#Neville oneshot

[ambitiouspotions]

GREENERY | NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM | ONESHOT

summary — the plans for new year’s eve change so you smoke with neville instead

word count — 2.4k

warnings — 18+ MDNI, marijuana usage, smut

author’s note — university au! modern au!happy new year!

new year’s eve was as to be expected, especially in finding neville couped up in his college apartment with nothing to do because he didn’t want to go out to the bars. you were dressed to go out with seamus, his roommate, and a group of friends that decided it would be easier if you met by the strip of bars. though when you entered the unlocked apartment shouting seamus’ name, neville peeked his head to the side, stuffing a silver container into his pocket. you walked into the living area as neville exited the kitchenette, ensuring his body was blocking the archway with his tall frame.

“hey nev, where is seamus?” you asked, pulling up the waistband of your jeans casually.

“he’s at the bar waiting for you.” neville was still concealing the container in his pocket, but his body language relaxed completely. you sighed at his response. seamus had completely misread your messages. the only reason you went out of your way in the first place is because you didn’t want to walk alone on one of the busiest nights of the year.

“do you mind if i wait here until he answers?”

neville shook his head and motioned casually to the couch. you knew you didn’t have to ask, but you wanted to be polite. there were many times before that you were here or they were in your dorm. neville didn’t move from his spot, knowing the counter in the other room was his opened stash of weed. his body language was back to stiff, knowing you weren’t leaving until seamus contacted you.

as you sat down on the worn sofa to call seamus you wiped the cushions of the crumbs that one of the boys had left. many unanswered calls and texts later you rolled your eyes. while you tried to contact seamus one last time, you noticed neville was mindlessly scrolling on his phone. you tapped your foot in annoyance, finally, a ding came through. seamus would be back to walk you over to the bar when he finished his first drink. he figured you could help yourself to his personal reserve as an apology until he arrived.

“he said to get the liquor off the counter to pregame with,” you stood up, walking to the archway where neville was standing he leaned more into the frame.

“there’s none in there,” neville said, sliding his phone into his pocket.

“nev, don't be silly. it’s seamus; there is some form of alcohol in that room.” you laughed softly, only thinking of the times you were laid on the floor of the den halfway excited and halfway dying because you were trying to out-drink seamus.

“maybe it’s in his room.” neville said, clearing his throat and fidgeting with the ridge of the frame.

you eyed neville suspiciously. he had always been awkward and a bit quirky, but never so abrupt and stiff.

“what are you hiding?” you questioned, watching his cheeks go red and his hands start fidgeting with his pockets.

“nothing, i just don’t think—”

the moment he had moved his hands you caught a glimpse of the kitchen, the bottles of liquor were grouped on the table. “now, nev,” you said, pushing past him directly to the liquor as you whipped your head around, neville was trying to make it to his rolling tray on the counter.

“you smoke?” you were surprised, to say the least. neville was trying to collect his items quietly.

“yes, but don't tell anyone. only seamus knows,” he admitted, cringing at himself for the day his friend found out. he forgot to open the vent in the bathroom, and the moment seamus was in from class, the whole apartment smelled like a mix of majuarina and an ungodly amount of air freshener. neville was asking for forgiveness the moment seamus walked into their apartment. his eyes were red from his smoke session but also from crying. he truthfully thought seamus was going to kill him for smoking in the apartment.

“seamus got you to smoke? i mean, i am not going to say anything, but that's hilarious.” you took a bottle of clear liquor and got a couple of clean cups from the cabinet. even you had smoked before, most of the time with seamus and the friends you were meeting tonight.

“uh, no, actually i got him to smoke,” neville said, moving his shaggy brunette hair to the side. seamus had never tried it, to nevielle's surprise, but with a lot of apologizing and very little convincing, seamus had begun occasionally smoking socially from that point onward. he boys would sometimes get home from their classes or jobs, and both needed a little relaxation.

your phone dinged again right as you were about to pour the shots.

won't make it

girl from physics thinks i’m cute

your face dropped as you read the message. good for seamus, not so good for you. it was already dark outside and the street lights weren’t enough to comfort you on the walk to the bar. you stacked the cups to their original position and put seamus’ liquor in its setting.

“i’m sorry for bothering you tonight, nev. i think i’m just gonna go home.”

neville had a slight frown on his face when he noticed how disappointed you were.

“i was just going to get high and play video games, but you can join me.” he offered, placing his rolling tray and papers back on the counter. “i mean i know it isn’t as fun as the bar but i s’pose you wouldn’t be bored at your place.” he began rolling a singular joint and wiping his spilled greenery into his hand to throw away.

soon you were both situated comfortably on the sofa passing the blunt back and forth. your eyes were fixated on the screen as your hands moved on the controller. neville was carrying the match, but truthfully, you were just happy to be there after your friend canceled on you at the last minute. you eventually laid your head back and looked away from the television. your eyes were watery, causing the mascara on your lower lash line to begin getting liquidy. your mouth was parched, and seeing neville easily rise off the sofa to return to the kitchen for snacks seemed like too much of a task for you. you were grateful he was going.

“can i have something to drink?” you asked softly, only seeing neville nod his head while collecting a couple of goodies from the cupboards. when he returned you laid your head on his shoulder, his cologne still apparent even though the odor from the weed. you sipped the water he gave you and laughed. neville switched to some movie he didn’t have to focus on and leaned back against you. his face was flushed, but his anxiety was lessened due to the weed. you both shared a package of chocolates his grandmother had sent him for christmas.

neville had been a silent yet involved a friend with you. although you were closer to seamus because you went out to parties with him, the moments you were in their apartment, neville always made you feel welcomed. you never wanted to make him feel left out, especially in his own home, so you were usually the person to invite neville to come into your group, and neville was the person to ensure everyone in the group was happy.

you noticed him looking at you rather than the screen and looked up curiously. he had put down his candy package and cleared his throat.

“you okay?” you questioned.

“yeah, just haven’t been alone with someone so pretty in a while.” he rubbed his thumb over the mascara streaks to rid them from your face, causing some inner embarrassment seeing the black makeup come off on his pale digit.

