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rainydayathogwarts · 7 months
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neville longbottom smut
reader makes Neville cum in his pants at a party. warnings: dry humping, whimpering, public sex(?), swearing wc: around 0.9k
Your body sways to the music, the plastic cup in your hand spilling some of your drink onto your hand, but it only blends in with the shimmering glint of sweat on your skin. You're dancing with some girl you don't recognise, singing the words to a song at the top of your lungs. You look around, trying to spot your boyfriend in the crowd, to make sure he's not doing anything he shouldn't be, only to notice him sitting on an armchair next to the fireplace, his eyes already on you.
He meets your gaze and your body suddenly goes hot, despite the warmth from the alcohol that had already settled in. He was keeping an eye on you, butterbeer in hand, not focused on anything else. You grin, pushing your way through the dance floor until you finally stumble away from the crowd of sweaty bodies and into the more dispersed area of the busy common room. You giggle when you approach Neville, watching as his eyes run along you figure. You down the rest of your drink, putting the now empty cut next to what you assumed was the empty bottle butter beer Neville had already had. "You okay sweetheart?" He asks and you nod, shifting to stand between his legs.
He sits up straight to put his hands on the back of your thighs, pulling you slightly closer to him; the most affection he'd giving you tonight. He offers you a sip of butterbeer but you decline, watching as he brings his lips to the bottle, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows, before putting the bottle aside. You bring a hand up to play with his hair as your hips start moving again, the other arm on his shoulder. You look down at the boy below you and sigh in pleasure as his hands start moving up and down your thighs.
His head leans on your lower stomach, his attention caught by the dancing bodies. You furrow your eyebrows, glancing over at the dance floor to look at all the girls in their tight dresses. You huff. The hand you have in his hair closes moderately into a fist and you tug it backwards slightly, making Neville look up at you, only to be met by your lips slamming down onto his. He moans loudly, his hands on your thighs moving so his arms can wrap around you.
His mouth immediately opens to welcome your tongue in and you put your weight onto him, pushing him back into the armchair as you climb onto him, your legs coming on either side of his thighs as you straddle him. Neville whimpers, the sound drowned by the music, his arms tightly wrapping themselves around your waist to pull you impossibly closer. And he does, dragging you across his lap so your panty-clad cunt grinds against his fully clothed dick.
You both moan into each other, and you feel your boyfriend's usually gentle hands travel down to your ass, roughly gripping it. You grind against Neville once more to see how comfortable he is with this, and he separates from the kiss to gasp for air, his mouth open in a silent moan. Your eyes scan the room, checking to see if you had attracted anyone's unwanted eyes, but your attention is brought back to Neville, who tugs your dress further down your thighs, having ridden up when you straddled him.
When you make eye contact with him again, his eyes are begging you to continue your movements and so is the tent in his pants. You push your hips down onto his and moan quietly, biting your lip. Neville's eyes widen and he looks around for a second before turning his attention back to you, a hand coming behind your neck to pull you into a kiss, the other one pushing your hips into his.
He gently humps his hips up into yours to encourage your movements, grunting as though he has never had your legs spread for him, and you dig your face into the crook of his neck, letting out a breathy moan. Your hot breath on his neck sends shivers down Neville's spine and he pants, leaning his head on your shoulder and looking down through the top of your dress. He whines, eyes widening at the sight of your tits, his hands immediately coming up to grope them. You let out a high pitched moan when he squeezes one of your perky nipple, hips bucking into his desperately, so that your pussy grinds right against the tent in his jeans, feeling the imprint of his cock against you.
Neville bites your shoulder to cover the loud whimpers that come out of him, hands gripping your thighs as he roughly bucks his hips into yours. That's when you feel the wetness on his jeans, this time not coming from you, and you grin proudly, pulling Neville into a kiss. He returns the kiss, still panting, his hands now softly caressing your sides. When you both separate from the kiss and Neville finally catches his breath, he says "How about we go upstairs and I can finish you off?"
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fangisms · 8 months
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due november
A/N: was feeling particularly soft and magical this september afternoon, so im here to feed the beasts (with love) gif creds: @osvaldrps-archived
Pairings: Husband!Neville Longbottom x Pregnant!Fem!Reader
Summary: Your family of nearly three share a moment in the living room. 0.8k words
Warnings: set when both are ~20s-30s, pregnancy, established relationship, dorky dad neville, fluff, smutty intentions but only jokes
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It's all got Neville worried down to the bone. The weight of being a good husband was heavy enough without the impending uncertainty of fatherhood. Which is not to say he isn't a good husband or that he wouldn't be a good father, but the stress of it can be crippling for the nervous wreck that he is.
Though, his shakiness is ever soothed by the way you hold the back of his head when you kiss him, the way you clean his glasses of dirt smudges, the way you catch his eye in your sweetly flowing skirts, dresses, and blouses. Daintily, he'd say, very prettily.
"They're like house pets at this point," you remark, tip-toeing over the vines weaving between the slats of your hardwood flooring. Throughout the kitchen, greenery creeps in through open windows, finding home in doorframes and across the ceiling. They can't help it. The September chill is getting to everybody.
"I just can't bring myself to trim them!" he chirps, catching your waist when you trip into his side, belly protruding against your floral house dress. "On second thought—"
"No, no, Nev! I like it. I like them. It's free interior design."
"Damn weeds. It's a free death sentence."
"You're just a pessimist!" you tease.
As open to ogling as you always seem to be, he hates that you can still make him blush after all these years. Even with duckfoot ivy weaving its way through your shared home and baby names listed on the chalkboard by the door, he's still blushing when you so much as look at him.
And right now, you're looking at your horticulturist's dirt-smudged under shirt exposed beneath his striped button down. Which also happens to be smudged with dirt.
He clears his throat.
"Nervous, my dear?" you tease when he diverts his gaze from down your neckline.
"Hmm? Oh, no, not at all"—his voice falters, and he tries to focus back on the delicate clay pot in his hands—"Craving anything for lunch?"
"Nothing much," you sigh, "maybe a bite of my husband."
He blinks, eyes wide open but blank like the dial tone is just ringing through his skull. He places the empty pot gently in the sink basin, moving both damp hands to your waist with that doe-eyed look.
"You've already got one in there, lovebug, we can't go around trying for another now, can we," he says. You toss your head back with laughter, and he watches you in annoyed amazement. Since when were you impervious to his awkward charm. "Come on, lunch. Anything you want."
He cups his hands together around your lower back, letting out a soft breath when you push his hair out of his face and thumb the dirt from his brow.
"Let's see... couple of ice lollies? Sounds good, dunnit?"
"Well-rounded, definitely," he says, patting your bum with a chuckle. "I'll make some sandwiches. And I've got time for a walk after."
"You'll spoil me rotten, Mr Longbottom!"
"Watch it, or you're getting triplets."
"Oh, you're nasty, Mr Longbottom," you tease, holding his chin and leaning in for a kiss. He spins you round and pats you towards the living area.
You hurdle a couple of roots and make it halfway to the hand-me-down chaise lounge in the corner when you feel a sharp twitch.
"Christ," you yelp, grabbing the arm of the chair with a hiss, slightly bent at the waist and taking a deep breath.
"Baby? What's going on?"
"She's kicking again!" Your palm is splayed across your rounded belly as you practice deep, circular breathing. There's a harsh clammer from the kitchen. Then silence.
Then he appears in the opening, hair flopping down over his forehead, brows furrowed, towel flung over his shoulder, so still you'd think he saw his old, cranky professor.
"...She?" he huffs, pushing a hand through his hair.
"Oh. Oh, Nev, I—" You cup your palm over your mouth with a sharp breath in. "You wanted it to be a surprise. I'm so sorry."
But a smile makes its way across his lips, pulling and tugging at the soft pink as he shuffles closer. Two strong hands meet yours on the curve of your belly, welcoming another jolt. One reaches for the back of your neck, and he leans in to kiss your worried forehead.
"We're having a baby girl?"
You nod, tears welling in your eyes when he tilts your chin up to peck your wobbly bottom lip. You feel the stubbly skin of his cheek with the pad of your thumb and let him kiss you once more.
"I was so restless, I had to know," you huff, "I'm such a spoilsport! You were so excited, Nev!"
"I know. And you're not a spoilsport. I'm still excited, know why?"
"Why?" you say, wiping your nose and pouting at him. He grins.
"Because she's ours."
