#Neville/Hannah

[thechamberofcanon]

How We Bloom

[[I want this to be the start of something longer...but this is my first toe-dip attempt at fanfic bravery...]]

Hannah Longbottom stands in front of the massive mahogany doors of the Hogwarts infirmary as Headmistress McGonagall sets the wing’s iron ring of ancient keys into her palm. Her former teacher meets Hannah’s eyes and gives a crisp nod and says, “I leave it in your care.” 

Their hands press together for a moment, and McGonagall’s face warms into an expression more lovely than a smile as she gazes at Hannah. “And I am very grateful.”

There is a snap. McGonagall whips her head to Neville and his camera. “You’ve taken two rolls of film. That’s quite enough.” 

“Oh, but--just one more, Minerva, hold on, I need to wind the dialy-thing--wait--the flash just went off, bugger…” 

McGonagall squints at him; she lets out a loud exhale as she turns on her heel and strides away down the hall. Over her shoulder, she calls back, “I will see you both at the Minister’s luncheon.”

Hannah had attended the luncheon in the past as Neville’s guest, but now, this is hers, too. She is an integral part of the Ministry’s new approach to British wizarding education. She is trusted to do all of this. 

She trusts herself. 

She looks at Neville who is tapping at the camera with a slightly baffled expression on his face before shrugging and tucking it back in his leather rucksack. His eyes find her, and he smiles, so effervescent that it fills her belly with a happy fizz. When he smiles like that, he’s so handsome that it’s hard to look at him, the dazzling bright light of him, and process that he’s real (and hers). He is so different from the boy she met over two decades before. He grew into his body; he grew into everything. 

Neville didn’t like the term “late bloomer,” however. He had first told her when they were twenty, eating another dinner together in the post-midnight gloom of the Leaky Cauldron after one of his long auror shifts, in the shadowed heart of one of Hannah’s turns as the night manager. (Oh, but why did she start staffing those late night stretches herself, was it really to spare her employees? Why did they start after Neville volunteered for the 16:00-24:00, hmm?) She couldn’t remember how the conversation started, but it eventually meandered to that phrase, late bloomer, and Neville said that every plant blooms in its own time. It’s the folks around it, whinging about how its timeline is wrong. 

“And it’s not,” he had said, finishing the last of his sandwich and picking up his soup spoon again. “We’re just impatient. We’re being so unfair, imposing what we want to happen versus just--letting it be in its own time.” He pressed forward against the bar. “A mimbus only blooms after a minimum of ten years, and that’s only when it feels the need. Which could be fifty years later, or it could be never, you don’t know. That’s what makes it so special, when its time arrives. The time it chooses.”

Hannah tried to fight the grin spreading on her face. “Or he.”

Neville blushed. “I wasn’t speaking metaphorically.”

She bit her lips together to smother that smile.

“It’s not a metaphor! C’mon, I wasn’t talking about me! I was talking about plants.”

“Wait, you’re not a plant?” she said, finally succumbing to the giggles. “Oh, no, you’re just obsessed with plants, huge difference.”

He began laughing, too, picking up his napkin and covering his crimson face for a moment before tossing it at Hannah. “Maybe I was talking about you! Yeah? It could be about you, too!”

She caught it and tossed it back. “You’re a nut. All of that running after bad guys made you goofy tonight.”

He grabbed it in mid-air, growing serious in the time it took to lay it back in his lap. “I feel like…it’s important to say that I also hate the idea of a ‘late bloomer’ because it kinda makes us forget that, like…that blossoming isn't a singular, solitary thing. That quote-unquote 'late' blossom wasn’t alone, yeah, say, that gardenia or rose you’re holding, it came from a bush or a tree with loads of other blossoms which are different and in different places and--just--different. It’s not just one way you get to bloom.”

