#c: neville longbottom

[davinaclairc]

"Well that can be the first thing you do when we find him. That way, if it happens again, you can show people what he looks like. Does he have... any belongings? Somewhere that he sleeps?" It was an odd question for a toad, but the spell would be futile without it. She wanted to at least exhaust the magical options before they tried the old fashioned way. "Kind of. I've been practicing, and I'm getting pretty good. But yeah, I'm a witch. Does that surprise you?"

“A picture? That’s…” He mentally chastised himself, sighing in frustration. “That’s a really good idea, that. He’s always getting lost, you see, and I- I don’t have one. That would have been really helpful.” At the mention of spells, Neville’s eyes widened, very sure they’d never crossed paths at Hogwarts or throughout the course of the war. "You know how to do one of those? You’re a witch?”

[lilithslittleworld]

The Chosen One

A/N: First Harry fanfic whoop whoop! I realize this is a lil kinky and for that I will not apologize lol.

also this is a tiktok that kind of fueled this fanfic??? *dying*

CW: 18+, fingering, oral sex, bondage, humiliation, Harry (sub) x Reader (dom)

Summary: Tying knots is a very useful charm, especially if faced with danger. But you can think of a better use for it.

"It is very simple," Flitwick's voice echoed against the cold, stone walls of the classroom, "One must simply repeat the incantation 'Nodare nodum' and in a matter of milliseconds, the person or object to who it was directed to will find themselves unable to move."

You sat wedged between Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom, both of which had begun practicing the charm on the little piece of string Professor Flitwick had handed out at the beginning of the class. But you were still close enough to overhear the boys' conversations.

"I heard Fred say he used this on a girl a couple of years ago," Ron whispered to Harry, his eyes wide with curiosity.

Harry paid no attention to his friend's remark, far too absorbed in his incantation. Ron huffed at his indifference and was suddenly annoyed with the string in front of him.

"How would that even work?" Harry finally took the bait, only he was serious about his question.

Ron perked up immediately, turning his whole body and attention to his friend. "Well, I never really asked. Kind of gross to think about what my brothers do and don't do. But I think it's to keep one of you still?"

"Okay, okay, okay. I get it, Ron," Harry blushed, returning to the task at hand. You were sure you had seen his eyes widen with excitement at Ron's words but you couldn't be sure. What you did know was that your afternoon with Harry had just become much more interesting.

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There was a soft knock at your door and you were sure it was Harry. To no surprise, there he stood, wand and all, ready to go over potions, your weakest subject.

"Hello, Y/N," Harry smiled politely at you as he walked into your empty dormitory room. Thankfully, your roommates were out at the quidditch pitch, at the library, or God knows where else.

"Hey, Harry," you nodded in response, pulling up a chair for him at your desk. You groaned at the sight of today's lecture notes, dreading the class ahead.

"Don't worry, I think I've found a way to make it more interesting and a little easier to understand," he said gently, as you put your face in your hands. He rubbed your back awkwardly until you peeked up at him, ready to begin the lecture.

Harry made an effort throughout the session to try and make it fun, just as he'd said. But there were more important things on your mind. You weren't crazy for the idea you had, as it was obvious that Harry had a crush on you, though he'd never admit to it alone. The way his stutter came up the second you appeared, all of the hours spent tutoring you so you wouldn't fall behind, and the way his cheeks turned pink when you ran into him. The boy was simply shy and would never make the first move, or any move for that matter.

"What did you think about the new charm?" you asked innocently, rolling your quill around your partially completed homework.

Harry scribbled away but paused to contemplate your question. "I think it can come in handy for a number of situations," he replied. And that was the end of the conversation for the rest of the hour.

You felt deflated after your little studying session, partly due to potions being the subject and partly because of Harry's disinterest. But then something unexpected happened.

"Can I ask you something, Y/N?" Harry asked, as he gathered the last of his supplies from your desk. His facial expression was unreadable but the way he fidgeted with the corner of his cloak gave away his nervousness.

"Of course," you answered warmly.

Harry seemed to struggle to find the words to say because he was silent for half a minute, his eyebrows pinched, almost disappearing behind the curve of his glasses. "It's silly but Ron said something in Charms and it got me wondering. He said Fred had used the spell on girls, when they had...um- you know. Is that something girls really like?" Harry's face was now bright red and his gaze was trained on the floor.

You smiled at the blushing boy before you, trying so hard to contain the laughter that was just about to burst out of you. "Well not all girls, Harry, it just depends on who you ask."

Harry's eyes still wouldn't meet yours. "Is that...something you like?"

"Well, it's not something I've tried yet but it's definitely appealing," you smirked, suddenly aware of the speed at which your heart was beating.

He lifted his eyes to yours, the embarrassment on his cheeks still hadn't vanished completely but it was less pronounced now. "I haven't really tried anything at all if that makes you feel any better," he confessed.

"Well," you said softly, "that's something we could change right now. Aren't you the Chosen One?"

Harry laughed, shaking his head incredulously. "God, what a stupid nickname, huh?"

"I wasn't kidding, you know?" you said.

"I don't even know what to do, Y/N," he sighed, "It won't be any good even if it's something I've dreamed about doing."

The heat under between your tightly pressed legs grew at the idea of Harry thinking about kissing you, touching you, being inside of you. "I can teach you. Tutoring 2.0."

Harry considered your offer in silence, fidgeting with his hands as he did. "Okay. Teach me," he said eagerly, nudging his glasses back into place that had begun to slide down his nose.

You smiled, taking a few short steps until your face was just inches away from his. "So," you began, reaching out a tentative hand to stroke his face with your gentle touch, "You said you've been dreaming about doing this with me?"

Harry's breath quickened as you touched him and you could feel his pulse speeding up as you trailed your fingers down his neck. "I have," he whispered.

"Hmmm...and what have you absolutely dreamed about doing to me?" you murmured, bringing your lips to his neck as Harry stifled a moan.

"I think about you all the time. About how you must kiss, how soft and warm your skin would feel against mine, how you must sound," he choked out, his lips curving into a slight smile as he confessed his fantasies. The poor boy was so clearly flustered by just the idea of you but he seemed to relish it.