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longbottomlove · 2 months
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first time || n.l.
warnings: smut!
neville and y/n had been dating for about a year at that point, nothing crazy. they’d shared little kisses and hugs, maybe a tiny make out sesh a couple times. the little bit of tongue, heavy breathing kind that every guy dreamed about having with his crush.
but she wasn’t his crush. she was his girlfriend. he loved her. and she loved him. it was simple like that. they’d never tried anything further than kissing because they didn’t need to.
neville tried to be the respectful gentleman y/n deserved, but a nagging problem was starting to arise.
every time they kissed for longer than three seconds, shared a close hug(the kind that had her boobs pressed against his chest), or even if y/n cracked a dirty joke to pull a laugh out from their friends, he had a boner. it was hard to hide and hard to make it go away. neville was a virgin and had no clue what to do.
and then there were the dreams. dreams about his girlfriend. dreams where she was kissing him, touching him, speaking to him in a hushed whisper, neville we have to be quiet. neville we’re gonna be caught. neville do you want me? neville wake up.
and wake up he would. every morning. sometimes he’d wake up to a tent in his pants. other times it would be a sticky mess he had to clean before starting the day.
worst of all was the guilt. godric, the guilt. thinking all of these foul things about someone who had no part in causing it felt criminal. it made him feel gross and pervy. he knew he had to tell you.
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“uh.. y/n?” he forced out. “i..uh. i have to tell you something,”
this was it. the moment she would dump him. poor little neville who had finally gotten a girlfriend was going to be dumped. his heart was racing, palms clammy and shiny with sweat.
y/n followed him into his dorm, taking a seat on the bed like he gestured her to do. she was confused. so confused. was he gonna dump her, did he cheat?
“so what was it you wanted to tell me?” y/n asked, eyes glued to her feet.
“well,” neville started. “i’ve, i’ve been having these thoughts. and they’re gross and about you. and i dunno, i just had to tell you because ikeephavingdirtydreamsaboutyouandimsorry,”
“what?”
neville looked at the girl in confusion. like she couldn’t have possibly not heard him and he didn’t wanna say it again.
“i keep having dirty dreams about you. and im sorry,” he repeated.
a sharp silence overtook the room. she hated him now. she had to. he had confessed his disgusting thoughts to her. he was done for. would she tell a Professor? Snape or McGonagall maybe? would he be expelled for repulsive behavior? or would he just be laughed at by all her friends?
a painful minute of silence rushed through the room, ended only by a sharp cry of laughter. she was laughing! neville didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing but he soon joined in and began chuckling himself.
“oh my god,” y/n started. “i can’t breathe! i cant, i cant,”
after a good four or five minutes y/n finally looked up from her laughing position and looked at her boyfriend. “that’s normal, nev,” she said.
“what?” neville squeezed out.
“to have dreams like that, it’s normal. i’d be concerned if you didn’t have those dreams,”
neville was very confused to say the least. his thoughts were gross… and here she was saying it’s okay.
“and like,” neville started, “every time we like, kiss and stuff, i get a- erm..”
“a what, love?”
neville vaguely gestured to his crotch, hoping she’d get what he meant.
“ohhhhhh. yeah… that’s normal too i think,”she said. neville was relieved to say the least.
it was nearing dinner time, and y/n had promised to sit with hermione and ginny during the meal. she pecked neville on the cheek and started towards the door. she was almost out when she heard a soft voice call out to her.
“y/n?”
“yeah, baby?”
“could you… maybe stay?”
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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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nevsdoll · 1 year
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wounds | neville longbottom
neville longbottom x gen!reader
summary! after some time y/n gets alone time with their boyfriend and attends his wounds | time line: year 7 at hogwarts before the battle
warnings; cursing, bruises and mentions of violence
a/n: i wrote a smut part 2 of this but i don't know if i should post it because to me it's so bad LOLLL but if you guys want it i'll post it😈
gif by @/dation i just cropped it (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)
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you knew neville had been having a hard time dealing with everything that was going on at the time. with harry, hermione and ron gone, he had to take lead place with the dumbledore's army and protect the students now that snape was headmaster.
that day was particularly bad because he had to take another dose of a torturing spell, which not only hurt him physically but also made him think of his parents.
neville clenched at your touch and whined in pain. "i'm sorry, nev, but i really need to cure your wounds or they'll get worse" you smiled trying to comfort him.
"it's fine, i'll just go see mrs. pomfrey." he said still clenching his teeth together.
"i can do it" you answered while slowly covering his arm with a bandage. "also i want to spend time with you, these days it seems i only see you at d.a meetings"
your boyfriend smiled at your words and gave you a small kiss on the lips. "they really fucked me up this time, didn't they?" he said while looking at the bruises on his face reflected on the mirror.
"i think you look hot, though" to be honest, you didn't think before speaking, but even if you did, you would have said that either way. neville looked at you with confused eyes. "you look tough, like a bad guy"
he laughed "me?".
"yes, you." you laughed too. "neville longbottom, the bad boy... how does it sound?"
"terrible!" he said. "i kind of prefer 'neville longbottom, the witless wonder'" he said looking at his now bandaged arm.
"i don't" you responded. "get closer, i need to attend the bruises on your face now" neville did as you said while you carefully touched his face trying to see all the wounds. "do they hurt a lot?"
"not so much now" the boy smiled as you touched his face, enjoying the feeling of your skin on his that he so much missed. "i'm so lucky to have you" you didn't expect him saying something like that and couldn't help but to blush. you didn't even know how to respond and just laughed shyly. "i mean it" you smiled at him and got closer to him trying to reach for a kiss. neville held your face with his hands, kissing you deeply. completely needy. you knew you missed his lips but at the touch of them you flipped. somehow it felt like the first time you kissed. your cheeks turned red again and your stomach went fluttery. the same way it happened when you kissed him for the first time years ago. "what's wrong?" he asked as he saw your nervous look.
"i don't know... i just missed you so much..." neville smiled and gave you a small kiss on your forehead. you smiled back at him and went back to heal his wounds.
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slaymybreathaway · 4 months
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WASTELAND BABY! (Chapter Three)
Chapter List Masterlist 📼
Word Count: 1k
Content: sexual innuendo, friendly banter, Neville being all cute and flustered
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September 5th ○ Gryffindor Dorms
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"Ron get up" Harry shook the sleeping figure of his best friend and watched as his one of his eyes opened, his long red hair still splayed across the pillow.
The rest of the boys were already up, having been woken by the bell rining in the corridoor fifteen minutes prior.
"Lemmesleeparry," Ron mumbled before turning onto his other side. Harry rolled his eyes, though he had grown used to this over years.
"Tell him that he'll miss breakfast," Dean laughed from where he was making his bed on the other side of the room. "That should get him up quick enough,"
"Or..." Seamus buttoned up his shirt before grabbing his pillow and holding it up, a michevious smirk on his face.
The other three boys realised what he was getting at and picked up their pillows, quietly walking over to Ron's bed. Seamus counted down from three on his fingers before they all jumped on the bed, bashing the sleeping boy with their pillows.
Ron covered his head with his hands, in a futile attempt to protect himself from the suprise attack. Feathers flew around the room as laughter erupted from the attackers, only stopping once Ron held up his hand in surrender. "Alright alright! I'm up, I'm up!"
Seamus, Dean, Harry and Neville retreased back to their own beds, still chuckling to themselves as a loud knock sounded on the door.
"Shay, you in there?" The sound of an Irish accent made Neville turn his head towards the door quicker than a racing broom.
"Yeah, come in Y/n" Seamus called out from where he was digging through his trunk.
The door opened and in walked y/n, carrying a small pile of clothes. She put them on Seamus' bed, not noticing Neville trying to fix his hair as much as he could.
It had been a few days since their dance on the top of the astronomy tower that had made his affections for her stronger than ever.
"Ma put these in with my stuff before we left. She leave anything with you?" She asked, peering over her brothers shoulder into his trunk. It was often that their mother got their clothes mixed up while doing the laundry.
"I don't understand why there's a charm on the stairs to the girl's dorms but not the boy's. What if we weren't decent or something?" Ron muttered grumpily as he sat on the edge of his bed, pulling on a pair of grey socks.
Y/n turned to face him. "Dumbledore trusts us more than you bunch of perverts I suppose," she let out a laugh, crossing her arms.  "Besides, if you weren't decent, Ron, I doubt there'd be much for me to look at anyways,"
A smirk climbed onto the girl's face as a chorus of "oooh" sounded across the room. A red blush started to connect the freckles on Ron's cheeks as he stuttered trying to defend himself.