Hannah realized she had been holding her breath. “Ar-are you talking about me? Because I--I dunno. Exactly…what…”

Neville hesitated as he held her eyes in his gaze. “Well. If you think you see yourself in that…wouldn’t it make sense? Think about your journey, just here at the Leaky, yeah? You started here as a server, right, for a while during that year you came home. That and help Tom as a hostess. You thought you were going to be doing that forever, and here you are, after less than two years full-time, and you’re now the owner, you're bloody managing the place. Think of how many flowers those are, how much you’ve done...” His face had started to lose its flush, but it erupted again in crimson splotches on either cheek. He seemed to stammer silently before he added, “I’m so grateful we’ve gotten--closer, so I’ve been able to see some of them, and I’m jus’ so excited to wait and see how you bloom—blossom, uh, flower-um--sorry,” he said, closing his eyes. “‘Flowering’ sounds rude and maybe a little pervy, blast—“

He huffed out a breath; his face was now nearly maroon. “See, this is why I hate the metaphor! It’s--it’s--clunky, you probably h--” 

“I loved it.” Her cheeks were so warm, her skin was uncomfortable with the burn of heat. Hannah couldn’t bear to look up at him; she investigated the nicks in the bar with her thumbnail. “I want to think…I have more seasons in me, still.”

Neville’s smile was loose with awe. “See, you just changed the metaphor’s meaning, that’s--it’s beautiful, Han. You’re...” He stared at her, slightly unfocused as his gaze fluttered down from her eyes--once, twice. Where was he looking— The little nudge of the tip of his tongue became visible as darted it out to moisten his lips as he took in a deep, sharp suck of an exhale. His hands tightened on the bar as if to prepare for bracing himself into a stand--no, to start a lean far over the bar to meet her. 

She held her breath again as he incrementally closed the distance between them. 

She wondered if this is how it felt to be a rose bud right before the moment it opened to the world. 

Then his face rippled in a wave of panic as he darted his eyes from her face down to the large bowl that sat directly between them on the bar counter, where his tie was currently drooping into the potato soup, and he froze, looking dazed and horrified, staring at the tie in disbelief.

He thunked into his seat, quietly cursing as he frantically tried to clean the thick coat of soup from his tie with his napkin. She stood, lingering in a horrible, skin-prickling silence until a drunk couple tumbled into the pub, slurring a loud request for nightcaps before heading up to their room. 

Hannah was so relieved they had come in, she gave them their drinks for free. 

This was the third time she was certain Neville was about to kiss her, and the third time it had imploded. The first happened a year ago on the roof of the Leaky over countless shots of Vampire Vodka where they had talked about--well, their bodies, how much their bodies had changed over the past few years to become, ug, fit and handling the strange-sour taste that lingered in their mouths with every kiss they received from admirers who would have been blind--at best--to them before. The way he had been staring at her…

Then six months before, in the midst of a giggle fit that left them both gasping (over what? Was it about…maybe mandrakes, their teenage phase and the acne! How was that not hilarious!), he had tucked back her hair--but the crash of Hagrid and Mundungus and a few of their unsavory friends entering the pub making them spring back like anxious coils, and then--yes, then, Hagrid mentioned Tom, wanted to drink to her great-grandfather Tom, boomed about how lovely Tom’s funeral had been the week before...and…well. That ended that.

Third time, it was in the dawn hours following one of the Grimmauld Place  bashes that Seamus and Ron continually cajoled into existence, this particular excuse being a birthday to-do for the Patil twins in early March, two months before. Hannah, booze headache splitting open her temples, rolling over in a giant bed--Neville’s bed, he had put her in his bed--to take in the solid and expectant expanse of him drinking her in, and the long stretch of time staring at each other in the dappled light of the sunrise, of shifting closer to each other, looking, shifting, looking, shifting--

And startling back at the clumsy noise of the Gryffindor roommates and a few unknown others in the corridor, moaning about the hot water going out again. Bringing Neville back to a reality where he didn't reach for her but instead dutifully sat up and went to solve the problem.

Now tonight, with the soup--

At what point, does it move from bad timing to out of time? Third time is a charm, the saying goes. What’s a fourth spoiled chance? 

Just over, she reckoned. 

She went to bed that night, both convinced things would never happen with Neville…but as her brain ordered her to kill off that dream (he’s not interested, it’s over), it just couldn’t make quiet that voice in her that was starting to whisper, a bit louder every time: I have more than one season in me. I am just beginning to bloom.

And in a sigh under that: Why can’t I bloom with him tending to my garden, too?

  It didn’t start with him, how she got here with the keys to the castle in her hand, but the path changed when it went from hers alone to theirs. Starting that night with the whispering in her head; exploding into reality the night his lips finally met hers. See, she figures that if third time's a charm and fourth time's a failure, then the fifth is a leap of faith. Into faith, into his arms. They make their journey one step at a time, together. 