Suddenly your lips were on his, no longer interested in formalities. Harry's lips moved earnestly against yours as if you were the air he breathed, the gravity that held him to this Earth. He was a surprisingly good kisser for not having had much experience. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling Harry sigh into your mouth as he ran his hands down your back, pulling you closer to him.

"What else do you think about?" you asked him breathlessly, pulling away to kiss his neck. You knew you had found his sweet spot when the moans he had tried to contain before came tumbling from his lips.

"M-me doing anything and everything you ask me to," he breathed, closing his eyes as your lips made their way down his clothed chest and torso. A shiver ran down your spine as he said those words, his desire for you was now so clear.

"You think you can handle me, huh?" you teased, just barely lifting his shirt with your nose, your lips grazing his stomach. You could feel his stomach quivering beneath your lips, your nose brushing his happy trail, taking in his musk.

"I'm a big boy," he replied, squeezing his eyes shut as you continued to taunt him, sounding so sure of himself.

You were on your knees now, eyelevel with the bulge that was now so visibly tight against his pants. You ran a hand gently over his contained erection, feeling him twitch underneath the cloth that separated you from his skin, his moans now uncontainable.

"Please, Y/N," Harry groaned, the pleading had reached his lust-filled eyes but hearing him beg was all you ever wanted. You had half a mind to tear off his robe along with the rest of his clothes but you knew you needed to pace this evening for the sake of both of you.

Your fingers undid the button on his pants easily, pulling them down as you left Harry in just his checkered boxers and shirt.

"Take off your shirt," you instructed, smiling up at him angelically. Harry nodded intently as he pulled the fabric over his head. His pale chest was slim but strong, a taste of abs showing up further down.

"Perfect," you murmured, kissing his navel and stopping at the edge of his boxers. In one swift tug, they were at his ankles, exposing his warm, hard dick that had bounced against his stomach. You brought your lips softly to his length, kissing it as you made your way up to his tip, your own cunt fluttering as you heard him moaning above you.

"Tie me," he whispered, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as you continued to kiss him.

You stopped at his words, his cock in your hand. "Are you sure?"

Harry nodded, his eager smile lighting up his face as you grabbed your wand from your desk. You pointed it at him before whispering "Nodare nodum" and in an instant, Harry's hands were tied behind his back and kneeling before you.

"What are you going to do?"

You took a step back, wordlessly, as you undid your robe, leaving you in your favorite lingerie set. Harry's eyes lit up at the sight of you, you swore you saw him squirm for a second. You leaned down over him, pressing your lips to his, tasting his desperation as you undid your bra.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed, looking up at you through his glasses. You smiled, caressing his face with a gentle hand, watching as he leaned his weight against it.

"Wanna taste?" you asked him, playing with your boobs.

"God, yes," he whined, his puppy eyes were working their magic on you. You straddled him, ignoring the fact that you were probably crushing his knees in the process, bringing your breasts closer to his already open mouth. You weren't expecting his mouth to feel so good, so heavenly against your boobs but it did. His tongue swirling around your hardened nipple, his lips dragging themselves along your chest as he sucked on your other boob. The noises he made were exquisite and you could feel him growing harder by the minute between your legs. You took on the silent cue, grinding your cunt against him, both of your moans filling the room.

"Y/N," Harry panted as he struggled to free his hands from the knots he had so desperately begged for before, "Need to feel you."

"Only if you promise to listen to what I say," you murmured, grinding against him at an unbelievable pace. He felt so fucking good beneath you.

"I'll do anything you say," he promised. You pointed your wand at him once again, speaking the word "consummavi" as you watched the ropes untie themselves and vanish in the air.

Harry's hands found your body clumsily, pulling you to him as his lips came crashing against yours. He broke away to kiss your neck, your chest, and over your panties.

"You can take those off," you said, your body trembling with anticipation for some sort of release. You just knew Harry's tongue would do wonders to your aching pussy.

He rolled the flimsy fabric down your hips, his eyes glued to you, gasping when he saw you.

"Lie down," he said, his hands guiding you back towards your bed, laying you gently down on it.

"Looks like someone's taking over," you laughed breathlessly, watching as Harry lowered himself onto his knees, his elbows resting on the edge of your bed, now eyelevel with your open legs.

"I couldn't contain myself," he sighed as he pressed his lips to your inner thighs, his warm breath teasing you, "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

You reached a hand out to stroke his hair as he brought his lips against you. He kissed your cunt with feather-like lips, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. Harry's tongue soon made contact with your sensitive bud, tracing soft circles against it as your fingers gripped his hair.

"Harry," you moaned as you looked down at him, a beautiful sight. He kept going, his circles getting faster, the pressure getting harder. You could feel yourself get closer with every second that ticked by, your hips bucking involuntarily against his face.

"Mmm," he breathed, sending vibrations that coursed through your entire being. He was surprisingly magnificent at eating you out, despite it being his first time. But Harry was a fast learner.

"Harry," you tried again but were interrupted by another moan that slipped from your lips, "I want you inside of me."

Harry's tongue slowed down slightly, his eyes meeting yours with an excited expression behind them. After a few seconds, he pulled his lips away from you, climbing up on top of you, his lips against yours.

You broke away from the kiss before it lead to something more. "How about you try that charm on me?" you winked at him, getting down on all fours before him, you back to him and your arms extended back towards him.

"Merlin," Harry breathed, his eyes widening as he realized what you were saying, "Only if you want."

"I do," you assured him. Harry pulled out his wand from his crumpled up robe on the floor and spoke the incantation, the rope tying your hands behind your back. They were surprisingly soft, compared to the one you had practiced on in the lecture.

"Harry," you whined, suddenly impatient with the fact that you still felt nothing, "Please."

In an instant, you felt Harry's hands on your ass, steadying you as to not fall forward. You could feel him spreading you open once more, lining himself with your opening. You whined as he pushed himself slowly into you, surprised at how big he felt inside of you.