Inbetween fits of laughter, Harry handed Ron the glass of water from his nightstand. "You'll need this, mate"
"For what?" He looked up at his friend in confusion.
"To cool down that burn!!" Dean called out, both of his hands cupped around his mouth to project his voice, the room erupted into laughter once more.
"Oh shut up," Ron rolled his eyes and walked straight to bathroom.
Laughter died down as everyone went back to what they were doing. Seamus pulled a couple of t-shirts out of his trunk and set them down on the bed. "Here, these are yours... and, em," he spoke embarrasedly "so is this,"
Y/n watched as Seamus picked a black bra out of his trunk like it was a contaminated object and flung it towards her. Her face immediatley went red with embarrasment as she tucked the bra away under her jumper in an attempt to hide it.
It was poinless though, because Dean let out a whistle from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed. "C'mon y/n/n, show and tell," he joked.
"Piss off Deano," she cracked into a laugh before picking up her other clothes from the bed and started to leave. "Hey Nev, I need to drop these back to my dorm. Will you save a seat in the Great Hall for me?"
Neville looked up from where he was studying his timetable for the year and gave y/n a smile. "Yeah of course,"
Seamus' eyes glanced between all of his friends' faces in suspicion. He waited till his sister had left the room and was out of earshot before turning back to his mates. "You guys better have had a good look because that's it," he spoke just as Ron walked back into the dorm, toothbrush in hand.
"That's what?" Harry asked, confused.
All of the boys turned their heads to Seamus for an answer.
Seamus crossed his arms before speaking "Y/n's off limits, starting now,"  he nodded decidedly.
Neville looked at Seamus with confusion. What did he mean off limits?
"What? That's crazy! we wouldn't go after your sister," Dean shot back, a look of shock on his face.
"Speak for yourself, Thomas." Ron scoffed, a smirk on his face. Seamus, who's face was turning quite red, was about to speak up before Harry interrupted him.
"Do you think if I asked her out she'd say yes. You know, because I'm The Chosen One and all," he grinned, sharing a look with Ron. Of course neither of them was serious, they were just trying to get on Seamus' nerves... and it was working.
Once Dean realised what they were doing, he chimed in too. "On second thought, she does give me the look sometimes"
Seamus almost had smoke almost blowing out of his ears at this stage, but before he exploded he turned to Neville. "I suppose you wanna get in on this aswell, Longbottom?" He asked.
A state of panic came over Neville and he could feel the colour drain from his face. "What? I don't wanna say anything!" He held his hands up.
Seamus' anger was halted as he flung one of his arms around Neville's shoulders. "See! Longbottom's the only one with the decency to not want to snog my sister!" He smiled, pointing at Neville between every word.
Nevilles face went from white as a ghost to red as a tomato in a matter of seconds and he felt his heart racing in his chest.
Only if he knew...
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vilentia · 8 months
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Love's Bloom
Neville Longbottom x reader
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Summary: In the Hogwarts greenhouse, a heartfelt connection blossomed.
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Neville stood amidst the vibrant flora of the Hogwarts greenhouse, his hands carefully tending to a delicate Mandrake leaf. He was always at peace here, surrounded by the beauty and serenity of the magical plants he loved so dearly. But today, his heart fluttered with a different kind of magic.
As he lost himself in the rhythmic dance of leaves and petals, the soft footsteps of someone approaching caught his attention. He turned, his eyes meeting yours, and a warm smile blossomed across his face. There you were, the person who made his heart race faster than a Golden Snitch.
"Hey, Neville," you greeted him, your voice as sweet as a melody. The gentle hum of the Hogwarts castle in the background seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little world.
"Hello," he replied, his cheeks tinted with a soft blush that matched the vibrant hues of the flowers around you. "I didn't expect to see you here today."
You stepped closer, the delicate scent of blooming petals filling the air. "I wanted to find you," you admitted, your eyes locking onto his. "There's something I've been meaning to say."
Neville's heart skipped a beat, and he gently set aside the Mandrake leaf he'd been tending to. "What is it?" he asked, his voice laced with anticipation.
Your fingers reached out, lightly brushing against his as you closed the distance between you. "Neville, you're perfect to me," you whispered, your eyes shimmering with sincerity. "Everything about you, your kindness, your strength, your passion for magical plants—it all makes you perfect in my eyes."
Neville's heart swelled with emotion, and he took your hand in his, his touch as tender as the caress of a petal. "And you," he began, his gaze unwavering, "you're the magic in my world, the melody in my heart. You're perfect to me too."
In that moment, surrounded by the enchanting beauty of the greenhouse, you and Neville shared a love that was as timeless and enduring as the most resilient of magical plants. It was a love that, much like the song of a heart, would forever echo its sweet, perfect tune.
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btsbabe7 · 4 months
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November Prompt 21: Crisp Air
Words: 905 | Pairing: Neville Longbottom x reader
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In the distance, you can make out Neville’s frame hunched on a bench in front of the main greenhouse. Thick brown vines trailing across the giant frosted windows hug the structure behind him and the morning horizon peeks just beyond it. The view is breathtaking, but you can’t bring yourself to stop staring at him.
Your close footsteps draw his attention from the book in his hands and up towards you. His thick brown hair is blowing in the soft morning winds and he shoves his book away, immediately coming off the bench to greet you with a warm smile. His gloved hands rest on your cheeks and he leans down to plant a soft kiss on your lips, warming you more than you’d been with your hands shoved inside your coat pockets on the walk over. When he pulls away, his ocean blue eyes gaze into yours and you get lost in them until the crisp morning air rushes over the both of you. The moment you shiver against him, he reaches into his bag for the extra greenhouse keys he’d managed to get from Professor Sprout at the beginning of the year.
“Next class isn’t due til noon, so we have plenty of time to study,” he grunts while pushing the heavy door open with his shoulder. With a sigh, he turns back toward you, following your lead after you step inside. Shortly after, he locks the door from the inside. “But I don’t understand why you want to study dittany, we’re far more advanced than that.”
You take in the warmth of the greenhouse. All the sunlight that seems to have disappeared over the week has been absorbed inside the frosted glass walls. Everywhere you turn there’s plant pots, soil and fertilizer bags or some green herb growing lushly. It makes you smile, makes you happy to be able to witness life in this form when everything outside of here is withering away and growing colder with winter fast approaching.
You peel your coat off, then your gloves and scarf and earmuffs and toss them on the only empty table you can find before turning to see your boyfriend’s look of confusion.
“Come on, Nev,” you purr softly. “Warm me up a bit?”
Your teeth sink into your bottom lip the moment he slips out of his coat and drops everything on the ground before scurrying to you. Neville steps in front of you, allowing his fingertips to curl against the hairs at the nape of your neck before pulling you into an open-mouthed kiss.
He’s gotten loads more attention now due to his changing looks, but you’ve had the real luxury of watching him grow older over the years. His puffy cheeks were the first to go, eventually rounding out into a sculpted, chiseled jawline and soon after, his body had done the same, leaving him with nothing but pure muscle that threatened to tear through the white button up he’d failed to replace. And though he had many physical changes, his kindness and courage and care for you always remained, and that’s what you love most.
You hop on top of the table, shaking a few pots in the neighboring potting tables which gains a laugh from the both of you. And once you’ve steadied yourself, you glide your hands over his, which had dropped to your waist during your kiss. Then, you trail up his wrists and slowly over his biceps until you reach his shoulder blades. You work your fingers tenderly into the knots that always form there and he grunts loudly in relief.
“You’re doing it again, aren’t you?” You moan. “Carrying all the plant pots for the first years?”
He bows his head in shame, knowing that he told you he’d stop two weeks ago.
“You know how heavy those pots can get, Y/n, and they’re so small. It reminds me of us seven years ago,” he admits.
“Nev, you promised. It’s admirable, truly, but you’re neglecting your own body.”
“I can handle it,” he whispers and leans in closer, looking you straight in the eyes with a smirk. “Besides, I have you to rub out all the kinks and knots.”
You scoff softly before giggling against his touch and pulling him closer. He rests his head against your shoulder, his breath steadying against rhe goosebumps that have prickled across your skin.
“Y/n?” He breathes.
“Mhm?”
