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dreamingonfilm · 1 year
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✧˖*°࿐ Pumpkin Bread pt. 2 | N.L
Neville Longbottom x gn!reader, fluff
Summary: In which your relationship with Neville blooms in ways you could never imagine.
Part 1
w/c: 2.3k
Request: Yes
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Your relationship with Neville grew close rather quickly, and more often than not, you’d find yourself hanging out with the boy in the greenhouse for hours; your secrets being shared in between fits of laughter and embarrassment. However, this was not to say that it was easy, there had been many times where your mouth seemed to run off on its own, a deep regret flushing through your whole body whenever you’d realize that you had just insulted your new-found friend. But thankfully, the boy always understood.
Today was the last day of your detention, and you’d now be able to spend your free time however you’d want. Four weeks ago, you were impatiently praying for this day to come sooner, knowing that you would no longer be obligated to spend time in the greenhouse. But now, the end of your punishment was something that you had been dreading, all thanks to the shy Gryffindor who knew so much about plants. 
You had forgotten about a life that didn’t include you stressing over Herbology, or your yelling at the brown haired boy whenever he’d get mud on your robe. How were you to continue as normal, if this was what you now craved? The long walks back to your dorms as you two tried to make the most of the time you had left, the way his fingers would brush over yours every time he handed you pumpkin bread, and the way he would hug you each time you’d show him your latest Herbology quiz grade – a mere 72% blotched with red ink, something that he was so proud of you for.
Neville became a part of your everyday life, and you almost hated yourself for it. 
And just like all the other days during these past few weeks, you found yourself in that cold glass room alongside him. 
“(Y/N), can you pass me the scissors?” The boy’s voice broke through the calm ambiance. You looked up at him before passing him the small object from your hands. 
As he took care of the plants, ones you didn’t know the name for, you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen after today. His hands gently touched the plant, as the small snips filled the room; your eyes dancing between his concentrated face and the tender movements of his fingers. This is what you wanted every evening to look like.
Your eyes danced for a few seconds more before you dropped down to the floor with a small huff. The boy laughed softly before turning around to face you. Your habits now memorized as he grew to know you like the back of his hand. If it was attention that you wanted, then attention you would get. 
“What is it this time, hm?” His gaze softened as he watched you dramatically woe. 
“Nothing!” You responded rather aggressively, turning away from him to face the wall.
He nodded before returning back to his plants, “Very well then.” 
You stared at him dead-panned, as you now realized that he grew accustomed to your antics. The air now becoming more stuffy as you try to figure out how you were going to ask him. Finally, after a few seconds of fiddling with your fingers, you spoke.
“Actually,” you looked up towards him, “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
“Hmm?” the boy hummed in response, still attending to the plants, not bothering to turn around to look at you.
The frog in your throat grew large before you finally asked, “What’s going to happen to us after today?”
He froze. His eyes now concentrated on his hands, not bothering to finish tending to the leaves that he was once so focused on. After a few moments of silence, he finally turned around, staring into your eyes as he brought himself down to you.
You scooted over to the side as he took in the space next to yours. His lanky legs filling in whatever room there was once left, and his body so close to yours that you could almost smell the detergent he used to do his laundry yesterday. He awkwardly turned his face towards yours, and gave you a small smile.
“Well, I’d imagine you’d go back to ignoring me, is that it?” 
You tried to figure out whatever look was now on his face. He seemed almost sad but at the same time, hopeful? This boy, one that has consistently slipped beneath your fingers and has accidentally hidden himself from the gaze of others, was now the only person that you could talk to without growing tired. Whenever you’d give him a cold glare, or sneered his name in a way that could only resemble Draco Malfoy, all he would do is give you a smile back, handing you his sweater – leaving a smudge of dirt on your hands. You wouldn’t get angry, you couldn't even find yourself to yell, this reckless and clumsy boy has now found himself in your heart. How could you ever go back to ignoring him, when his mere existence was enough for you to stand alone?
“No!” you looked down at your feet sheepishly, noticing how the tips of his shoes were touching yours – both of your knees rocking back and forth, “unless, you don’t want to talk to me anymore?”
You turned over to look at him, both of your noses almost touching as you felt his breath hit yours. A soft look in his eyes indicating that whatever feelings were locked in this garden, were those shared between both of you. 
“Then I guess it’s settled,” he stood up, grabbing hold of your hands and pulling you with him as he made his way back to the unattended plants, “you’re stuck with me.”
With a nervous smile, you grabbed hold to the scissors, helping him with whatever was left to tend to. He watched you in adoration – a feeling that would quickly come and go between the anxiousness of knowing that you were now his to keep outside this room. Neville’s heart was simply too full of love, and if it weren’t for you asking him that one simple question earlier, he feared that it would explode onto the glass ceiling for everyone to see. 
It was a love that was shared between him, you, and whatever poor plant you managed to get your hands on. The dirt on your face, and his thumb rubbing it off softly. Your hair full of leaves, and him there to pick them out.
“Don’t look until I tell you to!” The boy laughed, his large hands covering your eyes as he blindly led you to a place unknown.
You hesitantly nodded as you continued to walk, hearing the snapping of twigs and crunching of the dry grass below you. Small beams of the summer sunlight somehow managed to sneak in through his fingers, as you tried to figure out where on Earth you could be. If it were anyone else, they would be on the floor right now, you leaning over them as you call them almost every bad name in the book, but thankfully it was just Neville; you’d follow him blindly to hell if he asked it of you.
After 15 minutes of walking you finally came to a halt. The breeze ran past your shoulders as the boy slowly took his hands away from your face. You groaned at first, trying to adjust your eyesight to the brightness, before looking ahead at the scene that Neville had been keeping hidden.
A beautiful garden in full bloom, all different types of colors drowning in a pool of petals and thorns, dozens of plants whose names you couldn’t memorize no matter how long you tried. A small porcelain fountain right at the center that was flowing with fresh water. And right at the front, in Neville’s terrible handwriting, a sign that said “Our Garden.”
You were smiling so hard that the apples of your cheeks were starting to hurt, something that never in your life you’d imagine would be possible, and for the first time ever, there was no anger, there was no coldness, and there was no hatred. It was just pure happiness, one that was bestowed to you by the same boy that you couldn’t stand nearly half a year ago.
You turned around and wrapped him in a hug. “When, I mean, how,” you stuttered over your words, nearly mimicking him, “did you do this?”
“My Nan helped. She knew how much it would mean to you.”
“But it’s summer, how are they in full bloom?”
“Ever heard of magic, petal?” He laughed at your confused face.
“But, we aren’t allowed to use magic outside of school, and–”
“(Y/N), stop worrying so much. You sound just like me,” he released you from the hug and gave you a kiss on the forehead, “there’s a reason I said we’d have to keep this secret.”
You laughed silently through your nose and nodded, making your way hand in his to the garden. You admired the new found life with a sense of appreciation that wasn’t there before, pointing to each one and asking the boy beside you what it was. He would answer each time, not growing impatient, now even bothered when you’d forget seconds later. 
“And this one?”
“Asphodel.”
“And this one?”
“That’s - that’s also Asphodel.”
And after hours of admiration and awe, your attention was now placed fully on him. You took notice of his overgrown hair that fell right below his eyes, his slender fingers as he placed a daisy in your hair, the way he bit his lip out of nervousness from doing so. Here, right in front of you, in this garden, was the first day of your life.
If it were six months earlier, you would have greedily grabbed at it; squishing it in the palm of your hand before it had the chance to choose for itself. But when it came to Neville, you were not greedy. You wanted to yell his name out to the world, This is my friend Neville, you’d shout with a voice so full of hunger, And I’m so utterly in love with him that it makes me sick!
The daisy on your ear now stood on its own as the boy's fingers interlocked with yours. A shy smile on his face as he looked you in the eyes, the same eyes that he wanted to drown in. He’d throw himself in if it meant that he could be with you forever. 
“What are you thinking about?” You asked, both of your faces close, the air almost intimate.
“You.” He whispered, if it were any more quiet you would have mistaken it for the breeze.
“Mmm, what about me?”
“I just,” he took a deep breath in, the boy was scared and you knew it, “I just, really like you (Y/N). And I’m w-worried that you’re only going to ever see me as your friend, and that one day you’re going to find someone that can give you something more than a few plants an–”
Suddenly he found your lips pressed against his. His eyes opened wide at the sudden contact, but slowly closed themselves as he started to kiss you back. His hands made their way to your waist, and yours to his neck. You stayed like this for a few seconds; your teeth hitting the others as you both would laugh into the kiss, both of you trying to figure out what you were doing. It was an awkward first kiss, but it was yours. 
You both pulled away, your foreheads leaning against each other as you decided to break the silence, “It’s our garden, is it not?”
He nodded. 
“Then why would I ever leave.”
He smiled softly and brought his lips back down to yours. A kiss, short and simple, packed with so much tender love. A love that you couldn’t wait to explore for the rest of your life. And once again you found yourself hand in hand with the brunette, a grin placed upon both of your lips as you made your way back to his house, knowing that this was now the beginning of a new chapter that included something more.
His feet tripping over yours as you’d laugh at his clumsiness, the garden in full view, and in the oven – freshly baked pumpkin bread. 
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witchthewriter · 2 years
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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  
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🌿ISFJ 🍁Gryffindor  📜Chaotic Good   🔮Leo Sun, Cancer Moon, Virgo Rising
SFW🌿
⭑ Neville might be a tad clueless at times, but he means well
⭑ He always boils the kettle so it’s on when you get home from work
⭑ Always a vase full of flowers and fridge full of groceries 
⭑ Your home is covered in plants; from the mundane basil plant, to a snapping flower that could take a finger off. 
⭑ You barely fight/argue. Because you both don’t like raised voices. So instead, you make sure to air your grievances healthily, rather than let them build up (like both of your guardians did).
⭑ When Neville was asked to be the Herbology Professor at Hogwarts, you were both overjoyed. 
⭑ It was a slightly difficult transition, but you settled in. 
⭑ Because you weren’t interested in teaching, you, also an old Hogwarts student, were asked to help in the hospital wing. 
⭑ Although she wouldn’t dare admit it, Madame Pomfrey was growing old. 
⭑ Neville and yourself moved into a room that you had never seen before. It was high in a tower, overlooking the grounds. Like some sort of apartment, or mini common room that led to a private chamber. 
⭑ It had enough room for all your plants, herbs, tinctures, and potions. A big four-poster bed sat in the middle of the bedroom, with an ensuite in the left-hand corner. 
⭑ It felt like a true home. Especially since it was at Hogwarts. 
⭑ Neville has a lot of sweaters and cardigans, which you often steal. 