He slips his hand in with hers, fingers lacing, his forefinger and thumb meeting in a circle, pulsing a little squeeze before rubbing his thumb up and down hers a few times. She nods a few times, presses a kiss against the hard frame of his cheekbone, and looks from him to--ahead.

Hannah and Neville walk inside.

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Very loosely based on the Reptilia28 Don't Fear the Reaper Death Challenge, whereby Harry gets to relive his life. As do a couple of other people. What effect does this have on Harry's life and the Voldemort Blood wars? Not a Discworld crossover, but some guest appearances by Death's granddaughter. Some character bashing. No Cursed Child or Fantastic Beasts. COMPLETE.

[knowthatiloveyou]

Hannah Waddingham getting ready for the 81st Golden Globes January 7, 2024

[darklinaforever]

Sorry, but for me J.K didn't write good romances. We don't know Astoria, Rolf and Hannah. Lupin and Tonks appeared out of nowhere. Jily is undrinkable. Hinny has little or no development over 7 books even though they have really known each other since volume 2. Romione is really not great from my point of view. Don't even get me started on Dumbledor and Grindelwald...

Bill & Fleur are the only ones, among the young characters, that I find cute and even then it's a very secondary couple. Honestly, Molly and Arthur are the only real Harry Potter goal couple in my eyes. And yet, they also haven't seen them much !

[bellwood-qudditch]

The original 40

Abbott, Hannah (Half-Blood)

Bones, Susan (Half-Blood)

Boot, Terry (Half-Blood)

Brocklehurst, Mandy (Half-Blood)

Brown, Lavender (Pure-Blood)

Bulstrode, Millicent (Half-Blood)

Corner, Michael (Half-Blood)

Cornfoot, Stephen (Pure-Blood)

Crabbe, Vincent (Pure-Blood)

Davis, Tracey (Half-Blood)

Enwhistle, Kevin (Muggle-Born)

Finch-Fletchley, Justin (Muggle-Born)

Finnigan, Seamus (Half-Blood)

Granger, Hermione (Muggle-Born)

Goldstein, Anthony (Half-Blood)

Goyle, Gregory (Pure-Blood)

Greengrass, Daphne (Pure-Blood)

Hopkins, Wayne (Half-Blood)

Jones, Megan (Half-Born)

Li, Sue (Half-Blood)

Longbottom, Neville (Pure-Blood)

MacDougal, Morag (Pure-Blood)

Macmillan, Ernest (Pure-Blood)

Malfoy, Draco (Pure-Blood)

Malone, Roger (Muggle-Born)

Moon, Lily (Half-Blood)

Nott, Theodore (Pure-Blood)

Parkinson, Pansy (Pure-Blood)

Patil, Padma (Half-Blood)

Patil, Parvati (Half-Blood)

Perks, Sally-Anne (Half-Blood)

Potter, Harry (Half-Blood)

Rivers, Oliver (Muggleborn)

Roper, Sophie (Half-Blood)

Runcorn, Alice (Pure-Blood)

Smith, Sally (Muggleborn)

Thomas, Dean (Half-Blood)

Turpin, Lisa (Half-Blood)

Weasley, Ronald (Pure-Blood)

Zabini, Blaise (Half-Blood)

[greenhouse-seven]

Summertime is full of long, hot, sultry days, and at Greenhouse Seven we plan to take full advantage by celebrating with our first ever fest!

Behind the Greenhouse: A Sexy Summer Fest

How it Works @starlingflight and @merlinsbudgiesmugglers have chosen thirty of their favourite spicy tropes to inspire you. Perhaps your favourite canon couple enjoys a bit of roleplay, or find themselves with only one bed available. Whichever prompt you choose, make it as spicy as you like. 

To Participate Select your favourite tropes and submit this form. 

Important Dates ☀️Claiming opens: Today!