“I want you to stay with me over the break,” he answers, pulling back to see the clear excitement and nervousness on your face.
In all the years of dating, he’d never asked, and during the times you’d begged him, he always said he didn’t want to intrude on you and your time with your family; though, he didn’t even have his own anymore.
“Yes. Yes! Of course I’ll come, Nev,” you exclaim and rest your hands against his collarbones.
“Y/n,” he says again and you gaze up into his eyes once more. “I’m absolutely head over heels in love with you.”
You blush hard as he brushes your tears away and pulls your lips back against his. In that kiss, you both make a silent vow to never abandon each other. And that vow, in a world where anything can be frigid and crisp on the outside, having the ability to lean on each other for warmth whenever you may need it feels absolutely amazing, just as love should.
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Christmas with Neville Longbottom
Masterpost || Harry Potter Masterlist
Neville Longbottom x GN!Reader
Headcanon/Drabble: The first time with your new boyfriend during the festive season
Warnings: These drabbles/headcanons are directed towards a teen audience, as this takes place during Hogwarts schooling. You can read it as a backstory as sorts, but keep in mind the reader and Neville are minors. Neville’s parents and backstory is part of this headcanon, so be weary when reading.
Notes/Anything Else: Neville’s my favourite and a major comfort of mine. With Christmas coming I was thinking about this little thing hehe, hope you enjoy ! I haven’t done a format like this before… is it a drabble ? Idk…
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Christmas times always been a iffy topic to Neville.
You noticed it when the Christmas holidays were coming closer, whenever someone would ask what each other plans were during the time. The teen would slug down a bit in his spot and have a dejected face for the conversation. You didn’t pry… to much.
When you two started dating your 5th year, you really took notice of it.
You found him in the common room, looking on the brink of tears, curled next to the fire place.
It broke your heart. “Why is my love so sad?”
You sat on the floor in front of the chair he was curled in. You asked what was wrong.
The common room was empty as everyone was packing to leave for the holiday, but you still whispered.
Neville didn’t say anything for a solid 10 minutes. All that was heard was the crackle and pops of the fire place.
“… my nan likes to have Christmas with my mum and dad.”
You turned to face him, his chubby cheeks had tears slowly rolling down. Your heart was breaking even more.
Neville didn’t live with his parents, you knew that, but he never talked about what had happened with them or even if they were alive.
“Nan says they’ll know who I am when I’m there.” Sniffles were coming in clumps now.
You sat up immediately and placed yourself on the arm rest next to him, taking hold of his hand and squeezing tight, a gesture you know will calm him down. “What do you mean by that? Love, you can tell me anything.”
Sobbing was echoed through out the room, you squeeze his hand impossibly harder. He explains St Margo’s, and how they’ve lost themselves. (You could tell he was holding back, but you wouldn’t dare push him any further, with all he’s said already)
A great pain of sadness deep in your chest gathered. By that point forward, you made sure your boyfriends Christmas were special.
You brought your own Christmas decor from home and set them up in the green house (with permission). A small Christmas tree with red & gold ornaments, with present, sweets and all Neville favourite plants surrounding it.
The first time your brought him to your little set up, you bouncing on the heels of your feet while you told him he can open his eyes now.
First, shock, then disbelief and lastly utter gratefulness crossed his face when tears started coming down.
You embraced him in the tightest hug, wiped his tears away and kissed his cheek.
Carefully taking him by the hand, you lead him to a little picnic blanket laid out with sweets of all sorts that you brought last time in Hogsmeade.
“I don’t deserve you at all.” He whispered, wiping his, now, puffy red eyes. You stop, turned to him, and cuffed his cheeks.
“Don’t tell me you don’t deserve anything, especially me, because that means you deserve everything.”
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terracottapie25 · 1 year
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Pairing (s): Neville longbottom x reader
Summary: Neville wakes up to find his girlfriend gone but thinks nothing of it ,but when he wants to put on one of his favorite sweaters he finds it's missing.only when reader get back with tea for the two of them she sees her wearing it.
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Hello Luna,  I was wondering if you could do a lazy Sunday cuddle with either Newt Scamander (Fantastic Beasts) or Neville Longbottom (Harry Potter). Maybe reader steals one of his sweaters and it’s absolutely huge on them?
Warnings:nothing basically just fluff
It was just another lazy Sunday morning usually you and Neville would be in bed till lunch and cuddle but you woke up earlier than usual and decided to get some tea for you to .It was a bit chilly out so you put on a random sweater to found laying on the desk chair.You went to the kitchens and just made like small talks with the elves while you waited for your tea, you came down here often so this wasn't strange.
Meanwhile in your (his)dorm Neville woke up expecting you to be cuddled up in his side but was met with a cold and empty bed ,he looked around the dorm to see if you were anywhere but you weren't.He then just assumed you went on a walk or to the kitchens like you would do most of the time .He didn't give it a piece of mind knowing you would probably return soon anyways.
He got up ,a shiver went down his back only now realizing how cold it is.He went to his desk looking for his sweater remembering he put it there last night but to his surprise it wasn't there anymore, he looked in his closet ,under his bed sadly it was nowhere to be found so he went to look in his dresser knowing you sometimes hide them in there with out him knowing which he didn't mind of course.
It wasn't there either making him confused,but then he heard the door open turning around he saw you in the sweater he was looking for.It looked huge on you and that made Neville smile cus he thought you looked adorable in his clothes.
Just as you put the tea down on the table you felt two hand around your stomach and a head on your shoulder.You turned around only to see Neville smiling down at you ."you know you shouldn't take things that aren't yours without asking sugar" and that made you blush a crimson red.He of course didn't mind it at all and in the end you spent the whole day just cuddling and talking.
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AN: Hi everyone, I hope all of you are having a good year so far. This chapter is an eventful one, so, there is a lot going on, I hope you don't get intimidated by the size of it because that's a real concern to me. I think at the beginning of this I just wanted to make a pure smut short story but this got out of hand and this is slow burning HARD, so please be patient. Thanks for reading! I love you all!!!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6:
☁️Loud whispers ☁️
The b side of the record kept turning around for a while before Neville realized that the music had stopped. He was holding y/n in his arms and that was all he wanted. Could he allow himself to imagine how everything would be if he found the courage to confess his feelings for her? But she just said that she wanted to be with Fred. He didn't need to inflict extra torture to his heart with ridiculous scenarios in his head.
Y/n we should go to bed, the old man in the chimney is not bringing anything to you otherwise.
She smiled with her eyes closed, Neville had been mocking about muggle Christmas since she told him all about it. She just hummed in response.
C'mon babe, I'll help you
The pet name sent shivers through her spine but Neville was oblivious to his little tongue slip and after turning off the turntable he took her in his arms with little effort and started taking her upstairs. She was having trouble defining if that was part of her dreams or really happening, all she could do was hold tight on Neville's neck. He put her down to open her room door and walked her to bed. She was sitting on the edge of the bed like a puppet with her hair covering her face but when she finally opened her eyes she could see him clearly, he was on his knees really carefully taking her shoes off, his soft hair covering his eyes, his beautiful nose and lips shining in the moonlight... tenderness overcame her will and she murmured
You really look like a prince
He stopped, he could hear his heart pounding hard almost coming out of his mouth, he raised his head and looked at her, she was smiling with a strange twinkle in her eyes. He slowly put her hair behind her ear, his fingers caressing her skin, she closed her eyes at the contact, he was positive he could have kissed her but he just couldn't bring himself to do it, he was really nervous, his hands almost trembling, so he sighed heavily instead, letting go on the moment.
She opened her eyes a bit disappointed and watched him stand but, before he turned to walk out she took his hand
Stay with me?
He nodded silently.
It was certainly not weird for them to sleep together, but this time felt particularly different from the others.
She took the side by the wall and as soon as he got inside the bed with her they embraced tightly as they sometimes did, but they could hear each others hearts pounding fast at the same rate so they just lay down like that for a lot of time, no talking but no sleeping either, both souls tortured by the need of retaining the moment, they thought that if they didn't moved the night could last longer.
But before sunrise there was a weird motor noise coming from outside the window and then, a particular knock on the crystal. Y/n woke startled, it couldn't be. He wouldn't. She couldn't explain why but she already knew it was him, when she pulled out the curtains she wasn't surprised to see Fred Weasley riding a flying motorcycle and smiling and waving as if it was an everyday thing.
With her stomach sinking she opened the window.
