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ginevrapng · 7 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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luv-loo · 4 months

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Christmas with Neville Longbottom

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Neville Longbottom x GN!Reader

Headcanon/Drabble: The first time with your new boyfriend during the festive season

Warnings: These drabbles/headcanons are directed towards a teen audience, as this takes place during Hogwarts schooling. You can read it as a backstory as sorts, but keep in mind the reader and Neville are minors. Neville’s parents and backstory is part of this headcanon, so be weary when reading.

Notes/Anything Else: Neville’s my favourite and a major comfort of mine. With Christmas coming I was thinking about this little thing hehe, hope you enjoy ! I haven’t done a format like this before… is it a drabble ? Idk…

Christmas times always been a iffy topic to Neville.

You noticed it when the Christmas holidays were coming closer, whenever someone would ask what each other plans were during the time. The teen would slug down a bit in his spot and have a dejected face for the conversation. You didn’t pry… to much.

When you two started dating your 5th year, you really took notice of it.

You found him in the common room, looking on the brink of tears, curled next to the fire place.

It broke your heart. “Why is my love so sad?”

You sat on the floor in front of the chair he was curled in. You asked what was wrong.

The common room was empty as everyone was packing to leave for the holiday, but you still whispered.

Neville didn’t say anything for a solid 10 minutes. All that was heard was the crackle and pops of the fire place.

“… my nan likes to have Christmas with my mum and dad.”

You turned to face him, his chubby cheeks had tears slowly rolling down. Your heart was breaking even more.

Neville didn’t live with his parents, you knew that, but he never talked about what had happened with them or even if they were alive.

“Nan says they’ll know who I am when I’m there.” Sniffles were coming in clumps now.

You sat up immediately and placed yourself on the arm rest next to him, taking hold of his hand and squeezing tight, a gesture you know will calm him down. “What do you mean by that? Love, you can tell me anything.”

Sobbing was echoed through out the room, you squeeze his hand impossibly harder. He explains St Margo’s, and how they’ve lost themselves. (You could tell he was holding back, but you wouldn’t dare push him any further, with all he’s said already)

A great pain of sadness deep in your chest gathered. By that point forward, you made sure your boyfriends Christmas were special.

You brought your own Christmas decor from home and set them up in the green house (with permission). A small Christmas tree with red & gold ornaments, with present, sweets and all Neville favourite plants surrounding it.

The first time your brought him to your little set up, you bouncing on the heels of your feet while you told him he can open his eyes now.

First, shock, then disbelief and lastly utter gratefulness crossed his face when tears started coming down.

You embraced him in the tightest hug, wiped his tears away and kissed his cheek.

Carefully taking him by the hand, you lead him to a little picnic blanket laid out with sweets of all sorts that you brought last time in Hogsmeade.

“I don’t deserve you at all.” He whispered, wiping his, now, puffy red eyes. You stop, turned to him, and cuffed his cheeks.

“Don’t tell me you don’t deserve anything, especially me, because that means you deserve everything.”

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chubbygirlfics · 2 years

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I love you | Neville longbottom

Warnings. Plus size reader! Neville being nervous as always

Summary. Neville and reader sharing their first kiss

Your friendship with neville was something you would always cherish, he was so sweet to you and everybody he didn’t have one bad bone in his body, you could always count on him and he could always count on you.

Neville was working on some task professor moody put him up to, you sat down beside him ‘hey nev’ you said running your hand through his hair

He smiled and looked up ‘hey y/n, uhm can you help me find this potion?’ He says and holds up a name and picture out of the potions book

‘Yeah of course’ you say standing up and heading towards the potions closet ‘so I guess we look for a weird shaped glass’ he says while he looks through the shelves

You guys looked for a good 30 minutes with no luck of finding the potion, you were both about to leave the closet when neville backed up and fell over a box.. which led to him falling on you

‘I’m so sorry y/n, I-i didn’t mean to’ he says with his hands beside your head trying to making sure that your okay

You nervously laugh ‘it’s okay neville I’m alright’ you say with a faint blush on your cheeks as you look into his eyes

It was a unfamiliar feeling that you had looking at him especially that close it was almost like you wanted him to be this close to you and you liked it

You mean you did but you never actually thought you did, you’d alway been fond of neville he had been so amazing to you

But even if you did like him would he like you?

You weren’t like most girls at the school.. you were bigger than them, it never really bothered you because you know your just as beautiful as them but would he think that?

‘Good..,good’ he’s says and once he realizes he position you guys are in he quickly gets up ‘uhm sorry let me help you up’ he says holding out his hand, you quickly deny and get up yourself

Oh only if you knew, he thinks you are smart, sweet and your eyes are enchanting and the way you look into his eyes makes him fall for you more everyday

‘Okay well maybe we can check somewhere else?’ you say pointing out the door not thinking about the fall

He grabs your hand before you walk out the door ‘can we talk?’ He says nervously

You give him a concerned look ‘yes of course, what’s up?’ He’s looks down for moment but regains his confidence ‘well I uhm have been meaning to… tell you that I f-fancy you’

When you make a shocked face he immediately starts apologizing ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry i shouldn’t have said anything i-’ you cut him off

‘Neville there is nothing to be sorry about… I understand because I-i love you ’ he looked so happy to hear that, he has a boost of confidence and pulled you in for a kiss

It was soft and sweet, you loved the way his lips felt against yours, he pulled away ‘bloody hell that was amazing’ he said, his hands we’re still on you waist,..From now on you’d always help neville if he needed to find a potion.

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meganlpie · 2 years

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My Daughter

Based on this request: Hi Meg, could I request an oneshot/imagine where Neville Longbottom holds his newborn daughter for the first time, after his wife (the reader) gives birth, and he goes all soft, please? Thank you so much!!

Here you are, lovely! I do not own Neville.

Warnings: FLUFF!!!!!!!! It's a little short.

Pairings: Neville Longbottom x fem!reader

Neville stared in awe at the little bundle in his arms. Growing up, he never thought he'd have this. He had been an awkward and chubby kid and a horribly inept wizard. But you had always looked passed that. After the Second Wizard War, Neville had been labeled a hero and that was when the attention of both young men and young women started coming. You waited on the outskirts of that, but you still waited. You were there. So it came of no surprise to Neville's friends when the two of you got married.

After that, Neville's confidence had grown leaps and bounds. He embraced his passion for Herbology and took over for Professor Sprout when she retired. He had a good job, a beautiful wife, and now a lovely little daughter. "She's beautiful, love," Neville whispered to you, finally tearing his eyes away from the baby girl. You smiled tiredly at him. "Just like her father then. I think I'll get some sleep now. Wake me when she's hungry?" Neville nodded and your eyes closed softly.

Neville sat down in the chair near your bed. There was a part of him that wanted to go down to the ward where his parents were. They still didn't remember him most of the time, but he thought they should at least meet their grandchild. But perhaps that wasn't the best idea. At least his Gran would get to meet her after a while.

Once more, Neville looked at the baby's face and smiled. She hadn't opened her eyes yet but Neville hoped that she would have his eyes simply because if she had yours, Neville knew he'd give that little baby anything she wanted at every opportunity (like she didn't already have him wrapped around her finger, just like you did). Neville never thought he could love someone he just met so much. But he was also nervous. He didn't have much experience with babies. What if she hated him? What if he wasn't good at being a father?

Those worries plagued his mind until the baby girl began fussing. She'd just eaten right before you fell asleep, so he knew that wasn't it. Nappy was clean as well. Puzzled, Neville began rocking softly. The baby calmed a bit, but made noises that weren't exactly happy. Not that Neville could tell yet. Without even thinking Neville began to sing a lullaby his Gran had been teaching him.

He sang softly and watched as the child calmed and drifted off to sleep herself. He grinned, but continued on. He didn't realize that his voice had woken you up and you were listening intently. Neville didn't stop until he suddenly looked up to find you staring. He nearly jumped. A warm blush painted his cheeks. "How long have you been awake?"

"Enough to hear that you've been holding out on me, Neville Longbottom. I had no idea you could sing." His blush deepened and he shook his head before looking down once more. "She's so perfect. So precious," he whispered and you laughed tiredly. "She is. We did good, Nev. And you, love, are already a wonderful father."

It was like you'd read his mind. Granted, it was always like that, but now it meant so much more. "You think so?" You sat up slowly, wincing a bit at the pain you were feeling. "Neville, you were by my side the entire pregnancy, which I protested numerous times. You made sure we have everything we need. You protect us and you love us. You listen to me when I have problems, even if they make you uncomfortable, something that will serve you well when she's a teenager. That little girl is the luckiest child on the planet because she has you for a father."

Careful not to jostle the baby too much, Neville leaned over and placed a kiss to your lips. "I love you," you whispered. "I love you too. Get a little more rest." As your eyes closed, Neville glanced down at the girl. "And I love you, my sweet daughter." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the baby's eyes began to open for the first time. When her eyes met his, Neville knew he found the only other person he would love for the rest of his life.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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garfinkelstingle · 3 years

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i’ll always mean it | draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader (slytherin)

warnings: none. this is nothing but teeth-rotting fluff :)

word count: 2.7k

summary: draco and reader have always known that the only people they belonged with were each other

a/n: had this idea for ages and finally put it down! not gonna lie i actually really like this :) although it did just call me alone in 27 different languages lmao

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Nobody understood why and how the two of them were together. Sure, they had known each other for longer than anyone else had at school. And yes, maybe they had been the closest of friends for all of their lives. But no two people were more different from each other than Draco Malfoy and Y/N Y/L/N.

Their parents had been friends long before either of the two kids had even been planned, both pairs attending Hogwarts around the same time and being pureblood Slytherins. It made sense for them to keep in touch far past their days at school and to, eventually, make sure that their children would be close as well.

The first time they met each other was when they were both still in diapers, barely able to sit up straight let alone walk. But even back then, a connection had been formed when they lay together in Draco’s crib at Malfoy Manor, their chubby little pinkies intertwined. Their mothers cooed that day, dreaming about a beautiful wedding a good few years down the road, with their beautiful babies standing together at an altar and vowing to love each other for all of eternity. It was nothing but wishful thinking, or so they thought. Not even they could imagine that their children’s lives would end up being intertwined for as long as they both lived.

Even before they had attended Hogwarts they had been each others best friends, spending weeks on end during the summer playing games and reading books, being the carefree children they were allowed to be until school started. So, really, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to anyone when their bond only intensified once they were locked up in the closest proximity possible for months at a time.

People still wondered, though. Especially their peers. How was it possible that someone as compassionate and caring, as sweet and kind as Y/N considered someone as obnoxious and rude, as snotty and tactless as Draco her best friend? And how was it possible that someone who ruled the school by making everyone at school afraid of him considered someone who made sure that no one felt out of place and unloved the person closest to him in the whole wide world?

It didn’t make any sense, not even to the teachers. All of them had a soft spot for Y/N, even Snape who wouldn’t be caught dead admitting it, whereas when it came to Draco, they had to bite their lips so as to not let something highly unprofessional slip their mouths.

The two kids didn’t care though. Sure there were days when she would snap at him for making fun of a poor Hufflepuff first year simply because he was wearing glasses, and maybe sometimes he would hiss at her through gritted teeth that she really ought to keep her distance from imbeciles like Neville Longbottom, considering that she had a reputation to uphold.

