think about what I’m going to do to him when we get home.

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[pappydaddy]

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

not requested

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.

keep an eye out for the continuation of this fic, learn more with my folklore/evermore collection

taglist: (since this is a romantic neville fic, i decided to just include neville's taglist members!)

@just-here-to-escape-reality | @rottenstyx | @boxofsilentwords | @spring-picnics | @i-always-come-back-xoxo | @rootbeerfaygo | @popeheywardssecretgf | *line through your user means i could not tag you lovely!

warnings: family issues | being disowned | guilt | angst | heartbreak | anxiety is described but not talked about | anymore that i missed, please let me know lovelies! masterlist | taglist | navigation | folklore/evermore collection

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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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last updated: 23rd january, 2024 newest: evermore latest chapter

rules for requesting: ✮ disclaimer: i do not do smut, i can do dark themes such as stalking, etc. requests are open.

draco malfoy melt your heart genre: d. malfoy x fem!oc. best friends to lovers! slow burn! warnings: bullying, violence, kissing, cursing, very bad editing synopsis: as only first years, they know nothing of what's to come. julianna candy thought everything would be normal for her years at hogwarts, but what with meeting draco malfoy, tagging along adventures with harry potter and learning about her parents' history, she couldn't be more wrong. neville longbottom - none yet. george weasley evermore genre: g. weasley x fem!oc. friends to lovers! warnings: none yet. synopsis: if you can't find some common ground with anyone, even with your own twin sister, it can get pretty lonely. it's a good thing for genesis heath that she finds a boy who understands her completely, even with just a few words. ron weasley - none yet.

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Valentines Day Drabbles

Hello my lovely followers! 💛

So, as valentines day isn't too far away I thought I'd hop on here and say that I'm hosting a Valentines day drabble writing challenge!

The strories will be between 100 and 500 words!

You can also only choose one prompt per character request - If a prompt/trope has been crossed out it means that I have had two requests for it and will not be accepting anymore.

Below you'll find a list of prompts/tropes & characters that I would like to write for:

Prompts / Tropes:

First valenties day togehter

"Will you be my valentine?"

"I hate valentines day"

Platonic Soulmates

Angsty Valentines day

Valentines Night

Valentines day on a budget (not being able to afford expensive giftds etc)

Secret Admirerer

Working on Valentines day

Valentines day proposal

Red lipstick

Valentines day letter

Characters:

Vander

Negan

Chibs Telford

Jax Teller

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Harvey Specter

Remus Lupin

Draco Malfoy

Neville Longbottom

Natasha Romanoff

Benedict Bridgerton

If you want to send in a request just send me an ask with the character and prompt/trope you want me to write the story for.

As always, thank you all for the continued support! 💛

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𝓝𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓶 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬: Neville tries to get you to act like a human person before you meet his family. slytherin!reader, fluff, nervous!nev

𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬!: You and Neville have been friends for a while, it’s just normal friend things that you do. platonic!relationship

#➴➵➶➴athena writes➶➴➵➶ #neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom #neville longbottom imagines

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HELLO! I finally got around to writing about Neville and I'm so excited. my original language is not english so sorry if you don't fully understand (i'm using a translator)

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just imagine ...

you're falling asleep late at night. after a while, you hear your name being called. it feels like you have slept for hours, but you're still tired. you hear your name again and again, so you reluctantly open your eyes and suddenly come face to face with your favourite fictional character. you gasp, shocked to see them in front of you, rubbing your eyes over and over again, and telling yourself it's just a dream. 'get up sleepy head. it's time for a new adventure.', they suddenly say, smiling brightly at you. you suddenly look around and notice that you're not in your room, but in your favourite fictional world. 'come on', that fictional character says again. they take your hand and you can feel their grip on you and now you know, it is not a dream. this is your reality now. your time to live in your favourite fictional world and do all these things you have dreamed about for such a long time. it is time to finally be yourself.

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You belong with me(George Weasley) Part 1

Paring: George Weasley X Longbottom!Reader X Cedric Diggory.

Summary: your best friend George knows you deserve better. He wants to be that 'better' but to scared to say but after a burnt hand truth may come out. (A.U where Cedric doesn't die)

Prompts: 1.0) “I mean, it's nice they found each other Sometimes you fall for someone you'd never expect, but that doesn't make it wrong. Doesn't everyone deserve to be happy?”

1.6) “I need to know if it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever.” - “in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are”

This is for my buddy Ashlee, who hates Cedric with every fiber of her soul for no reason. There's no much Cedric bashing but he's not perfect in this story.

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--------(Potions Class, Snape)--------

I silently sat in my seat waiting for Professor Snape to start the lesson. He was running unusually late so that ment the class was mixed up and being social. Come to think of it this is the most talkative the class has ever been.

Except me, my boyfriend Cedric did most of the talking but ever since the tournament I've only been there to benfet him. It's technically not his fault really but what hurt was he wasn't around anymore. He would show a bright smile and laugh whole heartedly to anyone who would listen but then be too tired for anything else.

His laughter continued as he had his back to me taking to Harry and a couple of Hufflepuffs. Not complaining I silently read my book. It was a Muggle book professor Lupin gave me called The Outsiders. I was nose deep when something snapped against the hard-back cover.

I peaked from behind the book and saw a rubber band. I smiled already knowing it was my best friend George Weasley. I rolled my eyes as George leaned twords me from the desk that was acrossed from mine.

“hiya, George” I nodded my head twords Fred as I moved over to their table. Cedric didn't even realize my absence. “hay freddie”

As few minutes went on the twins explained their new product ideas and different renovation ideas for the shop they're gonna open when they're done with school. I nodded happy holding on to every word. Honestly I could listen to them talk all day, especially George. The three of us had been best friends since our 1st year and they never failed at making me laugh or made me feel out of place.

“in your seats everyone” Snape said as he stormed in the the room making everyone quite.

“the man sure knows how to make a whole room speechless” Fred mumbled. I snorted trying not to laugh out loud.

Snape whipped around book in hand. “turn to page 934”

Everyone did and 934-935 was covered with pictures and scribls of writing of a potions. A shape shifting potion to be exact. I raised an eye brow as me and Cedric read off the ingredients and the uses for the potion.

“this is unusual” Cedric mumbled. I just shrugged at the first words he's said to me all morning.

"as you can tell it's a little bit more complicated than your silly little minds can handle” Snape insulted. No one batted an eye as it was usual for him to treat this class in such manner. And yes, this class was mostly Hufflepuffs and had only a few Gryffindors.

“so you'll be working in groups” a couple of people nodded with no emotion and the others sighed in realife.

“this is an easy A” Cedric whispered. I nodded with nothing else to say. I was relieved that he wanted to pair up, it gave us extra time together but part of me knew I'd end up doing half of it while Cedric socialized. Even if he intentionally did it or not.

Our happy faces dropped slightly as Snape continued. “I'll be asing partners. Take a seat next to them when I can your names” a few brave people groaned and others just rolled their eyes.