Merry Christmas sweetheart
Godric's beard! what on earth are you doing here?!
Oh I adore when people whisper loudly, it's so contradictious.
It's really not funny, my neighbors could see you! You could be in so much trouble!!
No I could not, baby girl, Bill sorted that out, now could you please get on? And don't argue with me, I'm serious.
Y/n was very susceptible to Fred's commands, besides, even if she tried to hide it, her heart was really coming out of her chest in excitement, she was about to put a foot on the window but then she turned to see Neville sleeping, she couldn't leave him, she had to tell him but what would he say? Would he be mad? Would he ask her to stay? FUCK
Fred's hand reached to her's, he had a pleading look on his face.
It has to be quick ok? I have to come back soon.
Whatever you want love.
Y/n discovered that she hated heights and not just brooms. She was clinging to Fred's waist with her whole life and begging for him to come down to earth as soon as possible. She didn't even know for how long they actually fly, the time seemed so eternal over there, she was actually starting to have problems breathing, a panic attack or just the cold air? Who knew, but she was relieved when they landed on a field, just in time to see the sunrise.
Are you ok y/n? You look pale.
It's just... We need to go back without flying, I hate flaying!
Yeah, I had a hunch, more like some scratches... - he was smiling, dark Shadows around his eyes but he seemed happy. Y/n looked around trying to relax
So, what are we doing here?
Ugh, don't you have an ounce of romanticism in your beautiful body love?
Be serious Fred Weasley! - she stopped in the middle of her scold, couldn't help but beam at him the same way he was incontrolable smirking.
He came closer to her, took her by the hand, his thumb softly caressing her skin, she was astonished, losing her mind at the gentle kiss he put on her cheek while whispering in her ear
I just wanted to see you
Y/n felt so unreal, here she was, Christmas morning in what it looks like to be the outside of Cotswolds, being a hostage of her forever crush Fred Weasley who came flying in a bloody motorcycle just because he wanted to see her!?!? She was about to scream and faint and throw up and pee herself.
He was about to kiss her but something inside her heart made her stoped him.
Wait, I can't, Im, I need to figure out, I mean it's just that I'm not totally sure this is a good idea
What?! Why!?
It's just, there's something bothering me, but I don't know how to say it...no I actually do know WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU AFTER THAT NIGHT?? IT BROKE MY HEART TO WAKE UP ALONE IT FELT LIKE SHIT
oh...
She didn't mean to scream at him it was just an impulse, if she didn't take it she might have never face him like that ever
I'm actually quite embarrassed about that, it was horrible, but I didn't know what to do or if you wanted me there in your bed, I was also worried about the dirty things I said, there were a few I've never ever said before and I didn't know what to do it was weird, I'm truly sorry love, it wasn't my intention to hurt you
It's just, I felt used, and after that you acted like if you regretted it
I could never! I mean I have show you how much I don't regret it - Fred raised an eyebrow and made a pause waiting for her to laugh but she remained serious so he kept going - and I'll show you again I would gladly show you for the rest of my life, but, it was just the embarrassment and...WAIT! AFTER THAT YOU CAME OUT OF MY BROTHERS DORMITORY SO YOU DEFINITELY HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO TOO!
I was just with Neville!
Yeah but you spent the night with him, that's certainly unusual
It's not
Wait wait wait, you were with him right now weren't you? He was in YOUR bed!?
He was, but nothing happened, nothing has ever happened we are...- y/n stoped right on her track's, she couldn't lie. Even if every night before was innocent, this night in particular wasn't. Neville could have kissed her, she wanted him to kiss her so badly... But he didn't and that broke y/n's heart. She asked him to stay bcoz she couldn't resist the need of having him close to her, to smell his clothes, to feel his arms around her, to hear his heart and feel his breathing in her hair, she wanted him so badly she didn't made the slightliest move in the whole night because of nervousness. She couldn't say they were just friends anymore because this between them meant so much more to her now.
Fred interrupted her thoughts
It's alright I know, you are just friends its fine, I'll take it. Be my girlfriend. Be her friend BUT BE MY GIRLFRIEND. What do you say?
She was speechless. Fred kept going
I know I'm not boyfriend material, my sister just said that and I know she's right, she's bloody right as always, but damn it, I want to be, I can learn, I'm fast and smart as hell and I know we fight a lot but I think that's kinda hot!? Anyway I can learn how to not fight If you want, I just hate that I hurt you and I don't want to push you away, please y/n be my girlfriend you won't regret it I swear.
Fred I'm...-y/n didn't know what to say, she felt her heart split in two, she wanted Fred so badly all those years, but now all she could think about was Neville.
You are not sure, right, ok just don't say no, I tell you what, we can date, give me a month, I can convince you in a month I'm sure all your doubts will be gone once you taste the sweet Weasley premium treatment, what do you say sweetheart can you give me a month?
Gosh as if I could say no, you are bloody persistent and annoying I can barely hear my own thoughts!- she was smiling again, how could she deny anything to him? A month would be perfect to figure it out the mess in her heart.
He took her back home in the muggle way, it was considerably more enjoyable. She invited him to stay for breakfast but he was in a hurry, George and Bill agreed to cover for him so Mrs Weasley wouldn't notice Fred's absence, so he gave her a kiss and then he pushed a bottom in the machine and disappeared in the blue sky.
Y/n's grandma was already up in the kitchen with a cup of tea, a weird expression behind her golden glasses. Y/n was suddenly nervous, something was going on. She approached the kitchen table slowly.
Sorry grand, it was a friend, he wanted to see me on Christmas, I didn't mean to wake you up - maybe I can wake Neville too so we can all open the gifts together?
Her grand remained silent for a moment and then she expressed in the most mortifying tone
You know dear, I might not be used to flying motorcycles but I can recognize a broken heart when I see it.
Huh?
They looked at each other for a moment and then, something inside y/n broke. She raced upstairs to check the rooms. They were empty. Neville was gone.
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It was funny how sometimes Neville was just carried away by a feeling or a thought and felt so sure of the decisions he needed to take. Most of the time he hesitated but there were moments where he just knew. This was one of them.
As soon as y/n left with Fred he took his things, apologized to y/n's grandma and left the house. He took the knockturn bus and went to London, to San Mungo's. He spent the day with his mom and dad, his grandma came by the end of the visit, she wasn't surprised to see him there. She acted normal, as if this was what they have planned. He told her he would be back to Hogwarts, to catch up with some homework and take care of some plants, she didn't try to dissuade him to come home, it was clear in his eyes that he needed to be alone but before he got on the train she told him something that he would never forget
My boy there is a lot of things you have to work hard for, but love isn't one of them.
Neville was relieved to find himself alone all the way to Hogwarts because he couldn't hold the tears any longer. Even if he had zero expectations, even if he didn't dare to dream of getting the girl of his dreams, even when he came into this situation knowing he already lost, he was heartbroken.
Love. That word was nothing but something he was kept away from. The love of his parents, stolen away just because. The love of his nan always hidden from him so he would grow strong and not weak. But he was just so sensitive, thirsty for love and affection, it was so bad he went straight to fall for a girl who's heart was already taken. And he thought he could live in peace with that defeat but the moment she went away with Fred he knew he couldn't. Waiting for her to return felt like twisting the knife that was already in his heart. That grey morning he found that despite all odds he had a pride and he wasn't built to stay in the shadows, quiet and well behaved like a puppy. He was hurt and he was angry. Angry at himself, how did he not see this coming? The moment he became friends with her he put himself in such vulnerable position... He had always found her gorgeous and nice, but she seemed so far away even if she was kind and cared about him she was a stranger and a bit older so that should have been enough, but no, the moment he saw her dancing to one of his favorite records he was already hook, and what is worse, from the moment he was really interested, she was already taken. Time was a perfect way to test fate and it was always so clear that they weren't meant to be together it was almost laughable the way he insisted on falling for her while he was telling himself that they were just friends. Always so damn stupid.
He had been in the dept's of despear for hours, laying in his bed blissfully alone when a recognizable knock interrupted in the cold night. There was almost no one in the Gryffindor Tower so he was almost sure it was her, but he still wondered if it could be. He remained silent, then the knock insisted one more time and she spoke
Nev, if you are there please please answer, I'm really worried.
His heart jumped enthusiastically but he's mind knew better. He needed to be back on his track's, be more careful with his own feelings, set boundaries so he could survive this.