Like in most senses, they were different in that one, too. While Draco cared about his reputation in an almost obsessive way, Y/N knew that it didn’t matter. This was school, and school was meant for learning and making friends, not showing everyone how much better you were than them. She didn’t blame him for it, though, knowing that while the Malfoy’s were nothing but lovely to her, the tone with which they spoke to Draco (especially his father) was not even close to being the same. Of course she thought that he could be kinder to people, or at least not treat them as bloody horrible as he tended to, but she made sure to make up for any harsh word said by him with a warm smile and even a hug, if necessary.

She had always known with an intense certainty that she would one day marry Draco, even far before she loved him. Not because it was expected of her (even though she couldn’t deny the fact that in a way, it most probably was), but because a part of her had always known that she belonged with him the way she could never imagine belonging with anyone else. So she learned to accept that the boy he was when it was just them was nothing like the boy she saw around their crowd of friends, and yet she had also learned to understand how at the end of the day, they were still the exact same person. She kept an eye out for that familiar crinkle in his eyes that he always got when he smiled at her, or the way the right corner of his mouth would always quirk up first when he was about to burst out laughing, in moments when it wasn’t just them but rather people he didn’t even feel nearly as comfortable around as her. They were little things, but they belonged to him and they made her fall for him that much harder.

It was in third year that their relationship changed from pure friendship to something more. They weren’t quite in love, not yet at least, still a little bit too young to understand what it actually was that they were feeling, but they were getting there, slowly and steadily. The two of them were out on the Astronomy Tower, their favourite place to sneak off to and talk about whatever was on their mind without the fear of being interrupted. Even now Draco couldn’t possibly tell what it was that drew him to kiss her that night, wether it was the way the moon lit up her face in a light that made her look that much more beautiful, or if it was the way her laugh filled the little cracks in his heart that were starting to form from the never-ending pressure from home like sweet honey. Or maybe he was just tired and exhausted and she was there, beautiful and happy, the brightest star in the galaxy, his, all his. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter, because next thing he knew his lips were on hers and her tiny hands were wrapping around his neck and they were kissing and it was sloppy and awful but good lord this must have been the most perfect and most magical first kiss anyone has ever had.

For a split second after they pulled apart he was scared. Scared she would turn around and leave, scared she would push him away and yell at him and ask him what the hell he was thinking, scared she would look at him with those beautiful y/e/c eyes and tell him that she just didn’t feel like that about him. But she did none of those things, instead smiling that beautiful smile of hers and pulling him in for another kiss, a kiss that ignited sparks in Draco and would soon become his favourite thing in the whole wide world, right after her.

It continued like that for awhile, with the two of them stealing kisses when no one was looking and exploring each other in ways they never dared to before. Neither of them were ready to consider the other as more than a friend, not yet at least, even though they both knew they had crossed a line they could not turn back from. They weren’t scared, not in the least, but they enjoyed getting to know each other in this more intimate and completely different way without having anyone’s expectations and opinions looming over them. Because once people found out, all hell broke loose.

They had managed to keep their relationship (or whatever one might call it) secret for the remainder of their third year, almost getting caught by none other than Harry Potter once, but managing to hide in a cupboard in the last second, heavy breaths turning into suppressed giggles in only a matter of seconds. But with half the summer spent at Malfoy Manor, and the second half spent at her family’s estate, they had agreed that they would officially start the new year at Hogwarts as boyfriend and girlfriend.

At first, people didn’t necessarily notice. Sure, Draco kept on referring to Y/N as love, but he did that before, too. And they were definitely close, closer even than the year prior, but then again, they always did touch a lot for friends, even more than most couples did. It wasn’t until they were caught making-out in the hallways between classes by a group of Ravenclaws that people understood that what they thought to be normal behaviour for the two friends was anything but.

Pansy Parkinson had been the first to speak out on it. She had never been a big fan of Y/N’s, always making sure to let her now just how little she agreed with the way she treated others, acting as if they were all equal when they so obviously weren’t. It also wasn’t exactly a secret that she had been trying to get with Draco since basically their first year.

When she barrelled at them, asking him what the hell he was thinking, going out with someone like her, a disappointment to the Slytherin house and an atrocious blood traitor, he had threatened to hex her into next week if she ever dared to speak to his girlfriend like that again. No one else had the guts to say anything other than “You guys are adorable together!” after that.

With the Triwizard Tournament and Yule Ball coming up, the school was filled with not only Hogwarts’ students, but also those of Durmstrang and Beauxbaton, giving Draco every reason possible to be jealous because if there was one thing the Durmstrang boys weren’t, it was considerate of the fact that Y/N was, in fact, taken. She, however, didn’t really care. By that time she had already known that she loved Draco and was more convinced than ever that he was it for her, meaning that she truly did not pay any mind to either the numerous boys trying to undress her with looks alone, nor the endless number of girls trying to show her boyfriend how much better he could do. What was the point in being jealous when you knew that you already belonged to someone, the exact same way they belonged to you? She knew that no boy could ever replace Draco, not in this lifetime or the next, and was bold enough to think that no girl could ever replace her, either. She was, of course, absolutely right in this. That didn’t stop Draco from being insecure though. She didn’t notice at first, knowing that he had his moments where he would be impossible to be around due to his constant need to push others down in order to make himself feel a little bit better. It wasn’t until he snapped at her that if he truly was as horrible as she said, maybe she should just go ahead and be with someone more to her liking, that she understood what this was about.

“I don’t want to be with anyone else” she had told him, “and I don’t want you to be anyone else but yourself, either.” And somehow that was enough to melt the ice around Draco’s heart and look at her with the softest expression she had ever seen. He thinks that that was the moment he knew for sure. He had suspected it for some time now, knowing that he had always loved her but never like this, not until recently, but that was when he was sure that he loved her the way he had always imagined his parents loving each other, before he understood that his father just simply wasn’t capable of love. It was the way he supposed Harry Potter’s parents must’ve loved each other, even though he would never admit it. It was, simply put, the way he had always wanted to be loved, the way he imagined two people who referred to each other as their one true love loved each other.

Approximately seventeen guys (from both Hogwarts and Durmstrang) had asked Y/N to the Yule Ball, and about twice as many girls had wished Draco would ask them, but in the end the two of them (as expected by literally everyone) went together. She had picked out a beautiful emerald green dress made of the richest silk she could find, with an intricate design etched into the corset, rounded up with a simple lace-up back. It wasn’t the most exciting dress of the evening, but to Draco she was still without a doubt the most stunning girl that night. Like always, he only had eyes for her.

They had spent the entire ball dancing and laughing, with neither of them complaining about their feet hurting, considering they were used to events like this, both of their families making a show of hosting at least two a year.

It wasn’t until the very last song that they had grown quiet, lightly swaying to the soft music, feeling blissful in each others company.

“You remember that song?” she had whispered into the barely existing space between them, his hands wrapped tightly around her waist whilst hers were intertwined behind his neck, their foreheads touching each other.

Draco hummed in response. “Of course. How could I forget? That was the first song we ever slow danced to, wasn’t it?”

She would never forget that first dance. It had been the first time that her parents allowed her to tag along to one of the numerous galas they attended throughout the year, knowing that with Draco there, she wouldn’t bother either of them too much. She had been wearing a poofy dress, similar in colour to the one she was sporting today, her eyes glowing in admiration of all the beautiful women in their expensive looking dresses, wishing she could be one of them. It hadn’t been as fun as she expected though, with both her and Draco’s parents chiding them and making sure they behaved themselves. That was until he had asked her to dance. They weren’t as good at it as they were now, both of them constantly stepping on each others toes and laughing at the concentrated look on the others face, but they were both happy that day and she cherished that memory the same way she did every memory that included Draco.

“You told me I would have to improve my dancing skills because you didn’t want me stepping on your toes when we danced at our wedding.” She remembered that, too. How she had imagined that the two of them weren’t nine, but much, much older, dancing at their wedding instead of the Malfoy’s summer gala. She had told him, too, how she knew they were meant to get married. It had frightened him back then, she thinks, or at least he didn’t take her seriously. She hoped that changed.

“I always thought you were kidding” he continued “but you weren’t, were you? You really meant it.” And maybe if Y/N wasn’t Y/N and Draco wasn’t Draco, she’d get scared, thinking that maybe he thought she was crazy for thinking that, that it was absolute madness to think that they’d ever get married, but she knew, the same way she had always known when it came to him, that he felt the same way. That he, too, couldn’t even begin to imagine a life that didn’t have her in it as his and no one else’s.

Kissing him softly, she whispered a quiet “I’ll always mean it.”, nuzzling his nose with her own.

Smiling at each other like the love-drunk kids that they were, they danced far past the end of the song, staying on the dance-floor after most of their peers had already called it a night, only breaking apart once Professor McGonagall told them that it was time to go to bed.

They knew that day, the way they had probably always known, that someday soon they’d be dancing to this very song again, but this time it wouldn’t be at one of their parents events or at school. This time it would on the night they officially proclaimed each other as husband and wife, even though there has never been a day when they haven’t already been each others.

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orbitariums · 3 years

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home for the holidays | neville longbottom + black reader

hey guysss!! here’s a brand new imagine, this request was sent in so long ago but i just got down to writing and finishing it. i hope u love.

request: can you do a neville x black hufflepuff reader where the reader comforts him about his parents while they're still friends and kisses his cheek.

word count: 839

home for the holidays | neville longbottom + black! hufflepuff reader

You departed from your group of friends, ready to head up to the Hufflepuff dormitories to get ready to pack all your stuff for the holiday break. Hogwarts was growing emptier and emptier by the day, as students finished exams and made their ways home. You were happy to be going back as always, to your loving family, all graduates from Hogwarts and from the Hufflepuff house. Hufflepuff honestly ran in your bloodline, and with how sweet and loving your family was, that much was clear.

But just as you were about to round the corner up the stairs, you heard a sniffling noise coming from the bottom of the steps. Furrowing your brows, you got closer, your black pumps tapping against the castle floors. You could make out a very mousy figure sitting on the stairs, head in hands, a mess of black tufts of hair springing this way and that, and immediately you knew it was your dear friend Neville.

You frowned when you saw him, because you knew exactly why he was crying. While most other students were ecstatic to get away from Hogwarts for a few weeks and take a much-needed break from the hustle and bustle of the school, most everyone knew Neville was not part of that fortunate crowd. During the weeks drawing closer to the holidays, Neville could be seen staring gloomily out the window during a class, or trapping himself inside the greenhouse to be alone with his plants, his only vice. Because during the holiday season, Neville had to visit his parents, and the reunions were never joyful.

You sighed sadly as you settled down on the stairs next to Neville, placing an arm gently on his knee so he became aware of your presence. He glanced up from his knees, turning his head to look at you with a grim look on his face.

“Oh,” he sniffled, hurriedly wiping his eyes. “H-hi, YN.”

“Don’t fret,” you smiled warmly, reaching in your jacket and offering him a fresh handkerchief, one your mother had made, yellow with daisy designs sewn into it.

You saw him crack a smile when he saw the quirky designs, and that made you smile even wider, glad to see he was feeling just a bit better. He wiped his eyes and handed you the handkerchief, still sniffling as he thanked you in a meek voice,

“Thank you, YN, here you go.”

“You keep it,” you said kindly, squeezing his knee in an attempt to reassure him.