“oh, nev,” you mumbled as he came closer to your face. he leaned his forehead against yours and felt your heart skipping beats as he caressed your cheek softly.

the softest kiss you ever experienced was in that moment. both of you were deeply fixated on each other rather than the background noise of the television or the beginning of the fireworks outside that would occasionally cause the dimly lit apartment to light in different colors. the night was still young as neville deepened the kiss, his hands moving to your back and your hands moving under his hoodie.

you switched your position to mounting his lap, and his eyes were locked on yours as you managed to slip his hoodie over his head. he swallowed hard, unbuttoning your jeans and folding the waistband down, his hand grasping your waist tightly as if you were going to leave. you pulled off your shirt, allowing neville to unzip your front closure bra. it made you shiver as his hands ran down your arms to take it completely off.

he was putting on a confidant facade as he allowed you to grind against him with both of your bottom halves clothed. loosely guiding your hips to adjust your position so you could feel his bulging erection. he was needy kisses against your chest, one hand now fixated on your nipples. he could tell you were enjoying his teasing touches because your breathing would stall for seconds at a time. every touch he gave was otherworldly.

“do you wanna, y/n?” neville had taken his hands off of you and took a moment of clarity.

“yeah,” you said confidently and brushed his bangs away from his eyes. the moment you got up to take down your jeans, he followed your lead, undressing himself. he reached into the drawer of the coffee table and grabbed a condom, sliding it on in preparation for you. your panties were slightly stuck to you as you pulled them off, as your arousal was already present.

you sat on his lap this time; nothing was separating you two. you leaned your face into his neck and gasped when you were fully seated. neville ran his fingers down your spine to settle you. your knees were on either side of him, beginning to bounce on his shaft he leaned his head back and placed another sturdy hold on your bottom. with this, it allowed you to sink deeper into his erection.

your eyes were closed tightly as you rode him, but occasionally peeking to see his facial expressions distort from pleasure. his mouth was agape every time you would flick your ass back just right, causing your walls to tighten onto the tip of his manhood.

neville settled you to a stop, he sat back further into the sofa and put you against his sweaty chest. he began to thrust into, his motions were faster and more consistent which caused him to repeatedly hit your g-spot as if it were a sport. the moment he heard your moans get louder he continued his upward thrusts.

“jeez, nev.” you moaned out, getting a fuzzy mind as he kept pounding into you. your heart felt as though it was going to beat out of your chest because of all the breathing you were forgetting to do in between the moans and gasps as he was causing you to perform.

“tell that to yourself, y/n. you're making me wonder why i’ve been smoking alone.” he took a deep breath and kissed your temple. he laid you down and slid his hands under your back, his hands grasping your shoulders as he entered again. your legs wrapped around his waist. the sweat on his hairline was beading as he continued his repetitive motions. he had to remove one hand to steady himself on the couch, looking down on you lustfully. neville felt as though he was in another dimension, his libido had excelled and the weed was giving him the extra courage to last longer inside your sopping wet walls.

your plump lips were parted, muttering his name, giving him more courage to continue pushing his hips into yours. your legs were looser on him now as they were shaking and your nails were digging into his chest. you arched your back letting out a loud and whiny moan as you reached your high.

it was hardly bearable to let neville finish. each thrust after your climax became more pleasurable than the last, making your already stoned mind get even more of a heightened sensitivity. when neville finished you shared a kiss, but he soon laid back on the sofa to keep the heat away from each other.

you lay staring at each other from opposite ends of the couch, the couch that had also scooted in the wrong direction, from your vigorous activities, before you knew it your eyes were closed and so were neville's. the loud bangs and pops from the fireworks didn't interrupt any of the well-deserved sleep. within a few hours, you vaguely remembered neville lying in between your legs and drifting back to sleep.

though the next morning when the light was barely creeping in seamus came in loudly, causing neville to quickly cover you with his discarded hoodie, he pulled his sweatpants over his crotch so he wasn't fully naked when his roommate would saw you on the couch together.

“YOU PULLED AND I DIDN’T?”

his anger was well deserved because the girl from his physics lecture led him on the whole night only to get free drinks. instead of getting laid, he slept on the dorm room floor using his jacket as a pillow.

“oh, mate, ew,” he continued as he stepped further into the living area to see the half-eaten chocolates, ashtray, and condom lying messily in the den. “gross,” he said looking around at the clothes and noticed a scuff on the floor from the couch moving.

you sink into the sofa, happy that you are somewhat covered from seamus’ judging glare.

“just go in the other room so y/n can get dressed,” neville said, leaning against you more so you weren't as exposed to seamus’ eyes.

seamus shooed him with his hand, cringing as he walked back to his bedroom. “we need a new couch!” he exclaimed, then the slamming door was heard.

“next time don’t cancel then!” you yelled back to hear him curse. you and neville pulled on your clothes tiredly.

“i’d kind of want him to cancel again,” neville admitted, pushing back your messy hair.

“i don’t think he will again, so that means have to make our own plans now.”

[justanoasisimagines]

Blurb (1)

Hey my lovelies, welcome to my heroes and villian event to celebrate Halloween! All month I'll be posting for a Hero and a Villian every single day! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

Summary; Neville doesn't know how to ask you on a date

"Do you have any plans tonight?" You raised your head as Neville approached you. The warmth of the fire created a pleasant warm glow. Neville sat beside you, angling his body towards you. "No why?" "There's a Halloween party, I was wondering if you'd like to come with me." Placing your bookmark firmly in place. Glancing up you were kind blue eyes and a smile that could brighten any dark room. "You hate going to parties." "True, but only when I go alone." "Okay, I'll go, but if it gets too much, tell me." Neville agreed.

The Great Hall had been decorated with floating candles and pumpkins, the ghosts floated around merrily. Elongated tables filled with various food and sweets. Music played from above. Everyone danced, drank and ate allowing themselves to be free of their everyday stresses. Neville sat beside you looking out at the sea of people gathered; dancing and talking amongst themselves. Your little finger took the plunge reaching out to touch his. With a smile, Neville refused to look down in case he imagined it. "Neville, would you like to dance with me?" Neville's lips twitched as he raised from his seat, turning to face you, hand outstretched. Hand taken, Neville led you to the dancefloor, a gentle sway to the music. Something new lingering on the horizon, two friends about to adventure into the unknown with you. "Can I take you on a date?" Neville questioned with his hands on your waist. "Yeah I'ld like that."

[rainydayathogwarts]

If you’re still taking requests for this, can you do prompt 9 with Neville? Thank you!

9. Glancing at each other in a crowded room and your friends notice (secret relationship). 0.7k wc

It had only been fifteen minutes since you had come down form his dorm. Separately, of course. However, you just couldn't tear your eyes away from him, catching every little glance he sent your way. You could still feel his hands on your hips from the firm grip he had on them, seeing flashes of him throwing his head back into the pillow every time he turned his face to look at you. You squeezed your thighs together tightly, remembering the way his cock so easily glided in and out of you as you rode him every time you blinked.