☀️Claiming Closes: July 15th

☀️Submission Deadline: July 22nd

☀️Fest Begins: July 31st

Rules 1. Submissions must focus on Canon Couples (See FAQs for what counts as Canon Compliant) but can be in both Canon and AU settings

2. Tropes can be claimed by more than one person

3. Fics and Fanart are both encouraged!

4. Fic submissions should be at least 200 Words - there is no maximum on word count

5. This sexy fest is strictly adults only - no content featuring minors

6. Beta’s are highly encouraged! If you don’t have anyone to beta for you, feel free to come join Greenhouse Seven on Discord! There are plenty of people who can help out.

FAQs

🌶️What is a Canon Compliant Couple? For the purposes of this fest, any couple that does not break-up couples featured as together at the end of the 7 Harry Potter books counts as canon. So ships such as Deamus & Hannah x Neville are more than welcome!

🌶️How should I submit? The AO3 Collection is OPEN and fics can be submitted here.

🌶️How long will the fest run for? That depends on how many fics we get! Once all fics have been submitted, we will create a plan for posting and let authors know what their post date will be.

🌶️I have another question! Not a problem! Feel free to ask us on Tumblr or you can come and join us over on Discord!

And for the most important part...The Tropes 👀

[t1oui]

no voldemort au where jegulus raises harry and marpanlily raises luna. sirius, remus, peter, barty, and evan are the cool uncles while dorcas and marlene are the cool aunts. there's nobleflower who got together later in life and who are currently living in one of the black family's ancestral homes in france with neville and draco. (frank is around frequently and lucius isn't around at all.)

neville and draco being brothers. neville telling alice about draco's crush on blaise and draco chasing him around the school, landing them both in detention.

luna and harry being siblings. while neville and draco, their cousins, are fighting, they simply sit back and watch. they adore each other and, if they can help it, are almost never seen apart.

harry being a slytherin. he rooms with draco and blaise, is best friends with pansy, and still frequently visits hermione, ron, and neville up in gryffindor tower.

pansy and harry (and vincent and greg) have been losing their minds for years over draco and blaise's pining. the two of them finally get together when harry tells them to shag and spends the rest of the night in ron and neville's room. the next morning, it takes a glance at draco and blaise and him wiggling his eyebrows to get a detention from snape.

harry and luna firecalling lily from the hearth in ravenclaw tower at least two or three times a week. the two of them talking to her about homework, crushes, and their latest exploits in teasing draco.

their parents showing them how to become animagi, which leads to narcissa and alice wanting to learn how, too. mcgonagall giving her students a fond eyeroll when their words are slurred in class because, really, it is quite obvious when you're hiding a leaf underneath your tongue.

harry being best friends with the patil twins, some of the few people outside of his dad's family that he shares a culture with. him spending hours in the library studying with padma, even longer out on the quidditch pitch flying with parvati.

harry, who's been dating cedric since his fourth year (where he watched the tournament instead of competing), and padma, who isn't interested in romance, being the cause of at least 90% of hogwarts's couples: dean and seamus, draco and blaise, luna and ginny, neville and hannah, hermione and pansy, and - of course - parvati and lavender.

remus being the d.a.d.a. professor from harry's first year through to his seventh, and retiring soon after when harry decides he wants the position himself. neville becoming the herbology professor, pansy and blaise going to potions and charms, but draco deciding to become a healer. ("what the hell are we meant to talk about if we're all bloody teachers?" he asked them once, much to his friends' amusement.)

cedric becomes the transfiguration professor when dumbledore finally agrees to retire and promote mcgonagall, and cho spends three years playing for puddlemere united before becoming the school's newest, coolest flying instructor. hermione surprises no one by rising through the ranks to minister for magic, and pansy quickly finds herself the chief editor of the daily prophet. rita skeeter quickly finds herself without a job. ron becomes an auror, a job he excels at, and during a mission in bulgaria he finds himself running into viktor krum. harry and padma see an opportunity.

every summer without fail, harry finds himself curled up on regulus and james's couch with a book, legs tangled with luna's or draco's or nev's or sometimes cedric's. he spends hours flying above the burrow's fields with the weasleys, spends long summer days taking lessons from krum because even in regulus's increasing age, he's the best seeker harry's ever seen.

harry spends his evenings sitting on the porch of his late grandparents' farmhouse, braiding hermione's hair the way pandora and mary taught him when he was young. the adults are inside. pansy is curled into hermione, flipping through a copy of witch weekly while luna sits on harry's other side and flips through her own copy of the quibbler.

neville is showing hannah and blaise some sort of frog by the creek that lavender is swimming in with seamus, dean, and the patil twins. up high in the sky, ron, draco, and cedric are flying with viktor, ginny, and cho in a two-vs-two match that is most definitely in the latter team's favor.

here, harry thinks, is home.