"God," Harry choked out, his grip tightening as he felt you, "You feel incredible."

"So do you," you cooed, silently hoping he would soon speed up, "You can go faster."

Harry hesitated, peering over at you. "Are you sure this doesn't hurt?"

You shook your head, "It feels bloody amazing." Harry groaned in response, pulling himself halfway out of you before pushing his cock back inside of you. His hips slapped against your ass, his hands holding your own tied hands as he sped up. You moaned as he hit your G-spot, clenching around him, feeling him twitch deep within you.

"Just like that," you whimpered, the pleasure overwhelming your every sense. You couldn't think straight, all you could think about was Harry's dick going in and out of you.

Harry wasn't any better, his own groans interrupting his incoherent sentences, your name spilling from his lips, hips bucking into your at a delicious speed.

"Y/N," he pleaded breathlessly, "I'm close," was all he could say.

"Cum inside of me," you encouraged him, knowing you too were close to your own orgasm.

"Bloody hell that's hot," Harry groaned, his thrusts slowly becoming sloppier as he neared his climax. You, however, beat him to it. Your orgasm came like a giant wave of pleasure, momentarily blinding you as you felt yourself clench around him, moaning his name as you did. Harry came seconds after you did, his hands gripping your hips tightly, panting your name as he buried himself deep inside of you one last time. Breathlessly, he nuzzled his head against your back, his arms enveloping your waist.

"Wow," he sighed, planting soft kisses on your back and nape.

"Wow, indeed," you agreed, trying hard to catch your own breath, "Think you could untie me?"

Harry apologized profusely and repetitively as you assured him that you were fine. He reached for his wand, whispering "consummavi" as your wrists became bare. You turned to Harry and found him slightly sweaty, cheeks pink, and with a smile, his disheveled hair framing his face. You pulled him back to your bed, nestling your body in his lap, his arms around you as he stroked your arms, your face, your hair.

"You were incredible," Harry said, his lips in your hair.

"Says you," you laughed, "I wouldn't have known it was your first time if you hadn't told me."

Harry smiled, shaking his head slightly, "I don't know about that. But it was even better than I had dreamed."

"Well, you can end your dreaming because I'm all yours, Harry," you whispered.

"Yeah?" he said, pulling you closer to him, his heart beating gently in your right ear as you pressed your head onto his bare chest, "I've been waiting a long time for this day."

"I'm choosing you, Chosen One," you joked, poking his arm as Harry laughed.

"You know," he said, "There is a certain ring to it when you say it..."

You laughed, craning your neck up to kiss the boy you loved once more.

"I'm choosing you too."

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A/N: Okay so Harry kind of dommed for a bit at the end, switch coded fr.

[moon-lit-petal]

Believe Me

Neville Longbottom x Fem!Beauxbatons!Reader

Summary: 5 times Dean and Seamus don't believe Neville and the time He proved them wrong.

Warning: not proof read, possibly not so nice friends, Neville being totally in love.

Word Count: 5k

Notes: this takes place when they are much older, I'd like to think that moldy V doesn't exist and the triwizard tournament happens much later in their hogwarts career :) I tried to keep it as ambiguous

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The Gryffindor common room was a cozy haven, illuminated by the flickering flames of the fireplace that cast warm shadows on the maroon and gold walls. A rowdy bunch of Gryffindors lounged comfortably on the oversized sofas, laughter and chatter filling the air as they reminisced about their latest escapades at Hogwarts.

"Honestly," Ron said, a frown spreading across his face, "I don’t know what’s worse—having a crush or trying to figure out what to say when you actually talk to them!"

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "Tell me about it. I thought I was doing well with Cho until I accidentally called her 'Hermione' in the middle of a conversation!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, a playful smirk on her lips. "That’s not going to help your case, Harry."

The boys erupted into laughter, the sound bouncing off the stone walls. Dean leaned back, his arms behind his head, a hint of frustration in his voice. "I can’t even get a proper conversation going. It’s like every time I try to flirt, I end up sounding like a complete idiot."

Seamus snickered. "Remember when you tried to impress that girl from Slytherin with your 'amazing' Quidditch skills? You barely made it through the first sentence!"

"That was one time!" Dean retorted, though he couldn’t suppress a sheepish grin.

Just then, Neville spoke up with hesitant confidence.

"I mean, dating isn't that hard when you're with the right person."

The room fell silent, a few eyebrows raised in curiosity. Ron snorted, breaking the stillness. "No offense, Neville, but what do you know about dating? You've never had a girlfriend before, right?"

With a half-hearted shrug and a giddy smile, he looks at his friends. “Well actually, I've been dating this girl for a little while now.”

"Wait, who is she?" Harry asked, genuinely curious.

"She’s from Beauxbatons!" Neville said, his voice gaining confidence. "Her name is Y/N. She’s really nice, we met over the summer when she was visiting some family”"

Seamus squinted skeptically. "A Beauxbatons girl? Come on, Neville, that sounds a bit too good to be true."

Hermione frowned, clearly disapproving of the boys’ reactions. "Guys, come on you shouldn't just dismiss him, I'm sure she's a nice girl Neville." She gave him a small smile, Neville could tell she too, didn't believe him

Ginny crossed her arms and chimed in. "Exactly. Just because you lot can’t seem to get dates doesn’t mean you should tear him down."

Ron raised his hands in mock surrender. "I’m not tearing him down! I’m just saying it’s hard to believe. Neville and a girl from Beauxbatons?"

Neville’s face turned a shade of crimson. "I’m serious! We’ve been writing to each other, and she even sent me a few drawings, she does portraits and sent one shed done of herself"

Laughter erupted around the room, the sound mingling with Neville’s embarrassed smile.

Hermione’s expression softened. "That sounds just lovely Neville. Maybe you could show us next time?"

Neville blushed even deeper. "I’m planning to! Well, I was… but they fell in the black lake the other day and got ruined..”

Seamus grinned. "Well, that's just a bloody shame, isn't it?”

"I swear! I'm not lying!!" Neville replied, sounding both desperate for someone to believe him and annoyed they would think he'd lie about something like this, to begin with.