Neville's gaze landed on you, making direct eye-contact that was too much for you to handle, especially after what had just gone down. You were afraid that if he looked at you for a second longer, your legs would take control over your body and make you pounce on him, straddling his hips and kissing him passionately in front of all your friends. All your clueless friends who had no idea what went on behind closed doors. Blinking a few times, you looked back up, only for your eyes to widen: Neville was still looking at you, never having torn his eyes from you in the first place, observing your every move as though it would let him read your mind.

A sharp elbow to your side had you flinching, crying out a sharp "Ow!" at Hermione's sudden movement. Peering up to look at her, you noticed the rest of your friends' gaze torn between you and Neville. "What the hell is going on?" Whisper yelled Hermione, a much more appropriate volume than Seamus's screech of "You've been eye-fucking each other for the past hour!" Blood instantly rushed up your chest, quickly heating your neck and face up. "Well-well we haven't even been sat here an hour, Seamus." You retorted, clearing your throat as your gaze reconnected with Hermione's mildly concerned one. "Yeah, because that makes the whole difference." Added Ron, scoffing.

"Herbology homework could not have been that bad!" Adds Harry, exposing the excuse you'd given him to occupy their dorm to the rest of the group. Gulping, you shyly glanced to your side where Hermione sat, convinced she would immediately figure it out. Her eyebrows were furrowed, but just as she opened her mouth, someone else spoke "Herbology homework?" Ron started, "Like the Herbology homework I copied from you this morning?" You averted your gaze from the ginger, desperately looking to your boyfriend for help. "Did we say Herbology?" Neville chuckled nervously, tugging at the hem of his thick sweater. You sighed, shutting your eyes tightly, rubbing your forehead with one of your hands.

"I could have sworn I told you it was Potions work." Neville hopelessly argued, awkwardly leaning back into the couch. Seamus leaned closer to Neville from where he sat beside him, squinting his eyes at your suspicious boyfriend. "No, no-" Harry continues, "Because you told be Y/N needed help with it, which is why you needed the peace and quiet of the dorm." Unravelled Harry, beginning to stand up, pointing an accusing finger at Neville. "Which is fucking weird, because Y/N's smarter than you. And there's no way Y/N needed help from Neville because I copied her homework this morning." Ron's head snapped towards Harry, putting a hand up for the other boy to high five as a whooped in success of the detective skills.

"And that means..." Hermione whispered, her tone a cross between horror and surprise. "They were having sex!" Screamed Seamus, hopping up to celebrate with Harry and Ron, who were jumping in a circle with their arms wrapped around each others' shoulders, immediately welcoming the third boy in the circle. "Why didn't you tell me!" Hermione shrieked, grabbing Ron's abandoned scarf on the couch and throwing it at you harmlessly. "I was going to!" You scream back as he reaches for a pillow this time, tossing it your way.

"It was on my calendar! Hermione- I swear!"

[miniwrites1]

The Target On Your Back - Theodore Nott

Words | 600 Warnings | Fighting, Theo being a raging dick Pairings | Theo Nott x Reader | Neville Longbottom & Reader (Platonic)

“What did you just say?” You hear as you round the corner, an audible crack ringing above the hushed mumbles of other students surrounding what you assumed was a fight unfolding. You couldn’t see anything as you approached the back of the circle that had formed. You craned your neck to see a glimpse of what was going on, another cracking sound, followed by yelling.

“What’s going on?” You spoke, slightly panicked to the Ravenclaw girl who was stood in front of you.

“Nott and Longbottom. Nott’s winning.” She spoke nonchalantly, as if she didn’t care that another student, your friend, was getting beaten.

You felt an unfamiliar feeling surge inside you. Anger. You barged your way through the surrounding students, bursting through the front line and finally witnessing the scene that had unfolded. Nott had Neville pinned up against the wall with one hand in the middle of his chest, his other laying punches into his face and stomach.

Something snapped inside you.

You couldn’t help yourself, charging into Nott’s side at full force and throwing him off balance, causing him to lose his footing and fall to the floor. You pulled your wand out and aimed it at him.

“You ok Nev?” You asked the shaken boy, keeping your eyes fixed on Nott, who was beginning to get back up.

“Yeah, I-I’m ok.” Neville mumbled, wiping his bloody nose with the sleeve of his cloak.

You watched at Nott got back to his feet, glaring at you. He took a step towards you.

“Take one more step and I’ll hex you into next year.” You stood your ground, defending your friend with unwavering confidence and anger coursing through your body. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

Neville stared at you in disbelief, as did many other students that had been watching the fight. You were known for being the quiet, kind Hufflepuff who sat in the back of the class and often carried round a bag of sweets from Honeydukes, handing them out to anyone who looked upset.

This was a side of you no one had seen before, it was a side of you reserved for those who hurt the people you cared for.

Your eyes narrowed, your wand still trained on Nott, searching for any sign of movement towards you. His glare was piercing, ice cold. If looks could kill.

He stepped away from you, turning and shoving his way through the crowd, sending students falling into one another as he left. You let out a sigh of relief as you watched him leave, only turning to Neville after he was out of your sight.

“Let’s get you to the hospital wing.” You spoke softly, wrapping Neville’s arm over your shoulder and helping him through the corridors.

As you arrived at the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey rushed over to take Neville to a bed, firing questions at you. There was an unspoken rule between the students, if you fought each other and were injured, say nothing. Your explanation to Madame Pomfrey was that you’d just found Neville like this and had no idea what had happened. You knew she didn’t believe you, but she had no proof that anything you said wasn’t true.

She shooed you from the wing shortly after Neville was placed into a bed, stating that he needed to rest and would be back to class in a couple of days. You nodded, remaining silent, afraid that anything you would say may give away too much information. You really didn’t want a target on your back, even though you now had one from defending your friend.

[vilentia]

Love's Bloom

Neville Longbottom x reader

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.

[pega7sus]

Jealous (Professor Longbottom x Fem!Reader)

“Sorry? I didn’t quite catch what you said, Y/N/N.”