⭑ Unfortunately, Trevor died a few years ago. So you scowered shops, markets and pet stores to find a toad. But because of the influx of students, most pets were gone. Except for a three-legged cat, who was missing an eye. No one seemed to want the sweet thing. 
⭑ So you surprised Neville with the old cat and he loved him.
⭑ Neville called him ‘Brixton,’ but the cat mainly goes by ‘Twinkle-toes’, ‘BeeBee’ and any variation of words that you feel at the moment. 
⭑ He curls around Neville’s legs and reaches up for a cuddle. (One time Brixton followed Neville to class and sat in on the lesson.) 
⭑ You both sit at the professor’s table in the Great Hall, but that’s mainly on special occasions or at the beginning and end of a school year
⭑ Normally there’s a mini-feast waiting for you in your chambers. 
⭑ When Neville is reading, you’ll walk up behind him and massage his shoulders 
⭑ Other times you’ll wrap your arms around him and pull him away 
⭑ He likes to hold you close; your body pressed to his chest. Heartbeats slowing as you fall asleep together 
⭑ There’s always a full, cold cup of tea on the kitchen bench because someone forgot about it
⭑ Neville smells like mint, lemongrass, and the smoke of a crackling fire. 
⭑ You live at Hogwarts when the school year ends, and help around the castle 
⭑ Neville always goes to the Quidditch matches, while you wait in the hospital dorm, fearing the worst. One time you had to treat a squashed nose and Neville nearly fainted. 
⭑ Neville can be very romantic, especially when the radio is on and you’re in the living room. He’ll pull you up for a dance 
⭑ You visit Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, and Luna. Although they have busy lives, you’ve sworn to keep in contact 
⭑ Relationship Tropes: 
  ✧ Childhood Friends to Lovers
  ✧ Similar Personalities 
  ✧ You Confessed Your Love When Thinking He Was Unconscious 
NSFW🔞minors dni!
⭑ You would think that Neville is tender and sweet with you. But he ravishes you like it’s the last time he’ll ever touch you.
⭑ He’s passionate and endearing. Always keeping you on your toes.
⭑ Neville is dominant but not to the point where he calls you names. He prefers to physically feel in control. With his hand squeezing your neck while your tongues dance in each other’s mouths 
⭑ Neville likes when you call him sir, master, and professor. It feels so dirty, thinking about bending you over a desk and pulling up your skirt. 
⭑ He definitely has an enchanted picture of you naked, sucking on his cock
⭑ Neville loses himself when he’s thrusting inside of you. His face will press against yours as he pumps in and out, the movements setting you on fire in the best way
⭑ His favourite position varies - there isn’t just one. He likes to fuck you up against a wall, over a table, while he’s on top of you etc 
⭑ He becomes so gentle with you afterward. He whispers how well you did, how good you made him feel. 
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qtssvnwoo · 1 year
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hii ik ive requested before but could i request a neville x huff!reader where like the reader is really loud and extroverted and has adhd but neville is his quiet self and he loves listening to her ramble about everything and anything? <333333 love your work bestie
You can request as many times as you'd like bestie <333
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Neville wasn’t exactly the most extroverted person. He was typically quiet and didn’t say too much in class unless called upon. He had very few friends, and he honestly kept to himself a lot. Neville was picked on and teased for being ‘forgetful’ and sometimes, it made him sad, but he knew that what the people said was true, so he didn’t mind all too much. 
You on the other hand were like a bouncy ball. You’d talk and talk and talk until you physically could not. You were very energetic and tended to convey that into your words. You had quite a few friends and you were known for talking really fast. People liked you, and knew you as ‘the energetic Hufflepuff’. You had a habit of telling everyone everything and some found it quite annoying, but you didn’t care. 
Thats why, when Neville asked you out one day during fourth year, people were surprised when you said yes. They were even more surprised when you two continued to date for the years following. You and Neville were polar opposites and people found it odd that you two had been together for so long. 
“His quietness would send me through the roof.” Some people would say.
Or
“She’s too loud, and she is quite energetic. I would get annoyed quickly.” Others would say.
But, you never listened to them. Probably because you were too focused on talking to Neville. 
“OH OH OH OH OH. AND THEN, and then Cathrine told Henry that she never actually liked him! Can you believe that? After seven years together you think she would’ve truly liked him. I mean, if it was me, I would’ve never been with Henry because I’m convinced his favorite food is garlic bread! He always smells like garlic. I actually like Garlic I think it's yummy. And I like dipping it in pasta. Do you like Pasta Neville?” 
Neville smiled up at you from where he was sitting. He was trying to do his herbology homework but he was so engrossed in listening to you that his homework had made its way back into his bag. You two were sitting underneath the tree in the courtyard, and Neville watched as you laughed and smiled. Truth is, he was more paying attention to your lips moving and the sound of your laugh than your story, but he still answered you. 
“I like Pasta.” 
“Oh that's good because I LOVE Pasta, if I could eat pasta everyday I could. Well, maybe not everyday because I would get sick of it, and if I got sick of pasta I would be so sad because I LOVE pasta Neville. I really like when they put that white sauce on the pasta too, with the chicken. OH speaking of chicken, did you know my brother has a chicken farm in Italy! He raises chickens, Neville! Can you believe that?”
“I cannot.” 
“Me either, I could never be around chickens. They smell and they are very very loud. Kind of like Henry. OH OH OH Did I tell you that Henry and Cathrine aren’t together? They broke up because Cathrine said that she never liked him.”
You continued to talk, all your stories and little speeches always got mixed and tangled together, but you somehow managed to always bring it back to the main point. 
Neville sat in the courtyard listening to you rant about everything for the next hour, but he didn’t mind it. He loved the way your voice sounded, how you would laugh at your own jokes and the way you always asked him a question every now and then to keep him interested in the conversation. 
People walked past and they wondered how you two could stand each other. But you knew that with Neville’s quietness, and your chattiness, you were a perfect match. And no one could ever make you think otherwise.
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thatblackravenclaw · 2 years
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The Date
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Neville Longbottom x fem!reader
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warning(s): fluff, cursing, smut-ish, dry humping-ish, not proofread
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I can’t believe I agreed to another blind date. Tiffany owes me a lifetime of Cauldron Cakes if this doesn’t work out. The last time I went to one of these, she set me up with Justin Finch of all people and all he did was talk about himself. I just drank Butterbeer until he become barely. The date finally ended about two, agonizing hours later. As soon as we got back in the castle, we went our separate ways and I have not talked to him since.
Now, I’m sitting in Madam Puddifoot’s, in a corner, ten minutes early, trying to guess who my mystery date is. Tiff knows pretty much everyone at Hogwarts so it could be anybody really, but she only dates tools so I doubt it’ll be anyone good.
Five minutes go by before I hear the bell above the front door ring. It’s Neville. He looks a bit nervous. This is honestly the last place I thought I would see him. It’s not a very crowded place, so it’s good for an introverted person like him, but it’s a bit.. girly for him. But since he’s here, I can’t help but admire him. He’s gotten taller since we first got to university. He towers over a good amount of people at school. Even some of the professors.
His eyes wander around the room as if he’s looking for someone. Considering the only single person in here is me, I’m guessing that I’m his date. I get up from the table and walk over to him. His height is definitely intimidating up close, but his shyness makes it less intimidating.
“Hi Neville,” I say as gently as possible. I guess it works since I can visibly see him relax.
“Hi y/n,” He says not quite at a normal tone, but not a whisper either.
“I guess I’m your date,” A small smile wipes on my face. He nods his head, and we walk to where I was sat.
“I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I ordered an herbal tea. That alright?” I ask as we sit down. He nods his head again and I nod in acknowledgement.
It’s quiet for a bit before Madam Puddifoot comes back with our tea.
“Anything else for you dearies?” I look over at him to see if he wants anything.
“Ginger Newts? Please?” She warmly smiles at him and toddles to the back. The quietness takes over again. I reach a hand over and hold his.
“You don’t have to be nervous Nev. It’s just me.” His eyes soften and he lets out an exhale.
“Y-You’re actually the prettiest girl in our grade.” My smile can’t help but widen at getting a full sentence out of him.
“Only in our grade? Damn, looks like I gotta aim for prettiest in the school.” He smiles at that, and we drink our tea.
The conversation goes smoothly after that. He loosened up. Even started telling some jokes. I laughed so hard that people started looking over in our corner. We would just shush each other and continue laughing. As we finished the tea and Ginger Newts, we decided to go walk around outside. The snow hasn’t hit us quite yet, so the weather is bearable. I learned that he loves Herbology. He has almost every type of plant at his house. He learned that I had a crush on him from our 1st to our 3rd year. The time went by fast. Too fast.
We barely make curfew as we stumble in. Our laughing turns into hushed tones, but smiles stay upon our faces.
“Do you want to come to my room? I think Harry and Ron said something about going to Hagrid’s and Dean and Seamus snuck off somewhe-“
“Are you trying to get me into your bed Neville?” My tone is teasing, but his face still turns red.
“No! No! I just thought-“
“You’re okay Neville. Let’s go. I’ve always been curious as to what boy’s dorm rooms look like.” I take his hand and lead him to Gryffindor tower. The walk isn’t long. That’s a lie, it’s very long. Especially with all the steps, but being with him made it go by faster. We continued talking, kind of loudly, while the painting looked at us with disdain.
There aren’t many people in the common room. A few stragglers. Dean and Seamus are there, but they’re so wrapped up in each other that they don’t even notice Neville and I walking upstairs. He opens the door and sure enough we’re the only ones there. I walk all the way in and take a look around. It looks a bit different than the girls dorms. It also smells a bit different than the girls dorm. I can tell the one in the middle is Harry’s. Seems fitting as he’s “the chosen one”. Whatever that means. I look back and see Neville standing next to a bed.
“I’m assuming this one is yours?”
He nods.
“Wanna sit?”
He nods again. I walk over and sit down while he’s unmoving.
“Nev, I thought we got over the shyness?” I pat the spot next to me and wait for him to sit down. Once he does, I hold his hands and look at him.
“Have you ever been with a girl Neville?” He shakes his head no. I lift a hand to his cheek and look into his eyes.
“Do you want to?” He doesn’t say anything. Almost like he’s frozen.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to do anything, but if you do, I need a verbal answer.”
“I,” he clears his throat, “I do.” I smile and lean in closer to him. My nose lightly bumps his before I peck his lips. I lean back to assess how he’s feeling. His eyes are still close, and his lips are slightly puckered, stuck in this kiss. I chuckle and lean back in. I reconnect our lips and at that moment swear that I will study every day as long as I get kiss Neville for the rest of my life. He says he’s never been with a girl but the way his lips move against mine tell me differently.