Please Nev, I'm sorry I ...
He opened the door immediately, he couldn't bare to listen an apology
Im ok, don't worry, it was an emergency at home so don't feel guilty, everything it's alright y/n, it was unnecessary for you to return so soon, I'm sorry I wasn't clear with the reason for my sudden departure.
He's eyes were swollen, it was horrible to see him like this.
But, Can I help with anything? Are you sure you are alright? You seem...
Actually yeah, I need time alone, to figure out things.
Oh
Sorry y/n, if you don't mind...
Yeah, ok, yeah, I'll be in my dorm if you need me ok?
Sure, thank you, good night.
Closing the door in her face was one of the hardest things he had ever done in his life, she looked as sad and confused as him and the need to make her feel better was hard to shut down. He needed this. They needed this. The distance would make everything clear and simple as it used to be.
The next day more students were back in school just in time for the Slytherin new years party, y/n was not in the mood to celebrate but she needed a distraction, so she made an effort to cover her swollen face, red eyes and pale skin and went to the dungeons in a little silver dress.
The music was loud in the crowded common room, the first thing she did was hurrying to the table in the corner and pour herself a drink, the act reminded her of the episode in the kitchen with Neville, her heart hurt at the memory, how could things be so different just from a few days before? He didn't wanted her around and she didn't wanted to give him another opportunity to reject her so she fulfilled his wishes staying out of his way. Soon enough she was half drunk, a few boys had hit on her from time to time but she had turned them all down. She missed Neville so badly, the music was just lame and he wasn't there to complain with, a few class mates from Hufflepuff and Slytherin had dropped by to catch up and she was just so bored with all of them. No one understood her jokes, she needed Neville so bad, it felt like a physical pain.
And then Ginny Weasley showed up.
After saying hello to the 90% of the crowd she came by to have a chat.
How you doing?
Y/n didn't even made and effort to seem happy and just made a gesture.
Oh that sounds lovely! - Ginny laughed - you look hot tho, why are you here alone?
Y/n raised her shoulders in response, having her mouth occupied with her sweet emerald drink.
How much have you take? And no, this time I will not take grunts for an answer.
Dunno, where are your friends? It's weird to see you alone...
I have a lot of friends you'll have to be more specific
I mean Luna and...
She couldn't even say his name, she already felt the tears trying to come up
Oh, well Luna is over there next to the dj, possibly trying to steal his position... obviously Neville is not coming, even if he felt better he would never
Have you seen him then?!
Yes
And!?!?? - y/n was no longer trying to hide her concern, she needed to know, she needed answers.
I'm sorry y/n all I can say is that he needs time. But he's ok. - Ginny noticed y/n's expression, she felt bad for her but also, a sudden thought altered her empathy
Why are you not asking about my brother?
Y/n's face turned red, fortunately Luna and some other girls aproched, one of them was tall and blonde, she was really loudly asking questions about every boy, wanting to know who was available and the other (a cute brunette with long hair) was just laughing at everything. Luna greeted y/n with a hug.
Hi y/n! You seem sad, if a had a fruit I would give it to you.
Oh, thanks Luna, I'm not...
WHY ARE YOU SAD??- y/n had the whole attention from all of them and she was feeling really uncomfortable.
I'm not, it's just new years and all that
ITS BECAUSE OF A BOY?! IS HE SINGLE?
Yeah, I mean no, he IS single, but is not THAT, he is my friend, he doesn't speak to me right now
BUT WHY, WHY DID YOU DO?!
y/n doubted for a second, but the alcohol in her system and her desperate need for answers were faster than her brain and all of the sudden she was explaining everything to the girls. It was really comforting to see their reactions when she told them the important parts and the confusion in their faces in the ones that were eating her inside. Ginny was quiet and Luna seemed distracted looking at the giant squid who was casually observing the party through the window. Y/n didn't felt offended, it was an astonishing scene.
BUT WAIT, ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT FRED WEASLEY? AND LONGBOTTOM? THE BOY YOU ARE ALWAYS WITH...
The brunette seemed to catch up just then and exclaimed
ARE YOU SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING REJECTING FRED BLOODY WEASLEY FOR NEVILLE??!!;!
SHSHSHSHSHHSS!!!
Draco, who was really close took interest in their conversation and came to talk to them
Did I just hear that someone is debating about Weasley and that useless Longbottom?
Ugh piss of Malfoy
Been telling everyone that you acted like a couple in love, but I can't actually believe that you would choose that useless clumsy joke of a wizard for a boyfriend if you have the chance to get Fred Weasley
RIGHT?! -the blonde was moving her eyelashes in an abnormal way and getting closer and closer to Draco.
The two of you are just idiots then - y/n couldn't control her rage at those horrible words towards Neville.
Neville is AMAZING, he has the best taste in music, he is incredibly sensitive and funny and his hands are sooo delicate and his fingers so long, his eyes are dreamy and he really knows how to listen and gives excellent advice, he is tall and his hair is thick and so black and soft and smells so damn good it makes you smile as soon as you wake up in the morning, his nose is long and cute and shows real character, his lips are so red and his smile sweet and he's so charming and he knows and IS lot of stuff that you could never dream and you'll never get to know because you don't deserve to know him, so cut the shit off you kidney stone wankers!!!
Obviously that was the moment the music had stopped. They were all silent and y/n felt her face burning.
Finally Draco said
Well, I think you have it all clear, Happy new year - he smiled and went for a drink. The two girls went after him.
Then, the impossible happened and the dj put an Oasis song.
Y/n could have laughed if she wasn't so busy crying.
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fangisms · 10 months
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did you hear?
A/N: i just think he’s so lover.
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Pairings: Neville Longbottom x Popular!Fem!Reader
Summary: Neville Longbottom accidentally starts a raunchy rumor about the popular girl in his potions class. And rumors fly. 1.0k words.
Warnings: ‘snogging’ help im not british and it shows, rumors, allusions to sex/promiscuous acts, teasing, pining, strangers/friends to lovers
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Somehow Neville started a rumor about you. And somehow, through the unbelievably slippery walls of Hogwarts, the rumor made its way to you in less than a week.
It was an accident, honestly. And people kept blowing it way out of proportion. You were popular, more popular than he could ever hope to be, and when he said it, he had already accepted that nothing would ever really happen between the two of you. But this awful rumor made him sound boorish and borderline rabid when really it was supposed to be a harmless confession between friends.
"I heard Neville Longbottom wants to shag you out by the Quidditch pitch."
Even from a few tables down, he could see the mortification fall over your face like a black veil. Your friend giggled as she pulled away from whispering in your ear, and you clapped a hand over your mouth. He had to look away when your eyes flicked to meet his. Your friends spend the rest of lunch hour teasing you and snickering about him while you seem to shrink in on yourself.
Neville manages to avoid you where he can in the halls: taking the longer route, hiding in large groups. But none of it is very fruitful when you've got a very similar class schedule. In fact, despite his efforts, he spends nearly every passing period just behind you and sometimes even right beside you. Apparently, he's also got a clear shot of you from where he sits in the classes you share and you're even table mates in potions. Of course, he knew all of this before that nasty rumor was spread, he's just become hyperaware of it since then.
After making it through the week without too much tension, he finds himself scanning the pages of his Water Plants textbook in the Great Hall and not retaining any of the information. And as he props his chin in his hand, he notices you settle into the seat directly across from him, flashing him a quick smile before opening your own book.
He sits up, glancing around the room to find Snape preoccupied with a group of raucous students from Slytherin.
A small, crumpled piece of parchment rolls its way to your side of the table, stopping just before it topples over the edge. You set your book in your lap and look over your shoulder before unraveling the torn paper.
"I'm assuming you've heard the news by now."
A smile creeps onto your face as you flatten out the slip of paper and write your own message on the backside. You slide it across the table and just barely catch his eye.
"Here and there."
But he knows you mean just about every five seconds because this cursed rumor has been inescapable for as long as its existed. You slide the cover of the Hogwarts Gazette over as well. It's entitled, "Things Heat Up Between Popular Witch and Nerdy Wizard" just above a picture of the two of you smiling at each other in class with a few smaller headlines like, "The Rumors are True!" and "What's Next for the Unlikely Couple?"
He blinks. Who's reading this rubbish? Scratch that, who's writing this rubbish and how hard would it be to mame them?
"I'm sorry about that, it was supposed to be an inside joke. Honestly, I would never say something that awful in the first place. And especially not about you."