“Diggory your with Chan” I felt my stomach turn as I heard the paring. I knew Cedric would never betray me like that but I see how Cho Chan looks at him. She gave him the same look Cedric gave me long ago.

Cedric patted my hand and left to set next to her. I gulped as Snape read off the names.

“Potter and Jorden”

“Brown and Johnson”

Snape then looked up and eyed the twins. They looked unfased and continued the stare down. “if you two think I trust you to be partners in this particular Potion you got another thing coming... Weasley and Longbottom” he said refusing to me.

Fred raised his hand in a smart-ass sort of way. “excuse me sir but... Which one”

Snape sighed and pointed to George. “which ever one you are work with Y/n Longbottom, the other one can go with Finnigan”

George happy sat next to me. I set up from my slouched potion and handed him a quill with as he flipped through his book.

“get started” Snape said bluntly.

As I was reading the steps I feel something soft touch my cheek. I batted away and continued reading. It came back again and this time it tickled more. I giggled and pushed the quill out of George's hand.

He laughed as he successfully got my attention. “which cauldron do you want to use?”

“we can use yours a guess” George nodded and got up to get his from his previous spot. As he did Cedric stared daggers into the ginger.

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The cauldron boiled a Creamy white liquid as I grinded and cut up the different ingredients for the spell. On my right was George stirring the pot and reading the book.

“what do they mean shread something pure?” Cedric said getting a little too stressed over the potion. This class had never been his strong suit, which is why it would have been an 'easy A' if we were partners.

“your supposed to shread the dandelion” I said walking next door to his table. Right when I went over to help Cedric and the cauldron explode and the hot liquid splashed on my hand. I hiss and jerked beck into George's chest.

I held my hand as the cauldron dumped all over the floor. George quickly pulled me back from the steaming puddle. Cho and I coughed from the steam as Cedric stood there dumbfounded.

“Weasley take miss. Longbottom to Madam Pomfrey, and for the love of Godric clean your mess Diggory”

“y/n im sorr-” he started but George pulled me along towards the door.

“watch what your doing next time, Champion” I hear Fred say as we leave for the Infirmary.

Dispite the burning I felt on my hand I felt security as George walked next to me with his arm around me. I felt my heart sweal as he wrapped my hand in his red handkerchief and continued to ask me if I was alright.

“seriously, I'm fine Georgie” I chuckled as he opened the door to hospital wing. He smiled brightly as he held the door for me.

“madam Pomfrey, we got a Burned hand” George called out. The older woman sighed from the back and the sound of her foot steps followed. “What did you boys do now?”

She looked surprised as she saw me clenching my hand as stood next to George. “my dear what happened?”

“Diggory Knocked a hot potion onto her hand” George said looking visibly upset. Madam Pomfrey led me to one of the beds and George followed without hesitation.

George helped me on the bed as Pomfrey brought a stool to set in front of me. “let me see, Dear” she said softly. I hissed as the fabric left my red hand. You couldn't miss Pomfrey's expression as she examined my hand. I looked down for the first time and my eyes bugged out.

On my first two fingers had a thing strip of red coiled all the way up from my nails from my knuckles and the whole top of my and and thumb was covered in a deep red with white blisters.

She sighed sympathetically as she carefully studied my hand. “What potions were you using Dear?”

“it was supposed to be a shape shifting potion” I sighed. “Diggory's didn't go as planned, Godric knows what was put in that heaping pile of crap” George said butting in. The more the thought of it, the angry he got and thst didn't go unnoticed.

“did you breath anything in?”

I nodded thinking back when Cho and I were coughing and hacking from the steam from the potion.

“well, I can use a spell to transfer the heat out of your skin, then we'll put an ointment on it, but since we're not quite sure what was in the cauldron you'll have to say the night or just intill the potion leaves your system” Pomfrey explained.

Next she pulled out her wand and gently touched it to the tip of my finger. She gently pulled back before anything happened. “this usually hurts so brace yourself”

The tip of her wand touch my finger again and this time I grabbed George's hand with my good one. The pain wasn't as bad as imagined, but It felt like someone was pulling hot needles out of my hand.

After a few seconds she was done but there was still white and red puss like things that clinged to my hand. I looked at it in disgust as Madam Pomfrey gently coated my hand on ointment the rapped bandges over it.

“after dinner I want you to come back and then we'll decide if you have to stay over night” Pomfrey said. Me and George both nodded as he helped me off the bed.

“keep an eye on that poor girl, George” Madam Pomfrey yelled as we left. My cheeks dusted red as George closed the door behind us. He look equally red but tried really hard to hide it.

It wasn't awkward or anything, we were close friends and the whole school basically knew we were best friends. But knowing that George went out of his way to take me to the hospital wign and even stayed when he didn't need to made the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.

“so, your on first name bases with Madam Pomfrey know?” I asked playfully bumping his shoulder with mine. All the professors and staff usually referred to as with our last names so I was genuinely curious.

George chuckled and looked down. “yeah, when your Pyro maniacs like my brother and I you end up in the hospital wign for miner injuries.”

I nodded remembering all the times him and Fred would disappear after a practical joke gonne wrong or when one of their fireworks backfired.

George laughed and wrapped his arm around me. “let's get some dinner, I'm starving”

“same, let's go”

As we walked into the great hall it was already fairly packed. I looked over at the Hufflepuff table and spotted Cedric getting tugged around by his 'fans' as they flashed around their 'Potter stinks' pins around.

My smile fell as he was once again busy. It was a big room, I knew that much so there was no reason to get upset with him. George shook his head at him and pulled me to the Gryffindor table Where our brothers, Hermione and Harry were.

“heard about the hand, you okay Sis?” Neville asked as I sat down across from him. I gave my little brother a reassuring look and nodded. “I'm fine Nev”

“that's not what Pomfrey said...” George mumbled. I nudgged him as Fred who was setting on the other side of me gave me a concerned look. I elbowed him then looked at my friends worried faces.

“I'm seriously fine, she just said I might have to stay the night because we didn't quit know what was in Cedric's Cauldron.”

Hermione eyes widened with consern. “Cedric did that?”

“really?” Neville asked surprised but also had a hint of anger to his voice.

“it was an accident!” I sighed.

“well that accident might keep you in the hospital wign tonight” George said taking a bite of his chicken.

As dinner was coming to an End my stomach started to turn and my chest felt like it was tighting around my heart the harder it pounded.

I gulped and set my fork down as the voices around me started to sound muffled then none existent.

“y/n!”

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“come on love” George's voice said faintly.

I winced as pounding progressed in my head. My eyes fluttered open as I adjusted to the sunlight that shined through the many windows.

I turned to my left and saw George's bright smile. Behind him was Neville, who was passed out in the bed next to mine.

“Hey, Darling how are you feeling?” I slightly smiled at the ginger I called my best friend.

“Why didn't anyone tell me?!” Cedric said suddenly making me jump by the sudden noise. Cedric then ran to my bed worried. George set back in his chair extending the space between us.

Cedric ran to my bed side and took my hand. His eyes full of concern and his expression was frazzled. He sat down next to me as George stared him down.