“Are you sure?”

“You need it more than I do,” you chuckled lightly, nudging him so he knew you were only teasing.

He laughed, but only for a moment, and then you saw the troubled look reappear on his chubby face.

“How’s it feel?” he asked offhandedly, and you cocked your head with a brow raised in confusion. He continued, although his big brown eyes never met yours, they only stared down at the marble floor. “To come home and be with your family? Really be with them. Have them… remember you, spend quality time with you.”

You frowned, your brows meeting in the middle, and shifted slightly,

“Neville…”

“I know, I’m sorry,” he gulped. “I-I try not to bother other people with my problems, but… eh, it’s silly.”

“No it’s not,” you said softly, trying to catch his eye. When you finally did, you continued, taking your bottom lip into your mouth as you tried to choose your words carefully. “It- it’s nice… being around my family. We all love each other, and that’s what matters. And… I know your situation is much different, but… but your parents love you too, Neville. And they want what’s best for you, and every second you have together is so precious.”

Neville sniffled, dabbing at his eyes with the handkerchief again,

“You’re right. I shouldn’t be so mopey about it.”

“There’s no right or wrong way to feel about it, Neville. You’ve just got to let it out, even if it means being sad for a few days. Better than bottling it all up, isn’t it?”

He nodded, this time more reassured,

“Yeah. Yeah, it is better. And so is this… ta-talking to you. You make me feel better, YN. Most people don’t really care.”

“Well, I care,” you smiled, gazing into his eyes.

You gulped, both of your eyes searching each other’s, and then you came back to, your heart pacing just a bit faster. You reached in quickly and kissed his cheek, just softly and briefly enough that it could be considered a friendly kiss, even if you would become much more than friends in the meantime. You cleared your throat afterwards, Neville staring at you in a sort of happy shock.

“Happy Christmas, Neville,” you rushed out, standing up.

“Happy Christmas,” he replied with a smile, his cheeks red and his face flustered.

“And… if you ever do want to meet my family and see us over the holiday, my home’s always open,” you said, beaming down at him.

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cocos-cocoapuffsarenotforsale · 3 years

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His Little Witch~~Part 9

MASTERLIST

Part 8

Main Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

Background Pairings: Harry Potter x Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley x Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood x Neville Longbottom, James Potter x Lily Potter, Draco Malfoy x Pansy Parkinson

Tags: Swearing, Controlling!Tom Riddle, Controlling Relationship, Canon-Typical Violence, Possessive Tom Riddle, Soulmates, AU, CANON DIVERGENCE, Minister of Magic Tom Riddle, Out of Character Tom Riddle, nice Tom Riddle, Dumbledore and Tom get along, sane Tom Riddle

Taglist: @chewymoustachio, @peachsnyder138, @marvelous-glims, @ingeniouscollectionthing, @thedarkshiningknight

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“Little Witch! Are you ready yet?” Tom calls from his study.

“In a minute babe!” You call back, peeking your head out of your bedroom.

“Love, we need to get going, it’s the first task of the Triwizard Tournament. The Minister of Magic cannot be late.” He repeats for what had to be the tenth time that morning as he walks back into your bedroom, where you’re finishing getting ready.

“Tommy relax. They aren’t going to start without you. And anyway it’s not even 10:30 yet, the task doesn’t start until noon.” You remind him gently. He was already stressed out about baby Grindelwald and it was the morning of the first task of a tournament that hadn’t been held in 20 years.

But to be honest you think that he is more worried about you being out in public with Grindelwald on the loose. You hadn’t left the house in a week and you were going stir crazy. You had to beg Tom to let you go with to the first task and he finally relented after your incessant teasing last night.

“You’re right, sorry, I’m just nervous.” He apologizes, pacing back and forth in front of the bed, running his hands down his face.

“It’s all going to be fine babe,” you say softly standing up and stepping in front of him, taking his hands in yours.

“You don’t know that. A million things could go wrong a student could be injured, Grindelwald could show up, you could be hurt-“ he started rambling.

“Babe, it’s going to be ok. Just breathe,” you try to soothe him but you know it’s hopeless. No matter what you say or do he will still be a bundle of nerves.

“You’re right love, of course, you’re right,” he says after taking a deep breath, he forces a small smile trying to ease your concern for him. But you know it’s fake, Tom is still panicking no matter how much he tries to hide it from you.

“Hey, I love you, Riddle,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He reciprocates, finally letting his shields down a little.

“I love you too my Little Witch,” he replies after you break apart. “Are you ready yet?” He asks, causing you to chuckle.

“Yes my love, we can go now, though we are going to be incredibly early.” You tease taking his hand in yours as the two of you walk to his study.

“Better to be early than late. I am the Minister of Magic, after all, I do have a reputation to uphold,” he says as the two of you step into the fireplace together and Tom grabs a handful of Floo powder before shouting, “Dumbledore’s office!”

The fire flares up around you and sucks the two of you in before quickly depositing you in Dumbledore’s fireplace. The headmaster glances up from his position behind the desk, and a small smile creeping upon his face.

“Ahhh, Tom, Ms. Y/l/n, lovely to see the two of you again. Excited for the first task?” Dumbledore asks as the two of you step out of the fireplace and dust off your robes.

“Very! I am so excited to see Harry compete today! Though not as much as James and Sirius I’m sure.” You reply, your smile stretching from ear to ear. There was a small part of you that was worried about Harry’s safety but you knew that with Tom, Sirius, James, and Dumbledore there he wasn’t in any real danger.

“Yes, I’m sure James and Sirius are thrilled about Harry competing. And you Tom? Are you excited?” Dumbledore asks carefully, his eyes twinkling with concern.

“Oh yes, I’m so thrilled that we are hosting a deadly tournament with barely legal wizards competing in. It’s not like this isn’t an international incident waiting to happen or anything,” he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Don’t mind him, Professor. He’s just a worrier, deep down I’m sure he’s excited.” You cut in, shooting Tom a look that says behave.

“I completely understand Ms. Y/l/n, Tom has always been one to worry. Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman shall be arriving shortly and then we can discuss final details about the tournament and the tasks.” Dumbledore says and you take that as your cue to leave. But of course, Tom refuses to relinquish his hold on you. His arm stays firmly in place around your shoulders and he shoots you a confused look.

“Where do you think you’re going Little Witch?” He asks, worry clouding his features.

“I was going to give you all some privacy to discuss tournament matters and find my friends. I wanted to wish Harry good luck.” You explained, patiently. You should have known he would question you. Tom was ridiculously overprotective and he hated not having you by his side.

“Alright, but I want James and Sirius to escort you. Albus, could you send them a message?” He asks, still keeping you tucked into his side.

“Of course Tom,” Dumbledore replied indulgently. He quickly summons his patronus and asks it to find James and Sirius and tell them to come to his office. While the three of you are waiting Dumbledore makes up some phony excuse about needing to check up on Fawkes, in order to give you and Tom some privacy. Dumbledore quickly shuffles off into his private chambers, just off of his office, as soon as the door closes Tom crushes you against him in a bone-crushing hug.

“Tom, it’s only for a little while, I’ll see you at the task.” You try to reassure him, though you know it’s pointless.

“I know love, but with Grindelwald out there I’m on high alert. This is the perfect opportunity for him to attack and I can’t have you caught in the crossfire. Promise me you will stay with James and Sirius until I come and collect you for the tournament?”

“Ohh, I get to sit with the Minister of Magic?” You tease and he just glares at you waiting for you to answer his question.

“Of course love,” you promise knowing there is no point in arguing. Especially considering all the begging you had to do to even be allowed to come today.

“Thank you Little Witch,” he replies before capturing your mouth in a hard, possessive kiss. Only a few moments later however you are interrupted by a knock on the door that causes the two of you to pull apart. Sirius and James walk in with big smirks on their faces, Merlin will those two ever grow up?

“Hope we weren’t interrupting anything,” Sirius teases with a giant smirk on his face.

“Sod off Black,” Tom growls in response.

“Touchy, touchy,” James tutts.

“Do you two want to be unemployed?” Tom hisses, his face turning slightly pink at their teasing.

“Let’s go guys before you get yourselves fired.” You say, giving Tom’s hand a quick squeeze before heading for the door.

“You two keep her safe,” Tom commands as the three of you walk towards the door.

“Yes Minister,” they both reply, any tone of teasing gone from their voices.

The three of you walk down in relative silence, feeling slightly awkward due to the lack of conversation you ask the one question that’s been on your mind all morning.

“How’s Lily doing?”

“She’s ready to lock Harry in a tower and throw away the key,” James replies, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“I can’t believe she hasn’t done it yet,” Sirius says.

“What about you two?” You asked you knew that no matter how crazy and chill these two might appear, they were secretly just as overprotective as Tom.

“I’m excited for him, but part of me just wants to put my foot down and tell him he can’t compete. I know it’s important to him but this tournament...it’s so dangerous.” James answers, his face hardening at the thought of his son in danger.

“Yeah, I know he’s a great wizard but to me, he’s still just a chubby, clumsy baby.” Sirius jokes, but you can see the tension behind his forced smile.

“He’s gonna do great guys,” you try to reassure them, they both offer you smiles but you can tell they are still freaking out on the inside.

Once you reach the Quidditch Pitch which had been altered to accommodate a dragon’s nest, you rush over to Harry and the others. James and Sirius stay back to give you guys some time on your own, though they stay close enough to keep an eye on you and to protect you if the need should arise.

“Hey, guys!” You greet them with a smile and pull Harry into a big hug. “Good luck out there Harry. You’re gonna do great.”

Once you break away from Harry you take in the looks on everyone’s faces. Harry looks slightly nervous but mostly excited, Ginny looks like she’s going to be sick, Ron looks enthusiastic yet slightly jealous, and Hermione looks disgusted at the prospect of students fighting dragons.

“Thanks, Y/n/n,” he says with a soft smile. He puts an arm around Ginny who was shaking like a leaf to try and steady her.

“It’s gonna be fine Gin,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Champions to the tent please!” McGonagall’s voice announces over the loudspeakers. Harry gives you all one last wave before heading over to the champions’ tent.

“He’s gonna be alright Ginny,” you try to reassure her as you place an arm around her shoulders.

“Yeah, Harry’s a great wizard sis, he’ll be fine.” Ron agrees, trying to quell his sister’s worries.

“Y/n, I think someone is looking for you,” Hermione remarks, pointing over to where Tom is searching the crowd with a concerned expression.

“Oh, thanks ‘Mione. I’ll see you guys later,” you say before rushing over to his side.

“There you are Little Witch,” he greets you and you can see the tension fade from his face. Damn this man needs some calming drought, you think to yourself. He gives James and Sirius a nod, dismissing them from babysitting duty, at least for now.

“Hi Tom, how was the meeting?” You ask curiously. He wraps his arm around you and the two of you walk over to the teacher’s box.

“Boring, it was just tying up some loose ends and making sure the French and Bulgarian Ministries were part of the task development process. We need to cover our bases and ensure a fair competition.” He explains as the two of you enter the teacher’s box and he guides you to your seats. You were sitting in the front row next to Dumbledore and the other headmasters. It was a little awkward being with all the teachers, instead of the other students. But you were just going to have to get used to it, being the Minister’s mate and all.