[rooneyredcarpet]

Hannah Waddingham in Suzanne Neville at the Golden Globes (2024)

[eastwindmlk]

Pls and thxs - Neville & Hannah

57 “Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me.”

Oh! Yes! I've never actually written this pairing but I love it!

Send me a prompt and a ship

NSFW under the cut! Mild content warning for some negative body image

Hannah could tell what was going to happen, or what Neville was hoping would happen the moment she felt him hard against the small of her back. His arms wrapped around her waist, pressing into her soft stomach. Her first instinct was to cringe.

Almost immediately, Neville moved away from her. His retreat pulling a disappointed whine from her lips. She shifted and turned, meeting his confused look with her own apologetic one.

“Everything alright?” he asks, his eyes searching her face for a clue as to what he did wrong, the furrow between his brows deepening when she shook her head. “Are you sure?”

At his pressing Hannah sighed and pulled up a shoulder, her eyes not quite meeting his. “Yeah, I’m sure,” Hannah sighed, her arms wrapping around her stomach as her knees pulled up slightly. “I just don’t… It’s one of those days, you know.”

Neville’s hand reached out to cradle her face, his thumb brushing along her cheekbone as he coaxed her eyes back up to his. “Can I show you something?”

Now, Hannah decided, it was her turn to frown in confusion. “Do I need to leave the bed for it?” she asked, watching Neville climb out of his side, adjusting his erection to… She did not dare to look and get ideas.

“For just a little bit, but I will make it worth your while,” he promised, his voice moving closer and when she turned, his hand was right there for her to take. Her feet slipping into the fluffy purple bunny slippers before letting her be led through the hallway.

She stopped dead in the tracks when Neville pushed open the bathroom door and flicked on the light. “Sweetheart, what are we doing here?” Hannah demanded tiredly, peering into the yellow light and reluctantly stepping in knowing that she would be met with a large mirror above their counter. Something she had liked when they picked it, but on days like these she questioned her judgement.

Hannah met his eyes in the reflection, a tired look on her face which did nothing to whither the bold determination his face. “Neville please, this is ridiculous,” she chided, her eyes gliding down her own reflection. Her gaze zeroing in on her plump cheeks, her fleshy arms and the way her stomach bulged over the edge.

“Come here.” He invited her with a beckoning motion of his hand, pulling her close to him the moment she was within reach. Listening to the door click shut behind her. With gentle determination, Neville pressed her against the bathroom counter.

If this was supposed to help her feel better than it did not succeed. Quite the opposite, the yellow light of the bulb made her looked washed out and cast a strange shadow, reminding her how big her nose was. “I don’t need to be reminded of what I look like, Nev. I am well aware,” she told him, her tone harsh.

“But are you?” Neville retorted simply and his hand slipped under the hem of her shirt. His fingers skimmed along one of the too many curves on his way up to brush his fingertips along the underside of her breasts. “You’re breathtaking,” he told her quietly. Lips by her ear, making her shiver. Her nipples stiff when he lazily rolled one between his fingers.

Despite the way she felt about herself, this man seemed to look at her like she was Aphrodite incarnate. His hard cock pressing into her hip, like he did not care about the cellulite that no tonic seemed to cure. Maybe if he could ignore the pimple she could feel starting on her chin than maybe she could too. Just long enough to give into her want for him.

Hannah reached her hand up, curving around his neck, pulling his lips to hers. “Oh, just shut up and have me,” she sighed into his mouth. Feeling his lips curve into a smile.

By now they knew each other’s bodies, their needs and wants. Both of them were half undressed, knickers caught on ankles and knees. Shirts half off, too preoccupied with finding a way to bend her comfortably over the sink to bother.

His cock sank into her slowly, a satisfied groan on his lips. There was something about the way he could make her feel without saying a word. He sounded so relieved, like quenching a burning thirst just by filling her. And he filled her so well.

Hannah reached for the cord next to the door, giving it a tug and hearing the light click off. She found comfort in the darkness, and for just a moment it was just their sounds mingling with the wet sounds of his hips connecting with hers.