“I was jealous, Nev.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WHEN Y/N overhears a few seventh-year girls giggling about the oh-so handsome Professor Longbottom, she can’t help but feel jealous.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Wife!Reader, Pureblood!Reader, mentions of blushing, fluff, jealousy, unedited writing, and that’s about it :)

I’m still kinda new to Tumblr, since I’m mostly on Wattpad (follow me on there @/sage-like-the-herb if you want to), so don’t judge this too harshly. Also, I felt bored when I wrote this, so the idea is pretty underdeveloped. Because I’m not as active here, don’t expect stuff like this too often 😂 I hope y’all like it, though!

(Edit: It’s sooo short…)

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(Third-person POV)

Y/N was besides herself with excitement. After months of being away from her husband, she finally got an owl with a time and date to meet up. So, that’s how she found herself waiting outside his classroom.

As the bell rang, and students came out of the room in swarms, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward.

“Aunt Y/N?” a voice asked suddenly.

Head snapping upward, she met the familiar eyes of Albus Potter. After being introduced to her as if she was family, the whole lot of Potter children had taken to calling her their aunt.

“Albus!” she exclaimed, hugging him. She felt relieved upon realizing that she was still tall in his eyes; he was about shoulder-level to her. “Merlin, you’ve grown! I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Lily keeps talking about you,” Albus commented, breaking out of the embrace. “She wants to know when you and Uncle Neville will come by again.”

“Hopefully soon,” Y/N promised. “Now, run along to lunch, I want to drop by Nev’s office for a bit.”

“There are students inside,” Albus informed her. “A rather annoying lot of seventh-years. They just burst in during class! I’d wait out here for a bit, if I were you.”

“Well then, I suppose I’ll do just that.”

So, she waited.

Thankfully, she didn’t stand for too long. Moments later, a trio of girls came walking out of the room, giggling away madly.

“He’s so cute!” a blonde-haired girl squealed. (Admittedly, the girl reminded Y/N of a prepubescent Hannah Abbott, who had harbored a crush on Neville for years until he rejected her in favor of Ginny Weasley as his Yule Ball date.)

Jealousy slapped a bewildered Y/N across the face.

“Yeah!” the blonde girl’s friend agreed. “I don’t care if he’s married, I’d smash him, for sure.”

Y/N felt disgusted.

“Don’t steal my man,” the third girl joked. “I did the research; our Zodiac signs are compatible. Do wizards even believe in Zodiacs?”

“Whatever,” the blonde girl rolled her eyes. “He’s still eye candy.”

“Excuse me,” Y/N said loudly, unable to take this talk of her husband any louder. “Could you young ladies move, please?” When the girls only gave confused and slightly disgusted looks, she continued. “I’d like to see my husband.”

All three girls stopped mid-conversation.

The second-girl’s face paled. “Y-you’re Professor Longbottom’s w-wife?”

“We don’t mean any harm!” the third girl squeaked, eyes widening in fear. “We were only joking! Right, Jessica?” she nudged the girl beside her.

The blonde girl, Jessica, was at a loss of words. She opened her mouth, then closed it once more. “Sorry, Mrs. Longbottom,” she apologized immediately.

“It’s Mrs. Y/L/N, actually,” Y/N scowled. “Mrs. Longbottom is my mother-in-law. Now move,” filthy mudbloods. Thankfully, she didn’t let the last two words slip out her mouth.

Merlin, marrying a Longbottom sure smacked the pureblood supremacist out of Y/N.

However, Y/N didn’t feel the slightest bit ashamed of herself as she slammed her shoulder against Jessica’s on her way into Neville’s classroom.

Y/N twisted the door handle, and rather aggressively slammed the door open. “Nev?” she called out.

“Y/N/N!” Neville exclaimed, accidentally knocking an empty flower pot off his desk in excitement. “Whoops.” He muttered a quiet Reparo and fixed it, before setting the pot back on his desk.

He was quick to wrap his arms tightly around his wife. They stayed like that for a moment, breathing in the moment, before breaking apart.

“I missed you, Nev,” Y/N sighed, looking her husband in his warm honey-like eyes. She must’ve looked the slightest bit irritated from her encounter with the seventh-years, since he gazed at her in worry.

“What’s wrong, flower?” he asked, concern written on his now angular face (all the chubbiness of his youth had abandoned his post-pubescent figure).

Y/N stayed quiet, feeling too embarrassed to admit it. She could feel a flush creeping up her face.

“Y/N/N?”

Merlin, it sure felt weird to be jealous of bloody seventh-years.

“Iwaskindajealousofthosegirlsthatwereherebefore,” Y/N blurted out, hoping that Neville would drop the subject.

However, her sweet Nev, her sweet, caring Nev, could sense the situation gnawing at her insides, so he wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders.

“Sorry? I didn’t quite catch what you said, Y/N/N.” Noticing Y/N’s awkward expression and clearly flustered face, he added a soft, “it’s okay, flower, you can tell me. I won’t judge.”

At this point, she wanted to cry. From embarrassment of her predicament, or pure adoration toward her loving husband, Y/N didn’t have a single clue.

“I was jealous, Nev.” Her face must’ve been a tomato by that point.

At his confused look, she elaborated her statement.

“These really pretty seventh-years were leaving your classroom, while talking about how good-looking you are, and I felt jealous. It’s just that— they were gorgeous!” Y/N ranted.

Neville blinked at her. Then, he burst into a fit of laughter. Well, what she assumed was laughter. Neville must’ve been holding back the full brink of his amusement for her sake, since his chuckles sounded rather like wheezes of desperation.

“You were jealous of those girls?” he laughed. “I don’t normally want to talk bad about my students, but they’re the worst group of people I’ve ever encountered. The ironic thing is, they were visiting my room to get some herbs for a Glamour Potion.”

At Y/N’s doubtful look, he spun her around to place both his hands on her shoulders.

“Y/N/N,” he said seriously. “Flower. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on— sorry, Gran,” he joked. Y/N cracked a smile. “I’m so lucky to be married to someone as wonderful as you. You’re kind, loving, appreciative, considerate, and just about every quality that girls like them lack.”

“I—”

“Don’t compare yourself to them,” Neville warned. “Otherwise I’ll have to muster up all my Gryffindor courage just to come up with another motivational speech.” His so-called ‘Gryffindor’ courage must’ve been given a boost by Y/N’s growing smile, since he finished with a passionate “I love you. You. Not them.”

Y/N leaned forward just a bit to press her lips against her husbands.

“I love you too, Nev,” she murmured while kissing him.

The End.