“he didn't seem to concerned yesterday, she's here because of him”

“thanks for staying with her Mate” Cedric said bringing George back to reality. George forced a smile at him but he couldn't hold back the sarcasm.

Before George could say anything Harry and Ron both peaked their heads in the room. “George, Neville Professor McGonagall is looking for you guys”

Neville set up from the bed beside mine and gave me a hug goodbye. “oh, how you feeling?” Ron asked. I smiled and held my thumb up.

“I'm good here, I'll catch her later” George responded. Cedric raised en eye browe. His face held a hint of jealousy as George stood his ground.

“it's fine go, I'll be here with her” Cedric said like he was trying to mark his territory. He stared down George and such a way I've never seen Cedric do.

“oh that makes me feel so much better” George mumbled under his breath. Cedric gave him a questioning look. “sorry, didn't catch that”

“nothing, I'll come by later N/n” George huffed as he lefted with his younger brother.

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“ced, let's go!”

“yeah, mate let's go”

Cedric's Friends continued to call him as he sat at my bedside. He looked over his shoulder and chuckled as his Hufflepuff friends flagged him down. He then looked at me with a questioning look. Not wanting to fight and feeling slightly hurt that he'd leave so quickly I just forced a smile.

“go ahead, I'll be here” he smiled big and kissed my lips passionately. “thank you love”

I stared at burned hand with a sorrowful. As soon as I heard the door latch I let the tears fall. Everything seemed to be hitting me and sitting here made me think. I felt hurt on how easy Cedric left, like I was second priority. But with George he never wanted to leave.

I couldn't shake the thought of how easy It is to be around George Weasley... How safe it is. He always knew how to make me smile or laugh no matter what I was feeling thst day. I loved how his brown eye held so much love and humor. His eyes could be so lively and loving and barely show any fire or hate.

“what's wrong my dear?” Madam Pomfrey voice said suddenly said. I turned my head towards her and the words started falling uncontrollably.

“I kissed him, but I wanted it to be someone else... Dose that make me a bad person?” I mumbled. Madam Pomfrey gave me a soft expression.

“no, I doesn't” she said softly. She smiled turned around. She turned back when I spoke again. I couldn't shake the feeling romance was pointless. Are boyfriends and girlfriends just supposed to be on the side lines till their partner wants them? Is there such thing as love? I think love is what I feel when I'm around George.

“I need to know if it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever.”

Madam Pomfrey turned around with a small smile “in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are”

“your still young dear, you'll find that someone” I nodded as she left.

Her words running through my brain over and over again.

#George Weasley imagines #George Weasley x reader #George Weasley #George Weasley one-shots #Fred Weasley imagines #Fred Weasley x reader #Fred Weasley #Cedric Diggory imagines #Cedric Diggory x reader #Cedric Diggory #Neville Longbottom #Neville Longbottom imagines #Neville and x reader #Harry Potter imagines #Hogwarts #Gryffindor #Hufflepuff

[chocochannie]

Blaise Zabini headcanons

He loves baking

Really smart but doesn't show it

Has a good skin care routine, literally better than Pansy's

Mamas boy

Kinda quiet, but when you get to know him he'll never shut up

Likes reading by the fireplace

Loves Draco more than himself, they're inseparable

Owls his mum often, he tells her about all the little things that happened

He's friends with Luna and Neville, and every time he hears someone speaking bad about them, he's ready to fight

That man is extremely humble

He's really fascinated by muggle sports

He's an amazing listener and advice giver, you can come to him every time you feel down

Fluent in Italian

Treats Pansy like his little sister

He's a gentleman, his mum taught him how to treat girls right

Neat handwriting

Loves potions and dada

Enjoys watching old muggle movies

Girls are all over him but he hates it

Always on time

Loves giving and receiving flowers

He's literally addicted to coffee, can't start a day without a cup of coffee

Has the prettiest eyes you've ever seen

Dad of the group

Drags Theodore out of bed almost everyday, just to make sure he eats breakfast

Gives really good hugs

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#blaise zabini #blaise x reader #blaise zabini x reader #harry potter #slytherin #fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #hogwarts au #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin x reader #harry potter imagine #draco malfoy #pansy parkinson #luna lovegood #neville longbottom #hp fanfic #hp fandom #hp fanfcition #harry potter headcanon #blaise zabini headcanons #blaise zabini x you #blaise zabini x y/n #slytherin gang #slytherin boys #hogwarts #headcanon #hp headcanon #mattheo riddle #theodore nott

[madisonwritesstuff]

★; flowers.

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Neville Longbottom x GN Reader.

dating headcanons!

tags : fluffy fluff fluff, shy neville :33, no tw, literally just pure fluff and wholesome-ness.

he's the type to be scared that you'll find him boring or pathetic or a loser and leave him

so he tries his best to get into your interests

you like baking? cool, he's gifting you some cookies he attempted to make which are definitely not half burnt... (it's the thought that counts..)

you like sports? well he's not good with sports but he's definitely willing to try out a round with you!

you like music? what are your favorite artists? he'll listen to every single song by them and then talk to you about them!

one time some Slytherin boys were picking on him and you literally stormed over and yelled at each one of them till they apologized and promised not to pick on him again (may or may not have threatened them...)

and he was just like :0

like he felt butterflies in his stomach and everything, definitely thought of you as someone who was determined and brave (even if you're not he'll assure you you're definitely braver than him)

literally the one thing going through his head was "oh damn that was hot"

seeing you getting riled up because someone was picking on him

wanted to show his gratitude so afterwards he brought you a bouquet of his favorite flowers (that may or may not bite) and when you take them he gives you a lil fun fact and gives you a cute little handmade list on how to keep one alive

I just feel like he'd be the type to be nervous with PDA but would absolutely love it when you hold his hand, and DEFINITELY loves hugs, not just simple hugs, give this man the biggest bear hug you can give and he'll be all smiley and happy the whole day

when sitting on the hogwarts express he always leaves a seat for you and just lean his head against your shoulder and hold your hand while you both look out the window (my heart is melting)

LATE NIGHT CUDDLE SESSIONS

sneaking into his dorm at night to surprise him and he's literally about to go to sleep like he's in bed and everything and then he just hears the door open ominously and he's horrified until he sees your mischievous grin as you're putting a finger up to your lips to tell him to quiet down as you close the door behind you

HE'D LITERALLY HOLD THE BLANKET OPEN AND PAT THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BED FOR YOU LIKE HFJGHJWIDL

and then y'all just cuddle the whole night and almost sleep through the alarm because for one Neville is literally huddled up against you so you can't move or get out of the bed otherwise your heart would break so you just turn off the alarm and wait for him to wake up but you just end up falling back asleep

the only thing waking you up was Ron coming to check up on why Neville wasn't up yet and he walks in and just sees you too cuddling and just throws a random sock at your head and tells you to “stop snogging” 💀

all rights reserved to © madisonwritesstuff , please do not copy, repost on other platforms, translate, or modify my works without my permission.