The task was incredibly high pace and very interesting to watch. Though it was also slightly terrifying to see your fellow students go up against a dragon and try to capture their egg. Harry ended up scoring the highest and getting to his egg the fastest, which placed him in the lead. He made sure to use his natural skills to his advantage, summoning his broomstick and then getting the dragon to fly after him in order to get it away from the egg so he could then swoop in and grab it.

“I’m gonna go congratulate Harry,” you whisper to Tom right as he was being bombarded by reporters, all asking questions about the tournament. You knew he would be furious at you for wandering off on your own but you would deal with that later.

“Congratulations Harry!” You shouted giving him a big hug. His mom and Ginny were smiling but you could see the terror in their eyes. Sirius and James were off collecting money from their bets and Remus had his arm wrapped around Lily’s shoulder stabilizing her. Ron was going on and on about how incredible Harry was and Hermione was ranting to anyone who would listen about how absolutely barbaric the tournament was.

“Hey, guys party in the common room after dinner!” Seamus shouted, he and Dean both had faces full of Gryffindor colored face paint.

“Sweet!” Ron exclaims, he was always ready to party.

“Are you coming Y/n?” Hermione asks quietly.

“I wish, there is no way Tom will let me go without him and I don’t think it would be a ton of fun with the Minister of Magic chaperoning us.” You grumble slightly annoyed. You loved Tom but sometimes it sucked not being able to just hang out or party with your friends.

“There you are Little Witch,” Tom growled, looking absolutely furious with your little disappearing act.

“Hey babe,” you greet shyly, nervous for his reaction.

“Ready to go home?” He phrases it like a question but you know better. Fuck, you were in so much trouble when you got home.

“Sure, bye guys!” You call over your shoulder as Tom leads you back to the castle. The entire trip back to Dumbledore’s office is silent and you decide it’s best to keep it that way until you get home. Once you are in Dumbledore’s office the two of you walk straight to the fireplace and Tom grabs a handful of Floo powder before shouting, “Riddle Manor!” The fire swirls around the two of you again before depositing you both in the fireplace in Tom’s study. Tom marches you towards your room before he slams the door closed and turns to give you his signature glare.

“Care to explain Little Witch?” He asks, the fury practically dripping from his voice.

Fuck, you were in trouble now.

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Part 10

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invisibleimages · 3 years

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ornaments

neville longbottom x gn!reader

words: 390

a/n: day four of my writing challenge with my favorite boy, neville! he's literally my favorite character and he's just precious and underrated as hell! thank you for all the notes, it's really keeping me motivated! like and follow me if you enjoy! (edit: sorry for uploading this so late, something came up and i had to cut the one shot short!)

summary: neville sure does make some weird christmas ornaments.

warnings: swearing, mandrake because they're creepy,

“Please love! I made these little mandrakes just for this tree! Please let me put them on!” Shaking their head once again, Y/n looked at Neville's pleading form as he held up his shrunken mandrakes in his hand. They were both disgusting and disturbing, the freaky little plants faces stuck in a permanent scream, freaking the hell out of Y/n.“Please Y/n, just a few of them!”

Sighing at another plea, Y/n stood tight on their ground, looking away from Neville and the gross looking mandrake. “No neville, they won't even look good on the tree!” Looking back at their boyfriend, Y/n saw the big puppy dog eyes he was giving them. Vindictive little bastard, he always did this when he wanted his way, knowing his s/o could never resist it. Giving up Y/n slouched in defeat, “Fine, but if they start to rot it's your head, got that?!”

Neville wasted no time rushing towards the tree that stood in the living room, brushing past the gold and green ornaments that were placed on the tree prior and placing his strange plant ornaments on the tree wherever he pleased. Y/n stood back, watching their boyfriend excitedly place his herbology esk decorations on their Christmas tree. Neville looked so happy, putting his homemade ornaments on the tree. Y/n had to admit, it didn't look half bad. Yes it was still freaky seeing that the mandrake looked like they were screaming for dear life, but it was nice and blended in quite well with the tree.

“Do you like it love?” Oh go he was going to be the death of them. “I know it's a bit silly and kinda weird, I just wanted to put something that kinda represents me on our tree…” Seemingly a bit flustered, Neville trailed off looking away from his s/o. Moving over to the herbology obsessed boy, Y/n gave him a small kiss on his chubby cheek. “Of course I like it nev, it's cute that you're nerdy!”

Pulling Y/n into a hug, Neville used all the strength he could muster to spin them around, even if their feet were almost touching the floor. After placing them down, the two shared a long kiss, the lights in the Christmas tree illuminating the scene beautifully.

#neville longbottom #neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom x you #neville longbottom x y/n #harry potter x reader #harry potter #gryffindor #x reader #gender neutral reader

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ginevrapng · 5 months

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boyfriend!neville loves overstimulating you. there's nothing better than having his sweet girlfriend lying on his bed while he pulls multiple orgasms out of you. "neville please i can't take any more," you whine. you've just came for the fourth time and he's already touching you again, pressing two of his fingers inside you.

neville hushes you and kisses down your body before taking one of his nipples in your mouth and biting. you squeal and grab hold of his hair. "you know the rules petal keep your hands down or i'll tie them up." you keep your hands to your side and do your best to listen to neville. neville removes his mouth from your nipple but starts placing kisses down your body. he holds your body down by your love handles, occasionally squeezing your soft skin between his fingers. he always touches you in a way that makes you feel loved and special, like you're the most beautiful girl in the world. "you're so bloody pretty petal. you look like a goddess." your face heats up at the compliment.

neville continues leaving kisses down your body until he reaches your pussy and pushes two fingers back inside you causing you to gasp and grab hold of his arm. neville tuts at your action as you go to apologise, " 'm sorry nev just feels s'good.

"keep your hands by your side, i'm not going to tell you again. do you understand?" he says sternly still fingering you. you quickly nod your head. neville gently pinches one of your plush thighs with his other hand. "do you understand?"

"i-i understand. i promise i'll be good nev!" you reply and clench your hands into fists, consciously keeping them by your side. neville hums and places a loving kiss on your cheek, before mumbling against your cheek about how you're such a girl good for him.

neville lowers down your body and starts giving you head, precisely, just the way you like it, the way that leaves your toes curling and your voice hoarse as you scream his name. neville sucks your clit all while continuing plunging two fingers inside your pussy. "please neville, it's too much! i can't take it!" you whine loudly holding tightly onto the bedsheets.

"you can take it flower," he tells you, you can feel the vibrations of his words against your clit causing you to shiver. neville holds the back of your thick thighs and wraps his arms around them before pulling you even closer to him and returning his hands to your love handles and cunt. he feels you clench around him tightly and he spots the other telltale signs that you're about to cum. your cute noises are getting louder and you're breathing heavier, you're squirming more and squeezing your eyes hard. "let go f'me flower. you can do it." the coil that was previously winding up inside of you snaps and you hips arch up as you shake, your eyes go blurry as you cum again for the fifth time in an hour.

"good girl, good girl," he strokes your arm and kisses your hip. as you calm down and your breathing evens out he gently rubs your clit.

tears stream down your face, "no, no, no, nev please. i can't."

he kisses your hip again. "one more petal. you can give me another one right?" you whimper and nod your head before asking for a kiss.

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fangirlyah · 4 years

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✦dance classes - Neville Longbottom x Reader

summary: the yule ball is approaching and everyone is worried. some because of their clothes, others because they don't have an appointment and others because they can't dance. Neville needed dance classes and you needed a partner, they were best friends and friends help each other. It wouldn't be anything uncomfortable, right?

warnings: none

word count: 2,464

although it was a sunny day for a england afternoon, a typical icy wind bounced off the castle walls, causing most of the students to be inside. another factor that caused no one’s presence in the patios enjoying the sun was that the yule ball was approaching and that occupied everyone's mind; several were nervous because they had never attended a gala and others could not get what to wear.

due to the high position that your father had in the ministry, elegant dinners and slow dances were not uncommon, on the contrary you were more than familiar with them. you had options of dresses that your mother had sent you weeks before, as you did not have a date you did not need to match with anyone’s colors, making the dress choice much more agile and fast.

from the window where you were sitting, you could see the girls running down the hall below. you realized they were trying on dresses because they were running from common room to common room with large pieces of cloth on their arms and more than one with high shoes hooked to her hands. you wondered if any of them didn't have a date like you, maybe in that way you could befriended them go with someone. your mind remembered that ginny had not been invited either so you could go with her; you would have gone with anyone if you hadn't entered the great hall alone.

"it's freezing out there!" a very familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts, you recognized it as well as the palm of your hand.

"you must be the only student that goes out to look for his toad in the patios with this weather, neville" you turned around to see your best friend rub his hands against his fur coat, you could see how he was trembling despite being a few meters away. so you stood up, to take your scarf off your neck and wrap it around his neck.

"he would have frozen to death if i left him" his tremors had decreased thanks to your scarf and your hands rubbing his arms trying to comfort him.

“but what if you catch a cold? you would miss the yule ball” for weeks longbottom talked about how excited he was about the dance, it was his first and he was dying of curiosity. you had already told him about your experiences in the dances you had attended, but he wanted to experience it in first person.

"speaking of which ... I must ask you something!" your smile widened, it was the moment you had waited so long for; neville would invite you to the ball as you wanted so much "would you teach me to dance?" he saw your enthusiasm drop slightly, but he paid no attention to it.

"I thought mcgonagall would teach us all"

"yeah but, you know ... I need a little more help" he gently scratched his neck inside the y/h's scarf.

"well then ... let's do it"

"great!" you couldn't even ask when you would do it, because your best friend was dragging you into his bedroom. neville's friends were your friends so entering his room wasn't awkward, as long as you made sure they were all decent.

to your surprise, none of the four boys were there. the fact that ron and harry were not there didn't surprise you, but seamus and dean yes, they were always fooling around in there. the room was warm unlike the weather outside, the light came through the window illuminating every corner and helping to acclimatize. if you looked closely you could tell which bed was from whom just by looking at the disorder of the sheets and what was on the table. neville's was always the neater and cleanest.

"well let's get started!" even though he hadn't invited you to the party, his enthusiastic smile was enough to calm your disappointment. quickly, you both pushed the beds against the walls leaving the most space in the center of the room. your heart trembled in sweetness when you saw your best friend delicately take one of his plants, the one that was on his bedside table, to place it on a tall piece of furniture murmuring a "just in case"

even though muggle items couldn't be inside hogwarts. you have sneaked a record player months ago and, as one of your roommates was very gossipy, you have hidden it in neville's bedroom.

"it's not that difficult, you'll see" you said while taking a peter gabriel record and making it start playing. it was loud enough to be able to keep up with the rhythm but low enough not to be heard from outside.

slowly you approached neville who was standing in the middle of the bedroom to take his right hand and put it on your waist, you felt his breathing quickened and you wanted to laugh sweetly at his shyness, but you didn't; instead you put the two of you in position, to start moving.

"try to follow the melody..." his feet moved slowly and uncoordinated, but little by little they were copying your walk and could begin to move faster. "this is not an exam, you don't need a theory to learn by memory"

"but... what happens if I step on my partner?" he wasn't looking you in the eye, instead his head was lowered observing the movement of both pairs of feet.

"your partner will understand that it is your first dance, and that it’s obvious that you will make a small mistake ... also I don’t think you would invite a person who could judge you that way" you were talking about yourself, hoping that he was doing the same.