Ginny smirked. "It's ok Neville, we believe you really."

The boys continued their good-natured teasing, but Hermione and Ginny shot them looks that conveyed they should ease off. Gradually, the teasing softened, and Hermione quickly sought to change the subject.

"So, what about that new potion Professor Snape was on about?" she suggested, her smile brightening, and at the mention of Professor Snape everyone groaned out a whine.

The conversation shifted effortlessly as they delved into tales of misadventures in Potions class, leaving the topic of girlfriends behind, at least for the moment. Laughter filled the room once more, but Neville couldn’t help but shake his head at his friends. He knows they mean well, and as long as he knows he's telling the truth, then they'd eat their words eventually

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The greenhouses were buzzing with the sound of shovels scraping soil and the occasional screech from a particularly unruly Mandrake. Neville Longbottom, expertly handling a Venomous Tentacula with gloved hands, chatted absently with Ron as they worked together.

“I was talking to Y/N the other day,” Neville said, his tone casual as he patted down the soil around the plant. “She gave me some really good advice on how to deal with these sorts of plants. Apparently, they grow some massive ones in the Beauxbatons greenhouses.”

Ron looked up from his struggle with his own plant. “Oh yeah? Beauxbatons, right?”

Neville nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, she said they have this whole section dedicated to magical flora that we don’t even study here. She told me about this method they use to calm them down, so they don’t snap at you when you get close.”

Hermione overheard and looked over, curiosity piqued. “Really? I’d love to read up on that. Beauxbatons must have a fantastic Herbology program. Did she mention any specific techniques?”

Neville smiled. “Yeah, something about using lavender essence mixed with dragon dung fertilizer. It keeps them relaxed but still healthy. I’m thinking about trying it on one of the plants here.”

Ron gave him a sideways glance, his expression caught between amusement and doubt. “You’ve got an answer for everything these days, don’t you, Neville? Y/N’s always helping you out, eh?”

“Well, she knows a lot about Herbology,” Neville said earnestly. “We talk about plants all the time.”

Harry, busy with his own re-potting, chuckled softly. “Sounds like you two have a lot in common, Neville. It’s nice to have someone who shares your interests.”

Hermione nodded in agreement. “Exactly. And Beauxbatons is known for their magical plants, so it’s not surprising she’d know a lot. What else has she taught you?”

Before Neville could respond, Seamus, who was struggling with his own plant a few tables away, joined the conversation. “Wait a minute, are we still talking about the mysterious Beauxbatons girlfriend? You’ve got to admit, Neville, it sounds a bit too good to be true. A French girl who’s an expert in magical plants? What are the odds?”

Dean snorted in amusement. “Yeah, Neville, no offense, but you talk about her like she’s perfect. She’s beautiful, smart, loves Herbology… I’m starting to think you’ve been reading too many romance novels.”

Neville flushed, but he shook his head. “No, it’s not like that. She’s real, I promise. She just… understands me. We have a lot in common.”

Ron patted Neville on the back, grinning. “We believe you, mate. It’s just hard to imagine someone who’s basically a Herbology goddess and happens to be your girlfriend. We’ll believe it when we see her.”

Harry, who had been silent for most of the exchange, gave Neville an encouraging smile. “Well, I’m sure she’s real, Neville. It’d be great to meet her one day.”

Seamus, however, couldn’t resist another quip. “Maybe she’ll show up with a rare magical plant to prove it, eh?”

Neville forced a smile but didn’t push the subject further. He knew they didn’t mean to be harsh, but it was clear that, despite their friendly tones, his friends still had their doubts about Y/N. He returned to his work, focusing on the plants.

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It was a typical morning in the Great Hall, sunlight streaming through the tall enchanted windows, casting golden beams across the long tables filled with Hogwarts students enjoying their breakfast. The scent of fresh bread, eggs, and pumpkin juice filled the air. Chatter echoed from all sides, students murmuring about Quidditch matches, homework assignments, and weekend plans.

Neville sat at the Gryffindor table, absently pushing his scrambled eggs around his plate. His thoughts were far from breakfast. He had been waiting for weeks now—hoping for a letter or, even better, a package from Y/N.. Their relationship had been going strong, though the distance often made it difficult. But lately, he'd mentioned her so many times that his friends had begun to give him knowing looks, and their teasing, though lighthearted, always made him feel a little self-conscious.

“Oi, Neville! You alright, mate?” Seamus Finnigan asked, nudging him gently. “You’ve been staring at those eggs for ten minutes. Something on your mind?”

Neville smiled faintly, trying to shake off his nervous anticipation. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… waiting for the post.”

At that moment, as if on cue, the familiar sound of wings fluttering through the air filled the hall. Dozens of owls soared through the enchanted ceiling, delivering letters and parcels to their waiting owners. Neville’s heart raced as he scanned the sea of wings, hoping to see something special. And then he saw it—a stunning, silvery owl with long, elegant wings gliding toward him, catching the light as it flew. It was unlike any owl he’d ever seen at Hogwarts.

The owl swooped down gracefully, landing right in front of Neville with a soft hoot. In its talons was a thick package wrapped in delicate lavender-colored paper, sealed with the distinctive wax crest of Beauxbatons. Neville’s eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he just stared at the package in his lap, hardly believing it.

“Blimey, Neville,” Ron said from across the table, his eyebrows raised. “That’s a fancy delivery.”

“Is that… from your girlfriend?” Hermione asked, looking at the package curiously.

Neville nodded, trying not to look too pleased. “Yeah, it’s from Y/N.”

His friends exchanged glances, but there wasn’t any teasing, just mild surprise. Neville had spoken about Y/N often, but she seemed almost like a mythical figure to them—this beautiful, mysterious girl from France whom none of them had ever met.

“That’s some owl she’s got,” Dean commented, leaning over to get a better look at the package. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen one like that.”

Neville nodded again, feeling a bit self-conscious under their gazes. “She mentioned it once. Said it’s a rare breed from France. She’s… pretty proud of it.”