And then there was another click.

Neville pulled her up, flush against his chest and the changing angle made her gasp. Hand already moving to turn the light off again when his fingers laced with her. “Don’t,” he told her, his tone unyielding.

“Please, I…” Her plea was cut short by a squeeze of her hand. Not painful or punishing, but hard enough to give her pause.

“Look at your reflection,” he commanded, her eyes following his instructions. Her gaze turning to her flushed body, pressed against him. Her breasts bouncing with his every thrust. “Look how gorgeous you are. So fucking pretty.”

The curse sounded almost foreign on his tongue, flooding her with a rush of excitement and the siren in her reflection parted her lips in a perfect little ‘o’.

“So, fucking gorgeous when I am fucking you like this.” His tongue trailed along her ear, hot and wet. The sensation making her clench around him, the words sinking in. She fluttered around him, the tightness building low in her stomach, coiling behind her navel and sending her head into a spin.

The hot breaths against her neck, his hips speeding, eager to race her to a finish. But it was his words that did her in, his voice low and dark and so hot. “So pretty for me, and only me.” His teeth pinched her earlobe and she shattered for him.

[tedwardremus]

Burnt Cookies

Written for @greenhouse-seven's No Tricks Only Treats fest.

Prompt: Baking

The Leaky Cauldron’s Midnight Hallow’s Eve feast was the biggest Halloween celebration outside of Hogwarts, and Hannah had spent weeks transforming the pub into a Halloween wonderland. Streamers of enchanted bats swooped above the tables, jack-o-lanterns lined every shelf, and long tables were laden with pumpkin-flavored treats, dark chocolate cauldrons, and fizzing orange-and-black drinks.

But in the kitchen, Hannah was at war with the oven.

"Not again," she muttered, staring at yet another tray of burnt pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. They were a Leaky Cauldron tradition, passed down through her family, and this year, she was determined to get them right. She yanked open the oven and pulled out the tray, frustration radiating off her as she slammed it onto the counter.

Just then, Neville wandered in, brushing dirt from his hands. "Alright, Han, I’ve set up all the pumpkins and black orchids in the dining room. But are lilies Halloween-themed? Or… is that just for funerals?”

Hannah barely registered his question, focused instead on the traitorous cookies. She slumped onto a stool and let her head fall onto the counter. “Ugh! I can’t do anything right tonight!”

[wizardingworldlibrary]

Getting Together (2) Masterlist

part one

A Hag, a Hex, a Tale of Redemption (ao3) - aibidil draco/harry E, 43k

Summary: A fuck-or-die fairytale in which Draco Malfoy lives a despicable and unapologetic life — that is, until he's cursed to die unless he can fall in love with and fuck Harry Potter.

Annoyance (ao3) - TheMightyFlynn angelina/fred G, 1k

Summary: He was an annoyance and she didn't know why she liked him. But she really did.

A Weasel in the Hamptons (ao3) - peachpety draco/ron E, 15k

Summary: When Ron heads to the Hamptons for Hermione’s engagement celebration, it’s been 10 years since he’s seen his friends. At 38, he’s content to travel the world, unfettered and carefree, allowing his wanderlust to guide him from one photojournalism assignment to the next. He arrives at Blaise’s posh beach estate ready to catch up with old friends, kick back poolside with a beer, and have some fun in the sun. What could possibly disrupt his weekend?

Enter Draco Malfoy—the gorgeous prat who handles a stick shift with ease, speaks French, and surfs like a Seeker flies.

And who just may be the anchor Ron isn’t aware he needs.

Dreaming Skies (ao3) - sweet_s0rr0w, tackytiger draco/ron E, 20k

Summary: Draco's life is going nowhere, so when Charlie Weasley offers him a job out on his reserve, Draco doesn't think twice before booking a Portkey. After all, it's not as if he has many other options. But when he arrives in Romania, he realises that nothing is quite what he expected…

(a story about dragons and baking, friendship and little kindnesses, putting down new roots and falling in love)

falling into place (ao3) - charmingwillow james/lily T, 14k

Summary: Lily overhears something that maybe she shouldn't have.. things sort of happen from there.

Falling like a Snowflake (ao3) - GhostIsReading marcus/harry T, 2k

Summary: Marcus Flint gives Harry a box of chocolates unaware that they are laced with a potion.