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter series #neville longbottom #neville longbotton x reader #neville longbottom x male reader #neville longbottom x female reader #neville longbottom x you #dating headcanons #headcanon #headcannons #hp x reader #harry potter drabble #harry potter imagine #neville longbottom imagine #neville longbottom drabble #neville longbottom oneshot

[thatblackravenclaw]

Very Good Boy

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author note: whaaat two fics in one day? Yeah, I have a final due, so I'm procrastinating it 😅. It felt so wrong writing for this one, even as a Neville girl, but I can't lie, I've read a good amount of Neville smut.

Neville Longbottom x ravenclaw!fem!reader

word count: 670

warning(s): smut, cursing, exhibitionism kink if you squint, oral (male receiving), dry humping, illusion to unprotected sex, public sex (i think the common room is counted as public sex), mommy kink, sub neville

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I look up at the ceiling as I sit on the velvet blue couch. The stars above us slowly drifting to the left. My eyes drift down to my beautiful girlfriend that’s sitting on my lap, placing soft kisses all over my face while grinding her hips against my crotch.

I’m nervous about someone coming in, but the way her lips feel on my skin is making the fear slowly drift away.

She lifts her head and I whine at the loss of her lips.

“Neville?” she asks me shyly.

“Yes, Flower?”

“Can I try something?”

“Anything.” As long as I get to continue feeling your lips on mine.

She sinks down to her knees and spreads my legs. Once she’s in between them, her hand reaches for my zipper.

“Here, bun?” Anxiousness obvious in my tone.

“Yes, here. Come on baby. It’ll be fun. For me?” And she gives me that look that she knows I can’t refuse.

I sink into the couch and relax which she takes as a sign to continue unzipping my pants. I help her pull them past my butt but keep my underwear on.

Her hand palms my half hard dick. I let out a strained moan as to not alert every Ravenclaw behind the bookcase.

She stokes me through my briefs, and I grip the arm of the couch to keep myself grounded. The stars in the ceiling start to become blurry as I lose myself in the feeling.

I zone back in and feel her soft tongue lick the slit in my head, tasting the pre-cum that had started to leak. My hips involuntarily bucking up with the contact.

She takes her mouth off my now hard dick and looks up at me.

“I’m going to keep one hand on your thigh. Tap it three times if it gets too much, okay?”

“Yes ma’am.” I say almost breathless.

“Good boy.”

She puts me back in her mouth and slowly inches towards the base. I moan a little louder than last time as I use my hand to hold her hair back.

As soon as she takes me all the way to her throat the door opens.

“Neville? Is that you?” I hear Padma ask me.

My eyes widen, but y/n continues to bob her head, her throat clenching around the tip.

“Hey! Hey, Padma. Hey Cho. What’s up?” I ask as soon as I turn around, eternally grateful that they stayed by the door.

“I should be asking you that since you’re in our house.” Padma says while giggling with Cho.

“Oh, you know. Just really enjoy your guys’ common room.”

“I see. So, where’s your girlfriend?”

I’m about to respond when y/n takes one of my balls and starts to suck on it while pumping my shaft getting me closer to cumming. My grip on her makeshift ponytail tightens.

“She actually went looking for you guys. Something about needing to talk to you about something.”

“How weird. Do you know where she went?”

Fuuuuck I’m about to come. I look down at y/n and she has my dick back in her mouth and her hand strokes have picked up.

“Um um I think she went to the library or the courtyard. I can’t quite remember.”

“Oh, cool. Thanks! We’ll return her after when we find her.” Cho says.

“Great! Bye!” I say rushed.

Once I heard the doors close buck up my hips hard and let out a guttural moan as I cum down her throat. My eyes close when I see her remove her lips from my head and swallow. My breathing is heavy as I feel my dick throb for more.

“Was I a good boy for you?” I ask as I flutter my eyes open.

She sits back on my lap, but I notice her bare pussy graze the length of my dick.

“You were the best boy for me, baby. Wanna be better and fuck mommy?” She asks me as she spreads her arousal on my tip.

#neville longbottom x you #neville longbottom x reader #neville x you #neville x y/n #neville x reader #ravenclaw!reader #ravenclaw reader #harry potter smut #neville longbottom imagines #neville longbottom imagine #neville smut

[nevsdoll]

braids | professor longbottom

neville longbottom x fem!reader

warnings; NSFW +18 SMUT ! | PROFESSOR X STUDENT !!! | oral (male receiving), vulgar vocabulary (lmk if i missed any!)

a/n; sozzz y'all,, i was craving some professor longbottom (again ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ)

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his hands braiding your hair as you bobbed your head around him. he was moaning your name as if it was nothing. as if he wasn't your professor.

he pushed your head, leaving the braid undone, fitting his cock deeper back to your throat. you gagged on him and held yourself to his thighs.

you heard him whine and knew he was close. your professor threw his neck back and pulled your hair. soon after, your mouth was filled with his cum, some even dripping at the corner of your lips. you swallowed and took your panties off, sitting on top of him, ready to finally fit him inside of you.

"i couldn't even finish your braid, y/n, i'm sorry" he laughed, right before kissing you deeply, somehow full of love and completely ignoring the fact you still had his milk on your lips.

"i don't care about the braid, neville" you said while your bare pussy was already touching his tip, basically teasing yourself. you only cared about him fucking you.

#neville imagine #neville longbottom smut #neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom x y/n #harry potter fanfiction #neville longbottom x you

[ibbythebee]

Hospital Wing Hermits

gif credit: @handknit on wattpad

pairing: Neville Longbottom x year younger!reader

summary: From Neville's second year at Hogwarts to his last, his most memorable times with you have been spent in the hospital wing.

genre: fluffiness all round, slight angst at the end... but only a little, slow-burny

warnings: this fic is so soft that you will potentially combust, slight swearing, SO MUCH hand holding, the reader is an oblivious goofball until she's not, kissing, talks about illnesses and injuries, blood and boogers

words: 6k

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Neville's 2nd Year

Clutching onto Madame Pomfrey is nothing new to Neville. In the middle of the night, however, is a different story. The Nurse coos whenever the boy makes the slightest sound of pain, holding him up as not to put anymore pressure on his right foot.

"We're just about there, dear. Come on, just a few more steps..."

Leading him to the middle of the hospital wing's room, she then guides him onto an untouched bed, and immediately slides a pillow underneath his ankle. A spot of light on the opposite side of the room does not go unnoticed to either the woman or boy as soon as they had entered the room.

Neville rubs his eyes, squinting at the strange glowing mound of sheets. He watches as, with a sigh, Madame Pomfrey marches to the other preoccupied bed and pulls over the white covers to reveal you, a sheepish looking girl.

Under the light of your wand, your face looks puffy, lips and nose chapped, hair amuck. You cough into your elbow and smile a toothy innocent smile, batting your big eyes at the woman, silently pleading your innocence.

Pomfrey, however, does not play games. "Turn off that incessant light, Miss L/N. Do you realise what time it is?"