Seamus grinned. “Well, go on then, mate. Open it! Let’s see what she’s sent you.”

Neville hesitated for a moment, feeling all eyes on him. He knew they weren’t trying to be skeptical or mean, but he could sense the curiosity behind their words. His friends had never outright doubted him, but it was clear that after months of hearing about Y/N and not seeing any proof, they were a bit… unsure. Still, there was no mockery in their faces—just genuine interest.

With a deep breath, Neville carefully broke the wax seal and unwrapped the package. Inside was a beautifully embroidered scarf in the deep blue and silver colors of Beauxbatons, along with a folded letter. The scarf was soft, clearly handmade, and it smelled faintly of lavender.

“Wow,” Hermione said, leaning in closer. “That’s lovely, Neville. She made this for you?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Neville said quietly, running his fingers over the delicate stitches. “She’s been learning how to embroider. I, um… mentioned I needed a new scarf for winter, and I guess she remembered.”

Ron nodded appreciatively. “That’s impressive. Not many people make things like this anymore.”

Harry smiled from beside him. “Looks like she really cares about you, Neville.”

Neville smiled, feeling a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the scarf. It felt good to hear that—not just because it was true, but because it seemed like, for once, his friends weren’t doubting him.

But then Seamus, ever the joker, raised an eyebrow and smirked. “You’ve got to admit, though, Neville—it’s almost too perfect. A hand-embroidered scarf? From a Beauxbatons girl who sends you packages by a rare French owl? It’s like something out of a storybook.”

Neville laughed, shaking his head. “I know it sounds a bit… unbelievable, but I swear it’s true. She’s real.”

Dean, who had been eyeing the letter, grinned. “Well, if she keeps sending you things like this, we’ll start believing in miracles.”

Hermione shot Dean a disapproving look, but Neville chuckled along with the others. It wasn’t mean-spirited—they were just having fun. He didn’t mind the light teasing, especially now that he had proof to show them. And even if they found it hard to believe, they weren’t questioning him outright, just amused at the unlikely situation.

“That’ll be the day,” Ron said with a grin, though he quickly added, “But hey, She sounds great.”

Neville folded the scarf carefully and slipped it into his bag, feeling a little lighter. “She is.”

As the conversation shifted back to Quidditch and schoolwork, Neville glanced down at the unopened letter in his hands. He could read it later, in private. For now, he felt content knowing that, whether his friends believed him or not, Y/N was real—and she cared about him enough to send something as special as this.

Even if they still found it hard to imagine, that was enough for Neville. And maybe, just maybe, one day soon, his friends would get to meet her and see for themselves that she wasn’t just a figment of his imagination. But until then, he’d hold on to the scarf, the letter, and the quiet certainty that she was thinking of him as much as he was thinking of her.

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The Gryffindor common room was quieter than usual, the usual hustle and bustle replaced with a mellow atmosphere as the school year drew to a close. Most of the students had already packed their things, their trunks neatly stacked and waiting by the fireplace. The chairs around the room were occupied by groups of friends chatting, playing games, or simply lounging around, savoring the last few moments before heading home for the summer.

Neville sat with Seamus, Dean, and a couple of other Gryffindors near the windows, gazing out at the grounds. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow on the stone walls.

“I can't believe the year’s over already,” Dean said, leaning back in his chair. “Feels like we were just getting back from Christmas break.”

“Yeah, crazy,” Seamus agreed, his tone relaxed. “But I’m not going to miss the essays.”

Neville, absently fiddling with his wand, smiled. “I was telling Y/N about how busy it’s been. She’s had a lot going on too. The end of the year at Beauxbatons is apparently just as hectic as here.”

Seamus shot him a quick glance, his expression neutral, though Dean exchanged a brief look with him. “Y/N, huh?” Seamus said, not missing a beat. “Sounds like she’s got it rough over there.”

Neville nodded, completely unaware of Seamus’s inner skepticism. “Yeah, she’s been swamped. But we’re planning to meet up over the summer. She might even come to England for a bit.”

“That’s great, mate,” Dean chimed in, his voice casual though he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Neville stood up suddenly as if remembering something important. “Oh no! I forgot to pack my Astrronomy textbooks. I’ll be right back.”

With that, he hurried off to his dorm room, leaving the rest of them sitting there. The moment Neville was out of earshot, Seamus turned to the others with an exaggerated sigh.

“Alright,” Seamus said, leaning forward. “I like Neville, you all know that, but I’m telling you, there is no way Y/N exists.”

Dean grinned, leaning in as well. “You’re still stuck on that?”

Seamus shrugged, but the look on his face said he was convinced. “Come on, Dean. You’ve heard him talk about her for months—perfect French girlfriend from Beauxbatons who just happens to love magical plants as much as he does? I mean, sure, it could be true, but she’s never sent a picture, she’s never visited Hogwarts, and the only proof we’ve got are a few letters that could be from anyone.”

One of the younger Gryffindors, who had been listening in, piped up. “So, you think Neville’s lying? He doesn’t seem like the type to make something like that up.”

Seamus shook his head quickly. “No, I don’t think he’s lying, not really. I think he believes it. But I’m just saying—it sounds like he’s being catfished. It’s not like he’s met her in person since they started writing. For all we know, it could be some bloke from Durmstrang having a laugh.”

Dean chuckled. “You reckon someone’s really going that far to mess with Neville? That’s pretty dedicated.”

Seamus leaned back, his arms crossed. “Look, I’m not trying to be mean. I just don’t think she’s real. Or if she is, maybe she’s not exactly what Neville thinks. It’s just a bit… convenient, isn’t it? All these grand stories, but no one’s ever seen her.”

One of the girls nearby, who had been half-listening, frowned. “But Neville doesn’t seem like he’s making it up. He talks about her like she’s the real deal.”

“I know, that’s what makes me feel bad about doubting him,” Seamus admitted. “But you’ve got to admit it’s a bit suspicious. Every time she’s supposed to visit, something comes up. She’s ‘too busy,’ or ‘there’s something going on at Beauxbatons.’ It’s been almost a year and still no sign of her.”