My legs straddle his lap, and my hands move down to the side of his neck. I can tell he’s hesitant to do anything else, so I help him by wrapping his arms around my waist. His arms tighten around me, bringing up closer. I move a bit to settle on his lap and feel a slight bulge meet my clothed core. Our lips momentarily part, but not by much. He groans against my lips and it’s one of the most beautiful sounds to ever reach my ears.
I kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck. He shudders underneath me which motivates me more. I remove myself from his lap and stand up. My top is first to go. His eyes are darkened as they stare at my figure. I raise my blouse slowly above my head. Only left in my lilac lace bra, I slowly unbuckle the belt to my jeans. I move them down my thighs and they fall down to my feet, revealing the matching panties.
“You gonna leave me half-naked by myself?” I tease. He gets up and takes his clothes off in record time. I try not to laugh so I don’t ruin the moment, but the way he almost trips on his trousers has me smiling to myself.
I take my place back on his lap and roll my hips against his crotch. My lips reconnect to his neck, and I kiss around until I find what I’m looking for.
“Fuck me,” I hear escape his lips.
Found it.
I suck on it while continuing to roll my hips. His noises become whimpers which goes straight down to my pussy.
“Can we- fuck. Can we try something?” I nod my head yes while slowing down my motions. His hands take a hold of my hips and bring me to a complete stop. I whimper at the loss of friction. My eyes move with the motion of his hands. He pulls his dick from his briefs and moves my panties to the side. He runs a finger through my folds and collects my slick, groaning at the feeling. He takes his finger and rubs it over his tip. It’s my turn to groan. I think I know what his idea was.
I wait until he moves his finger to place my pussy right on his shaft. He closes his eyes and I take the chance to place my lips on his. His arms take their rightful place back around my waist and I continue rocking my hips. His tip brushes up against my clit and I can’t help but to moan into his mouth. I rock a bit faster, and I feel him throbbing underneath me. I pull back reluctantly to catch a breath and his lips chase after mine. I’m embarrassed to admit how much that one simple thing turned me on. One more hip roll and my orgasm unexpectedly washes over me. I shudder and collapse into his figure but don’t stop. The overstimulation has me moaning in his ear. His hips start to roll up and meet mine. His soft moaning turns becoming louder, mixing with mine. His hold tightens and then his hips shudder to a stop. The sound he makes, makes me want to go a second round.
He loosens his hold and I look down in between us. His cum is still coming out in spurts. The sight alone should be in a porno. I take my index finger and swipe a bit of cum. My eyes close as the tanginess hits my tongue. The sound of the doorknob makes us turn our heads in sync. I reach over for my wand and close his curtains around us.
“Who’s been fucking in here? Damn!” Dean exclaims from the doorway. I hide my face in Neville’s neck as we silently laugh.
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nevsdoll · 1 year
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PART 2 PLEASE IM BEGGUNG
bad grade pt.2 | professor longbottom
neville longbottom x fem!reader
summary! y/n isn't satisfied with her grades being better because all she wants is the one who writes them - PART 1
warnings; NSFW +18 SMUT! | PROFESSOR X STUDENT !!! | vulgar vocabulary, cheating, "degrading" i think, vaginal sex... (lmk if i missed any!!)
a/n: THANK YOUUUU I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THE FIRST ONE AND I HAD BEEN WONDERING IF I SHOULD WRITE PART 2 FOR DAYSSSS!!!! i hope you guys like it (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)♡
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two months past since that day at the greenhouse and your grades improved from a zero with a poorly drawn sad face to a eighty with a "well done, miss y/ln" everytime he handed you the results of last written-test.
but even if your grades were better and everyone seemed to be proud of you, you couldn't care less about those numbers.
you wondered if that's what he wanted from you. you wondered if he thought about you all the time like you did with him. you wondered if maybe, just maybe, if yours marks started going down once more, your very loved professor, neville longbottom, would want to touch you help you again.
that day professor longbottom had to give out the results of last quiz. a quiz you purposely wrote the answers wrong. he stepped in front of you handing you the paper. "y/n, i would like to see you at the end of the class." you had been waiting for him to say those words to you, but when it happened you had a bittersweet feeling. he didn't look disappointed he just looked angry. the paper didn't have a sad face drawn, just a zero on top with a overly red dot beside it that indicated he had his pen placed on the same spot for a while.
during the day, your mind was going back and forth on the same thoughts and your hand no longer between your thighs but close to your lips trying not to bite each nail off your fingers in regret on what you had done.
finally, you knocked on the greenhouse door just before entering with a softly "good afternoon, professor". just as last time, his eyes were focused on a plant and your call made him turn.
"good afternoon, y/n. come, sit here..." he sat on a chair next to were he indicated while watching you do as he said. you took a deep breath and opened your mouth with the intention of apologizing. "you know? what i found most interesting is the way your explanations are perfect but then the conclusion is wrong" he looked at you with a serious look.
you played with your hands and started speaking, "i'm sorry, professor, i thought that-"
"i know what you thought, y/n" he said with a dry tone. neville looked at you and took your chin with his fingers, making you rise your face to his. "how is it that a clever girl like you would do something so stupid?" your legs clenched together at those words. slowly, the professor started caressing your cheek.
"please, professor..." your eyes wide open looking at his and your hands almost scratching your thighs. "please, i need you to touch me again..." neville opened his eyes in shock, finally realizing everything he had caused.
he moved his hand away from your cheek and slowly shook his head. "but i can't, y/n, i did that to help you and look at what you did..." he breath out looking at you with those puppy eyes he unconsciously did when he was disappointed. "i can't do that again."
"then, let me touch you..."
"you know that's not what i mean" his dry tone came back and seriousness took over his eyes again. "i shouldn't have done that and it can never happen again... not even if you hadn't done what you've done, i just can't cheat on my wife."
you felt your heart breaking. of course you knew he had a wife, who could "hannah" be if not his wife? but you wished you were wrong. you took a deep breath as your professor looked away, "i promise i won't tell anybody and i will never try something like that again, but please, i need you." he looked at you and shook his head again.
"i can't. not knowing i can't stop thinking about you even though you are my student." you felt your cheeks go warm at the words and without thinking you threw yourself onto him for a kiss. he took you on his arms while fully giving himself to you as he sat you on the table to place himself in front of you, just like last time.
without pulling your lips away from his, you unbottoned his pants while trying to pull them down with your feet, which were basically just rubbing themselves on his buttcheeks clumsily and made him laugh inside the kiss. you pulled away embarrassed. "i'm sorry..." you whispered nervously.
"it's fine" he laughed softly and kissed your forehead. he continued by kissing your lips once more and slowly starting to caress your thighs below your skirt. quickly, he lowered his pants to next completely take off your panties. "are you sure you want to do this?"
"i'm sure." you smiled shyly, playing with the edge of his boxers. you were usually quiet but at this time, you just couldn't wait to take them off. the feeling on your pussy was more than what you could stand. "fuck me, professor." he laughed and kissed your lips once more, making your heart and your lower area to pump even faster. he pulled away and licked his fingers, you just stared at them swallowing nervously, completely desperate and wanting them inside you. he inserted them were you most needed him but you knew it wasn't enough.
he looked at you, knowing what you were thinking, "don't worry, y/n. i just don't want you to get hurt." he smiled and gave you a peck on the lips before taking his fingers from your insides. he lowered his boxers, giving you full sight of erected cock. you gasped in shock. to you, it was huge, but of course, you hadn't seen any other one to compare, so you really didn't know. but it was. it was big.
"is it going to fit?" you asked scared.
"of course it is..." he looked at you, noticing the terrified look on your face. "but don't worry. i'll be gentle." he took you on his arms again and slowly put it inside of you. you gasped again. "does it hurt?"
"a little bit..." you swallowed. "but it's okay. i can take it" he laughed at your response and started softly moving his hips. you closed your eyes. you thought that maybe your professor's dick inside of you shouldn't feel so good... but it did. it felt amazing. you tried not to moan, covering your mouth with your hand.
neville took the hand of in front your mouth. "i want to hear you." even though he just had spoken five words he turned you into a moaning mess. "that's better." your voice basically shoved into your professor's core and he mercilessly increased the pace, letting his voice out too. his low moans were music to your ears.
you melted together, enjoying the fire coming of your souls. at that time, you wondered if you loved him or he was just fucking you so good. how would you love your professor? how could that be? it was probably just the sex. not his plant-green eyes, his peach-toned lips, his soft brown hair, his beautiful growly voice. not the way he passionately taught all his students about the plants and his sweet fatherly personality. it couldn't be that.
your thoughts were interrupted by an upcoming orgasm that made your body feel like it exploded. you screamed and bit your lips scratching neville's shoulders. he smiled and kissed your lips. you smiled back but couldn't bring yourself to say: i love you, professor.
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hogwartseighthyear · 1 year
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lessons in apparition
“your girl” series: part 1 | part 2 | (part 3)
(can be read as a standalone)
pairing: neville longbottom x fem!reader word count: 1.9k tags: rated G, house-neutral reader, outsider POV, fluff, pre-relationship, injury mentioned but not in explicit detail, Y/N used summary: neville jumps to your rescue during an apparition lesson gone wrong. note: set in sixth year, it’s less neville’s friends knowing he’s stupidly in love with you and more so neville’s friends knowing you’re both stupidly in love with each other. i skimmed over chapter 18 of HBP for canon compliancy’s sake, and i had a lot of fun writing this one. enjoy and thanks for reading!   request: (anon) “Can I ask for a part 3 of your girl/part 2 of crush where we get more moments of nevilles friends knowing he's in love but in later years? The series is some of the best writing I've seen on Tumblr and you're so talented <3″ [x]   (crossposted here to AO3)
“I’m just saying, Ronald, it wouldn’t kill you to be a little more—”
“Ronald, it wouldn’t kill you to be a little more—”
“Oh, mocking me again? Hilarious, really. That one certainly never gets old.”
“It’s not my fault you’re too bloody uptight to take a joke!”
“And it’s not my fault you’re too empty-headed to come up with anything original!”
Harry sighed as Ron and Hermione descended into yet another petty fight. They’d been at each other’s throats for months now, ever since Lavender had firmly attached herself to Ron’s side (and attached her mouth to his mouth, constantly), and Harry was getting quite tired of it.
It was Saturday morning—the morning of their second Apparition lesson—and despite the fact that the three of them had walked to the Great Hall together, Ron and Hermione had been so busy having a spat that they hadn’t said a single word to Harry the whole way there. So it wasn’t at all surprising that neither of them seemed to notice when Harry stepped away and swiftly headed off in the opposite direction.
He loved Ron and Hermione dearly, of course, but if he had to listen to them fight for a single minute longer he was certain he’d go insane.
The wooden hoops were already spread out on the floor and all the other sixth years chattered amongst themselves as they filtered into the Hall and found their places. Harry was careful not to trip as he weaved through the room, scanning his classmates for a friendly face. He would’ve liked to have taken the chance to eavesdrop on Malfoy again, just like the previous lesson, but he and his Slytherin cronies weren’t present yet.