Your lips shape into a pout, voice stuffy as you answer. "But Madame Pomfrey, it's so boring here. I'm bored."

"No, you should be asleep. Turn that off right now. I don't want to have to send another owl to your mother about you refusing medical help."

"Just a few more minutes please? I'll finish the page I'm reading."

"Absolutely not. It's basic manners and respect for your fellow peer." She motions to Neville, and you finally turn to him.

Despite the fatigue in your features, your eyes seem to glow, piercing through the dark room. Perhaps it's just his lack of sleep or absence of light, but there is something drawing him to you and he fails to look away. Nothing comes out of his mouth even though he knows he's probably supposed to greet you, but neither do you.

A second longer you stare at your new roommate and in eventual defeat, you pout. The light from your wand fades, as you mumble 'nox' under your breath and get comfortable under the blankets.

Satisfied, Madame Pomfrey clears the rubbish bin underneath your bed and turns back to Neville handing him a small flask of some sort of healing potion.

"All right. Off to bed now both of you. Good night, dears."

You both mutter a 'goodnight', closing your eyes, gingerly pulling the covers up to your chins.

It stays mostly quiet in the room, apart from the Nurse's shuffling. Though as time passes, shoes click and click away, and then the door creaks shut.

"Psst!"

Neville stirs.

"Hey, psst!"

"Huh?" Is all Neville can manage, lifting his head with a groggy squint.

"What happened to you?" You ask in a loud whisper and sniffle. Sitting straight, and staring right at him. Your eyes really are big, inquisitive.

"Well I... twisted my ankle," he finally says.

"How?"

"I... I'd rather not say. It's embarrassing, really."

"I won't tell anyone," you say as-a-matter-of-factly. "You can hex me if I do."

He looks at you through narrow eyes again and this time it's your teeth that glow. As you show no interest in falling asleep, Neville's neck admits defeat and his head crashes back down onto the pillow. "Can we just please go to sleep?"

"I caught a cold... or maybe a fever. Runny nose—" you sniff, wiping your face with your pajama sleeve "—wet cough, high temperature. My mum says I have a weak immune system."

"Well, that's not very good, is it?" He comments half-heartedly to the ceiling.

"No, it isn't."

Silence. For a moment, he believes that you've finally surrendered yourself.

"So how'd you twist your ankle in the middle of the night?"

Never mind.

"You don't seem like a rule-breaker," you say.

He carefully shuffles up to sit and sighs. Where on earth did you get your energy from? He hadn't met such a talkative first year before.

Neville takes a moment to answer, debating on whether or not you're harmless enough for him to be vulnerable. "I had a nightmare, okay? I fell off my bed and... landed badly."

"Well, that's not very good, is it?" You echo.

"No, it isn't."

Silence once again ensues, but this time Neville's ready for your chatterbox mouth.

"What's your name? I'm..." You suddenly stop and he nearly laughs when your silhouette jerks and you sneeze. It's loud, like his Gran.

"Nice to meet you, Achoo." He chuckles, holding a hand over his mouth.

You sniff again, face hot in a new wave of humiliation, and this time you wipe your face with more aggression. "Hey, that's not funny! My name is — A-ACHHHOO!"

"Isn't that what I just said?" He can't help but laugh again. Relishing in the groan you emit and how furiously you blow your nose.

With a poke of your tongue, you retort. "Whatever, Mr... mm... Fall-out-of-bed...n-nightmare-broken-ankle-boy."

"Wow, that's really fantastic, Achoo." He slides back down into his bed, closing his eyes with content and tries to hold in his giggles as you continue with determination to clear up your mistake.

Initially, Neville thought he wouldn't even be able to get in a nap, but now with the understanding that you bark more than you bite, he creates a silly image of you in the form of a puppy. As your voice rings in the background, the puppy image barks with you, and he feels his eyes grow heavy, falling into a content and nightmare-less sleep.

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Neville’s 4th Year

Ever since sleeping the night in the hospital wing, Neville knew he'd be seeing more of you. It was surprising to him that he hadn't noticed you before that night, especially seeing as you were such a social butterfly. And despite being in the year below, he'd always manage to catch your eyes in the Great Hall. And in the courtyard. And in the halls. And through a classroom window. You were everywhere and anywhere. And when you weren't, you were in bed in the hospital wing.

Just like you are now. The fourteen-year-old hadn't seen you for the past few weeks after the first task of the Triwizard Tournament, and needless to say, he had to see you.

And such a perfect opportunity had arose today, albeit a painful one, but an opportunity none the less.

Neville opens the door to the wing as gently as possible as not to wake you, however knowing you, you probably already were.

Entering the room, he clutches his sore hand to his ribs and cranes his neck to spot the nurse. Instead he finds your lying form under a mountain of blankets.

You stir, and Neville curses at his shoes for making so much noise. Sure, his intention of coming here was to see you, but he’d seldom seen you in such a peaceful state and didn’t want to ruin that for you.

“Neville?” He hears you say and then you’re facing him.

He smiles down at you, with a voice just as soft as silk. "Hey, Achoo. Didn't mean to wake you. How you feeling?”

“I’m feeling alright. Kinda headache-y, but fine. Ugh, what time is it?” You rub your eyes and stretch as you sit up.

The messiness of your bed-hair is incredibly endearing and the curve in Neville’s lips only grow at the sight.

“It’s third period.”

“Then… what are you doing here? Are you hurt?”

You’re suddenly on your feet, eyes round and wide, taking in the scene of the tall boy. He flinches, attempting to hide his hand in his robe sleeve.

You snatch his hand, bringing it close to your face. It’s a burn. All over the back of his palm. "Bloody hell— Where's Madame Pomfrey?"

"I was about to ask you the same question." A small chuckle falls from his lips as you examine him. Somehow, in some miracle he watches your big eyes grow larger as you twist his hand, move his long fingers to get as much information about his wound.

He feels like he’s going crazy, your touch is a new kind of burn on his skin. It doesn’t sting, but it is hot. And you don’t even know you’re causing it.

"She's always gone when you actually need her,” you huff.

"It's not as bad as it looks, really. Just hurts a little when I move it."

"What about when I...?" You drift off, as you slide a delicate thumb over his beet-red knuckles.

The tips of his ears turn the same shade of red. "Stings."

With no further words, he lets you pull him to one corner of the hospital wing, searching for a particular ointment on the many shelves of medical supplies. You don't let go of his hand, and he doesn't dare pull away.

"Let me guess how it happened—" you say, grabbing a round jar of blue gel to read the label.

"Seamus." You both state and then share a laugh.

Placing the jar back, you continue your search and Neville fills the comfortable silence. "It's Potions class. For once I thought I was doing pretty decent and then next thing I know, Seamus' cauldron blows up next to me and of course I get the damage."

His hand is held up to your face again and he watches as you grab a new jar with a less solid looking gel, creamy in colour.

"I suppose it's a good way for me to get out of the rest of the class," he shrugs.