"yeah, you're right"

that was the last thing he said, it is seen that in some way you encouraged him because he began to move with more confidence. even though his feet moved faster, his touch on your hand and waist was still soft; almost as if he was holding a delicate flower, without pressing or shaking. due to your proximity, your directions were given in a low voice.

illuminated by the sun, you both danced until your feet gave no more; lighted by a warm light that, although it was fading, gave you a warmth that was not suffocating.

his gaze had lifted up to your face in some moments, but it always came back down. you thought that your twelve-year-old self would be delighted with the situation, the times that you had daydreamed of holding the hand of the chubby child were countless.

"I think I'm ready" this time, he raised his eyes and slowly walked away.

"yes you're ready, just try not to tip your feet when you turn because you will-" his voice cut you off quickly.

"I don't mean that, y/n ... I think I'm ready to ask her, you know...for her to come to the dance with me" the music played in the background and you thought it would be a good movie scene; the evening light streaming in and the warmth of the room's fireplace, perfect for a cinematic shot.

"yes, you should!" you didn't want your voice to sound so enthusiastic, but it was the second time and you thought that would be the moment.

"do you think so?" you calmly moved closer to him.

"totally" his eyes, which used to roam the room, now looked at you; you were close but far to see the true intention of his eyes.

"great, I'll go tell ginny!" his voice sounded as enthusiastic as yours just moments ago, causing your heart to clench as you took a step back. he didn't see your face transformed because he ran to grab the coat that had perched on a chair. your gaze fell to the ground like neville's when he danced. "how do I look?!" he stood in front of you for you to revise him, faking joy for him, you said:

"you look great" neville hugged you quickly, muttering a "thanks for the classes" and disappearing through the door, leaving you stranded in a strange room, hearing peter gabriel's voice in the distance.

now you couldn't even go with ginny. at that moment you wished you had said yes to ron when he asked you last week, but you were a deluded lover who was carried away by the hope that your shy best friend would ask you.

after that afternoon, neville didn't ask you for classes again. you knew he was still practicing but he hadn't consulted you any more. so when the yule ball’s night came around, you couldn't wait to see how his dance would go.

your dress reached the floor and trailed behind you a bit, your hair fell in waves and, even though you were walking down the stairs alone and no one was waiting for you, you were smiling. you had heard that you weren't the only one without a partner, so you were hoping to find someone to spend the night with without acting as a third wheel.

you had gotten a bit late fixing your hair; so when you arrived, the competitors of the wizards’ tournament had already entered the great hall with their partners. and luckily, you managed to get in with the crowd, without attracting anyone's attention.

but neville saw you, and you saw him. ginny was next to him, wearing a childish dress. the redhead yelled at you from across the room to come closer. on your way, you saw everyone elegantly dressed and with the smiles of teenagers in love. you wanted to have someone hooked to your arm, like fred had angelina or hermione had krum, but you hid your displeasure.

"you both look fantastic!" you said with sincere intentions to neville and minor weasley.

the night passed and you went from group to group of people like a jumping ball, you didn't know if they had lied to you but none seemed to not have a partner; luckily for you, your presence was not influential, such as malfoy's or cedric’s, so no one had noticed your lack of company.

as you watched everyone dance slowly you wondered what you would say to your older sister when she asked you about tonight. she loved elegant dinners and dances, she was perfect at having refined conversations and drinking glasses of champagne like it was apple juice. you would probably lie to her and tell her that your partner had been a gentleman who had danced every piece with you and had made sure that your glass was always full of fruit punch. it wasn't okay to lie to her, you knew that. but you couldn't stand a speech about how to improve your manners to bring boys closer to you.

your sight went to harry and ron and for a moment; you did not feel so alone, it seemed that not everyone was living a romantic novel in the hall. you saw that ron called ginny to come over so he could say something to her, leaving neville alone on the dance floor. you looked at your best friend and he looked at you, waving for you to come closer.

when you got to his side, unlike the day before, he took the initiative to start dancing slowly; this time he looked into your eyes.

"you improved a lot, longbottom" even though he was still moving a little tense, he was much better than a while ago.

“I had a good teacher” neville was good at making you blush, you wanted to answer the compliment but he spoke again “why didn't you tell me you didn't have a date? you could have come with me and ginny "

"I didn't want to interrupt ..." you tried to hide your sadness but he noticed.

"did someone ask you?"

"yeah ... emm some older guys and ron" you bit the inside of your lips, not even your closest friends knew you had been invited. you hadn't told them, trying to avoid being pressured to go with them when you didn't want to.

“why did you tell them no?" you couldn't recognize his voice, you had never heard him in that way. you thought it was curiosity but it sounded more serious, maybe confusion, or maybe ... jealousy.

"I was waiting for someone else to invite me"

"Ooh I'm sorry, I know fred invited ang-" he was your best friend, so you noticed that he didn't know what to say and he said the first thing that came to mind. because you really weren't very close friends with fred and there was no chance you were waiting for his invitation.

"I was waiting for you to ask me" you both looked into each other's eyes, very close, making neville notice for the first time how big your irises were and how combed your eyebrows were.

"I thought you would say no ..." neville spoke so softly, that despite the distance, you could hardly hear him. seeing your confused face, he cleared his throat and started again. "I thought you would say no, if I asked you ..." you shook your head but he continued "ron mentioned that he would invite you, a few nights ago so I assumed that you would say yes to him or another suitor, not to me" without stopping to dance slowly, you placed your hand on his cheek.

“neville ... when will you understand that I like you?" you giggled when you saw your best friend's eyes go wide.

"I also ... I also like you, y/n, and a lot" this time it was your turn to giggle "c-can I give you a kiss?"

"as much as I want to, it would not be appropriate" you said, turning your head to see ginny watching you from off the dance floor. you knew that she didn't like neville, she was in love with harry; but nobody would like to see their date kiss another person, no matter how much feelings you have or haven't.

"then you can come to my room and give me another dance class ..." by the time it was, not many people had left the great hall so if they went to the gryffindor’s dorm they wouldn't find anyone.

"but the dance will be over then you wouldn't need any more classes" you said confused.

"y/n ... when will you understand that it is just an excuse to kiss you privately?" you didn't know where this confidence in neville had come from, but you loved it. therefore, you kissed him on the cheek and walked away allowing ginny to return her date.

the night hadn't turned out so badly after all.

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chloasiajones · 4 years

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This is my next smau. It's a Harry Potter smau. Neville X F.!Reader pairing. There's a bit of Fred X F.!Reader pairing in here. There's also Neville X Fred X F.!Reader. Title:A Muggle's Love Story

Trigger warning: Slight swearing! Mentions of sex! Will be mentions of rape! Slight abuse! If you are sensitive to these things read at your own risk! Major Fred X F.!Reader fluff!

Y/n was a muggle brought into the world of magic, at a very young age. She didn't know how to handle it. And with her older sister, her guardian being the only one who could take care of her, it proved to be difficult for her with her sister being the Defense Against The Dark Arts professor, and her having to live in the world of magic. She feels a little left out, seeing as both her sisters, her older and her younger, - her twin - are wizards and she is not. But that all disappears when she meets the one person who helped her realize not everything is about that. And it's not all its cracked up to be. Neville was there for her since she was young and they became the best of friends. However, as they got older they realized their feelings were more for each other than they even orginally thought. But what happens when Neville finally has the courage and another man tries to swoop in and take him from her?

Special Edition Part 4. . .

Y/n's P.O.V.

A devious smile passed me as a thought came to my head. I quickly took Fred's phone from him, hiding it underneath my leg. Fred smiled as he looked at me. My stomach jumped as he rested his arm on my stomach. I couldn't stop smiling as I looked at him.

"You think I can't get that?" Fred challenged.

"I didnt think you'd wanna touch my ass, just to get it," I told him not being able to stop smiling.

He chuckled.

"Try me sweetheart,"

I chuckled softly as I held his hand, locking our fingers.

"You weren't paying enough attention to me,"

All he did was smile.

"You want me to pay attention to you?"

"Yes,"

Fred chuckled. He pulled me closer to him, starting to tickle me. That's one of the things I hate the most, but I couldn't help but to laugh. I tried to scramble away from him, but he wouldn't let me. It got so bad, I ended up on his lap completely. He had one of his hands on my back and the other arm over my legs. We were just staring into each others eyes. I never noticed how gorgeous his eyes were until now. They may be brown, but he's gorgeous. How and why do I have to love him as much as I love Neville? Without knowing what we were doing at the moment, Fred had his hand on the side of my neck and our lips were pressed together. Immediately we both started to move them along the others in sync. He held me tighter as he pressed his lips to mine even harder, kissing me even more passionately. A soft gentle moan left me as we kissed. The only thought that went through my head at this moment was that I wanted him. All I wanted was him. Just as I put my hands on the sides of his neck, he gently pulled away. Way to make it awkward.

"So, uh, where's your bottle of Fire Whiskey?" I asked him casually looking away from him.

I could feel his boner as I sat on him. If I'm being honest, it actually turned me on.

"I have a bottle in the kitchen cupboard, right above the sink," Fred answered almost in an awkward way.

I stood from his lap, walking over to the kitchen. I couldn't stop thinking of our kiss as I took the bottle and poured us some in a couple of wine glasses.

"So, are you sure you're okay hon?" Fred asked me curiously concerned.

As I walked back to the couch I responded:

"Yes, - I just - I'm not so sure I can face Neville if there really is another girl that he likes."

I sat down on the couch next to him, as I handed him a glass.

"Well, like I said, that would be his loss for letting go of someone so precious and valuable. And for hurting you I'll kick his ass,"

A soft smile passed me. I gently took hold of Fred's hand.

"Na, dont do that - I just need you there for me,"

Fred locked our fingers together.

"I always will be,"

"I know, -"

I took a sip from my glass.

"I remember when Neville and I met, - We were eleven, and he was the first person I noticed-"

7 Years Earlier. . .

I stood next to this really cute kid. He had dark brown hair, and light hazel eyes. He had cute chubby cheeks. And he was adorable and chubby. I could tell he was nervous as he looked at me. Which made him even more adorable. I gestured to the empty gap between him and another student.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked him politely.

He said nothing as he gestured next to him. I smiled as I sat down next to him. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

"I'm Y/n Moon," I said to him as I held my hand out to him.

He was nervous as he held my hand to shake it.

"I'm N-Neville L-Longbottom," he spoke nervously.

I chuckled at how cute he is.

"Awe, you're shy, that's so cute! - We can be friends if you want,"

He smiled at me as he nodded. Awe! He is so cute.

Present Day. . .

As I traced my thumb over the design on the glass in my hand, a tear slipped from my eye. Fred gently put his fingers underneath my chin, turning my face to him. He cupped my face with his hand, as he used his thumb to wipe away the tears.

"Forget about that dumbass, - If he doesnt want you, that's on him. There is nothing wrong with you sweetheart," Fred said to me trying to be encouraging.

I said nothing as he looked directly into my eyes. I wanted to kiss him again so bad. And he knew it. He moved his hand away. Shivers ran through me as he let his hand rest on my leg, a little closer to thigh. I couldn't help but to stare at his long slender fingers, and wonder how good he really was with his fingers and hands. I let myself think about his hands roaming all over my body. I found myself lightly biting my lip. I didn't even realize that Fred was staring at me until he moved his hand. I honestly felt so embarrassed.