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Not me ending the story in the most third grade-me way ever 💀💀 i haven’t ended a story with ‘the end,’ in a while, but I’ve never actually been motivated to finish my stories in a while, either. Anywho, thoughts on this?? The writing and plot aren’t too bad, right?

[olivianott]

BIKINI STRINGS

Hello friends, I’m joining the @thatdammchickennugget and @finalgirllx ‘s Jinxed July challenge, because the prompts are so fun and I want to do so much more with it 😌.

And thank you to my bestie that told me about this 💋🖤😌🎀

✿ fluffy, suggestive, not for minors

✿ Panville, because it’s my comfort, I hope it’s alright

✿ The prompts: sunglasses, poolparty, “Can you handle the heat?”

„I can’t believe you actually made me come here.“ Pansy huffs while she takes her bags out of the taxi's trunk.

“Oh, shut it Pandora. As if I could ever make you do something you didn’t want to. And let’s not pretend I am the reason for you being here.” Draco says in his pompous tone, with a stupid knowing smirk on his face.

She just rolls her eyes but stays quiet. No. She is over that delusional obsession.  

Since Draco and Hermione started working together in the ministry, and subsequently started dating each other, the two very different friend groups were not very willing to interact.

This “summer holiday trip” was supposed to change that apparently. We’ll see how that works.”

Draco invited everyone to one of his family's homes in the south of France. Prick. He knew how much she loved the region. Especially during the summer.

However, Pansy, being Pansy, complained a lot. She acted like she didn’t want to go, but her best friend obviously knew better. Draco was the only one in school who knew about her teenage obsession. Neville.

She was young, surrounded by darkness and cruelty, and he was the complete opposite. At least it looked like that to her. At first, she hated him for it, along with every other stupidly brave Gryffindor. But observing him every day, in class, the Great Hall, the corridors, it became an obsession. Unhealthy. Especially since he never even spared her a glance.

After the war, everything changed. She built even bigger and stronger walls around herself, and stayed at home, away from the judging, prying eyes, wanting to see her at her lowest. Just because of the world and society she was born into and was forced to grow up in and learn from, people viewed her as a villain, the bad guy, the selfish snake ready to betray anyone. If it wasn’t for Draco, maybe she would be exactly like that. He was the first and only one to realize how close to the edge she was and helped her. Made her go to the mind healer, forced her to go outside, reconnect with people again. She will be forever grateful to him for that.

Socializing with the “great brave lions” though? She could whack him on the head for that one.

She is a tiny bit curious about the Herbology professor. Yes, she researched a little bit about Neville, of course she wouldn’t come completely unprepared.

After putting their things away in their rooms, they are supposed to meet in the living room for the welcome drinks and introductions.

Pansy, absolutely not nervous at all, changed her outfit five times, before settling on a deep green, figure-hugging dress with a snake design traveling from her hip, up across her stomach and back, all the way to her shoulder. She is not gonna be hiding her Slytherin roots this week. Let them side eye her all they want.

As she exits her room, the door at the end of the hallway opens and Neville emerges from his room. FUCK.

He looks at her, eyes soft and expectant, until his eyes travel along her length, from head to toe. When his eyes meet hers again, they are hardened already.

“Hello.” She greets him with her head held high. She is not gonna get intimidated by his stare now. She is stronger than that. However, deep inside she felt giddy and vulnerable since she felt like this was the first time he even looked at her at all. She has to squash all those unwanted emotions down, to not make a fool out of herself.

With hard brown eyes staring at her, he only nods his head in greeting and walks around her to the stairs, leaving her rooted to the spot in front of her door.

With a few deep breaths, she convinces herself she doesn’t care about his opinion of her and goes to meet her friends downstairs.

When she enters the living room, everybody except Neville turns to look at her.

“So dramatic Pansy.” Draco says when he sees what she is wearing. Hermione is smiling over the drink in her hand while looking at Neville and then at her. The little prat told her.

Whatever.

After the first round of drinks instead of introductions, (they knew each other from school anyway, why make it even more awkward than it is?) Pansy went to the beach, her favorite part of this amazing mansion. The way the sun beaming down makes the water sparkle has always been her favorite view. She didn’t even mind going alone, no one else wanted to leave the air-conditioned safety of the house.

After a while of her lying on the beach, under the shade of a cliff and her favorite tree, she hears someone approaching.

Her eyes widen when she catches Neville walking to her. He is already wiping sweat off of his forehead as he stands over her. Merlin, he is tall. And big.

She lays on her lounger, content in her light blue daisy covered bikini, not acknowledging him at all.  

“Hey… Um, I didn’t know if you brought water with you. It’s dangerous not to drink in this heat.” He hands her a big glass filled with ice, water and lemon slices.

Pansy froze. Unbelieving. He was concerned about her?

“Oh. That’s … thank you.” She takes the cup from his hands. His hands. Her eyes catch on his veiny hands with thick fingers that she knows are more often then not working with soil in the Hogwarts greenhouses.

“Are you gonna drink, or…?” Neville raises an eyebrow at her and she finally tears her gaze away from his perfect hands.

She actually brought her own water bottle, so she doesn’t really need to drink, but.. well, he brought it for her and she is grateful and giddy again. She drinks while holding his gaze with her eyes over the top of the glass.

She sees how he looks at her lips and follows the drop of water that escaped from between her lips down her chin and in between her bikini-covered breasts. His cheeks start to look a little red.

He looks parched. Could he be…? Interesting. It gives her a bit of a boost in confidence. Not that she is shy normally anyway.

She offers him the cup with the remaining water. “You look like you could do with a cold drink also. You look parched and… very hot.” She says with a little smirk on her face.

He takes the drink from her and goes even more red in the face. But surprisingly, it doesn’t seem to faze him that much. Interesting. He drinks from the same cup while looking into her eyes intently.

“How can you handle this heat? I’m dying over here.” Neville asks and the staring contest ends.

“I love it when it’s hot. I’m a snake after all, haven’t you heard?” She smirks at him and watches for his reaction similar to the one in the hallway earlier that day.

But this time he just smiles. “Yeah, I’ve heard.” With that he grabs the bottom of his brown T-shirt and in one mesmerizing motion he takes it off over his head.

Pansy just sits there with her mouth open and thankful for the sunglasses she has on her wandering eyes. They travel along his chest, decorated with the perfect amount of hair, down over his stomach, no washboard abs in sight, but he looks manly, strong and bulky. Following the trail of hair on his lower stomach that disappears in his green swim trunks, she is interrupted by Neville clearing his throat. FUCK. Maybe the sunglasses were not enough to cover her reaction to his naked upper half.