Five Times Dean and Seamus Don't Go For It, and One Time They Do (ao3) - starkidpatronus seamus/dean T, 5k

Summary: “Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.” -- F. Scott Fitzgerald

Dean & Seamus, throughout the years, tortured by a series of almost moments.

for a pessimist, i'm pretty optimistic (ao3) - Annerb harry/ginny T, 6k

Summary: Ginny and Harry are forced to share a bed. Of course everything just gets more out of hand from there.

Here Now, Gone Yesterday (or Back To The Future) (ao3) - nerakrose teddy/james, sirius/remus G, 21k

Summary: Teddy and James are in the middle of breaking up when Remus and Sirius - teenaged, travellers from the past - drop into their life.

Holidate (ao3) - danpuff draco/ron, pansy/ginny T, 11k

Summary: Draco and Ginny aren't ready to come out, so they decide to "date" for the holiday.

It's Friday (I'm in Love) (ao3) - punk_rock_yuppie draco/harry, hermione/ron, hannah/neville E, 16k

Summary: At first, Draco only hangs out with them on Fridays after work; then he starts shagging Potter after pub nights. Then all the rest of the gang tries to befriend Draco and even worse, Potter tries to date him. It’s an absolute disaster, if you ask Draco.

Or, Draco and Harry fall in love over the course of several Fridays and some other days of the week.

Kiss (ao3) - xErised draco/harry T, 10k

Summary: For the second task of the Triwizard Tournament, it's not Ron that Harry rescues from the Great Lake, but Draco Malfoy. Hogwarts-era.

Like a Hero (ao3) - aibidil harry/ginny T, 1k

Summary: Perpetually stuck on the periphery of Harry's inner circle, Neville has always felt like an onlooker. But when Harry leaves and war comes to Hogwarts, it's up to Neville—and Ginny—to redefine what a hero looks like.

Patronus Material (ao3) - OgdensOldFirewhiskey james/lily T, 8k

Summary: Well, this is a bit grim, isn’t it? Lily thought. She couldn’t think of a single happy memory. Was her life truly this mundane?

Lily has trouble conjuring a Patronus until she thinks about a spectacled idiot with messy black hair. Have some seventh-year, canon-compliant, Jily.

Strength of Heart (ao3) - Kicon seamus/dean, lavender/parvati T, 51k

Summary: A coming of age story that follows Seamus Finnigan through his years at Hogwarts as he becomes the man he was always meant to be. He'll have to face transphobia, bullying, and his own darkest fears, but lifelong love and friendship may just be waiting for him at the end of it.

Sugarplum (ao3) - mallstars draco/harry E, 27k

Summary: The air crackled as it busied itself shifting around molecules, making way for a hefty slab of magic, and then there it was: the Knight Bus, squeezed neatly into a pocket of Wizarding space among stagnant Muggle buses, vibrant violet amidst a string of cherry red. The door sprang open.

"Draco," said Potter, a little breathless, a little cheerful. He smelled of coconut lotion, Cockroach Clusters and a sloppy ironing charm. Lifting one hand off the steering wheel, Potter gave a small wave. He wore gloves. Fingerless, the leather black against the sunlight. Leather. In August.

Testing. One, Two...Three? (ao3) - teh_kris_eh hermione/fred T, 4k

Summary: Hermione agrees to help with product testing for one of Fred and George's newest creations. Unsurprisingly, things don't go quite as planned...

(Un)wanted (ao3) - aibidil draco/harry E, 36k

Summary: Ginny's pregnant, then she's not and Harry's single. Harry, again with no family, doesn't know what to do with this turn of events, or how to find a new life—post-war, post-Ginny, post-abortion—in which he belongs. He doesn't expect that life to include dancing to the Backstreet Boys with Hermione and Draco Malfoy. A story of finding belonging in the unexpected.

[knowthatiloveyou]

Hannah Waddingham at the 2023 Earthshot Awards November 7th in Singapore

[val-creative]

Fictober Day 9: “don’t listen to me, listen to them”

Neville Longbottom/Hannah Abbott/Susan Bones

For @fictober-event Day 9 prompt!