Dean raised a hand to stop Seamus. “Alright, alright. But what if she is real and just… busy?”

Seamus snorted softly, though his tone was lighter. “Then she’s the busiest girlfriend in the world. Look, I’m not saying I’d tell Neville to his face that I don’t believe her. The poor bloke would be crushed. But between us… I just don’t see it.”

There was a brief lull in the conversation, and Seamus’s words hung in the air. The group seemed divided—some more skeptical, others wanting to believe in Neville’s story.

“Maybe she’ll surprise us,” one of the younger students said. “Maybe she’ll show up next year and you’ll all feel silly.”

Seamus grinned, though his expression remained doubtful. “If she shows up, I’ll buy Neville a drink. But until then… I’m betting we’re in for another year of stories about a girl we’ll never meet.”

As they laughed and talked, the door to the boys’ dormitory creaked open, and Neville came back down the stairs, his arms full of books.

“Found them,” Neville said, smiling as he returned to his spot by the window. “I almost forgot the Mooncalf studies Y/N recommended too.”

Seamus caught Dean’s eye but quickly smiled at Neville. “Glad you found everything, mate. All set for the summer, then?”

“Yeah,” Neville said, sitting down and looking a little wistful. “Just can’t wait to see her.”

Seamus nodded, his tone friendlier now. “Hope it all works out, Nev.”

As the conversation moved on to other things, the quiet skepticism lingered, but none of them had the heart to say anything to Neville directly. As much as they doubted Y/N’s existence, they couldn’t bring themselves to crush Neville’s enthusiasm. They just hoped, in their own way, that somehow, Y/N would turn out to be real after all.

----------

The Hogwarts Express rattled along the tracks, carrying its excited students back to school for another year. Laughter, chatter, and the occasional call of a vendor selling sweets filled the air as students reunited after the summer holiday, exchanging stories and catching up on the latest news.

In one of the compartments, Neville sat with Seamus, Dean, and a few other Gryffindors, a wide grin on his face as he animatedly recounted his summer adventures.

“… and then we went to this amazing garden in Kew! She couldn’t believe how many magical plants were hidden in plain sight. I’ve never seen her so excited,” Neville said, his eyes sparkling as he spoke about Y/N for the umpteenth time since they’d boarded the train.

Seamus leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, nodding along. “That sounds pretty great, Neville. So, you finally got to go on a proper date, huh?”

Neville beamed. “Yeah! We went on a few, actually. We had the best time. She was in London visiting her family for a couple of weeks, so we got to meet up almost every day.”

Dean raised an eyebrow, curious. “You said she was visiting family before, right? Didn’t she have plans to stay longer?”

“Yeah, she did,” Neville admitted, his tone dropping slightly, “but something came up. Her family had to leave earlier than expected, so she didn’t get to meet you guys like we’d planned.” He looked apologetic as he said it, clearly disappointed that his friends hadn’t been able to meet Y/N again.

“That’s too bad,” Dean said, sharing a glance with Seamus. “We were looking forward to it.”

“Yeah, me too,” Neville sighed, but then perked up again. “But we did take loads of pictures! I wanted to show you all, but… uh…” He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “She took the photos with her by accident when she left. We were using her camera, and she packed it with all her stuff.”

Seamus blinked, his expression carefully neutral. “So, no pictures?”

Neville shook his head, he saw the clear skepticism beneath Seamus’s question but brushed it off. “No, but she’s going to send them by owl as soon as she can. She promised. There were some really good ones too—us in front of the Leaky Cauldron, at Kew Gardens, and a few near the Tower of London. I can’t wait to show you all.”

Seamus exchanged another glance with Dean, a small smile tugging at his lips, though he kept it from looking too patronizing. “Sounds like it was a great time, mate.”

“Oh, it was,” Neville said earnestly. “Y/N’s amazing. We even talked about coming up with ways to visit more often during the year. Maybe meet up during the Hogsmeade weekends. I’m going to send her a letter as soon as we get back to Hogwarts.”

Seamus nodded along, though his smile faltered slightly. “Yeah, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

Dean shifted in his seat, glancing out the window for a moment before leaning forward. “So, Neville, you said her family comes to London often, right? Does she have a lot of family here?”

“Her dad’s English,” Neville explained. “Her mum is French, so they stay over there most of the time but they come back to visit every summer, and sometimes during the holidays. That’s how we managed to spend so much time together.”

Dean nodded slowly, while Seamus leaned forward just a little. “And you didn’t think to borrow one picture, maybe a keepsake for yourself?” he asked lightly. There was no malice in his voice, but there was an unmistakable undertone of doubt.

Neville ignored it. “I didn’t need to. We’ve been writing so much, and she’s going to send the pictures soon. Besides, I’ve got her letters, and I brought back a few things we picked up together. Look.” He pulled out a small, intricately woven bracelet from his bag. “We got these matching bracelets from a little magical shop near Diagon Alley. Hers has a charm for luck, and mine’s for protection.”

Seamus studied the bracelet for a moment before leaning back. “That’s nice, Neville.”

Dean smiled at the bracelet, genuinely trying to be supportive. “Yeah, it looks great. You two must’ve had a good time.”

“We did,” Neville replied, relaxing now that he was surrounded by his friends. “She’s just… brilliant. I really wish you could’ve met her. I know you’d all get along.”

Seamus offered a friendly smile, though his eyes flickered with doubt. “Yeah, maybe next time, Neville.”

The compartment grew quiet for a moment, and the sound of the train clacking along the tracks filled the space. Outside, the countryside whizzed by in a blur of green fields and distant hills, and the feeling of excitement for the new school year was still palpable.

Dean, always the diplomat, broke the silence. “Well, I’m glad you had a good summer, Neville. Hopefully next time, the timing will work out better.”

Neville nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, I’m sure it will. She really wants to meet you all. She’s heard so much about you.”

Seamus shot Dean a look, and Dean just shrugged, his face carefully neutral. No one wanted to say it, but the story about Y/N was starting to sound a bit too convenient—another summer gone by, another set of plans that didn’t quite line up. And now, no photos to show for it, either.