He tosses his t-shirt onto the sand and takes off to the water, the sight of his broad back making her mouth dry.  

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In her same favorite bikini, and beach cover up tied at her hip, she is sitting in a pool chair drinking her sweet pink concoction and looking at all the people having fun at their little pool party that night. Draco is the one coming to her as always.

“Why are you sulking, now?” He asks in his usual tone, but Pansy knows he means well.

“I’m not sulking.” Pansy retorts but looks into her drink again.

“Ok, you’re coming to dance with me. Right now.” With that he takes the drink from her to put it on the nearby table, drags her over to the pool deck, and starts dancing, twirling her around like she is five years old. Tall bastard.

She hates to admit it, but in a few minutes, she is having fun. And everyone around her is having fun also.

Suddenly Draco senses Hermione near him and turns over to grab her waist and pull her against him. Completely forgetting about Pansy. Asshole.

She takes one second to think about what to do next, go sulk into my drink or try to have fun by myself as a big girl that I am?

But she doesn’t have to decide. Strong arms circle her waist from behind and she stumbles into a hard chest.

Neville leans over and whispers into her ear. “I hope you are not going back to your chair. We are supposed to have fun on this trip and get to know each other.”

Her body shivers and of course he notices. “Are you cold?” He asks seriously. She can’t believe he doesn’t know what his whispering and his hands on her body are doing to her. Maybe it’s time to show him.

“No. But now I have to ask you. Can you handle the heat?” with that she starts swaying her hips against him. The music is very sensual and she uses it. She reaches up behind his neck and leans her head back against his shoulder, still pushing her ass into him. Before she closes her eyes she can see him watching her body move intently.

He speaks then, quiet but determined: “I can handle everything you give me, don’t worry Little flower.”

At the nickname she gets very emotional. That’s what she desperately needs in her life. Someone to care for her like he cares for his plants. Give her all the right care and nutrition for her to grow more and live her life finally. Not just survive on the minimum.

Her emotional meltdown is interrupted when she feels his hands on her hips. And it awakens different emotions in her.

His voice rumbles as he talks into her neck. “This little bikini almost killed me. I felt like I couldn’t breathe when I saw you in that skin tight snake dress in the hallway, but this? Daisies just became my favorite flower. Also, “ he traces his finger from her shoulder all the way down to her wrist, “did you know, daisies usually symbolize innocence?”

Pansy’s breath catches in her throat when he turns her around and snakes his hands behind her back.

Pansy smiles devilishly “Well I made a mistake choosing the flower then.” With that, she fists her hand in his soft short curls and crashes her lips on his. She doesn’t mind their friends seeing them kiss, she doesn’t care at all to be honest.

After the initial shock of her lips on his, he kisses her back. And he is not gentle. While he explores her mouth with his tongue, his hand goes to the back of her neck, the other one sliding down to her hip, his fingers playing dangerously with the exposed strings of her bikini. That, with his deep growl against her mouth when she tugged on his hair instantly made her pussy wet.

He was the first to break the kiss after almost passing out without the oxygen.

Looking down at her perked nipples visible in between the innocent daisies: “I guess doing this while still in our swimming suits was not a smart move.” He says breathlessly while holding her close to his body and letting her feel what the encounter did to him.

Pansy smiles up at him and without a word takes his hand and makes him follow her inside.

They don’t look at anyone, so they don’t see Hermione with a knowing and satisfied smirk on her face. 

“Congratulations darling, looks like your scheme worked perfectly.” Draco whispers into Hermione’s ear.

Hermione just smiles at him and says “Oh, but the trip wasn’t my idea. Certain professor basically bullied me into making it happen.”

Hope you liked it guys 🖤

[wwreversetropefest2024]

Need a lil fic pick-me-up? We got you! 🎉

The Boy Who Cried 'Love' by @moonriverfox (T, 1/1)

➡️ READ ON AO3

[lov3-lik3-ghosts]

HP mini-masterlist:

mother m-list | request guidelines

| x reader | ⤸

Neville Longbottom ⤸

Smitten!Neville Longbottom x fem!Lupin!reader

Baby Drabble — love confession

Sweet Realities

Luna Lovegood ⤸

(awaiting requests)

Pansy Parkinson ⤸

Summary: Pansy Parkinson tormented you for years before the battle of Hogwarts and you expected that wouldn’t change when you applied for the recently added eighth year. Imagine your surprise when not only is she — and her fellow Slytherins — civil but also interested in being… friends? Format: One-shot (in progress)

Harry Potter ⤸

Sugar Daddy!Harry*

Poly!Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter ⤸

(awaiting requests!)

Bill Weasley ⤸

Keep My Heart, I’d Prefer His Head

| character x character | ⤸

Poly!Marauders x Severus Snape ⤸

Depraved Two (work in progress teasers)

| singular headcanon’s & crossovers | ⤸

Fool for Love x Jily

[the-offside-rule]

Gary Neville (Manchester United era) - Are You Sure?

Christmas (From The Vault)

Gary sat amidst colorful wrapping paper, tape scattered around, attempting to wrap a present. His brow furrowed in concentration as he struggled with the paper, his fingers fumbling with the tape. Y/n, his girlfriend, stood at the doorway watching him, a smile on her face. "Hey, Gary. Need a hand with that?"Gary huffed, "No, I've got it. I'm an expert wrapper." He replied.

Y/n arched a brow, and went be sit down beside him, leaning on his shoulder as she watched the chaos unfold. "Sure thing, expert. But I think your present might need a little magic touch."

As Gary continued to struggle, Y/n helped him, guiding his hands. "See, you fold it like this, and then just a bit of tape here." He had grown quiet. "You okay?" She asked. "Yeah. Just was never taught how to wrap is all. Seems like a bit of hassle though. Just stick a bow on the bloody thing and be done with it." Y/n laughed at his mini rant and held his hand. "That's not as fun though." He raised his eyebrows. "How?" She grabbed the wrapping paper and began wrapping the next item. "Less time I get to be with you, isn't it?"

As time passed, and their laughter echoed through the room as Y/n patiently taught Gary the art of wrapping. The presents may not have been perfectly wrapped, but the joy and love put into each one were evident and his family liked the effort; It added a nice touch.