Type: Fanfiction | Fandom: Harry Potter | Ship: Neville Longbottom/Hannah Abbott/Susan Bones | Warning & Triggers: Minor Injuries, Past Violence, Fear

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Out of Hog's Head, down the long and steepening passageway through a portrait Ab directed him to, Neville comes back round.

Dodged a bludger there...

Reports of more Death Eaters, new recruits likely, have been spotted throughout Hogsmeade. For now, Neville plans to stay at Hogwarts, at the Room of Requirement, until it's safer to transport any food.

Susan Bones glances in Neville's direction, practically falling from a colourful hammock. She reaches for a baffled and bruised-up Neville, hugging him. For a moment, Neville closes his eyes and hugs her tighter. "I'm worried about Hannah," Susan whispers into Neville's ear.

"Don't be," Neville reassures Susan, holding her face, wiping a tear from under her eye. "Michael Corner and Terry Boot are with her. They know I'll curse them into oblivion if Hannah's left on patrol."

Susan's freckled nose wrinkles.

"Don't listen to me, listen to them," Neville adds, smiling elated despite the yellow-purple bruises on his face. "They know I mean it."

With a CLANG!, the Room of Requirement's doors open.

"Oh, thank goodness! You're alright!" Susan's dark auburn hair flies behind her, as she takes a running leap into Hannah Abbott's arms. Hannah's expression resembles the bafflement as Neville's earlier.

She shoots Neville a look, Susan's lips touching Hannah's cheek. Neville shrugs, open-armed hugging them, kissing her cheek as well.

"Welcome back..."

[dramioneasks]

Amare Draconis (To Love the Dragon) - RaccoonLoom - M, 41 chapters - The scene in the Forbidden Forest is interrupted. Three years later, the second wizarding war rages on. Captive and captivated, Hermione and Draco come together in an unexpected union. The tides of war change and so do the people in it. Will it be enough to win the war? And when the smoke finally settles, will the world recognize what they've done? Will they recognize themselves?

[zeherili-ankhein]

OKAY DESI HARRY POTTER FANS LISTEN!

I suddenly have this idea of a Mohabbatein retailing or rather inspired fanfiction of the Golden trio but slightly (A LOT) different.

Ofcourse we have good old Dumbledore as headmaster Narayan Shankar.

Ms. Monica? No, Ms. Mcgonagall.

Then we can have Harry as Karan, Ron as Vicky and our boy Neville as Sameer.

For the girls – Ginny as Sanjana, Hermione as Ishika and Hannah as Kiran.

— The idea of Neville and Hannah being childhood friend and him being in love with her is just so sweet.

— Whoever was Kiran's boyfriend (Deepak ig forgot his name) can be Draco. Because that guy was shitty and I don't like Draco.

— And Ron and Hermione just gave those same rivals to lovers vibes ngl.

— Harry falling in love with Gin not knowing who she was is top tier for me. (Her dead husband is Dean. Yeah...)

Also James Potter as Raj Aryan Malhotra and Lily Evans as Megha. (Don't ask me how Harry doesn't know him cuz this is an AU)

OR WE CAN HAVE THE ENTIRE THING IN MARAUDERS EDITION!!

— James and Lily as Vicky and Ishika. Don't ask me why because we all know it.

— Sirius and Marlene? Sameer and Kiran? YES! (Shitty bf is Barty or Severus maybe. Bcz can't stand them)

— Remus is Karan and Tonks is Sanjana. Ahaha yess. (Then her ex husband would be Bill. Sorry Bill I love you but sorry)

Yeah.... Neville as Raj Aryan and Hannah as Megha. (AU fic so he can be older!!)

ANYBODY IS FREE TO WRITE THIS. JUST TAG ME IF YOU DO.

I JUST NEED A GOOD BOLLYWOOD-ISH FIC ABOUT THEM. FUCK.

Once again this is an AU fic so don't come at me how their personalities doesn't match and blah blah blah.

Part 1, 2, 3, 4

This is part 3 of my Bollywood x Harry Potter ideas

@foreignink

[greenhouse-seven]

Welcome to Greenhouse Seven!

(The Room of Requirement and the broom cupboard were already occupied)

This is a space to discuss and celebrate HP canon-compliant couples in both canon and AU situations.

We will run events and fests to celebrate and highlight these couples and will have an announcement soon about our first fest!

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