But despite their growing doubts, Seamus and Dean weren’t about to crush Neville’s enthusiasm. Not after he had spent the entire train ride practically glowing with happiness. Still, once Neville got up to stretch his legs and grab some snacks from the trolley, Seamus leaned toward Dean with a raised eyebrow.

“So… still no Y/N, huh?”

Dean chuckled quietly. “Still no Y/N.”

“I swear, if she’s real, I’ll eat my own shoe,” Seamus muttered under his breath. “Every time he gets close to introducing her, something comes up.”

Dean glanced out the window again before replying. “I don’t know, Seamus. Maybe she’s real, but there’s just bad timing. Or maybe…”

“Maybe she’s in his head,” Seamus finished, his tone soft but resigned. “I just don’t get how one person could have this much bad luck when it comes to us meeting her.”

Dean shook his head, a small smile on his lips. “At this point, I just hope for Neville’s sake that she’s real. You can see how much he cares about her.”

“Yeah,” Seamus sighed, leaning back in his seat. “I hope so too.”

When Neville returned with a handful of Chocolate Frogs and a Butterbeer, his smile was as bright as ever, blissfully unaware of the quiet conversation that had just passed between his friends. And as the Hogwarts Express continued its journey, his thoughts were already on the letters he’d be sending to Y/N once they arrived at school.

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The atmosphere in the Great Hall was buzzing with excitement. The start of a new school year always brought surprises, but this time, there was something different in the air. The students were seated at their house tables, eagerly awaiting the feast, when Professor Dumbledore rose from his seat to address the hall.

“Welcome, students, to another year at Hogwarts!” Dumbledore’s voice echoed throughout the room, immediately capturing everyone’s attention. “I am particularly pleased to announce that this year, we will be hosting a most extraordinary event… the Triwizard Tournament!”

A murmur spread through the hall, rippling with whispers and shocked expressions. Neville, seated at the Gryffindor table with Seamus, Dean, Harry, Hermione, and Ron, exchanged confused glances with the others.

“Triwizard Tournament?” Dean muttered. “That wasn’t in the usual announcements.”

“Yeah, didn’t see that coming,” Seamus added, leaning in to hear more.

Dumbledore continued, explaining the rich history of the tournament, how it had been revived, and the prestigious honor of being chosen as a champion. Then, with a wave of his hand, he motioned to the entrance of the hall.

“And now, may I introduce our esteemed guests from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and Durmstrang Institute.”

The heavy doors at the end of the hall swung open, and the students of Beauxbatons Academy entered. They moved with grace and poise that captivated everyone, wearing their sky-blue silk robes as they marched in perfect unison. Neville’s heart raced as he scanned the group, but he couldn’t spot Y/N among them.

“Who are they?” Harry asked, squinting to get a better look.

“I don’t know,” Hermione replied, intrigued. “But they look amazing.”

“They’re all so… elegant,” Ron said, trying to take it all in. “Do you think they’re all that good-looking?”

“Probably,” Hermione said, rolling her eyes playfully.

As the Beauxbatons students completed their entrance, Neville’s heart dropped when he didn’t see Y/N. Just when he thought he might be imagining things, she stepped forward, performing acrobatic flips and graceful spins, her hair flowing behind her like a cascade of river waves. She looked more stunning than Neville could ever have described.

“Bloody hell, who is that?” Dean whispered, eyes wide in disbelief.

Seamus was staring, frozen in place. “No way…”

When the introductions were done, Neville leaned closer to his friends. “That’s her! That’s Y/N!”

Harry raised an eyebrow, glancing between Neville and the group. “Wait, who’s Y/N? Which one?”

Neville pointed toward Y/N, who was beaming with joy alongside her classmates. “The one in the front! I didn’t know she was coming!”

The others turned to look, their expressions shifting from curiosity to disbelief. “No way!” Ron exclaimed, glancing at Neville. “You weren’t joking about her being real?”

Hermione clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. “She’s absolutely brilliant!”

Before anyone could say another word, a voice called out from across the hall.

“Neville!”

Neville’s head snapped up, and there she was, weaving through the crowd, her face lighting up when she spotted him. “Y/N!” he breathed.

The next thing he knew, Y/N was rushing toward him, a wide smile on her face. “Neville!” she called again, and in an instant, she was there, throwing her arms around him.

Without hesitation, she began planting kisses all over his face—on his cheeks, forehead, and nose—her laughter bubbling up as she clung to him. “I’ve missed you so much!” she said between kisses.

The entire Gryffindor table stared in stunned silence. Seamus’s mouth was hanging open, while Dean could only blink in disbelief. All around the hall, students who had been casually talking or laughing stopped to watch the unexpected display. Whispers started spreading like wildfire, but Neville didn’t care—he was too overjoyed, too caught up in the moment.

“Y/N!” Neville finally managed to say, his face flushed from the attention. “I—I missed you too! I didn’t know you were coming! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Y/N giggled and pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, her hands still resting on his shoulders. “I wanted to surprise you, silly. You should’ve seen your face when I came in!” Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

Neville was too overwhelmed to respond properly. His heart felt like it was about to burst from happiness. “I can’t believe you’re here,” he said, grinning ear to ear.

“I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere,” Y/N said softly, wrapping her arms around him again in a tight hug.

The Gryffindor table was still frozen in place, watching the entire scene unfold with wide eyes. Seamus finally found his voice and leaned toward Dean, whispering, “Well… that is not what I expected at all...”

Dean shook his head in disbelief. “You’re not the only one, mate.”

Y/N finally pulled away from Neville, her smile never fading. She glanced around at his friends, who were still recovering from the shock. “You must be Neville’s friends,” she said brightly, offering them a cheerful wave. “It’s so nice to finally meet you all!”

“Y-Yeah, we’ve heard… a lot about you,” Dean stammered, offering a friendly, albeit awkward smile.

Y/N laughed, completely oblivious to the lingering disbelief. “I hope all good things!”