"Do you remember how we met?" Fred asked me.

I softly laughed. I took another sip from my glass.

"How could I not? You were so damn confident, I couldn't help but to be attracted to you," I said to him.

He chuckled.

"I think Neville was pretty pissed though," he stated.

I laughed softly.

7 Years Earlier. . .

I smiled as this really cute, red haired, brown eyed guy sat next to me. I couldn't help but to look at him. He was smiling as he stared into my eyes.

"Hey cutie, I'm Fred Weasley, what's your name?" Fred asked confidently.

"I'm Y/n Moon," I replied not being able to stop smiling.

"So, are you gonna need someone to show you around? Get used to the school?" He asked me in a hopeful tone.

"Well, -"

I pointed to Neville.

"Neville said he was gonna show me around, at least what he's already been shown,"

I could see the disappointment cross his eyes.

"Oh, -"

He stood from the bench.

"Well, I hope you enjoy yourself,"

I actually didnt want him to leave. I quickly and boldly grabbed onto his arm. A surprised look crossed him as he turned to look at me.

"Would you like to come with us?"

He didnt know what to say for a moment. He smiled as he sat back down.

"I'd love to,"

I smiled as the three of us started talking.

Present Day. . .

Fred and I both chuckled.

"You're boldness really surprised me, and you had me hooked from that moment," Fred said to me.

"You had me hooked from the moment you sat down next to me," I said to him trying to one up him.

He put his hand on my leg once again. I felt my stomach slightly jump. I still want him. I took a nice big drink of my Fire whiskey.

"So, how does your heritage work anyway? I've always been curious and you've never really explained it?" Fred asked me curiously.

"Well, Adelina is my half sister, Luna and Jami are my real sisters. I mean obviously Jami's my sister, we're twins. But our fathers were different. Adelina's father was a wizard, just like our mother. Mother ended up falling in love with a muggle and she got pregnant from him. She got pregnant with twins, and Jami inherited from mother's side and they think I got being a muggle from my father,"

I sighed. He knew I thought I wasn't good enough for either him or Neville because I was a muggle. While him and Neville are both pure bloods. Fred softly took my hand, looking into my eyes. He moved closer to me. He took my hand to his lips, kissing my fingers softly.

"I dont care that you're a muggle - You are the most amazing person I know. - You're unique in your own way. - Every single day I fall in love with you all over again. Every single time I look at you. - Every single time I'm with you - Honestly if I could have anyone, I would want it to be you,"

I could feel a blush rising to my cheeks. I slightly looked away from him.

"Oh Fred - Stop -" I trailed off.

He smiled satisfied.

"Why? - "

Fred moved closer. So close I could feel his chest rest against my arm. I could feel my body shivering. I still want him. And it's taking all my strength not to tell him right here, right now that I want him and that I want him now. He moved his face closer to my ear, slightly breathing on the edge of it.

"Afraid you'll fall in love with me even more?" He asked in a soft whisper.

I let out a soft breath not being able to help myself. Fred gently turned my face to him. He had the softest look in his eyes. I knew he wanted to kiss me again, but he was hesitant. It was almost as if he was begging me without words. I could feel the fire whiskey working within me and I honestly loved it. I wasn't thinking so much of Neville. It was just Fred. I couldn't help myself, so I smashed my lips onto his and I kissed him passionately. I knew he loved it, but he was being as cautious as he possibly could be. I knew he was. I wanted him close to me. And he knew I did. I didn't even have to say it. He pulled away again. I protested quietly.

"Y/n, why don't we just talk?" Fred suggested.

I sighed. Though he still held onto my hand. I took another sip from my glass.

"How did you meet Hannah again?" Fred asked me casually.

"It was at Hogwarts, Adelina wanted me to tag along with her class, so I went. And I was happy because I got to be with Neville, -"

"Or as I say, 'He who shall not be named'" Fred spoke.

I chuckled as I gently punched his arm.

"He was fine at the time, - Anyway, Adelina was talking with Hagrid at the time and Draco had decided he wanted to be a dick to me, -"

A smile passed me as I thought of Neville.

"It was actually quite adorable, Neville tried to stick up for me, but he was also still really shy, so when Draco shot him down he shut up real quickly. Hannah noticed how Draco was being to me and she stepped in. She stood up for me and she apologized for him. Apparently she's known Draco pretty much all her life and she hates the fact that Draco can be such an ass sometimes. Though he's settled down quite a bit as he's gotten older, so, I guess it's not that big of a deal. That day that Hannah stood up for me, we became instant friends and she started hanging with me and Neville. That's the day you met her,"

"Well, you guys are pretty close,"

"Yeah, -"

I smiled.

"Hannah's great, - And she's always there when I need her. Just like Jami, Luna, and Adelina. My three sisters,"

Fred moved a piece of hair from my face, again looking into my eyes.

"Dont forget about me," he said to me softly.

He took the drink in my hand and set it on the coffee table in front of us. All I could do was look at him, as he rested his hand on the side of my face. I held onto his hand with him, as I lightly moved my lips to kiss the palm of his hand.

"I could never - I honestly wouldn't know what to do without you," I told him.

"You'll never have to find out,"

He looked into my eyes just staring into them. I knew what he wanted and he knew what I wanted. Though he was still hesitant.

"I wanna kiss you so bad," Fred said to me softly.

"Fred -"

I put my hand on the side of his neck.

"Please do," I pleaded.

"But -"

I could almost feel tears in my eyes.

"Fred, - Please,"

He sighed softly in defeat. In a gentle motion he pressed our lips together and very lightly started to kiss me. He added the passion, only slightly. I knew he was hesitant. I didn't want him to be, but I knew he was. And I didnt think there was anything I could do to change that.

To Be Continued. . .

Special Edition Part 5 Coming Soon. . .

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lizzie-boo · 4 years

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He’s Perfect-Ficmas Day 15

Neville Longbottom x Reader

Words: 592

A/N: Sorry it’s short but I had no inspiration today and kept getting distracted. From looking at Disney blogs on Tumblr to looking at new jewelry for my piercings the internet has gotten me super distracted.

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It was nearing two in the morning when a sharp pain in your abdomen woke you. Your eyes opened slowly, blinking a few times to gather your bearings. You laid there for a few minutes before you felt the pain again, it was then that you knew the time had come. You were in labor.

Shaking your husband awake, he mumbled something before rolling over and trying to fall back asleep. This time you shook him harder and he finally turned to look at you through half-opened eyelids.

“Nev, I’m in labor,” you tell him and he instantly sits up in bed.

“Really?” he asks. He can barely make out you nodding your head in the dark but the second he does he’s out of bed.

He searches your bedroom for the bag you had packed in anticipation of this day. The second it was secured in his hand he was ushering you out of bed.

“We have to go now,” he tells you while attempting to pull you towards the door.

“Babe let me change out of my pajamas first.” You move to the dresser on the far end of the room.

Leaning on the top of the cabinet you take a deep breath as another contraction overcomes you. Neville comes up from behind and gently rubs a hand up and down your back whispering words of encouragement. The second the contraction passes your sifting through your clothes to find something comfortable to wear to the hospital.

“Darling we really need to get going. The baby will be here soon,” he frets. He paces the length of the room only stopping to help you into the outfit you had selected. The second you’re changed he is ushering you out the door.

He’s by your side the whole time you're in labor. With each intensifying contraction, you squeeze his hand a little harder. At one point your pretty sure you heard it pop but he brushes it off and tells you to remember to breath.

Eventually, the doctor arrives and tells you it is time to push. Neville is with you for every second of it. He holds your hand while reassuring you that it’ll be alright. He brushes the sweaty strands of hair out of your face and places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

As he pulls away he whispers, “You’re doing great darling.”

With the next push, the cries of your new baby boy fill the room. The sound brings tears to your eyes and you look at your husband who is also tearing up. The moment the nurse places your son on your chest the tears slide down your face.

In your eyes he is perfect. He is everything you had ever wanted and more. Looking down at his chubby face your heart swells with love for the small life you helped create. Your husband puts his arm around your shoulder as he watches his newborn son.

“He’s perfect, just like you,” he whispers in your ear while giving you a gentle kiss on the side of your head.

“I love you both,” you say while looking between the two most important people in your life.

“I love you too.” He places a kiss to your lips then a light kiss on your son’s head.

You both watch as he slowly falls asleep and you couldn’t be happier. Everything felt right, you finally had the family of your dreams. You couldn’t ask for anything more in life because to you it felt like you already had it all.

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ficstogo · 5 years

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Just A Kiss

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Summary: Practically everyone at Hogwarts has kissed someone at least once except for you and your friend Neville. Just being curious, you both wondered what was so great about it

Word Count: 3,741

Warnings: None

A/N: Look I’m tired.

“Oh my god! You didn’t! When?”

“Yesterday, at an empty hall while everyone else was at the dinner feast.”

“Was he good? At kissing I mean?”

“He was alright…”

You sat alone at one of the empty tables trying to study for potions. It was hard to focus with the little noises in the library, especially when two Hufflepuffs started whispering to each other about something behind a bookshelf that intrigued you. Kissing. Has everyone done it but me? Obviously, everyone in grades above had done it and not all the people in your year have kissed, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit excluded. “A bit sloppy…”

You couldn’t catch the rest of the conversation when Hermione came over taking the empty seat next to you. “Hello there Hermione.” you greeted, looking at your potions book. “Hello Y/N, studying for potions I see.”

“Yeah, my grades aren’t where I want them to be.” You said. You suppressed the urge to ask Hermione a question that might have turned this current conversation awkward but it tumbled out of your mouth before you knew what you were saying. “Hermione, you ever kissed anyone?” you asked suddenly causing Hermione to give you a bewildered look.

“As in, on the lips?” You nodded to her question. “Well, honestly no, I haven’t. I mean…it’d be nice, but…school is far more important than some rubbish kisses with a boy who can’t even take himself seriously… Why do you ask?” Her face formed a frown of confusion.

“Nothing, just wondering.” you responded looking back down at your book. “I was just curious is all.”

“Have you?” Hermione asked.

“No, I haven’t.” You responded honestly.

“Well, if you were able to kiss anyone you wanted who would you choose?” Hermione asked flipping through the pages of a book that was in front her trying to make herself not look too interested in this topic of conversation. You took this time to actually think who you would want to kiss. This question was basically a disguise to a “Who’s your crush?” question.

After going through all the boys that you know and the ones you seem to notice around the school, you thought up of no one that you prefer. A big blank just popped in your head. “Honestly, no one really, I’m just hoping that whoever I kiss is someone I actually like and not a complete dimwit or a jerk.”

“Fair enough.”

“And you?”

“W-what!? Me?!” Hermione’s the flesh on her face had brightened and her eyes wide. “N-nobody really comes to mind.” Sitting up straight with a proud look on her face she continued “I just focus on my studies, like I said, it’s rubbish.”

“Right.”

.~.~.~.

After the dinner feast in the great hall, you headed up to the Gryffindor common room, stuffed beyond belief like you are every night. There is so much food here in Hogwarts to satisfy your hunger, you can’t help yourself but try everything.

