#Neville oneshot

[justanoasisimagines]

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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]

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?"

[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.

[shelbgrey]

Your Breaking My Heart (Neville Longbottom)

Paring: Neville Longbottom X Ravenclaw!Lestrange!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Love, what happened back there?”

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

“I'm sorry...”

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

“is Bellatrix Lestrange your mother?”

“yes..”

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

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

“I don't know”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

--------(1st pov)--------

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

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

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

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

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

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

“didn't expect to see you here”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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.

[hvhvmoc]

✋Could I (if you’re comfortable/feel like writing this) get a gn!reader giving Neville Longbottom head under the table when he’s trying to study in the library? 👀

"You're lucky we're in the back."

Warnings / smut, oral (male receiving), public "sex", cursing,

Characters included / Neville Longbottom, gn!reader (afab)

Genre / smut

Writing style / oneshot

Neville flips through his books, seemingly struggling to find a single subject. His brain goes from focusing on the clock on the wall, to the tons of textbooks, and to his notes. <y/n> sits next to him, bored out of their minds. They flick through books without reading the printed words. They don't find joy in studying.

'Maybe I could...,' they thought, turning their focus on Neville, who was practically cussing under his breath. "C'mon you're overworking yourself, let's just take a break, yeah?" <Y/n> scoots closer to him, their hand landing on his upper thigh. Neville's breathe hitches as he looks from their hand placement to them themselves.

"I can't take a break, I have so much to do," he whispers the last part even quieter. <Y/n>'s thumb strokes his thigh while they rest their head on their hand. Neville turns his attention back to the hundreds of words in front of him. <Y/n> slowly takes their hand off of his thigh and slips under the table. Neville, of course, doesn't notice. Until they feel a pair of hands push his legs apart.

"<Y/n>!" Neville whisper-yells before looking around to clear the area. "Focus on your studying, hun," <y/n> replies, unzipping the zipper to his pants. He shifts slightly, trying to put his focus back on his notes. They take out his hardened dick, slowly grabbing it, causing Neville to lose focus. <y/n> moves their hand, starting a rhythm of their own. Neville holds onto the textbook in hand in order to keep himself quiet, his knuckles going white.

They move closer to their boyfriends dick before locking a stripe along the side of it. He let's out a shaked breath and a small groan. <y/n> wished they could see his face, which was very red from holding in every noise he's been wanting to make. "<y/n>, please fuck," he whispers, with a hesitant tone. They put the tip in their mouth, swirling it around with their tongue. "Fu~ck, you're lucky we're in the back," he stuttered, his voice getting more and more high pitched.

Getting impatient, they put his whole dick in their mouth, causing his hand to cover his mouth. He leans back in the chair, his eyes rolling into his head. <y/n> starts bobbing their head up and down, their hands resting on Neville's open legs. Their eyes start tearing up the more they put his dick down their throat. They keep their rhythm while their thumb traces shapes on his trembling thigh.

The papers on Neville's desk were long forgotten. Their pace starts to pick up. "Shit fuck I'm," his words were drowned out as he came into their mouth. <y/n> gags one last time while swallowing his cum before coming up from underneath the table. Neville quickly buttons his pants back up. They smile at his fucked up expression. "That's noT FAir," his voice cracks, still whispers.

"You'll have time to give me payback later in the dorms," <y/n> whispers back, smiling still. Neville trys to get his focus back on his textbook but all his mind is on is what he's going to do to them later.

Sorry it sucked lol

[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 🖤

[lov3-lik3-ghosts]

HP mini-masterlist:

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Neville Longbottom ⤸

Smitten!Neville Longbottom x fem!Lupin!reader ⤸

Summary: Neville watched you be sorted and hasn’t stopped thinking of you since. To his luck, during your fifth year, you finally start to take interest in the male species. Format: Extended hc’s.

Baby Drabble — love confession

Sweet Realities ⤸

Summary: Neville comforts you after a rough nightmare. Format: Drabble.

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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)

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Sugar Daddy!Harry* ⤸

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[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.

[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.

[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!"

[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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[embodyingchaos]

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

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

[squadxx4392]

OMG Y'ALL I HAD AN EPIPHANY

DRACO IN DRAG

NOW HEAR ME OUT;

A ONESHOT WHERE HARRY GOES TO A DRAG SHOW W PANSY, HERMIONE, RON, BLAISE, LUNA AND GINNY AND MEETS DRACO FOR THE FIRST TIME AND THEY FALL IN LOVE AND HARRY GOES TO HIS SHOWS EVERY TIME AND AFTER A COUPLE WEEKS, THEY START DATING

ENDS HAPPILY W NO ANGST AND MAYBE A BIT OF SMUT IDK BUT OMG IT WAS LIKE A BUS HIT ME AND MY BRAIN STARTED WORKING PROPERLY