“Oh, hello, Harry!”
Harry turned to find Neville waving happily at him. You were also there at Neville’s side, as you often were, and you sent Harry a smile. Harry let out a breath of relief and walked over. Perhaps he was only trading one pair of oblivious friends for another, but at least the two of you were actually pleasant to be around.
“Hey, Neville, Y/N. Mind if I stand with you guys?” Harry asked.
“‘Course not, you’re always welcome. Are Ron and Hermione still…?” Neville trailed off with a grimace.
“Being complete dunderheads?” Harry filled in. “Yes, unfortunately.”
You and Neville peered across the Great Hall over Harry’s shoulder, where said dunderheads were still arguing. Ron’s face was flushed red with anger and Hermione’s hand gestures had become increasingly animated. People were starting to cast odd looks their way, and Professor McGonagall was already approaching with a stern expression. Presumably to break up their squabble and take away house points.
“Goodness. They fight like an old married couple,” you commented.
“A miserable old married couple,” Neville said.
Harry thought the comparison was a bit ironic. If any two students at Hogwarts acted like an old married couple, it was you and Neville—but in a more wholesome and heartwarming way. So much so that it was a little sickening at times.
Neville made your tea for you each morning at breakfast, just the way you like it. You straightened his tie and fixed his hair without being asked. You finished each other’s sentences and cry-laughed at inside jokes no one else could ever hope to understand.
Frankly, Harry thought it was almost offensive that you and Neville weren’t dating already, as did everyone else who knew the two of you. But whatever. It wasn’t exactly any of his business. And anyway, these days Harry already had to deal with enough unresolved romantic tension just by being in proximity of Ron and Hermione.
“Do either of you reckon anyone will actually manage to Apparate today?” Harry asked conversationally as the Heads of Houses gathered at the front of the Great Hall and began calling for everyone to ready up and find a hoop.
“Well it certainly won’t be me. But Padma told me she felt a ‘tugging sensation’ during the last lesson. She seems really determined,” you offered. “What about you, Harry? Nev said you’ve done it once before. Maybe you’ll pick it up quicker since you already know what it’s like.”
“Only a Side-Along,” Harry clarified. “I’m not keen to do it again, honestly. It felt awful. I’d rather take a broom if I need to go anywhere. Or, y’know, use my legs.”
“That’s understandable,” you said, nodding. “I’m still excited to learn how to Apparate, though. It must be so useful to pop from one place to another just like”—you snapped your fingers—“that.”
“I just hope no one gets Splinched again this time around,” Neville said with a little shudder. “Seeing Susan’s leg like that was—”
“—ghastly,” you finished. “Poor Susan.”
The sixth years in the Hall quieted down as Wilkie Twycross, the Apparition instructor from the Ministry, stepped forward and welcomed everyone to their second lesson. Without anymore preamble, he dove straight into the same lecture he had given a week before. Remember the three D’s! Destination, Determination, Deliberation!
Neville sarcastically mouthed along, making you giggle. In turn, Neville beamed at you like you’d hung all the stars in the sky. And Harry, watching the whole display, didn’t know whether the sugary sweetness of it made him want to smile or throw up. Still, your and Neville’s affection was leagues better than Ron and Hermione’s antagonism. So he really couldn’t complain.
Just like the week prior, the first few Apparition attempts yielded a great deal of staggering and stumbling, but nothing more. Harry still didn’t feel any sort of tugging or tingling. He just felt a bit silly, staring at a wooden hoop and spinning in place time after time to absolutely no avail.
“Merlin!” you huffed after the seventh attempt. “Why do we even have to twirl like this? I swear I’ve seen people Disapparate without twirling.”
Standing between you and Harry, Neville had squeezed his eyes shut and bent forward to rest his hands on his knees, trying to ride out his dizziness. “I dunno. Aesthetic and flare?” he guessed.
You snorted. “Imagine!”
“Determination!” Twycross was reminding everyone from the front of the Hall. “Feel the yearning to occupy the hoop throughout your body, mind, and soul. Let it overcome you.”
Nearby, Seamus had sprawled out on the floor with a defeated expression, and Professor Flitwick was worriedly holding a conjured bin in front of Terry’s face, which had turned a concerning shade of green.
After a short recess, the sixth years collected themselves as best they could and readied up for another go. There was a distinct, mounting tension in the air. This would be the class’s eighth attempt. Nothing had happened yet, but the trend had to break eventually. The question was who would be the first, and how.
Though Harry knew the universe had a penchant for repeatedly placing him in extraordinary situations at the center of everyone’s attention, he really, really hoped it wouldn’t be him. He would be just fine if he never Apparated again in his life, thank you very much.
“Alright, students. Once again, on my count,” Twycross announced. “One… two… THREE!”
There was a loud CRACK, followed by a shriek of pain.
Harry whipped around to see you standing in your hoop, teetering in place, with one of your shoes sitting a short distance away. But it wasn’t just your shoe. It was your shoe with the foot still inside, just past the ankle.
Neville shouted in alarm. There was a second CRACK. And all of the sudden, Neville was also standing in your hoop, wrapping his arms around you to keep you from toppling over.
“PROFESSOR!” he yelled as you held onto him with a death grip, crying into the front of his sweater.
It was unclear which professor Neville was calling out for, but it didn’t seem to matter. Out of the four Heads of Houses in the Great Hall, it was Snape who happened to be the closest, and he quickly strode over in a great billowing mass of black robes. To general astonishment, Neville didn’t flinch or shrink away. He barely even glanced at Snape. All of his care and concern was focused entirely on you.
With a sharp wave of his wand, Professor Snape cast the proper spell, which shot off with a bang and a puff of purple smoke. Once the smoke cleared, Harry saw that your foot had been firmly reattached to your leg, though you still whimpered and clung to Neville.
The rest of the sixth years in the Hall, who had all been watching in silent shock, started to murmur. Harry rushed over to you and Neville.
“Y/N! Are you okay?” he asked.
“I-I think— I think I need to sit down,” you stammered through your tears.
Neville immediately lowered you to the floor, not releasing his hold on you. Harry followed, dropping to his knee as the three of you huddled together. You trembled fiercely.
“Do you need to be escorted to the hospital wing, Miss L/N?” Snape asked, his voice even and unexpressive. You had been one of his more competent Potions students when he was still teaching the subject, which was enough to spare you from his usual nastiness, apparently, despite Neville and Harry’s presence: Snape’s two least favorite students.
You shook your head, sniffling and wiping at your cheeks.
“Are you sure? Even for a Calming Draught?” Neville asked worriedly, patting you down as if checking for any other missing pieces.
“No, no. Just… give me a minute,” you breathed. “I’m okay. I’ll be okay.”
Snape stepped away, allowing you to collect yourself. Neville rubbed his hands up and down the sides of your arms, and Harry placed one of his own hands on your knee, giving it a supportive little pat. He wasn’t too adept at comforting other people, but he tried.
“Sir! I think Longbottom just Apparated!” someone from the crowd finally called out to Twycross, and the murmurs exploded into excited, noisy chatter.
“Longbottom? No way!”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Oh, come on!”
“I saw it! He Apparated!”
“It’s true, Longbottom Apparated!”
Neville frowned and glanced around at all the gawking students. “What? No I didn’t.”
“Yeah you did, mate,” Harry said. Despite the fact that he still felt rather shaken by the whole ordeal, a wide grin had worked its way onto his face. “You didn’t even have to do a spin.”
You laughed wetly in Neville’s arms. “I knew it. The twirls are useless.”
Twycross had wandered over to peer at the lot of you on the floor, his hands clasped behind his back. 
“Ah, yes. An excellent example of sufficient determination at work,” he said. He turned to address the other sixth years. “Your whole entire being must want to move to your desired location, and you must be unwavering in that want. Now, while Apparition may come easier in moments of high emotion, it will do all of you well to remember…”
Harry tuned out the rest of Twycross’s lecture, suppressing an eye roll, and looked back to you and Neville.
Neville had turned quite pink, and the enamored smile you were directing his way certainly didn’t help matters. Harry’s own face heated in embarrassment at the sight, feeling as though he was suddenly intruding on something far too tender for his own eyes. He quickly removed his hand from your knee. You didn’t seem to notice.
“You know you’re amazing, right?” you said to Neville.
“I didn’t really do anything—”
“Don’t,” you said gently, and reeled him in for a hug. Harry heard a muffled thank you against Neville’s shoulder. He took a shaky breath and held you tighter in response.
Harry stood and returned to his hoop, leaving you and Neville behind for a moment of privacy. Yeah, that was enough unresolved romantic tension for him today.
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crystlizabeth · 1 year
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Cute lil’ thing ain't you..
Neville Longbottom x Black!femreader Slytherin
Short!
Warnings: teasing, Not proofread!
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It wasn't often you found yourself looking over at the Gryffindor table, just for the back they annoyed most of them anyway. Nonetheless, you found yourself looking at a tall white boy who caught your eye. He was a shy little thing well not little he towered over so many people.
“You're staring again.” your friend said.
“How could you not look at him he's fine, would mind me a piece of him.” you spoke ending with a giggle, watching the girl roll her eyes at your comment.
“Girl be fuckin real he's probably scared of you, the poor kitty probably thinks you’re gonna eat him alive.” she taunted eyeing you.
You only glared at her but she was right, you felt as if he were afraid of you in a way but it didn't stop you from purposely sitting next to him or bumping into him in the castle halls.
Eventually, you found yourself with him in the library, he was in the herb section. Why not start a conversation, what could go wrong?
You walked next to him pretending to scan the books you saw him look down at you but only to hurriedly look back that the shelves. A small grin appeared on your lips. “Your Neville, right?” you asked looking to start the conversation. Your eyes glimpsed over at him, his dark fluffy hair covered his face you could feel the panic on him.
“It's alright I don't bite.” you joked, his head snapped to look at you. “I- I know sorry I.. Yeah I'm Neville.” he shutters over his word his body slightly moving toward you.
You let a chuckle come from you his shyness taking him over, his face was beat read yet you could still see his freckles his eyes squeeze shut. “Such an intimidating size yet you quiver like a kitten without it's mother..” you spoke softly.
He grabbed his book holding it close to his body looking down at you his mouth barely gaped, you could see his uneven teeth his heart-shaped lips pink just the same as his cheeks. “I don't quite understand what you mean..” he uttered, his bodyweight shifting on his feet nervously.
“Neville, hun you are well over six foot, yet you act like your tiny like a kitten, not a lion,” you stated simply. The words sounded harsher than you indicated it caused his brows to frown.
“O..oh is that bad..? I don't exactly want to be scary..” he stated nervously he's eyes finally meeting yours.