This became a little but of a tradition, because if we fast forward twenty years, their home filled with the festive spirit and Gary, now a bit grayer but just as grumpy, stared at the pile of gifts in confusion. "I still reckon we just stick a bow on the bike and call it a night. Say Sanat couldn't afford wrapping paper." Gary whispered as Y/n had come into the sitting room with her hands filled eith wrapping paper.

Y/n, with the usual twinkle in her eyes, sat the wrapping paper to the side and stood next to him. "Remember our first Christmas together when you claimed to be an expert wrapper?" Gary grunted. "Vaguely." She smiled. "Well-" Y/n laughed. "Looks like you need a refresher course." She nudged him. "You're hilarious, you are."

The couple joked just as they did on their very first Christmas twenty years ago, as Y/n once again guided Gary through the intricacies of gift wrapping. This time, it wasn't just for them but for their children – a new generation to share the magic of Christmas.

Amidst the wrapping paper chaos, Gary couldn't help but smile at Y/n's infectious joy. "You're lucky you have me to save Christmas every year," she teased. Gary rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his affectionate grin. "Yeah, yeah, the expert wrapper is back."

Their eldest child Jack, witnessing the scene,joined in as he wanted to be a part of the magic of bringing Santa to life. Gary simply watched. "You're just like you're mum, you." Jack rolled his eyes. "I get the looks and the skills from her, don't I?" Y/n held in a laugh and Gary looked on gobsmacked. "Throw him a bit of coal."

Jack simply scoffed and continued helping his parents wrap presents and sharing laughter. As the room filled with warmth and love, Gary couldn't help but reflect on the two decades of Christmases spent with Y/n.

In that moment, surrounded by the two that started this little family and the comforting chaos of gift wrapping, Gary realized that the imperfections were what made their Christmas truly special. And though he may never master the art of wrapping, he had something far more precious – a lifetime of shared moments and a love that continued to grow with each passing year.

The morning after, as they gathered around the tree, the twinkling lights casting a warm glow, Gary squeezed Y/n's hand, silently thanking her for always bringing the magic of Christmas into their lives. And so, in the midst of sques, giggle and love, the family celebrated another Christmas, embracing the beautifully imperfect traditions that had become their own.

[strxwberrymoonstar]

heyy i love your blog the fics are so cute!!! i wanted to kindly ask you if you could do a fic with neville? i love the way you portray him in your stories. usually others just write him off as sme shy weak boy but you portray him in such a special way, like yes he is shy but theres more to him than just loving plants and being inroverted, and i respect you so much for it. i was wonderng if you could do a big headcanon or fic centering around neville having a crush on the reader or him being the reader's boyfriend? i just miss him sm :(

Holy shit thank you so much!! I’ll try to make one about him being the reader’s boyfriend and them getting ready for classes!

this was so overdue and it sucks im so sorry, but i want to post it now and i’ll come back to it a in bit to update it <3

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Neville X reader - a sunny morning

The sharp sun ray’s sneak through the castle’s curtains as you lift the blanket up and over your head.

A yawn surpasses your lips as you lift your hand up to block the sun that reveals itself. Your eyes blink slowly, trying to get the sleep out of them as you move to sit up.

You lift the blanket off of your head and throw it away from your body. Lifting yourself off your bed while another yawn sneaks pass as you walk to the end of your bed, where your clothes lie.

Your warm pyjamas shimmy off of your skin as you put on your Hogwarts attire. You check yourself out in the mirror once last time before heading out the door.

The soft chatter fills the Gryffindor’s home room, people scattered all over the free chairs and sofas while some are studying at the tables over by the windows.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” a warm hand touches your tricep lovingly, giving it a soft squeeze. A warmth fills your body as you subconsciously lean towards him, his arms coming to rest around your shoulders as you lean backwards onto his chest. He places his chin on top of your head. “How did you sleep?” he asks, the breath of his words moving your hair slightly.

“It was good, missed you though,” You say, a sigh following your sentence. He squeezes your shoulders a bit tighter, a comforting reminder that he’s there. “That’s okay sweets, i’m here now,” Neville says, leaning down beside your head to place a quick peck onto your cheek.

[justanoasisimagines]

New Year Nerves

Summary; With the new year looming, Neville finds himself douting himself. Pairing; Neville Longbottom x Female Reader Wordcount; 524 Warnings; Mentions of Anxiety A/N; Hey lovelies, I hope the new year is treating you well so far Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

Christmas had been a wonderful whirlwind of seeing friends and family. You and Neville both agreed you would spend New Year's Eve, together at home. Both socially burnt out.

"You sure, you don't want to go out. There's still time" Neville questioned as he looked through the takeaway menu struggling to make a decision. Too many options.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Are you?" Neville nodded as you turned to fully face him. Arms resting on top of the couch. "I'd rather spend the night in welcoming the new year with you than being at any party."

"I don't want you to regret it that's all." Neville had come leaps and bounds since the war. He'd become more confident and more assured in himself. However, sometimes doubts still wandered into his mind like an unwelcome reunion.

"There's no place I'd rather be." Placing his head down attempting to cover up his bashfulness, Neville picked a takeaway menu and called in your order. Wondering how on earth he managed to get so lucky.

As the hours drew on Neville laid out on the couch you nestled perfectly under his arm, with only the glow of the television illuminating the room. Carefully, he made sure the blanket was laid equally over the two of you.

Neville rested his chin on the top of your forehead, barely paying attention to the movie playing in front of you as his mind drifted to the past year. Reconnecting with you, taking a leap and asking you out. Getting his dream job. This year had been one of the better ones.

"You know you make me happy." Your head moved to the sound of his voice, eyes softening as the television illuminated your face.

"Yeah, we make each other happy which is why this works." You sat up so you could look at him properly, close in contact. The couch bringing you ever closer. Neither of you minded.

"I wasted so much time, we could have been together for years." You slipped your hand in Neville's, his eyes having the courage to look at you directly. He didn't have many regrets, but with the new year looming he'd been thinking about it all day.

"We're together now. That's what's important. Next year we're going to make so many memories together. You're going to get sick of the sight of me." Neville scoffed. Impossible.

A gentle hand cupped Neville's stubbly jaw. The tension slowly slipped from his body as he instinctively leaned into the touch. How do you do that? Manage to make all of his worries slip away. You always knew what to say, what to do.

"I get anxious that's all."

"After everything, it's not surprising, but we made it. We're here and we owe it to others to live our lives to the fullest." You were right, and although Neville knew his feelings of anxiety would still raise their head every so often, with you by his side they wouldn't last for very long.