"And get away from Snape," you quip and earn a chuckle from him. There was a time in Neville’s third year, when you had come to learn about his amusing boggart. He’d snuck into the hospital wing, claiming he had a nasty headache and ended up staying the night, neither of you getting a wink of sleep. It had also been revealed that the thing you were most frightened of was giants.

“Sit down,” your motioning to the mattress behind him.

He does so without question, still attached to you by your pinkie, making himself comfortable on the edge of a neatly tucked bed. He follows your every action as you place the ointment jar beside his thigh and open the lid. You scoop a teaspoon amount with your fingers and lifted his burnt hand again.

Before the cream touches his burn, you begin to tell him about what illness you've caught today and he barely feels the sting of the medicine. There's no better spell or potion to kill pain than your voice, that much was evident even back when he first met you.

Concentration laces your features and unbeknownst to you, your hips hit the edge of the mattress, unaware to the fact that Neville's knees are on either side of you.

The sight of you between him for some reason makes it difficult for him to swallow. The urge to trap you with his legs increases by the second. "Hey, Y/N?"

You wipe off excess ointment on your pajama top and turn your attention to him. He rarely called you by your first name. Something's up.

"Yeah?"

"Well, the erm... You know in a week or so?"

"Mhm?"

There's a pause as he searches your eyes for confidence, then he finally announces. "Would you say you're a good dancer?"

Creases form between your brows and you pout at the question, really thinking it over. If there was anything else Neville had learnt about you was that you always answered his queries with great interest and thought. You never treat his questions as though they're dumb, and he’s come to adore you for that.

As you ponder, he slides his non-burnt hand under yours, idly fiddling with your delicate fingers; tracing around the length of them, lifting them up and dropping them one by one, and eventually laying his palm flat on top of yours. Were his hands always this big?

The tips of your fingers tap-tap against his, as you finally answer. "I suppose... I would like to think I am."

"Well... that's good to hear."

"What about you?"

"Oh me?" He finds your face and swallows thickly. "I've been practicing lately, so I can only hope I've improved."

A giggle breaks free from your lips and it’s music to his ears. "Practicing? Whatever for?"

"The Yule Ball, of course."

"The..." The creases near your brows form again. "I've completely forgotten about that."

He squeezes a finger of yours. "So, no one's asked you yet?"

You sneeze into your elbow and then for a second time, and your voice becomes stuffy to the amusement of Neville. "Asked me what?"

"Asked you to be their date, of course."

"Oh. No." Scoffing. "Being stuck in here means no social-life. And besides—" You spin around quick to grab a roll of bandage, and gingerly flatten it over his burn "—who's gonna want to dance with someone who sneezes every five minutes?"

"I would."

"That's what I thought — wait... you would?"

In an effort to look nonchalant, Neville shrugs, finding interest in a bird that's flying near the window. The tips of his ears poking out of his shaggy hair are giving you a different response, they're blushing.

You finish with his wound and step away from the bed, fingers feeling cold when you let go of him.

Upon inspection of your medical handiwork, he smiles gently. He hadn't felt a thing. "Thanks for this."

"I... I can't guarantee that I'll be completely healthy that day," you say.

"The Yule Ball?"

You nod in an almost embarrassed way, as you fiddle with the collar of your sleeping clothes.

Neville just shakes his head. "The suit my Gran got for me has a lot of pockets so I’ll carry all your tissues for you. Or anything else you might need, I'll keep them for you."

"That'sssss.... ACHHU!"

"Bless you. So what do you say? Would you... want to go with me? Maybe? I promise not to step on your feet."

"Miss L/N?! What on earth are you doing out of bed?!"

"MADAME POMFREY!" You both exclaim, faces and necks feeling hot.

"Come on, dear, why don't you ever follow simple orders?!"

Mumbles of pathetic protest fall from your lips as the woman drags you back to the other side of the room. You knock into Neville’s knee on the way and so he’s quick to follow behind you with his own incoherent babble about the burn on his hand.

You're settled under the blankets once again and watch as the nurse's eyes bulge at the sight of the tall boy's perfectly cared for palm. She inspects the bandage, inquires about the pain and what the cause was, all while Neville can't keep the flushed look off his face.

"She— well... Y/N helped me out. It doesn't hurt anymore, I'm fine now, Ma'am."

As the said woman keeps a hold of his hand, she turns to you with daggers. "What did you use? A potion? Spell, perhaps? Mr Longbottom could have severe side-effects if you're not careful."

"He won't," you grin toothily as you did back in your first year and point to the shelf in the right corner. "I used the ointment that you gave Theodore Nott not that long ago. Haha, Nott not."

Neville stifles a laugh, and isn't surprised when the nurse doesn't question you further. You might be the only student that can get away with arguing with Madame Pomfrey.

The nurse's face instead takes the form of an appreciative and impressed expression. It's only natural that with your ‘weak immune system’, you've gained as much medical knowledge as you have colds and flus.

"I'll admit, you've done a splendid job with Neville. However, you simply cannot use whatever you like, whenever you like, on whomever you like. Next time this happens you need to wait for me to return, alright? Is that understood?"

Taking a glance at Neville's sheepish state, you sigh and nod in response.

"And Neville dear, don't encourage this behaviour. Especially not from Miss L/N."

"Okay, Ma'am."

She gives the boy a goodbye and immediately turns to you, a full on lecture spilling from her mouth. He isn’t supposed to leave yet, not when he’s just finally had the courage to ask you out.

Neville finds your helpless gaze behind the woman’s shoulder, and sends you a sad sort of smile before turning on his heel to get to the door.

"I-I'll go with you!" You yell.

The tall boy pauses, heart flipping at your words.

"To the Yule Ball."

There’s no stopping the grin that forms, and he finally nods after a second, hair shaking with the action.

Your eyes speak to him as your own smile appears.

Meanwhile, the woman huffs and puffs, cleaning the area around your bed. "Not in this state, you won't."

»»————-　⌁　————-««

Neville's 5th Year

The last time Neville was in the hospital wing, he'd come to talk to you about his recent endeavours in Herbology and let slip that he's been secretly practicing defensive magic with a group of other students, being taught by none other than Harry himself. There was no doubt that you would also be trusted enough to join, however seeing as you were once again bed-ridden, it felt best to keep it a secret until you got better.

Now it wasn't a secret anymore, and each time he'd visit you'd ask him to put in a good word with Harry, with the group. Neville always said he would, but he never did, fearing that Professor Umbitch would eventually catch onto you and you'd have to pay the ultimate price.

Karma is an Umbitch, however, and now it looks as if the only answer to Neville's current predicament is to let you join Dumbledore's Army, despite all his worries and his efforts to stop you from doing that.

Today’s DA training has been cut short, due to the fact that the fifteen-year old is now incapacitated. Blood refusing to slow down from his nose.

Going to Madame Pomfrey would've required him to come up with a believable story as to what happened, so the next best thing was to send for you, someone who already knows about this secret group.

"Neville!" A Ravenclaw boy shouts, interrupting his thoughts. "Your Bogey Bug is here— ow!"