You give him a sympathetic smile and crumple the page and his note into a ball before sending back a new slip.
"I know."
He half-smiles before attempting to read again. But you toss him another scrap of paper.
"So what did you say then?"
You giggle when he flushes a bright pink before squinting at you and scribbling across the page.
"Something or other about wanting to snog a certain pretty girl. It was never meant to go past first base, honestly. Pure intentions!"
You shove the used paper in your pocket and glance over your shoulder with a mischievous look before delicately folding another piece and setting it in the center of his textbook. He opens it. But he doesn't get the chance to read it before it's snatched out of his grasp by a pale hand.
"Mr Longbottom," Snape drawls, "would you care to read this aloud since you two have insisted on interrupting your fellow students' focus?"
You hide your giggles behind your hand and Neville glares at you while Snape ushers him into the aisle.
He looks down the note and groans.
"How about those Quidditch Pitch seats?"
...
"Very funny," Neville grumbles while you hold his shoulder to steady yourself from convulsing with laughter.
"Your face! You should have seen your face!" You tease, tears nearly streaming down your face when you clutch the sleeve of his sweater.
"You set me up," he says, trying not to smile when you purse your lips.
"You started a rumor about me!"
"On accident."
You cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head to the side. "Then yes. I set you up. On accident. Walk me to Trelawney's?"
He rolls his eyes and offers his arm for you to loop yours through. You walk beside each other in silence nearly half the way, dodging confused looks and bothersome jeers from your friends.
"So," you mumble, looking at him with a cocked brow, "you really think I'm pretty?"
Neville shrugs. "And snoggable, I suppose."
He looks down at you and thinks he's never acted so cool around someone he likes so much. He thinks you're more than pretty and he wants to be able to tell you, but as you round the corner, the open classroom leers at you like a slippery snake. He spares you one last look and you peer up at him like a little dove. He goes pink.
You stop in the doorway and beckon him closer. And you think the nearly contemptuous smile on his face is new and ill-fitting but he's handsome nonetheless. You hold his chin and press a sweet kiss to his cheek before ducking into the classroom.
"See you in potions, Neville."
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longbottomlove · 2 months
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sick!Neville x reader
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poor neville had contracted the flu. there was a bout of it going around the school, and it had caught up to him. 3 days in the infirmary and the sickness hadn’t budged. he missed his friends, he missed his toad, but most of all, he missed you.
neville focused his eyes on the ceiling and let a long sigh out of his one open nostril. he was bored. being cooped up in the firm, springy bed had done wonders for his back. “wonders” as in “made it hurt like nothing else”. he just wanted to get better already.
his thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the infirmary door. madame pomfrey had stepped out, so it could be her, but he had a feeling it wasn’t.
“nev? you in here?”
there it was! your voice! it sounded labored but he didn’t care. the corners of his mouth pulled apart, evidence of the joy pulsing through his body.
he didn’t have time for a response before you pulled back the curtain to his bed. your hair was messed up, beads of sweat coated your forehead and you were breathing heavily.
“i..*gasp*.. ran here *gasp*.. all the way*gasp* from-“
“i get the gist,” neville said, amused that you wanted to see him so bad.
“are you okay? when can you get out of here? i brought your work. and a snack. well it’s for me but-“
“stop, love. i’m okay,” he grasped your arm and tugged it in a motion that said sit. and you did. right beside him. his eyelids were heavy and his hair was covered in sweat. he was not okay. but you let him think he was. arguing with a sick neville got you nowhere.
instead of saying something back, you kept quiet. putting your legs up on the bed, he opened his covers and welcomed you in. and you two stayed like that. enjoying each others company in the quiet of the empty room.
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a/n omg my first blurb/one shot / idk what it’s called it was so bad but i promise ill get better over time kk i love you!
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dreamingonfilm · 1 year
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✧˖*°࿐ Pumpkin Bread | N.L.
Neville Longbottom x gn!reader, fluff
Summary: In which Neville helps you with Herbology, despite the fact that you can’t stand him.
w/c: 2.9k
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You stood in front of the library doors, preoccupied listening to the pang of your heartbeat in your ears. The books and paperwork inside your backpack seemingly feel as if they now weighed tons. You sharply take a breath of the cold air and open the doors – taking a step inside the stuffy library; your thoughts come to a halt when you hear your name.
“(Y/N), over here!” the boy calls. Turning your head to the side, your eyes finally meet his. 
It’s not that you hate the boy or anything, but for some reason you two could never get along. Maybe it was the fact that he was always kind to you, or the fact that none of your insults or cold remarks could ever cut through him. Despite him being a nervous wreck all the time, the shudder of his shoulders and stammering of his voice always seemed to be cut short whenever you were around. And you almost hated him for it. 
You walked over to the table where he sat, giving a bitter look to anyone who dared look at you, and tried to calm down the anger that was slowly brewing inside. Neville however, was unaware of this anger, and this only seemed to frustrate you more as he pulled your chair out and handed you a slice of pumpkin bread. 
“I figured you’d want something to eat, you know, since we’re going to be here rather late and all.” He said sheepishly, giving you a soft smile as you took the pastry. 
You muttered a soft “thanks.” and went to open your book. It was a Friday night at Hogwarts and here you were in the library being tutored by none other than Neville Longbottom, the laughing-stock of Gryffindor. The flickering lights above you were already starting to give you a migraine, and the soft squeaks from your chairs were only distracting you from your own thoughts. How were you to do anything in here?
“S-so, I was thinking that maybe we could start with just going over what we’ve been learning in class so far,” he cut your concerns short, flipping through the pages of his book until he finally landed on the one he was looking for, “this is Stinksap! I-it's one of my favorites actually. My aunt gave me one for my birthda-”
“Neville, not to be rude or anything but I don’t really care.” You cut him off. The light in his face seemed to dim out as he shook his head in understanding. 
“Oh, well that’s alright. If you want we can review last weeks–”
Once again you cut him off with a loud groan. It was bad enough that you had to go to tutoring in general, but the fact that it was Neville, the one person who cared about Herbology, made it so much worse. You knew that there was no way to escape studying, and all you could focus on was how slowly the hands on the clock overhead turned. Two hours seemed to be so far away, and all you wanted was to get out of the library and go back to your dorm where you could do absolutely nothing and be content. 
“Look, I don’t want to be here just as much as you don’t want to be here. So let’s just sit here in silence for the next two hours and then part ways. Alright?” You sneered, closing your textbook and going back to stare at the clock. 
The boy next to you started to shift uncomfortably back and forth in his seat. He fidgeted with the hem of his sweater for a moment before going on to agree with you once more. Closing his book and replacing it with a small piece of parchment. 
You both sat in an awkward silence. The library slowly got emptier as the time went on in a brutally slow pace, the silence occasionally broken by the dinging of chairs and the sound of his quill on the parchment. 
You groan. The sound of the parchment fills your ears. You take a bite of the, now cold, pumpkin bread. The sound of the parchment fills your ears. You turn to face the window. The sound of the parchment fills your ears. 
And after forty minutes of sitting next to him, and listening to the god-awful sound of his quill, you finally snap.
“STOP IT!” You scream at him in full volume, standing up out of your chair as your ears go red.
The library goes quiet, quieter than usual, as everyone turns to look at you. The turning of book pages, the chatter between friends, and the sound of the parchment now gone. If you were to even take a breath right now, everyone would hear it. 
Neville stares at you with an unknowing and rather concerned look, his face flushing in embarrassment as he realizes that everyone is staring right at your table. In one quick motion he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you back down into the chair. 
“What’s wrong with you!” he whispers, trying to ignore the glare of everyone surrounding you two. You only roll your eyes and start to pack up your things. You didn’t need to deal with this and you surely weren’t going to force yourself through two hours of pure torture. The repercussion was something you could deal with later, but for right now you needed to go back to your dorm and get away from Neville.
You turn the corner to leave the library but not before hearing his soft voice speak once more.
“I never said that I don’t want to be here.”
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It has been two weeks since your tutoring lesson, or lack of, with Neville and things only seemed to get worse. Professor Sprout was furious when she found out about the scene you caused in the library, and about how you failed to stick to her assigned lesson plan. 
And that’s how you found yourself here, in the greenhouse, preparing pots for an upcoming lesson. This would be your second home for the next two months. 