“I wouldn’t say so personally I think your a cute lil’ thing.” you said your arms crossing smirking you at the boy.
His body stood up straight, he hugged the book tighter his face once again going dark red.
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claywriting · 3 months
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Look out for me
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3600 words
first part of three: part two, part three
If you like I wrote another fic of neville, called "I can’t always be there to save you"
the Y/n is the same
Very, very slow burn
neville x f!reader
Being in the DA is one of the best things that happened to Y/n, not drawing attention on herself however has never been one of her abilities. When she found herself having to decide between defending Neville, which she isn't even so friend with or ending in the Umbridge hands she has no doubt, jumping at the rescue of the timid boy, not caring about the consequences. But this will have, and perhaps, not the ones expected.
The corridors of Hogwarts where colder that year, than ever before. Maybe only in the third year Neville found those colder, the terror of having the dementor roaming around the school and knowing that a serial killer was looking for the guy who slept in the bed near his almost make him go crazy that year. But in his fifth year the atmosphere if possible was even darker. The danger didn’t come from outside the school no more, but from the inside. The installation of the professor Umbridge was one of the worst things ever happened to the school; making the climate that the students had to endure the worst possible. Just walking around, talking freely, or looking too much could cause many problems to the younglings.
And there he was, walking alone in the afternoon, after the end of his lessons, going for the Room of Requirement, because Harry had that crazy idea, and now he was risking his neck to learn how to defend himself from crazy death eater and You-Know-who. He sighed, shaking his head, very lost in his thoughts, only listening the sound of his shoes on the floor of the empty hall; until a much faster sound captured his attention, someone coming very fast to his location. He raised his eyes just enough to look at his surrounding when a hand clashed on his back. “Hello, Darling. Going around alone? Mind if I walk with you? Pretty sure we are going in the same direction anyway and,” there she lowered her voice “Granger told us, better moving in pairs, less easy to pick on us.” A small laugh came out of a mouth next to Neville’s ear, as he moved his gaze to look at the girl that just crashed on his back.
Y/n was a year younger than him, a fellow Gryffindor, a normal girl. Pretty, Seamus once said, but no one had the courage to go tell her; her notorious hot head more than enough to keep any unwanted suitor away from her. But Neville had to agree with Seamus, she was, pretty. She had large shoulders, always waiting for one of the Weasley twins to fell of the broom (as she said) to be able to play, her hairs looked soft and well cured, even when she returned to the common room after study session they looked pretty, curled in a bum on top of her head; although that year she had cut them shorter, into a messy and carefree bob that was always, well... messy; but, and Neville could not explain that to himself, it looked like she wanted it to be like it, because even if it was chaotic, her hair looked better than ever. She had a happy smile, the one kind that make other people smile too, and a fast tongue that make her one of the targets both from the twins and the Umbridge, the firsts because they founded her annoyed words funny, and the second because she can’t seem to keep her mouth shout for her own good.
And, as the last part there were her eyes. Neville always tough that her eyes were the most mesmerizing eyes in the whole school. Able to go from looking like a sky before a storm, when she was studying or saw something that angered her, to the kindest and happiest one for almost nothing.
As one time she was clearly struggling with her head inside a book, reading for God know what time the same three lines; her face looked like she was about to explode and kill someone, and Ginny came to Neville asking for a courtesy.
“I have finished all my sweets,” she told him softly “don’t you happen to have something? This usually is enough to make her mood better.”
Now, Neville always was picked on by bullies, but after the year before when the girl crushed Gobble’s nose with her book to protect him, he felt a little more safe to walk around in the castle, especially when the girl was in the surroundings. So, he was eager to be able to help her, in everything, even the smallest thing. This was no exception, and the marvel when he noticed that, only tapping on her shoulder to offer her a candy, make her eyes transform in pure bliss. She accepted the candy so happily that make his heart warmer.
“Yes, I Know, but I didn’t find anyone; and…” he hesitated “going around with a girl is…”
She laughed, softly. “I swear Longbottom, I’ll be distant enough to not get us a detention, if someone comes by, okay?”
He nodded, slow.
“But seriously, ask me next time. I don’t like to go alone neither. And go picking Luna is a pain in the ass, I always send Ginny and Hermione. So, I don’t have to walk by myself for half of the castle.”
“She isn’t bad” tried to argue him.
“No, she is lovely. Don’t get me wrong.” She fasted explain “But, if you don’t mind, I prefer to walk with you.”
Some redness grew on the boy’s face, his hand twirling on each other’s. “I… like to walk with you too, Y/n.” he muttered.
“So, there isn’t any problem if we go together, only being safer. No cons, only pros.” She laughed, putting her hands in the pockets of the coat. “Am I wrong?”
The boy shakes his head. “As always, no, you aren’t.”
Another laugh left the lips of the girl next to him. She must have been of an extremely good mood that day, Neville thought, looking at her jumping happily in the middle of the hall, slightly ahead of him; he himself let go a smile, while looking at her. The thoughts in his head looking at the happy girl jumping and twirling her skirt, her bouncy hair free in the air, the laughter in her eyes. She was extremely good at making him happy, just by looking at her. He almost tend his hand to grab her when a cough reclaimed their attention behind them.
“Longbottom.” a snarky voice make him  froze on the spot, and slowly turn around.
The malefic trio behind them, Draco was looking at Neville with a smirk on his face, and behind him Cabble and Goyle. Neville was petrified in the middle of the corridor, unable to lift his gaze to look at the three in the eyes, one good thing was that his figure covered almost completely y/n, so when she emerged from behind him she had a very good view of the change of expression of the three guys. She smirked at them, Cabble growl ah her, Neville with a surge of curage put himself between his friend and the bully.
“Do we have any problem, Malfoy?” asked the girl, putting a hand on Neville’s shoulder, to tranquilize him. “I mean, you and your two minions, clearly have some, but we?” she looked at them funny, “We didn’t do anything wrong.”
The blonde one, the one that looked like a ferret, gaze them with attention, before a smirk grew on his face. “Do you really wanna do this, L/n?”
The girl already had her wand in her hand, but was still smiling, and the tone of her voice spoke about arrogance, against Draco. “I won’t make anything, if you don’t do anything funny, Malfoy.”
Neville thought that the tension between the girl and Draco was so thick that could be cut with a knife, both looked like as they were ready to jump at each other throat, just a wrong movement and chaos would be unleashed in the corridors. They clearly hated each other, Draco was a bitch with all the Gryffindors, but Neville has seen him with that expression only looking at Harry, he would have never thought… His gaze moved on the two behind him, Cabble looked like he was ready to rip the head off y/n, probably because last year she broke his nose, and Goyle looked as always, eager to torment someone.
“Letting a girl defending you Squib?” asked Malfoy moving his gaze on Neville, witch didn’t answer the provocation.
Y/n however did.
“Jealous, Draco? What’s the matter? Do you wish to have someone protecting you?” she makes a grimace at him, moving her weight to a foot into the other. “I can show you, if you ask properly. Be a good boy, c’mon.”
She was shitting on him, and everyone could tell; but, for once, Draco decided to be the smart one, lifting his wand as to cast a spell, Neville saw the slow movement, and understood that there made with purpose, to make the girl attack him first. And that exactly what she did, seeing Draco lifting his wand she had no instants of doubt, her wand moved almost on his own ad she casted a spell that led the blonde boy fly into a wall, crashing and falling with disgraced movement.
But, when he lifted his face, aside from a little blood that was leaking from his nose, a smile moved his face.
“She attacked me!” he started screaming. “Get her! She attacked me!”
The yells were more than enough to make her hesitate for some moments, her eyes moved to Nevilles, with a sorry look on her face; knowing that she, with her hot head, just condemned them both to a visit into Umbridge’s office. That was just a second because after that a binding curse send her flying into the hall, blocked on the floor.
Neville looked in horror his friend being sent on the other side of the corridor, her hair scattered on the cold floor and her wand fled some meters from the body of the girl. Her eyes blocked looking in another direction, open. For a second, he felt bile coming in his mouth, she looked death, but then the Pietrificus totalus malediction crashed on him too, and his thought moved in another direction, afraid for the consequences of the meet.
When Neville recuperates his body autonomy, he was already in the Umbridge office; the smell of melted rose scented wax making his eyes watery, and his throat ache. Y/n on the floor too, not far away from him. She didn’t look very worried, and this made him even more anxious, afraid of what the girl could do. It was almost like she didn’t care what would have happened to her, as long as she would have win in the long period. She wasn’t afraid of losing points from her house, to sustain the angry looks of her housemates, to end in detention every other week; it was like she didn’t care because she feels in peace with herself every time she put herself in trouble to defend someone.  So, there she was, lifting herself from the floor to sit on one of the little armchairs in front of professor’s Umbridge desk, with a little smile on her lips. Neville didn’t sit, standing behind the girl, trembling slowly.
“Is it true,” started the woman, passing her own wand from a hand to the other. “that you two attacked some other students.”
“No, it’s not.” answered Y/n fast, moving for an instant her gaze on Neville’s, which sent her a confused look. “I did. He didn’t do nothing, Miss, just standing here.” 
The professor’s gaze moved on Neville, thinning.
“I’m ready to take the Veritaserum, Miss, I was the one that cast a spell first, on Malfoy. He did nothing, was walking me to the common room.” She fidgets with her hands, slightly nervous. “I swear, Miss. Neville’s has not done anything wrong, even stepping in the middle to stop me.” she make a small laugh. “He knows I’m a hot head.”
Professor’s Umbridge sat in silence, looking only at the girl.
“Very well” she sighed “Longbottom, you are free to go. But I have my eyes on you, so be careful.” She showed him the door. “And, perhaps, choose better friends, in the future.”
Neville opened his mouth, as to protest. “I’m… I was there it isn’t right… not only Y/n…”
The girl gave him a soft smile “It’s alright, I’ll see you in the common room later. I’ve made a mistake, It’s only my fault.”
Neville looked at her in disbelief. Once again, she was just sitting there going in detention with serenity, the girl give him a last smile and then the professor forced him to leave the office.
He walked to the great hall with his hands into the pockets of his pants, the head recessed between the shoulders, and his face deformed in a sad pout. He sat there till the other members of the DA arrived and sat as well.
“Why didn’t you come to the encounter?” inquired almost immediately Ginny, leaning in his direction.
Every other member of the DA looked at him curious.
“Y/n.” he answered, gaining more curious look from his peers. “She…” he sighed “Malfoy stopped us in the middle of a hallway, and she… didn’t take well. I mean, he extracted the wand, and she attacked him…” he passed a hand on his eyes.
The Weasley let all go a laugh, followed by Harry.
“Did she hurt him?” asked Fred, with sparling eyes.