Changing out of your uniform and into more comfortable clothing, you head back down in the common room taking a seat in front of the fireplace. At first, you read some of your textbooks of the subjects that you were trying to understand more of, (potions being no exception) but then your mind started to prance around in a field of thoughts, staring at the fireplace. What if I don’t ever get kissed? I mean, I’m not pretty enough for a boy to notice me, let alone kiss me. Soon students and some of your colleagues started to head up to their dormitories to bed asking when you’ll be up. “In a bit, I’m just trying to catch up on my classes.”

Still staring at the flames of the warm cozy fire, the painting leading into the room snapped you out of your trance turning your head to see who it is that just came in. A boy with chubby cheeks and front teeth that protruded from his mouth, still wearing his school uniform, walked in a tiresome manner, sighed in a troublesome sort of way. “Hello Neville, where’ve you been this whole time?”

Jumping from the sudden voice in, what he thought was the empty common room, Neville sighed once more in relief that it wasn’t someone here to hurt him like Sirius Black. “Oh, Y/N, hello, I didn’t see you there.” He walked to the empty seat next to you, falling into the comfortable cushions it had provided. “I was serving detention for Professor McGonagall for, you know, losing my list of passwords and for Ron almost getting killed by Sirius Black.”

“You are a bit forgetful Neville.” you chuckled out.

“This wouldn’t be a problem if that bloody painting didn’t change the password every week!” Neville defended making sure that that was made clear.

“Either way Neville, you still somehow forget the password even if it’s the same one for the past three months,” you smirked. Neville’s cheeks became flamed at this and looked down with a bit of shame. “’S all right Neville, don’t feel bad about it.” you said placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Right. Well what are you doing down here all by yourself?” he asked giving a layer of wetness on his lips.

“I was studying for my classes and then I guess my mind started to get a bit distracted from there.”

“What distracted you?” Neville joined you at looking at the fire.

“…kisses.” you said a little quieter than your previous volume looking down at your fiddling hands.

“Kisses? What on earth brought this on?” Only being thirteen, kisses were not something that ever crossed his mind. You explained to Neville about the Hufflepuffs and the conversation you had with Hermione hinting that she might like someone from the way she responded. “Hermione? Liking someone? I don’t believe it. I mean, it’s Hermione. And anyway what’s so great about kissing anyway?” Neville gave a scrunched up look on his face.

“I don’t know but people make it sound like it’s a big deal. I wouldn’t know, I never kissed anybody.” You said giving a shrug to show you didn’t really care.

“Honestly, I think it’s weird, spreading your germs and stuff, that’s one way to get sick.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right, but I mean, the way the others talk about it it seems like it’s special you know?” You tilted your head to the side.

“Well I guess so…if it’s someone you like I assume. I even hear people say they feel electricity or see fireworks when they kiss…”

Feeling nervous as to what you were going to ask Neville, you looked down, messing about with your fingers, and said quietly in hope that Neville might not hear your request, “Do you think we can try it…” as quickly as you asked so did the blush on your cheeks.

Neville turned and looked at you, the second surprised face you’ve seen today. “Um…a-alright. I d-don’t mind.” It was impossible for Neville to hide the deep blush on his pale face.

You turned to him as he did the same. Blinking a few times, you and Neville both licked your lips feeling them completely dry at that instant. You both closed your eyes tight and quickly pecked at each other’s lips barely feeling them, afraid of the others reaction. “D-did we do it?” Neville asked.

“I think so, but that was the kind of kiss you would give your mum,” you answered.

“I-If you like, w-we could try it again.” Neville stuttered out.

“O-okay.” This time you both got closer to each other, trying to get comfortable. Still looking down, you saw Neville’s hand go on top of yours that was resting in the small space between you two. You looked up again catching a glimpse at his sweet bright eyes. Bringing your faces closer to each other, you stared at one another feeling each other’s warm breath on your lips. You lightly closed your eyes waiting for his plump red lips to touch yours. Once they did, you waited a moment to see if Neville would back out from this intimate moment, and when he didn’t you let pure instinct take over, moving your lips against his. Once Neville understood what was going on he moved his lips with yours being very sweet and gentle. Moving a little closer to him, you couldn’t help but feed the hunger of passion you desperately wanted.

Knowing that you were running out of air you pulled apart from each other slowly, your eyes fluttering open to see Neville’s are still closed. “Wow.” Neville let out.

You too were amazed at the results. You felt your lips swollen and all tingled. You actually felt the electricity so many people talked about and the urge of wanting more. “That was…pretty great…” you said quietly. A moment later after realizing what you both just done furious blushes spread on you third years cheeks. Nervous once again you stood up from your seat and said: “W-well, it’s getting l-late and I have a test first thing in the morning (lucky for you-you didn’t share every single class with Neville.) so good night.” You rushed to get to your dormitory.

Neville, with wide eyes (and a bit of sadness, which you didn’t catch.) looked at you and said: “Oh, good night Y/N.” Watching your figure leave, he sat there alone with the not-so-warm-fire, thinking over as to what he had done wrong.

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From then on, you avoided Neville since that kiss two years ago, for reasons you yourself didn’t really know. You just couldn’t be around him, getting all nervous, you just couldn’t handle it. If you were walking to his direction, you turn right around to the opposite direction. If you two were alone in the same room, you’d find an excuse to leave. In all honesty, you felt you were being mean to him doing this but you couldn’t help it. Luckily for you, a new year of Hogwarts is about to begin. You loved this school full of enchantment and excitement, it gave you pride. Even though there were life-risking moments that made students be on the verge of death, you loved it. Unfortunately, someone did lose their life last year. You didn’t know him personally but you knew he was an all-around good guy. The pain his family must be suffering through is unimaginable.

You stumbled through the moving train, trying to find an empty compartment, or at least an open seat to sit in. You were so apprehensive the night before you didn’t get enough rest causing you to oversleep. With a stroke of luck, you made it just before the train was scheduled to leave. Your dreams came true when you found a completely empty one for you to spend the trip in. Entering the lucky compartment, you took one of your heavy luggages and raised it above you in order to place it in the carrier. “Here! Let me help you with that.” You heard behind you as you felt the weight of your luggage disappear from above you.

“Thank You…” you said as you turned to the face of whoever was kind enough to help you but once you saw who it was, your nerves suddenly took over and caused you to freeze in place. Once your fellow student finished up with putting away your bags, he turned and saw who it was that he had just helped. Instead of your hair up in its usual ponytail, it was resting beautifully on your shoulders, on top of your baby blue sweater. Your eyes were huge the last time he remembered looking at you, although Neville doesn’t realize that that was shocking that is causing your eyes to look so big. The summer has treated you both well when it came to looks.

As for Neville, he had grown quite tall, much taller than you, his protruding teeth were no longer visible for anyone to see. His dark hair was neatly combed to the side and yet what remained the same was his nervous, dorky demeanor. Shaking away from the surprise, he attempts to get some words out of his mouth to form a sentence. “Y-Y/N! I-it’s nice to see you again!” he exclaimed as the surprised look was still on his face.

“N-Neville! Hello!” Why? Why are you like this? It was one stupid kiss that took place years ago, why weren’t you over it already? You only stood there, not knowing what to do. Snap out of it! You said to yourself. “Um, did you need someplace to sit?” you then asked Neville, making sure you didn’t stutter over your words once more. You took a seat across from where he was standing right next to the window. Still standing there with a dumbfounded look and the words just finally being processed in his brain, Neville finally responded to your question and took a seat right across from you. “U-uh, yes! I-uh, it’s a bit crowded here. The seats with Dean and the others were already filled.” He gave a nervous smile, trying to keep a conversation going.

Unfortunately, it didn’t last as long as he wanted since you only responded with “Yeah. My same situation.” You had no clue as to what else to say to him. You were nervous enough and didn’t want to make things even more awkward with an unimportant, mumbled up conversation, so you went on and drew your focus to what went by on the other side of the window which wasn’t much of anything except grey skies and nothing much else except for fog. Whatever happened to the nice clear skies that used to go by whenever you traveled to Hogwarts? You missed the beautiful views that the trip provided each time but it seems as each year went by, the weather went on to become more grim and it was starting to affect your mood.

It seems like it was affecting it quite well since you heard Neville speak up your name and asked you what was wrong. You turned to look at his concerned face. “W-What?” You felt your eyebrows furrowed and saw in the reflection of the window that you had a look of displeasure.

“You seem a bit…upset.”

“Oh! Uh, no it’s nothing. I’m fine really. I didn’t realize that I was making that face.”

“If you say so.” And then it went quiet again, your focus back outside of the window. The only thoughts that went through your head were the hope that things will be better at Hogwarts than what was going on the past. You hoped that nothing outrageous would go on and that it would just be a normal school year that would go by.

There was then a tap on your shoulder and turned to see that it was Neville, with a sweater full of sweets as one occupied his mouth and the other offering a piece of chocolate. Although you could’ve easily refused and go back to silence and go through your thoughts in a loop, you did feel like a good snack would be nice now that you suddenly have a craving for it, that and it would’ve been rude since he spent some of his sickles to share with you. You took the chocolate from his hand and offered the seat next to you since you know you would be eating a bit more.

The silence kept on, only hearing wrappers being ripped off, cardboard being unboxed, and the steady rhythm of the train running through the tracks. In all that silence, the both of you still didn’t know what to say to each other. You only ask yourselves as to why you had to make things difficult. Bringing up a topic of conversation should not be so difficult and yet it was. Within all that silence there came a sound and at first, you thought you imagined it but then it started up again. From there, Neville seemed to struggle in his seat. Your eyes turned to him when pieces of candy started falling from his lap and then standing up from his seat with his hands holding on to something that was emitting…ribbiting?

“Is that Trevor?” Neville looked down at the curious looking face you were making, He was a bit surprised you remembered Trevor at all. He thought that due to the long period of that happened between the both of you, you would have forgotten things about him. You two weren’t the bestest of friends but you were friends nonetheless and he missed you helping him find Trevor in the most inconvenient of places.

“Uh, it is. He’s being a pest at the moment so sorry about,” He looked down at what the commotion had caused. “The mess.” Neville suddenly jumped with Trevor almost out of his grasped. He clutched him near his chest as he hunched over from the surprise Trevor gave him.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the scene in front of you. Neville always seems to find a way to make you or anyone laugh and not on purpose. “Still pesky as ever, huh?” you smiled as you went to pick up the pile of candy on the ground. Neville looked at you with a nervous smile. He honestly saw Trevor as a complete nuisance in his life ever since he first got him. If he could, he would give him away but he knew his grandmother wouldn’t let this happen. He also knew that she wouldn’t let him get another if he actually did lose Trevor so obviously he tried to keep him from escaping his care. For once, Trevor showed to be useful by starting off a topic of conversation that hasn’t silenced you just yet.

“Of course. What else is new?” He responded, trying to keep you talking.

“Well, for one, how incredibly tall you’ve gotten.” Neville chuckled at this.

“I know. Everyone seemed to notice.” he sat back down next to you, still holding Trevor in between his hands.

“Can I hold him?” You asked. It’s been a long while since you last seen Trevor and although he wasn’t the best companion, you couldn’t deny petting, or in this case, holding animals.

“Sure,” Neville said with a smile on his face. He was happy with this whole interaction and in the moment, anything you wanted, he would give you. He turned to you holding onto Trevor with both hands to make sure he didn’t hope his way out to freedom. You slowly reached for Trevor. Once in your hands, you observed the toad in your hands, calm and easy. Rubbing your thumb on his back, he croaked resting easy as a way to show approval. You smiled at the toad being kind to you, unlike Neville.