It was at that moment, that Neville decided at the stroke of midnight, he was going to tell you he loved you for the first time.

[rainydayathogwarts]

neville longbottom smut

reader makes Neville cum in his pants at a party. warnings: dry humping, whimpering, public sex(?), swearing 0.9k+ wc

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?"

[angieslove06]

The Hogwarts Express

On the Hogwarts Express, Neville finds himself sitting next to y/n  As they chat and reminisce about their adventures, they realize their feelings for each other are stronger than ever.

Setting: A compartment on the Hogwarts Express, late afternoon. The train is bustling with students heading back for the start of another term.

(The compartment door slides open, revealing Neville peering hesitantly inside. It's filled with a comfortable, lived-in vibe - some slightly crumpled newspapers, a few half-eaten boxes of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.)

NEVILLE (Muttering to himself) Alright, Longbottom. Just pick a spot. Any spot but the one near... you know... the…

(He spots Y/N sitting by the window, absorbed in a book. A soft smile plays on their lips. Neville’s voice falters)

NEVILLE (Quietly) Y/N? Is...is this seat taken?

(Y/N looks up, her eyes widening with a genuine smile as she recognizes Neville.)

Y/N Neville! No, not at all. Come in, come in. I was starting to think I'd be spending the journey talking to the scenery.

(Neville shuffles into the compartment, a relieved smile spreading across his face. He places his battered trunk on the rack above and sits opposite Y/N, there’s a slight awkward pause as he finds his words.)

NEVILLE (Chuckles softly) The scenery is nice, I suppose, but not the best conversation partner. I was just hoping... well, I was hoping someone I knew would be here.

Y/N (Eyes twinkling) Well, you're in luck. Although, you looked like you were contemplating whether to jump back out there for a bit.

NEVILLE (A nervous laugh) Yeah, well, it's been a long summer. And I was trying to… you know... find a seat that wasn't crowded.

Y/N That’s fair. So what have you been up to? Granny still making you practice exploding plants?

NEVILLE (A wry smile) Something like that. Though, I think she's finally given up on me turning them into musical instruments. Been spending most of my time at the greenhouse this year. Made a couple of new hybrids, actually. Nothing too impressive, but it kept me busy. What about you? Any exciting adventures to report?

Y/N (Laughs) Exciting adventures? After the... everything... of the last few years, I’d be happy with a solid nap. I did spend some time with my family though. Learned a few new cooking spells though. Maybe I can make something for us later.

NEVILLE (Eyes bright) That sounds amazing. You always were a good cook.

(A slight blush creeps onto Y/N’s cheeks.)

Y/N Thanks, Neville.

(A comfortable silence momentarily settles between them, broken only by the gentle rocking of the train and the distant chatter of other students. Neville glances out the window, a thoughtful look on his face.)

NEVILLE You know... it's weird to think about how much things have changed since our first year.

Y/N (Nods in agreement) Tell me about it. Feels like a lifetime ago. Remember when we were all terrified of practically everything?

NEVILLE (Chuckles) Especially those charms tests! And all those adventures we got dragged into.

Y/N (Laughs) Yeah, we were always finding ways to get into trouble. You were a lot braver than you gave yourself credit for.

NEVILLE (Looking down at his hands) I had good people around me at the time. You and Harry and Ron... all of you.

Y/N (Smiling softly) We all had each other’s backs. We still do.

(There’s another beat of silence where they both seem lost in thought. The atmosphere in the compartment starts to subtly shift, a quiet hum of unspoken feelings dances between them.)

NEVILLE (Clears his throat) So, um… are you… are you excited for this year?

Y/N (Leans back, a playful glint in her eyes) Excited? Terrified is probably a more accurate word. But I suppose a bit excited too. I do miss the chaos of Hogwarts... well, some of it. I'm curious about the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

NEVILLE (Nods) Yeah, me too. I'm hoping for someone who actually knows what they're doing this time.

Y/N (Raises a brow) Fingers crossed, at least.

(Another pause, but this time, there's a new undercurrent of tension, a quiet awareness of shifting dynamics.)

NEVILLE (Hesitantly) Y/N... I... well, I wanted to say thanks.

Y/N (Tilts her head slightly) Thanks? For what?

NEVILLE For everything. For being there. For… for being you. You helped me through a lot more than you probably know.

(A blush begins to creep onto Neville’s cheeks, but he doesn't break eye contact with Y/N.)

Y/N (Voice softening) Neville... you helped me too. More than you know.

(Y/N reaches out and lightly touches Neville’s hand. He looks down at their joined hands, and when he then looks back up at her, there’s a change in his expression – a new vulnerability, a gentle hope. Y/N echoes it; her eyes hold a warmth that hasn't been there before. The compartment suddenly feels smaller and more intimate.)

NEVILLE (Voice barely above a whisper) I... I've missed you, Y/N. A lot this summer.

Y/N (Her voice equally soft) I’ve missed you too, Neville. More than I realized.

(The train gives a slight lurch as it passes through a tunnel. The compartment momentarily goes dark. When the light returns, they’re both looking at each other, the unspoken emotions finally reaching the surface.)

NEVILLE (A touch of desperation in his voice) I don't want to be just friends anymore with you. You always make me feel safe and at peace. I think... I think I’m finally ready to admit how I really feel.

Y/N (Reaches up to cup his face with one hand) Neville… I feel it too. This... whatever we are... it's so much stronger than just friendship.

(Neville leans into her touch, his eyes searching hers.)

NEVILLE Maybe… maybe this year… we can try something more.

(Y/N's eyes soften, a genuine smile forming on her face. She leans forward slightly, closing the gap between them.)

Y/N I think it’s about time we did.

[cutielando]

POLL POLL POLL

we're getting there

[allofthelights11]

Panville fluff in 3500 words

Pansy brushed her black hair out of her face and prayed for inner strength.

Now was not the time to have a meltdown - internal or otherwise. Her daughter was looking at her example, looking for the steadiness and confidence a parent is supposed to exude, no matter how horrible the situation.

No matter how ridiculous and irresponsible and uncalled for -

“Mum?”

She choked back a gasp and swallowed the wrong way. The glob of uncooked cookie dough lodged in her throat.

Her daughter, quicker on the uptake than Pansy no matter the situation, walloped her on the back harder than Pansy felt strictly necessary. It worked, though.

The force of her daughter’s palm made the dough splat back on the counter, where it remained to mock her life choices.

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