Neville just moved his head to point to the Slytherin table, where Draco’s nose was still red and swallow. The table let go another amazed laugh, one of the twins almost fall from his spot.
“She has a passion to hit on the nose of the Slytherin. I wonder if she does on purpose or what.” Ron commented between the laughs; Ginny’s, on his side, exploded in another laugh, very amused by the precision of her friend.
“I bet she does it on purpose.” Commented Dean. “She is a good Beater; her aim must be good.”
Everyone agreed with that, and, by doing so the focus of the conversation moved to the quidditch, distracting the presents, except for Neville, which keep an eye on the doors of the Great Hall, waiting for his friend. When they all get up, at the end of the dinner he makes sure to take a sandwich for the girl.
The group moved to the common room and there sated, chatting between each other, on the sofa enjoying the warmth of the fire in the fireplace. Next to Neville, Ginny was sitting on the sofa curled up in silence. In an angle Fred and George were confabulating something and, next to them, Seamus and Dean were chatting about Quidditch.
After some time, the paint of the Fat Lady opened, and, behind the entrance y/n was standing, her hand red and a black eye proud on her face.
“Sup guys,” she entered gaining the silence inside of the room, she left her robes on the armchair and sat on the sofa, next to Ginny and Neville. “did you all had a good evening?”
“What in the bloody hell happened to your face?” Hermione spoke first, breaking the silence in the room, clearly voicing what everyone were thinking, looking at her.
“Oh… yes.” Y/n answered “This… I may or may not have made the Umbridge…” she grinned “Mad.”
The silence persisted.
“I exaggerated, maybe. But that old Hag makes my patience go to the hell.” she looked at Neville’s lap, where a sandwich sat napkin-wrapped. “Is that for me honey? You are the most precious.” she added when Neville confirmed that, the food, was in fact for her. Her hand moved and grabbed the sandwich to unwrap it, and she started eating.
Fred and George moved closer curious looking at her. “And the hand? What did make you write?”
She grinned, once again. “I should have write ‘I should not attack other students.’” she moved her hand, to show the twins; Neville leaned to look at the back of the girl’s hand, on that the back a sentence.
“I will punch Malfoy” and above another sentence, unreadable.
“When I noticed what that thing was doing to my hand, I decided to write on me something that I actually believe.” she huffed. “The old hag didn’t check what I was writing, so…” She lifted her shoulder with a smile that promised chaos and moved her eyes to look at Fred and George. “Weasleys, I will need your help, if it’s not much trouble.”
The two looked at her intrigued, smelling that something was on.
“I swear Y/n if you make us loose other points…” started Ron.
“Let the lady talk Ronnie.” exclaimed Fred smacking his brother behind his head.
“Ye, I think she is cooking something in that head.” added George.
She tapped her fingers on the armrest of the sofa. “I think we’ll need the bludgers,” she muttered “and a distraction to sneak into the office while she is away.” added eyeing Ginny, she huffed. “But before anything else I need a shower, and a good night of sleep.” the girl eyed the twins once again. “I hope we’ll discuss this thing better tomorrow morning, yes?”
The two grinned at her.
And Neville stood here looking at y/n and the twins, the stomach twisted with anxiety and, maybe, something else.
Two weeks passed by with nothing done from y/n, it looked like that only speaking about terrible things with the twins was enough to keep her satisfied, but Neville couldn’t shake that horrible feeling that was aching his chest. He, used to have her spawning around him at the most random moments, was now seeing her only in company of the two ginger boys. Even Ginny, that was a good friend of the girl, was barely seeing her outside of the lessons. At lunch and dinner, she always sat with Neville and Ginny, and now her new place was between the two brothers, in the corridors looked like they walked to her and with her to every class; and after the lessons she was allowed to stick to them constantly, at quidditch practice, during the DA meetings, in the common room during the evening.
Neville was looking at all this with a pouty face and nervous attitude, ready to snap to everyone that talked about the trio in a different way than to complain. Ginny and Hermione being his best ally on this ques. The first because the one girl that was hatched by her brother was her best friend who she was deeply missing, and the other because she didn’t want to attract Umbridge attention on the Gryffindor house. So, during an evening in the common room, during which Neville was studying at a table in silence the two girls popped at his side, sitting with a disappointed groan.
“We must stop the three of them.” Hermione said with no further ado. Neville lifted his eyes from the book he was reading to send the two girl a confused look, tilting his head, no more invitation was needed for the girl to continue. “They are going to get us in trouble, if they get caught in no time the Umbridge will know about the DA, and then, we all be marked.”
Neville shot a look at Ginny, which nodded. “To be honest you know, I’m only pissed because she now spends all her time with those two,” she moved her hair behind her ear “aren’t you? You used to walk everywhere together, and now she goes with them.” The two girl sent him inquisitive looks, curious about his answer, and he blushed.
“I… you know, since the beginning of the year walking with a girl can send you in detention.”
Ginny gave him a kick under the table.
“Don’t be stupid,” She hissed. “and don’t lie to me. I know you miss it, she doesn't even spar with you at the DA.” The redhead takes her breath in, as Hermione moved her gaze to look at the girl they were talking about that was just walking inside the room with the twins.
“We know it pisses you too, Neville.” Hermione said softly “And we know that seeing her happy makes you happy too, but…”
At this point the boy shook his head, asking himself why he was listening to the two girls. He closed his book, his cheeks red and suddenly stood up, interrupting that and other conversation in the room. Even Y/n which in the last period was so taken by the twins to even look at him stopped her chatting to stare in silence. Seeing Neville, the quiet, unsure, boy stand up like that, the face angry and the hands closed in firsts was a new gaze to all the presents, and so everyone stopped what was doing to look in awe at the scene. “I’m not gonna put in the middle.” Said the boy with no hesitation whatsoever. “If she is happy, then I am. That’s it.” He spoke, leaving Hermione and Ginny to look at him confused, or better, surprised from the reaction. He waited long enough to see the two nods before taking his book and fly in the direction of his room, the eyes of the common room that were piercing the back of his head.
Many times, Y/n had saved him from the bully, the last time just a few weeks prior, when the bully stopped being a student and has become a professor, he could have never token something that made her happy, even if that meant was left behind. He passed a hand on his eyes, trying to make the tears that were stinging his eyes return, and succeeded, remaining in silence, on his bed, looking at the ceiling while in the common room the chatting was returning to his normal pace.
hello hello hello i hope you liked this little thing, is shorter than the other one, but I'm writhing other parts too and working on other fiction as well.
If you wish to be tagged in part two (and three as well) let me know; and if you have any request or ideas. Anything will be precious to improve myself. <3
I take a moment to tell, I don't have a beta reader and, since I'm not english, I would appreciate some help.
thank you all, send love <3
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tealeafgrimm · 1 year
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hii againn!! if requests are still open, could i have a adult neville longbottom and adult reader (theyre both professors) who start out disliking each other but gradually fall in love?? and the students love to tease them about the other all the time and its hilarious?? plus points if neville is confident and smirky bcs most fics potray him as nervous and all?? Thanks!!
Prof!Neville Longbottom x Prof!Reader
Words: 1.6k
A/N: I'm so sorry it took so long. I had great difficulty with this one and to be honest it isn't my best work, but I hope you still enjoy it. Also I started a new job about a month ago and my time to write is very limited. So just know, that if you request something I will eventually get to it, but I can't promise you it will be anytime soon.
It felt strange to walk down the empty corridors. You had never been here before the start of the new school year. The castle seemed even bigger than usual, the silence almost oppressive. You had hesitated when McGonagall had asked you if you wanted to take the job as Herbology teacher, but now that you were finally here, you could hardly wait. Professor Sprout had truly earned her retirement.
You stopped in front of the statue, behind which you knew the stairway to the headmaster's office was hidden. You gave the password and began to climb the stone steps.
"Come in," the familiar voice sounded and you entered the large office.
"Hello Professor I wanted to...", you paused in your sentence "...report for duty." You were not alone. Next to Professor McGonagall stood a young man, whom you could only identify as Neville Longbottom after a closer look.
You hadn't seen Neville since you left school. Surprised, you looked from one to the other, not sure what exactly to say or do.
"Ah Y/N, I've been waiting for you. As I explained to Neville here as well, there was a bit of an overlap, I'm afraid. One of the owls was so late that I sent a second one out. And...then you both accepted, so you were both hired as Herbology professors." You had never seen Professor McGonagall so distraught. She was blushing and you could see how uncomfortable she was with the whole situation.
"I thought...you might be able to share classes. This year we are expecting more new students than ever before. The classes will be unusually full, so it won't hurt to have two professors in one lesson. Especially if the position is newly filled." You didn't know what to say to that. And neither, it seemed, did Neville. Professor McGonagall knew how to take advantage of your speechlessness. She clapped her hands, looked from one to the other and smiled.
"Great, now that that's settled, I'll let you go. Get your offices and rooms set up and I'll see you at the Welcoming Feast tomorrow." With that she gently but firmly pushed you both out of her office. Wordlessly you descended the stairs.
You didn't know what to think, what to feel or what to say. Holding class with Neville Longbottom was the last thing you wanted to do.
Normally you would say that you were a very nice, sociable and open-minded person. And you got on well with most of the people in your life. Neville was not one of them. Quite the opposite. There was an abysmal mutual dislike between you that had begun in your third year.
You couldn't say exactly when or why. You just didn't like each other. Probably it had something to do with the fact that you had been the two best in your year in Herbology, which had sparked off a real competition between you.
On the other hand, you were both older now and wasn't it time to leave the past and the old feelings behind you?
"I can't wait to hear the kids say that my teaching is a hundred times better." This statement snapped you abruptly out of your thoughts.
"I'm sorry, what?" Had you heard right? Neville looked at you with a sneer.
"Oh come on, we both know which one of us will do the better lessons. Me."
Your blood began to boil. Had you really considered jumping over your shadow for even a second?
"Well, we'll see about that. But don't be sad if none of the students will listen to you or talk to you. It's only because they'll be more focused on MY lessons," you replied, hissing, turning and walking towards your assigned chambers, robes billowing.
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If you thought teaching together with Longbottom would be hell, you weren't mistaken. It was an absolute nightmare. From the first second, your old competition was reignited. Only now it was no longer about which of you got the better grade, but about who taught the children more and which of them was better liked.
Moreover, you had started blaming each other for everything that went wrong in class.
"And make sure your earmuffs are on properly. I don't want to carry anyone to the hospital wing." You rolled your eyes at Neville's comment. In a way that only he could see you had, of course.
It didn't take long. Already on the second Mandrake, one of the Slytherins toppled over backwards.
"You did a great job Longbottom," you grumbled as you rushed past him to the boy.
"Why is this my fault now? You're just as responsible for the children," he whispered in a heated tone as he knelt beside you to help the boy.