“I miss this little troublemaker.” You said. Neville only looked at you with a small, sweet smile, happy that you two were finally interacting and yet there was still a burning question in his mind that he was afraid to ask due to the idea that you might stop talking to him once more. He couldn’t help it. He just had to know or else it’ll forever stress him of never receiving an answer that he could’ve easily obtained.

“Why did you stop talking to me Y/N? I mean, I know we’re not the bestests of friends in the world but we were friends and I never saw you anymore.” Turning your head to Neville, you saw the nervous boy look down at his lap, not really knowing what to do with himself at the moment. You felt bad. Terrible actually. This poor boy, who enjoyed your company and was left alone probably felt that this whole thing was his fault. You made him feel that way because of your stupidity because you made a big out of something that didn’t need to be blown out of proportion. “Am I that bad?”

“No! Of course not! If anything, this whole thing is honestly all on me.” Look what I’ve done. “Look, Neville…” The one thing that you have been trying to avoid and it comes back full circle. It’s best to get everything out now than to hold it off and make things worse or at least unresolved, you thought. You were quiet for a moment, thinking through as to how you would explain your reason without making yourself sound like a fool, but in the end, there was no way to not make yourself sound like an airheaded ditz.

“When we kissed…I got embarrassed. I was the one who made you kiss me and I thought that it would be weird between us after that. I guess I’m the one who made it that way.” you chuckled at that end bit. “I don’t know, I guess I liked you too much that I was afraid of looking like an idiot in front of you or something.” Looking down at Trevor for comfort, you didn’t want Neville to see your heated up face and push yourself further in self-loathing.

“You liked me?”

“I suppose. I mean, I never had thoughts about you or anyone in that way and then after that night I suppose I grown a crush on you and didn’t know what to do.” Trevor continued to croak, surprised that he didn’t try to break himself free from you at this moment. You raised your head to look at a red-faced Neville. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you in that way.” You whispered looking back down at Trevor while thinking about what to do with yourself in this situation.

There was then confusion and a look of shock on your face when you realized what had happened. The lips that were once on your lips suddenly touched your cheek. Even redder than before, Neville said something that felt a wave of relief from. “Don’t beat yourself up too much about it. I understand, I was just afraid that you didn’t like me anymore or that I did such a horrendous job at kissing you.”

A smile rose from your face as you felt the weight come right off you. He is just too kind. “Neville, thank you. Really, you’re an absolute sweetheart.” That was your turn to give Neville a kiss on the cheek which he did not expect.

“Anytime Y/N.”

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waytooinlovewithharrypotter · 6 years

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Masterlist

Masterlist for @waytooinlovewithharrypotter‘s fics

Updated 1/6/18

Posted in order of publication

Fred Weasley x Reader:

The Switcheroo

Nothing But the Truth

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George Weasley x Reader:

Winter Fun

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Draco Malfoy x Reader:

“Mudblood”

Galloping

Draco Dating a Muggle Reader Would Include...

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Sirius Black x Reader:

Amortentia

Sirius Dating a Shy Reader Would Be Like...

Sirius Dating a Chubby Reader Would Include...

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Remus Lupin x Reader:

Dating Remus Lupin Would Include...

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Harry Potter x Reader:

Quiddich Celebrations

First ‘I Love You’s

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Neville Longbottom x Reader:

Herbology and Sketchbooks

#masterlist #waytooinlovewithharrypotter #harry potter #fred weasley x reader #draco malfoy x reader #sirius black x reader #harry potter x reader

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inside-of-a-fangirls-mind · 7 years

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It’s Been A Long Ride Without You

Request: Professor Neville x Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor!Reader? Maybe they haven't seen each other since the Battle of Hogwarts and the reader notices for the first time that Neville got H.O.T. and for once Neville isn't the blushy and stuttery one? Love your work <3

Words: 1,692

Warnings: I don’t think any, just a lot of fluff

Pairing: Professor Neville X Professor Reader

Note; It’s short but I tried.

It's been 5 years, 4 months, 23 days and nearly 3 hours since the battle of Hogwarts. Since the last time, you stepped foot in your old school. Since you took a job as an Auror hunting down the remaining escaped prisoners from Azkaban. 5 years and here you were stepping into the castle which your world revolved around for 7 years. Looking around the castle as you made your way back to Dumbledore's office, you remembered the way still and when he extended this invite to you, you couldn't say no.

"Ah. Y/N L/N!" Dumbledore smiled as you entered his office, he quickly moves to brace you in a soft hug. "It's good to see you, my dear."

"And it's good to see you too Professor." You smile fixing his hat on his head slightly. He was always laid back and like a father to you.

"It's Albus now Y/N, you're a Professor now as well." He chuckles before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and escorting you towards the DADA classroom.

"I'm sorry Albus. It's gonna take some getting used to, you were once my favorite teacher. All of you were once my teachers." You smile and push your hair behind your ear before following Albus to the DADA Tower.

"All of us and then there's Longbottom." Albus smiles, maybe this had been a little bit of his plan. After all, the two of you were close growing up together.

"Neville?" You questioned more to yourself before smiling, missing one of your closest friends. "That's great. I'm glad I'll get to see him again."

"Maybe even more than that," Albus smirked before opening the door to your new office.

"Albus?" You questioned before looking back to him.

"Somethings are rather curious. You'll see in time." He hums before leaving you alone in the office. You tried to shake that from your mind as you set up your office.

Setting up your office with a house banner of beloved Gryffindor and a few photos from your school days before heading down for dinner. Albus was going to introduce you as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. You were excited and nearly bouncing as you entered the great hall. But a playful glare from McGonagall had you stopping but she shot you a smile as you sat beside her.

But when you glanced down the table waving to Severus, Albus, before your eyes caught a glance of Neville. You nearly froze in your spot, eyes searching your favorite Gryffindor. From his rugged jawline and slight stubble, his soft hazel eyes, cunning smile, and oh god did he get tall and built and hot. You couldn't help staring until he turned to look at you and you quickly averted your eyes, not seeing his beautiful smile.

Dumbledore stood in front of the students and introduced you, you recognized a few faces from the last year you were here, surely they were all 2nd years then. Names weren't remembered but you knew those smug Gryffindor smiles, you had been a perfect after all. You gave a shy wave before smiling to your beloved Professor, stealing a glance down the table at the new teachers and old ones you loved.

Soon everyone was eating and enjoying conversation and you tried not to look back over at him during the entire dinner, unsure if your heart could actually take it. As soon as McGonagall or well Minerva was finished she smiled at you.

"It's good to see you taking the position, I couldn't see anyone else taking it beside my favorite Gryffindor." She smiles at you before glancing over at the students. "I was hoping you'd take the head of house when I finally leave." She touched your arm and it honestly warmed your heart.

"Oh, Minerva. I'd be honored but you're not allowed to leave. Not so soon, I just got here." You smile back at her before she just laughed softly. You meant the world to her.

"Oh your right, but there's no other Gryffindor that deserves it more." She hums before dinner is dismissed and you all get up to leave. You kept chatting with Minerva until you were both outside the great hall. Finally after saying goodbye you turned and bumped right into Neville Longbottom!

"Oh- h-Hey Neville." You whisper trying to appear cool and not looking totally shocked by how hot he's gotten. Sure he was hot 7th year, but this. This is drop your panties hot, I won't regret this one nightstand hot, please marry me right now hot.

"Hey Y/N. Hey, you okay?" He hummed waving his hand in front of your face to try and get your attention back.

"Oh what. Um. Yeah?" You mumble looking up at him, a soft blush on your cheeks.

"You kinda zoned out there for a second. You okay?" Neville asked generally concerned for you.

"Yeah. I'm cool I'm cool." You smile slightly glancing at the ground before Neville softly smiles.

"Good, I'm glad I'm not the only new teacher here now. Plus it's good to have a friend on my side." He teased before you both started down the hall heading nowhere.

"Oh please, who didn't like you in school, you had that charm." You teased pushing your hair behind your ear. All your planning didn't prepare you for how nervous you were right now.

"Oh, I remember you threatening to hex me a few times so at first you." He chuckled softly before gazing at you with a tender smile.

You just couldn't take it, the same sweet boy, the same Gryffindor you crushed on and always talked about. "You gotta stop looking at me like that or we're gonna have a problem." You huff crossing your arms looking away from him.

He just smiled knowing you weren't very threatening, at least not to him. "Oh? and why is that?" He questioned softly touching your arm and the spot felt on fire.

"You know why Neville Hotbottom-" You covered your mouth as quickly as you could but it was no use it was already out, god you remembered when you and Hermione first came up with that name as a joke and here you were blushing madly hard over it.

He just raised an eyebrow at you before chuckling softly, "So that kind of problem."

You wanted to say you were sorry and run, wanted to quit right then and there, just wanted to be anywhere but there at that moment. Neville clearly saw this and ran his hand up your arm to your shoulder. "Hey, it's okay, promise."

"No! it's not" you squeaked before hiding your face in your hands. "I'm just gonna go, I'm so sorry," you whisper quickly turning to leave but his hand stops you.

"Go on a date with me first." He called out not caring as a few students stopped to stare. Man, had he grown as he stared at you with a soft smile. "Please?"

"Why?" You whisper removing your hands from your face slowly, feeling as if this was a joke.

"Cause you're cute and I've crushed on you since we were in school. Plus you're totally awesome like cmon do you really need me to go into detail?" He smiled softly before letting his hand fall off your shoulder so you could leave if you wish.

You thought for a moment, Neville wasn't the blushing, chubby kid you had heart eyes for, no he was a man now and he clearly knew what he wants. Who were you to deny him? "Alright, when." You whisper to hide your excitement and nervousness.

"Tomorrow, midnight in the greenhouse." And with a smile, he was heading off towards the greenhouses no doubt. "Don't be late." He teased before turning a corner.

You wanted to slide down the wall and scream and cry all at once. But you just cleared your throat and heading downs your quarters and office waiting until you were behind the door to jump onto your bed screaming that you had a date with Neville.

Tomorrow night couldn't of come slower, between first classes and seeing him at breakfast, lunch, and dinner you wondered what Hotty Pants had planned for you two tonight. Soon enough you would find out.

Calling on the help of both Albus and Minvera you settled with a soft black sundress with a gold trim. A pair of gold hoops, and a simple chain necklace and you were ready. Albus had offered to do your makeup and even though you were curious if he could you turned him down and just applied a soft red lipstick. Minvera hugged you mumbling about how you were all grown up now before you just chuckled and waved them goodbye as you headed for the greenhouse.

Did you not expect a starry sky enchantment on the roof of the greenhouse or the small twinkling lights of what, Christmas lights? Nor the beautiful picnic laid out before you. God Neville surely knew what he was doing.

And popping a bottle of red wine had all nervous slipping away within one glass, which is all the both of you had. You wanted to remember this night and everything that followed. Including him leaning in to kiss your cheek and you turning to capture his lips. The surprising sound he made as he pulled you into a soft embrace. After the loving kiss how you laid your head on his chest and just enjoyed the starry sky enchantment and the soft lights and being close to someone you could love. Plus jokes and talking about school life made everything seem not bad for a while.

At that moment you both decided you never wanted to be apart for long again. And slowly, you two became the "relationship goals" of the whole school and it was well worth it all.

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