Someone smacks the kid, and then suddenly the Weasley twins are leading you into the Room of Requirement. You stand over him, adorning new pajamas he hadn't seen before.

"Hey Achoo," he weakly smiles. "Thanks for coming."

The DA gather around, as you crouch to his side and immediately take the cloth he's been holding to his nose. You make a face at him. “Oh Neville… what are we going to do with you?”

A fresh line of blood rolls down to his lip, so you let him leave the fabric there to sink it in.

"Keep your head steady, okay? Don't lean back, just let the blood flow for now."

"I think my nose might be broken?"

"Neville, I swear to..." your head spins sharply, and a few students flinch. "Who did this?"

"We were practicing stupefy," the familiar voice of Seamus answers and immediately your tense shoulders relax seeing his face emerge behind the twins. "I didn't mean to. I swear, Y/N."

"He really didn't mean to," Neville echoes.

You sneeze into your elbow and shake your head, palm making contact with your cheek. "See, this is why you should’ve told me about this secret army group thing so I could've joined and stopped something like this from happening.”

"I'm sorry."

You take Neville's hand again and lift the cloth, checking over the damage. There is damage, alright. You try not to make a show of wincing, fearing that the brown-haired boy would get anxious by your reaction, but his nose really does look quite out of sorts. Out of line. Broken.

He realises you haven't said a word in a while and smiles again, "you can fix, can't you, Achoo?"

"I told Neville I could treat him, but he kept refusing and insisted for your presence," Luna's soft voice interrupts as she crouches down beside you.

Someone amongst the crowd starts to coo and the tips of Neville's ears manage to turn beet red, more so when you turn your attention to him, expression unreadable.

Luna carries on, eyes focused on you. "He wouldn't let anyone touch him. Not until now, anyway."

"Okay!" A sudden clap startles even Luna, and you all turn to the perpetrator. Harry Potter's back is turned to your direction as he addresses the crowd, "I think we'll call it a day. Neville needs his strength and so do you."

The crowd murmurs, exchanging pouts and disappointed shrugs.

"Be proud of yourselves, you all did brilliantly today. Each and every one of you have improved. Next time we get to meet we'll continue with the Patronus Charm."

"What about Bogey Bug? How do we know she's not gonna rat us out?" A girl in Hufflepuff asks.

Neville sees you stand up, slapping a hand over your chest. "I swear on my life and the life of Neville—."

"Hey!"

"—that I will not snitch on this group or expose any of you. I promise to be loyal and keep my mouth shut about this."

Some faces don't seem convinced, as more murmurs and chatter erupt.

"She can be our nurse!" Neville exclaims, stealing everyone's attention. It's time to put in that good word for you. "We won't have to go to the hospital wing if Achoo— I mean, Y/N is here. She's really good at what she does. Plus, I accidentally told her about the army about a month ago and she hasn't told a soul since. I do..."

Your big eyes soften when he turns to you.

"...I trust her with my life."

"All right then," Harry claps once more. "All those in favour of Y/N becoming part of the army, raise your hand."

A few hands come up, whilst others whisper for a moment. One more, then four more, and then more hands raise faster than you can count them. You and the broken-nosed boy share grins, as you squeeze his free hand.

"That's it then. Y/N, welcome to Dumbledore's Army."

»»————-　⌁　————-««

Neville’s 6th year

Following the events of the previous year of school you and Neville had grown ever closer. Outside of the classroom you'd never be seen without the other. Inseparable. There'd even been a rumour going around that you were dating, but you always denied such claims and Neville could only comply. He hadn't yet told anyone about his feelings for you, although it seemed that those in his close circle were figuring it out on their own.

After having looked like a lost pygmy puff in the Great Hall, Luna found Neville and mentioned to him that you looked 'out of sorts' during class. He hadn't even asked about you. She just knew to tell him.

So, it’s only fitting for him to be by your side now, during lunch hour.

You’re shivering underneath all the sheets and blankets, and yet as Neville glides the back of his fingers across your forehead, you’re sweating as well.

“Hang in there Achoo, you’ll be fine in no time. The spell will take effect.”

You can only give so much as a nod, and groan when your lower abdomen tightens with a deep, stabbing ache.

“Shh,” Neville smooths his delicate fingers over your forehead again, tucking loose strands back to their place with the rest of your hair. “I'm here. Do you want me to distract you with anything?"

"Anything," you squeak, eyes shut tightly as if doing that would stop your cramps and make you fall asleep faster. "Please."

"Alright, erm..." He slides his tongue over his bottom lip and leans in closer to you, elbow pressing into the mattress. "I suppose I can tell you about a dream I had not long ago. You were in it."

"The Hippogriff one?" You tremble.

"No, this is a new one," he smiles when you meet his gaze, finding your fingers peeking through the sheets and taking them into his hands. "It's really stupid, as dreams usually go, but I really like it."

Your fingers are stretched out, as Neville begins to trace over your palm. First he draws a circle and you giggle a little at the feeling.

"This is me," he draws a triangle, "and this is you. It seems like any ordinary day, except you and I have the same classes. In the dream we're both popular. Everyone cheers for us when we get good marks, and even Professor Snape smiles at you."

"No way."

He laughs and traces a shape with lots of spikes. "Yes way. It really seems too good to be true, because there's even a moment where we successfully sneak out at night, we're just in our pajamas and we're watching the stars from the astronomy tower."

"I'm waiting for the 'but'."

"But — here comes the stupid part — you just start flying out of nowhere. One second you're next to me, the next you're just in the sky. I'm freaking out trying to reach for your hand, but you're just so calm about the fact that you mysteriously gained the ability to fly."

You're giggling again, especially as he slaps your palm a few times to emphasise the story. "Accurate reaction."

"And then it just ends with me being able to breath fire."

"What?" You laugh, brows pulling together in amusement. "I wonder what Professor Trelawney would say about that. What all of it might represent."

He draws a line on each of your fingers, slow and tickly. "If it's anything like I've been told before, it probably means bad luck."

"Well I was also in the dream with you, so we'll go through the bad luck together." To his surprise, you thread your fingers through his and squeeze. You're not trembling anymore, you haven't been for the past minute or so, and it doesn't feel like you're being stabbed over and over in the stomach.

"Think you can sleep now?" He asks, fingers hesitantly unravelling.

You nod, grinning at him, those eyes of yours finally shining as bright as they usually do.

"Want me to go get Madame Pomfrey?"

You shake your head. And then your arms are around his neck, head tucked in the space between your bicep and his jawline.

It feels like a millennium till he returns your gesture, arms securing around your waist and back, pulling you in tightly and desperately. The mix of the wing's clinical scent and the smell of baked desserts fills his nose. He could've sworn he'd smelt something like this during Potions class.

"Stay with me," you purr. "Please."

He knows he has class in ten minutes, he knows he can't skip, he knows he'll get in trouble.

So with your arms determined to remain wrapped around each other he bends over, moving till your head meets the pillow. He kicks off one of his school shoes. Then the other.