"This was your lesson, so it's your responsibility to make sure they have their earmuffs on properly before it starts."
"As far as I know, this is YOUR class too, and you don't seem to have noticed either!"
With a final death glare, you summoned a cot to take the still fainting student to Madam Pomfrey.
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But if you thought that was the worst of it, you didn't reckon with your students. They quickly realised that you and Neville didn't like each other very much, and they had fun egging you on.
"But Professor Longbottom told us to do it this way," a Hufflepuff fifth year complained in one of your lessons. You had to pull yourself together not to roll your eyes at her. Half a year had passed since the start of school. Even though you had come to terms with your situation, you were still not friendly with each other. At least it seemed that way, because every time you thought you were making progress, there was some comment that set you off.
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Neville stifle a laugh. How you wished you could wipe that smirk off his face. And to make matters worse, by now you had to admit to yourself that you found him attractive. Time and time again you found yourself unconsciously staring after him or thinking about him. Just like now!
"Well, then perhaps Professor Longbottom should look at his book again too. Anyone who can read would see that you do it the way I just showed you. Try it and you'll see it works much better." With these words you went to the next student. To your amusement, you saw the grin disappear from Longbottom's face.
"Don't worry about it, maybe you'll learn someday," you smiled sweetly at him as you walked past him.
How he hated you! Your stupid smile that gave you little dimples. Your sparkling eyes that narrowed as your smile took over your entire face. Your hair that flowed around your face. What was he thinking? He hated you. Abysmally. Most of the time, at least. Much of the time. Sometimes. Admittedly, it got less, but that didn't matter.
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The longer you worked together, the more you had to admit to each other that the other was not quite as bad as you had thought at the beginning. The school year was almost over and your lessons were running more smoothly than ever.
It was the second to last week and Professor McGonagall had called you both in to discuss the next steps to be taken.
"Thank you for coming. As you know, I want to discuss the next steps for the next school year with you. I know that it was not easy for you to structure the lessons in this way. But I must say that your students' grades speak for themselves. We haven't had as many outstanding Herbology students as we have this year for a long time."
"Thank you very much Professor. I think we were able to complement each other quite well after all," you replied to her and Neville beside you nodded in agreement.
"So? We have the following options: Either we leave it at this constellation next year, or we have to decide which of you will give up the job. Professor Binn's class, could also do with a bit of fresh air. If I remember correctly, you Y/N were always very good at History of Magic too?"
"Oh..ehm..yes, but admittedly, I would hate to change jobs. I think our students have become so good because we complement each other well Professor." You had only ever been good at History  of Magic, because you had the ability to memorise things quickly, not because you found it particularly interesting.
"I agree with Y/N. I think we should leave it at that. The students are used to us now and when I remember how hard it was for us to get a new defence teacher every year, I think it would only hurt progress after all."
"All right, if you're so united, I won't interfere." And with that, surprisingly, you were dismissed quicker than you thought.
On the spiral staircase, Neville turned to you.
"You know I saved your neck in there, don't you? She was going to ditch you. You might not be as good as me after all."
"Oh yeah? If it wasn't for me, the class would have been a disaster. Maybe half the students wouldn't have made it to the exams at all because they would have died beforehand. You should thank ME," you replied.
"Would a meal at the Three Broomsticks be thanks enough?"
You stopped abruptly on the bottom landing. Had you really just heard what you thought you had heard?
" Pardon?" you asked him, your eyes wide open.
"I asked if dinner would be enough of a thank you? Tonight?" You hadn't seen Neville blush like that in a long time. Suddenly he reminded you much more of the boy you knew from your school days.
"For a start, perhaps. Eight o'clock and be on time. And don't you dare get dirt on your clothes." With that you strode past him and disappeared around the corner with an idiotic grin.
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Harry Potter Characters + Love Languages II
Part I
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Neville Longbottom
Expressing
Acts of Service
Neville is always willing to put himself out for others, as we see when he helps Harry out during the third task.
Neville's grandmother was never one for physical affection or particularly kind words either, so I think that the language Neville has had the most experience with is acts of service.
For Neville, love is making sure you're always fed and never, ever cold.
Best believe this guy gives you all his sweaters. Those lovely cable knit ones too.
Very shy when it comes to giving compliments, but he's always thinking adoring thoughts.
"Neville," you gasp. "You didn't." You look up from the box in your lap in utter amazement. "Your favorite sweater? The one your Nan knit by hand?" He ducks his dark head, avoiding your eyes. "Well," he says. "Well. I know- I know you really like it. And I've got loads. Of sweaters, that is. I've got loads. So I want you to have it. Happy Birthday." You're silent. Neville's cheeks are reddening rapidly. "There's a scarf. I- I've been practicing my crocheting." When you don't reply, he rambles on, "I know it isn't much, but I thought you'd like it, so I-" "Neville Longbottom, you are the greatest partner on earth," you announce solemnly, and then launch yourself at him. "Oh," he murmurs into the kiss. "Oh, alright."
Receiving
Words of Affirmation
Neville struggles a lot with self esteem, and like I said, his Nan doesn't seem as if she was very verbally affectionate.
A partner who is constantly telling him how valuable he is would be amazing for him.
He wouldn't believe you at first. He finds it really hard to accept the fact that anyone could think highly of him, hell, he can hardly believe you're dating him in the first place.
After you've been together a while, he knows that you mean every word you say and it flusters him even more.
He also gets very bashful during physical contact. I'm talking stuttering, physically CANNOT look you in the eye, hands trembling, ears RED
It takes him quite a while to be comfortable with touch, but if you're patient with him, he'll come to really enjoy it.
Once he does, he loves holding your hand. It just makes him feel so safe. Even linking your pinkies is enough.
"You're so cute," you murmur idly. You're sitting on a couch in the common room together, holding hands as Neville reads. He chokes on air. "What?" His fern-colored eyes are stretched wide, his mouth is slightly ajar, and the tips of his ears are beginning to go pink. He looks slightly scandalized. "I said," you repeat, with a grin on your face, "You're adorable." His eyes dart from side to side, as though he thinks you might be talking to someone else. "I-well. Me?" he asks weakly. You laugh outright. "You. You and no one else, Neville."
Cedric Diggory
Expressing
Physical Touch
His father is very affectionate with him, so it just comes naturally.
He's very respectful about it though. He'll grab you in a tight hug and then pull back to ask if it's alright with you.
Cedric uses kisses as currency. By this I mean that if you upset him slightly, he'll insist on a cheek kiss to make up for it. You ditched a class without him? Kiss on the cheek. You stole his food? He doesn't mind, as long as you kiss his cheek.
Schedules study sessions for the two of you. He brings lots of snacks and water to keep you hydrated. He's a very patient tutor and rewards you with a kiss when you focus.
Cedric loves it when you lay on him.
"Merlin's beard, Cedric," you exclaim. "I thought you were half decent at quidditch." Cedric is stretched out on a cot in the hospital wing, with a cast on his left arm. Lying so still, he looks dead, vampiric. For a few seconds your heart stops, and then he winces playfully up at you, and the illusion is broken. "Ouch. Words hurt, you know." "Bet they don't hurt as much as flying directly into a bludger," you retort. "Nothing does, I suppose," Cedric grimaces. Then he looks up with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Are you going to kiss it better?" You stare. "Cedric Diggory, you have broken your arm. You have a broken arm and you want me to kiss it better?" He nods, honey-colored hair falling over his brow. "Pretty please?"
Receiving
Quality Time
Cedric is very busy most of the time, what with prefect duties. quidditch, and trying to keep up with his grades. If you make an effort to spend time with him against his oppressive schedule, he will be head over heels for you.
Please, please, please go on walks together. Cedric knows a ridiculous amount about any animal you could come across, and with him, every walk is a nature walk. He's the kind of guy to follow an ant to make sure it gets safely back to its hill.
If you go to his games, you'd better believe he's going to do his very best to give you a win. The fact that you're supporting him is almost euphoric, and he can't help but apply the adrenaline to chasing the snitch.
"Diggory dives for the snitch, he misses, he HANGS OFF HIS BLOODY BROOM, HE'S GOT IT, THE MAD LAD'S GOT THE SNITCH, AND HUFFLEPUFF WINS!" Lee Jordan screams into the microphone. "RAVENCLAW, HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LOSE TO A TWINK?" Cedric's jubilant expression drops visibly, and you burst into laughter. You move down the stands towards him. "Good game, twink," you greet him, throwing your arms around his neck. "Oh, not you too," he sighs, looking down at you with mock sadness in his golden brown eyes. "And here I was about to thank you for the victory." "Thank me? Whatever for? That was all you, Ced," you protest. Cedric pulls back to look you solemnly in the eye. "Thanks for showing up. You made me want to win, for you. That energy? That win? It was for you."
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wands-n-roses · 1 year
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Neville: I’ll call you lav. Short for lavender. Bc it’s the prettiest color. And you’re the prettiest too
Y/n: 🥹
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robynlilyblack · 2 years
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Shes underwater again - Send me a situation along with a character and i’ll write a lil blurb (e.g sirius black x shy! fem! reader on their first date)
neville x fem!ravenclaw!reader in herbology (and they like eachother lol)
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Plant boy
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Neville Longbottom x fem! ravenclaw! reader 
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Summary: Y/n and Neville grow closer in Herbology
Warning: none cute fluff
A/n: 0.5k words, first time writing Neville, he is a such sweetheart and I had no clue for a title so I wrote plant boy x thanks for the request, enjoy!
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You hugged your books as you entered herbology, you recognised a lot of people but it was strange being in the same class as people who were once the year above you. As you scanned the room you spotted an empty seat by Neville, you had always had a crush on the boy, you loved listening to him for hours when he talked about magical botany, you also happened to find his clumsy nature rather endearing as you happened to have your moments too 
Walking over you lean forward a little to see he was nose deep in a book “This seat free?” you ask softly, watching the boy begin to smile before he even peers up at you
He nods “Yeah” he gestures to the seat as you sit down and take out your stuff the boys eyes trace your features, admiring you
Much like yourself Neville had fancied you for a long while but had been too shy to do anything about it
“Right class, since the greenhouse is still being rebuilt we will be doing a desk study, you and the person beside you…” you and Neville turn to smile at one another “…will have to write a report on a chosen plant and later on you will grow it. I know it’s a little out of order but hey ho” Professor Sprout shrugs “I’ll leave you all to get started, if you have any questions please ask Mr Longbottom because I need to go stop a small army of mandrakes from taking over the school” and with that rather comedically ominous point she leaves
The class turns to look at Neville a little jealous of you getting to partner with him, something that was extremely foreign to the boy. It made him anxious, his hand moving to grip his stool in order to stop them from shaking
You gently place yours over his, instantly calming him “Thank you” he whispers, a dusting of blush on his cheeks
You smile “I am pretty lucky to be with the whiz though” 
He lets out a small chuckle “So what do you want to do it on?” he says taking his free hand and flicking through the book, not wanting to move his other and lose contact with you yet
You leaned closer to him, he smelt like a garden but a sweet one, filled with flowers and ferns, wild and beautiful “I’m happy to do anything, I can take care of the sketches and general writing if you provide your brilliant brain” you let out a small giggle which makes the boys heart warm “I’ll get my…” you finally pull you hand away but he stops you, hand gently wrapped around your wrist before he slips it into yours, interlacing your fingers with a beautiful pink hue on his face
He then looks over at you, checking this was alright, smiling as you smile and continue to get your quill and parchment with the one hand, neither of you letting go any time soon
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puppy-coded · 2 years
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Manners{N.L.}
warnings: swearing, reader’s kinda a witch[no pun inteded]
pairing: Neville Longbottom x slytherin!reader
word count: 712 words
A/N: Did I age up reader and Neville? Yes. Did I use a picture of him from GoF? Also yes. It’s cute and panicky and I love it. Anyway, this whole thing started because of this picture.