Despite your constant whining, you started to find some sense of comfort in the greenhouse. You’ve grown accustomed to the echoing of your footsteps in the empty building, and the dripping of water every few seconds. While it was rather eery at first, being alone in a new environment at night, it started to become a nice part of your routine. It was certainly much better than tutoring after all. 
However, as the days passed by, you started to feel some sort of looming presence in the greenhouse. One night, you left the faucet to the watering system on. You were already halfway to your common room when you realized, but once you got back to the greenhouse, the faucet was already turned off. 
At first, you shook it off as you having a bad memory. But over time, things only got stranger and stranger. You complained about it being too cold in the garden, the next day there would be a sweater, with your house emblem waiting for you on a chair by the front door. You complained about the pots being cracked and there would be a fresh set of newly purchased pots not even a few hours later. There was this one instance where you forgot your backpack, and once you got to your dorm you found it there laying on your bed. How on earth, did your backpack get to your room before you? 
You were losing it. 
Your friends suggested that it was from a lack of sleep, and that you should talk to the professor about cutting down your workload, but you insisted that you were fine. And while the events truly did startle you, you really were fine, that would be up until today.
“(Y/L/N), may I have a word with you after class?” Professor Sprout spoke. 
Your train of thought broke as the class turned to stare at you. You lifted your head up before responding. “Yes Professor.”
The remainder of class went by quickly, students rushing out of the room as you went up to the professor's desk. She didn’t seem to notice you at first, and while you’d normally be aggravated due to your lack of patience, you found yourself rather calm. After all, you've grown really close to the Herbology teacher.
You let out a small cough and she finally looked up. “Ah! (Y/N)! Take a seat my dear.” she motioned to you. 
You awkwardly sat down in front of the professor. Your mind began to wander as you questioned what she could have called you for. Perhaps she’s extending your punishment, or maybe you messed up really badly last night? You go over the past few days, and nothing completely terrible seems to come to mind.
Finally you speak up. “What did you need to see me for?”
“Oh! I just wanted to check up on you! I know how overwhelming the greenhouse work may get, especially during this time of the year. Have you been alright?” She asked.
“Yeah, everything’s been fine,” you respond, not knowing whether or not you should bring up the strange events that have been happening. After all, Professor Sprout should have a reasonable explanation as to what has been going on, “actually Professor now that you mention in, there has been some strange stuff going o–” 
But your concerns get interrupted as she continues to speak.
“And I trust Neville hasn’t been giving you a hard time?”
Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Neville? You hadn’t seen him since two Fridays ago, so why on Earth would she bring him up now? 
“Huh? Why would Neville give me a hard time? I haven’t seen him sinc–”
“Oh that’s wonderful to hear! I was worried that he wouldn’t want to help you out after what happened during your tutoring! But he seemed rather excited when I asked him to watch over you. After all, your grade isn’t nearly well off enough for me to trust you alone in the greenhou…..”
But her voice slowly started to fade away as you realized what had happened. It was fucking Neville Longbottom. 
The corridor is filled with the echoing of your footsteps and your heavy breathing. The items in your backpack making a ruckus as they all clattered together due to your running down the hall. All you could see was red. 
“Where the fuck is he?” you thought to yourself, booking it to every corner of the castle. This was it, you finally lost your mind. 
As you turned to go back to your common room in a great defeat, you saw him. How could it not be? His tall stature, fluffy hair, and soft hands that you oh so badly wanted to rip out of his sockets.
Neville stood there, talking to himself as he tried to memorize the answers to next week's potions exam, as well as trying to figure out where he could get some more pumpkin bread, as he had heard you mention it to your friends that same morning. He ran a hand through his hair and groaned, “she’s driving me crazy.” As he started turning the corner, he heard a high-pitched screech from down the hall.
He shot back, turning around to see who could be the source of this demonic noise. And there you were. Your whole face red, knuckles white as you clutched the strap of your backpack; you could practically see the steam coming out of your ears.
“This is it,” he thought, “this is how I die.”
“NEVILLE!” You scream once more, running towards the boy whose face looked almost as pale as Malfoy’s, “EXPLAIN YOURSELF!” You began to hit his chest, fist clashing as he attempted to push you away to avoid either of you getting hurt.
“(Y/N), p-please calm down,” he said, trying his best to keep you from hitting him any more, “what are you talking about?”
You stopped your attempts at assault and looked at him. He was staring right back at you, concern written all over his face. “Don’t play dumb, Longbottom.”
He shivered when he heard the way you said his last name. If he would have known any better, he would have thought that you were Draco based on how you said it. Pronounced in the same way that everyone before him has said it, with a hint of disappointment.
“I know that you’ve been with me in the greenhouse!” You finished.
His face went pale. A simple, “Oh.” was all he could manage to spit out. He didn’t know what you wanted to hear, and even worse, he didn’t know what he could say. 
After a few more seconds of excruciating silence, you spoke once more.
“So then,” you adjusted the straps of your bag, “what are you, some pervert?”
His tongue nearly fell out of his mouth. “What?” 
“I mean, you’ve clearly been watching me! How else would you know to get me a sweater! Or the pots! How else did you manage to get into my room!” You spat. You were more annoyed now than ever, here you were with the evidence that Neville is a creep, but he didn’t want to admit it. You didn’t even care at this point. All you wanted was to be rid of him forever.
“First of all I’m not some pervert,” he stated, going on to move out of your way, “and secondly, the only reason I know those things is because we’re in class together!”
“And?”
“And you talk rather loudly,” he responded, “very loud actually.”
You shoot him a cold glare before hitting him once more on the arm. 
“Hey!”
“Okay, and what about my backpack?” You questioned. This was your holy grail, there is no excuse that he could come up with now that could prove to you that he isn’t some sick freak. You awaited his response as he stared at you uncomfortably.
“Oh right, I asked your friend to give it to you.”
You looked at him with a blank expression, embarrassment growing in the apples of your cheeks. The tension in the air grew awkward. So he isn’t a pervert. 
He coughed a few times and started shifting back and forth between his feet.
“Anyways, I- I think I’m going to head back now.” He gave you a small nod before heading off.
“Wait Neville,” you called out to him, grabbing his wrist, almost replicating that night in the library, “I’m sorry.” 
You looked down at your feet. You were not only embarrassed, but you were extremely disappointed in yourself and your lack of judgment. For years you saw Neville as this dorky git, who couldn’t do anything right. But here you were apologizing to him, as he has been the one that has been keeping your grade somewhat afloat, and taking care of the plants in the greenhouse. Your high ego failed to make you realize that there was no way you could ever keep those plants alive on your own.
A small laugh cracked the tension in the air as Neville gave you a soft smile. “It’s alright (Y/N),” he insisted, “I know how you are.”
“W-What do you mean? We don’t know each other.” You responded, confused by Neville’s choice of words.
“Six years together and you don’t think I pay attention to you?” He rolled his eyes. You felt a blush creep up to your cheeks at his statement. You were about to politely reject his advances before he spoke up again, “not like that! I- I mean, we’ve always had Herbology together and you were always messing up you know? How could I not notice when you almost burnt the classroom down?” 
“Oh.” Once again, your ego was crushed. You shook your head and watched as Neville began to walk away. You followed him. Maybe it was the way he looked at you when your face fell, or maybe it was the way that he didn’t seem to shudder when your voice got icy, but something about this boy was different; something about you was different. 
“Where are you going?” You asked him, looking up to make eye contact. 
“To the greenhouse.” He smiled at you, reaching his hand into his pocket to pull out a small key – an exact copy of the one that you have been using for the past two weeks. 
“But, it’s dinner? Why would you go right now?” You asked once more, as the entrance to the greenhouse reached near. Both of your footsteps echoing in the empty hall, for right now and just this moment, it was only you two. 
He went up ahead and unlocked the glass door, opening it and moving to the side to let you in first. The scent of blooming petals and dirt hitting your nose all at once, the cold air hugging you tightly. But before you brought yourself to complain or shiver, Neville handed you the sweater.
“Trust me,” he laughed, as he went to smooth out the wrinkles from the fabric, your face flushing as he did so, “you need the help.”
There you sat, watching as the brown-haired boy did your work. The ambiance of the greenhouse now soothing you as his voice filled the room. For the first time in your life, you didn’t complain. Even when the dirt got on your hands, and even when Neville went to clean them for you.
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The New Professor
Neville Longbottom falls for a new American professor who has some baggage
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Bonus chapter! 
*Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
*smut
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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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