You feel his knees dip into the mattress beside your thighs, and then you have to part for a moment as he slips under the blankets, his head settling on the pillow right beside yours.

When he's comfortable, you take one of his hands and lower it until he brushes over your clothed belly.

Keeping the heat from entering his ears and cheeks is impossible, as his hand flattens over your stomach, shock evident in his features from your bold action.

"Could you keep it there?" You say, when you feel his uncertainty. "It'll help if the cramps come back." Your own hands smooth over his, trapping him there.

"I will." He swallows thickly. "Are you comfortable?"

You nod. "Are you?"

"Absolutely. Yes. I am."

A content breath passes your lips and you smile, all giddy like, at the ceiling. "Thank you for being here. For being with me always. For not making fun of me being sick all the time. Not calling me Bogey Bug. For... for just being you. For being my most favourite person ever."

"I could really say the same about you." Both your voices are barely above a whisper, seeing as your faces are so close together.

"Thanks Neville," you turn to him, and tap the back of his hand on your belly.

You stare at each other for a moment, and for some reason it doesn't feel wrong. It's not awkward.

Neville breaks the silence. "You... you know how everyone keeps saying that we're... you know going out?"

"Yeah."

Neville pauses for a second, you're staring so intensely, pupils large and beautiful. He tries to swallow past the lump in his throat and squeezes the material of your clothes. He can talk to you, he can ask you the question. He's battled against Bellatrix Lestrange before, he's been put in Gryffindor for a reason. He can ask you. "What do you say we make those rumours... not rumours anymore?"

The corners of your mouth twitch. "You-You mean... you mean like...?"

"Yes. Like that. Like... I want to spend the rest of my life with you, sort of way."

You don't say anything.

He continues, with a small bite of his lip. "Like... I'm completely mad for you and if I don't tell you now I don't think I'll ever get the chance to again."

"This... isn't a dream, is it?"

"Can I prove to you this isn't a dream?"

"Okay."

And it really feels like a dream, as his face leans in and you feels his lips press against the corner of your mouth.

"Did that help?" he whispers.

You twist around to lay on your side, guiding Neville's big hand up to your waist. "You missed, Neville."

"What?"

"You missed."

This time you both lean in, and this time Neville doesn't miss.

»»————-　⌁　————-««

Neville’s 7th year

The last Horcrux has been destroyed, Voldemort's killed, the Death Eaters have fled. New life has been brought to Hogwarts, sun pooling through the shattered windows of the Great Hall.

People sit on broken stools, torn and ashy blankets, chatter quiet and solemn. A few people manage to tell jokes and liven the mood, others cuddle, kiss, crying tears of relief. Nurses scamper around tending to the badly wounded.

Only...

As Neville limps his way through the hall he desperately scans over the crowds only to realise you're not here. You're not by Madame Pomfrey. You're not by Luna either. Neville finds Ginny's tired but hopeful figure and before he can tap her shoulder, she's already turned to him with a gentle smile.

She shakes her head before he even has a chance to speak. "I haven't seen Y/N. Not since... well not since she took care of Freddie. 'M sorry Neville."

"No," he shakes his head and gives the girl a gentle hug when her voice wavers and her bottom lip quivers. "No, I'm sorry."

"You helped kill Voldemort. That's hardly anything to be sorry for," she smiles again as they part, softly pushing at his shoulder to leave. To keep searching for you. "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye out for her."

Neville sends her a purposeful nod and turns to leave, the sword of Gryffindor still snug in his hand. At times he uses the weapon as a crutch, the pain in his everything starting to take a toll as previous rushes of adrenaline begin to fade. The only thing keeping him going is the thought of you. You and your sneezes, your messy hair, your often nasally voice, your big eyes and equally big grins. You.

He passes what looks to be remnant of the hospital wing's door, merely a pile of wood chips and metal beams now. He hears the distant tweet of a bird, the pitter-patter of loose rubble and someone's sneeze.

The sword clangs to the ground and he's sprinting. Neville rounds the corner of the entrance to the wing and he stops, breath heavy, vision blurry.

You're there, and you're already staring at him, your grin so large and your eyes even more so and you're holding onto something familiar.

"N-Neville?" your voice is soft and so stuffy and gorgeous.

"Achoo, good Godric." His sore legs carry him to your side, and you're running toward him, arms open. And then you jump and he completely forgets about how much pain he's in when he catches you.

You cling to his sweater, to his shoulders, to his neck, to his waist, squeezing him with every bit of strength you've got left.

He's grasping at your hoody, your waist, your hair, your skin, he's touching all of you, scared that if he'll let go you won't be there anymore.

"I love you so much," he says through a trembling voice.

You pull away slightly and return your feet to the ground, legs unwrapping from his hips. You crane your neck to kiss his jaw, and then you kiss his cheek and his other and then finally his lips. And it sets your heart on fire, full of adoration and care and relief. You don't ever want to stop feeling him here, his supple lips against yours, especially as his hands cup your jaw, reeling you in for more and more.

"I love you Neville," you cry when you finally have to pull away to catch your breaths. "Ever since I first met you. You and your twisted ankle."

He chuckles, tenderly wiping a tear from the apple of your cheek with his thumb. He scans over the room for a moment, as he feels your fingers come to dance over the dry trail of blood from his head wound.

"I don't think we're ever gonna leave this place," he says with a caress of your jaw.

Following his gaze, you giggle. Those beds you spent countless nights on, those countless concoctions and medical supplies you've had used on you, they're all here, scattered and battered around the room.

"That's why I came here instead of the Hall," you say, keeping one arm around your boyfriend's waist and unravelling the other to reveal an intact jar of creamy coloured ointment. "I'm so sorry, I must've scared you nuts."

"Scared me to death more like, but all I had to do was listen out for your sneezes. Turns out it isn't that hard to find you."

You poke your tongue out and he laughs. "That's so embarrassing. Always comes back to me being a Bogey Bug."

"Yeah," he smoothly pulls you in for an ardent kiss, "my Bogey Bug."

"You know what else I am?"

You're leaning against his arms that are wrapped around you and he watches as you take off the lid of the jar. Just like his fourth year, you use your fingers to scoop up a teaspoon of the cream.

"What? What else are you?"

You step out and take one of his hands, letting his palm sit over the top of yours. And then the cream is applied over the burns on the back of his hands. In spite of these burns looking way worse than his wound from Potions class back in his fourth year, the pain is still barely felt once the ointment's smoothed over. What's also killing the sting is looking at your breathtaking eyes. He's lost in them, distracted completely.

"I'm also your nurse," you finally say, wiping the excess over your hoody.

Neville's mouth curls into a smirk, snaking his arms around you again and pressing your bodies tightly together. "Well, nurse. My lips are feeling kind of sore, do you think you can fix them?"

You hum, eyes twinkling with mischief as your hands link behind his neck.

His gaze dips to your mouth, trying to fight the heat flowing to his cheeks and ears. There will never be a time when you won't make him nervous and giddy.

You mirror his action, eyes taking their time stare at his lips. "You know what, darling? I think I've got just the thing for you."

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