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Neville was panicking and you could tell. You could also tell that you suck at comforting people unless it’s urgent.
He’s been pacing and muttering to himself for about thirty minutes before you turned around.
“Neville, are you okay?” You asked, trying not to sound annoyed. He made you look up from your book, how could you not be slightly annoyed?
He put his hands in his hair and looked extremely panicked. This was way above your pay-grade. “My family wants to meet you!”
“So?” You asked. “I’m a fucking delight.”
Neville sighed and sat next to you. “I know but... what if they don’t want me to be with you?”
“Then they suck.” You looked over at his expression and rubbed his arm. “Deep breaths... just... don’t think about it for a while?” You tried. You leaned on him and tried holding his hand.
He stood back up and went back to pacing and muttering, making you fall over on the couch.
“I got it!” He exclaimed out of nowhere after ten more minutes of pacing. “Etiquette classes!”
“Pass.”
“Not optional (Y/N). You’re a Slytherin, I need them to trust you since they already won’t.” He explained, crossing his arms.
“Won’t?” You asked. “What does that mean?”
“Well...” He squeaked out.
You realized why he was stalling his answer. “Do you not... tell them about me?” You asked, smiling a little.
“You’re a secretive person! I didn’t want to invade your privacy,” He defended. “But I’ve been so vague and they want to meet you to make sure you’re real.”
You glared at him for a few moments before giving in. “Fine, I’ll take your stupid classes to impress these morons.”
“And that leads us to our first lesson!” Neville said excitedly.
“Don’t call them morons?”
“Good instinct!”
. . .
Neville, despite you not wanting to bother your friends, contacted everyone who might have clothes that would fit you. He soon had multiple outfits that were decent.
After a little back and forth Neville agreed to the good leather jacket i.e. the one without bleach stains.
Now that the outfit for the next night was settled it was time for everyone’s favorite part.
Refining school.
Yippee.
. . .
“Neville I do not see the point in this!” You exclaimed, grabbing at your hair. “I should be able to say whatever the fuck I want.”
Neville sighed. “I know but if Gran heard you swearing she’d have our heads and we wouldn’t be allowed to see each other again.” He explained patiently, despite your current nastiness towards him.
You crossed your arms and started mumbling. “Whatever happened to being yourself?”
“A lot.”
You only looked over and glared at him. 
“Just a few more things and we can go to bed, yeah?” He tried.
“It’s 3 in the morning!” You said, laying down on the ground. “Wake me when it’s over.”
Neville shook his head and took you to your shared room. “I guess I shouldn’t stress you out.”
You leaned on him to walk since you weren’t used to staying up as late as you were. “You’re only stressing yourself out. Stop it. If she doesn’t like us being together then who fucking cares? I don’t.” You told him. “But I do understand that she’s harsh and she raised you. Don’t worry, I won’t blow it.”
. . .
Neville trusted you when you said you wouldn’t blow it. And you didn’t.
You were the embodiment of prim and the personification of proper. 
Everyone loved you and you even broke out the French to super impress them.
It was great.
After dinner when you to were walking home Neville was super impressed.
“When did you learn French?” He asked, bewildered. “I didn’t know you spoke it.”
“I don’t,” You shrugged. “Remember my bathroom break? I kinda used a small spell on myself...” You admitted. “I do know the cutest nickname of all though!”
“What is it?” He asked.
“Never mind that now mon amour,” You winked.
Neville smiled at that. “Cute.”
“Right?”
You grabbed his hand and went the rest of the walk home in silence and staring at the sky.
You had to thank our lucky stars that you had a wonderful boyfriend and half a mind to use the spells you did that night.
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the-second-tonks · 2 years
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Neville walks on reader self harming
PS. I'm really sorry , i know you requested a one-shot but i made it a headcanon because i felt it was better! @cavitiorism
Warnings: since it's self harm , there are warnings for that , but no direct mentions . No blood and stuff , but still, warning.
He'll be coming to study with you in your room , but he's almost half an hour early , but he doesn't pay much heed to it because you both are best friends for years . He enters your room and sees you in your condition.
He's scared for you .. immediately, his eyes brim with tears , so quick that he could break the world record of fastest tears . He's worried about you .
Immediately asks you to pause(that's like because he's panicked) and he takes whatever you're using to hurt yourself and would throw it away or keep it far from your reach .
He'll first calm you down(like first calm yourself down nev-) but he's gonna be very gentle .
He'll even touch you slowly and then proceed to hug you to calm yourself down . Even though on the inside he's tearing down and sad like crazy , he stays strong for you , with tears in his eyes but he's trying .
He'll make you sit on a chair or on your bed and slowly rub your cheeks and wipe your tears with gentle cute hands and say it like a chant “its alright it's alright , I'm here , I'm here” .
He'll then realise you need aid..he'll tell you gently “I'll be right back , okay?”
When he looks for a first aid kit and gets it to you , he smiles up at you nervously and begins treating your wounds .
Tbh he's a lot hurt that you didn't tell him about all of this . He wanted to give a long ass lecture on how bad and destructive it is and how it'll not help , but he kept quiet and tended to your wounds .
He carefully dabs your wounds with the antiseptic and wraps them in a cute cloth . He'll rub your back and patiently wait for you to get over your shocks and cries , before he could talk it out with you .
After that day , mind me , even for eating noodles , he'll advise you to use chopsticks instead of forks which is cute . But moreover , he'll take care of you and be a strong shoulder for you to cry on . He'll help you get out of it , and no matter what happens, he'll never give up on you .
That's all!
Thankyou for requesting!
I'm sorry for the changes , but i hope you liked it!
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thatblackravenclaw · 2 years
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Very Good Boy
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Masterlist
author note: whaaat two fics in one day? Yeah, I have a final due, so I'm procrastinating it 😅. It felt so wrong writing for this one, even as a Neville girl, but I can't lie, I've read a good amount of Neville smut.
Neville Longbottom x ravenclaw!fem!reader
word count: 670
warning(s): smut, cursing, exhibitionism kink if you squint, oral (male receiving), dry humping, illusion to unprotected sex, public sex (i think the common room is counted as public sex), mommy kink, sub neville
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I look up at the ceiling as I sit on the velvet blue couch. The stars above us slowly drifting to the left. My eyes drift down to my beautiful girlfriend that’s sitting on my lap, placing soft kisses all over my face while grinding her hips against my crotch.
I’m nervous about someone coming in, but the way her lips feel on my skin is making the fear slowly drift away.
She lifts her head and I whine at the loss of her lips.
“Neville?” she asks me shyly.
“Yes, Flower?”
“Can I try something?”
“Anything.” As long as I get to continue feeling your lips on mine.
She sinks down to her knees and spreads my legs. Once she’s in between them, her hand reaches for my zipper.
“Here, bun?” Anxiousness obvious in my tone.
“Yes, here. Come on baby. It’ll be fun. For me?” And she gives me that look that she knows I can’t refuse.
I sink into the couch and relax which she takes as a sign to continue unzipping my pants. I help her pull them past my butt but keep my underwear on.
Her hand palms my half hard dick. I let out a strained moan as to not alert every Ravenclaw behind the bookcase.
She stokes me through my briefs, and I grip the arm of the couch to keep myself grounded. The stars in the ceiling start to become blurry as I lose myself in the feeling.
I zone back in and feel her soft tongue lick the slit in my head, tasting the pre-cum that had started to leak. My hips involuntarily bucking up with the contact.
She takes her mouth off my now hard dick and looks up at me.
“I’m going to keep one hand on your thigh. Tap it three times if it gets too much, okay?”
“Yes ma’am.” I say almost breathless.
“Good boy.”
She puts me back in her mouth and slowly inches towards the base. I moan a little louder than last time as I use my hand to hold her hair back.
As soon as she takes me all the way to her throat the door opens.
“Neville? Is that you?” I hear Padma ask me.
My eyes widen, but y/n continues to bob her head, her throat clenching around the tip.
“Hey! Hey, Padma. Hey Cho. What’s up?” I ask as soon as I turn around, eternally grateful that they stayed by the door.
“I should be asking you that since you’re in our house.” Padma says while giggling with Cho.
“Oh, you know. Just really enjoy your guys’ common room.”
“I see. So, where’s your girlfriend?”
I’m about to respond when y/n takes one of my balls and starts to suck on it while pumping my shaft getting me closer to cumming. My grip on her makeshift ponytail tightens.
“She actually went looking for you guys. Something about needing to talk to you about something.”
“How weird. Do you know where she went?”
Fuuuuck I’m about to come. I look down at y/n and she has my dick back in her mouth and her hand strokes have picked up.
“Um um I think she went to the library or the courtyard. I can’t quite remember.”
“Oh, cool. Thanks! We’ll return her after when we find her.” Cho says.
“Great! Bye!” I say rushed.
Once I heard the doors close buck up my hips hard and let out a guttural moan as I cum down her throat. My eyes close when I see her remove her lips from my head and swallow. My breathing is heavy as I feel my dick throb for more.
“Was I a good boy for you?” I ask as I flutter my eyes open.
She sits back on my lap, but I notice her bare pussy graze the length of my dick.
“You were the best boy for me, baby. Wanna be better and fuck mommy?” She asks me as she spreads her arousal on my tip.
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nevsdoll · 1 year
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— ✧.* MASTERLIST (ㅅ´ ˘ `) ✎
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[✧] fluff. [❀] smut. [❆] angst.
[💬] REQUESTS OPEN ⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾
bad grade [❀]
bad grade pt.2 [❀💬]
study date [❀💬]
wounds [✧]
wounds pt.2 [❀💬]
herbology for dummies [❀💬]
braids [❀]
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