“Definitely,” Seamus managed to say, shooting Neville a look that was a mixture of awe and apology. “Welcome to Hogwarts, Y/N.”

As the rest of the Great Hall resumed their chatter, Neville stood there with Y/N by his side, his face glowing with pride. After a year of doubt, teasing, and skepticism, here she was—real, vibrant, and wonderful.

For once, Neville didn’t need to say anything. His friends finally believed him.

[dreamingonfilm]

✧˖*°࿐ Pumpkin Bread | N.L.

Neville Longbottom x gn!reader, fluff

Summary: In which Neville helps you with Herbology, despite the fact that you can’t stand him.

w/c: 2.9k

part 2

You stood in front of the library doors, preoccupied listening to the pang of your heartbeat in your ears. The books and paperwork inside your backpack seemingly feel as if they now weighed tons. You sharply take a breath of the cold air and open the doors – taking a step inside the stuffy library; your thoughts come to a halt when you hear your name.

“(Y/N), over here!” the boy calls. Turning your head to the side, your eyes finally meet his. 

It’s not that you hate the boy or anything, but for some reason you two could never get along. Maybe it was the fact that he was always kind to you, or the fact that none of your insults or cold remarks could ever cut through him. Despite him being a nervous wreck all the time, the shudder of his shoulders and stammering of his voice always seemed to be cut short whenever you were around. And you almost hated him for it. 

You walked over to the table where he sat, giving a bitter look to anyone who dared look at you, and tried to calm down the anger that was slowly brewing inside. Neville however, was unaware of this anger, and this only seemed to frustrate you more as he pulled your chair out and handed you a slice of pumpkin bread. 

“I figured you’d want something to eat, you know, since we’re going to be here rather late and all.” He said sheepishly, giving you a soft smile as you took the pastry. 

You muttered a soft “thanks.” and went to open your book. It was a Friday night at Hogwarts and here you were in the library being tutored by none other than Neville Longbottom, the laughing-stock of Gryffindor. The flickering lights above you were already starting to give you a migraine, and the soft squeaks from your chairs were only distracting you from your own thoughts. How were you to do anything in here?

“S-so, I was thinking that maybe we could start with just going over what we’ve been learning in class so far,” he cut your concerns short, flipping through the pages of his book until he finally landed on the one he was looking for, “this is Stinksap! I-it's one of my favorites actually. My aunt gave me one for my birthda-”

“Neville, not to be rude or anything but I don’t really care.” You cut him off. The light in his face seemed to dim out as he shook his head in understanding. 

“Oh, well that’s alright. If you want we can review last weeks–”

Once again you cut him off with a loud groan. It was bad enough that you had to go to tutoring in general, but the fact that it was Neville, the one person who cared about Herbology, made it so much worse. You knew that there was no way to escape studying, and all you could focus on was how slowly the hands on the clock overhead turned. Two hours seemed to be so far away, and all you wanted was to get out of the library and go back to your dorm where you could do absolutely nothing and be content. 

“Look, I don’t want to be here just as much as you don’t want to be here. So let’s just sit here in silence for the next two hours and then part ways. Alright?” You sneered, closing your textbook and going back to stare at the clock. 

The boy next to you started to shift uncomfortably back and forth in his seat. He fidgeted with the hem of his sweater for a moment before going on to agree with you once more. Closing his book and replacing it with a small piece of parchment. 

You both sat in an awkward silence. The library slowly got emptier as the time went on in a brutally slow pace, the silence occasionally broken by the dinging of chairs and the sound of his quill on the parchment. 

You groan. The sound of the parchment fills your ears. You take a bite of the, now cold, pumpkin bread. The sound of the parchment fills your ears. You turn to face the window. The sound of the parchment fills your ears. 

And after forty minutes of sitting next to him, and listening to the god-awful sound of his quill, you finally snap.

“STOP IT!” You scream at him in full volume, standing up out of your chair as your ears go red.

The library goes quiet, quieter than usual, as everyone turns to look at you. The turning of book pages, the chatter between friends, and the sound of the parchment now gone. If you were to even take a breath right now, everyone would hear it. 

Neville stares at you with an unknowing and rather concerned look, his face flushing in embarrassment as he realizes that everyone is staring right at your table. In one quick motion he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you back down into the chair. 

“What’s wrong with you!” he whispers, trying to ignore the glare of everyone surrounding you two. You only roll your eyes and start to pack up your things. You didn’t need to deal with this and you surely weren’t going to force yourself through two hours of pure torture. The repercussion was something you could deal with later, but for right now you needed to go back to your dorm and get away from Neville.

You turn the corner to leave the library but not before hearing his soft voice speak once more.

“I never said that I don’t want to be here.”

—-

It has been two weeks since your tutoring lesson, or lack of, with Neville and things only seemed to get worse. Professor Sprout was furious when she found out about the scene you caused in the library, and about how you failed to stick to her assigned lesson plan. 

And that’s how you found yourself here, in the greenhouse, preparing pots for an upcoming lesson. This would be your second home for the next two months. 

Despite your constant whining, you started to find some sense of comfort in the greenhouse. You’ve grown accustomed to the echoing of your footsteps in the empty building, and the dripping of water every few seconds. While it was rather eery at first, being alone in a new environment at night, it started to become a nice part of your routine. It was certainly much better than tutoring after all. 

However, as the days passed by, you started to feel some sort of looming presence in the greenhouse. One night, you left the faucet to the watering system on. You were already halfway to your common room when you realized, but once you got back to the greenhouse, the faucet was already turned off. 

At first, you shook it off as you having a bad memory. But over time, things only got stranger and stranger. You complained about it being too cold in the garden, the next day there would be a sweater, with your house emblem waiting for you on a chair by the front door. You complained about the pots being cracked and there would be a fresh set of newly purchased pots not even a few hours later. There was this one instance where you forgot your backpack, and once you got to your dorm you found it there laying on your bed. How on earth, did your backpack get to your room before you? 

You were losing it. 

Your friends suggested that it was from a lack of sleep, and that you should talk to the professor about cutting down your workload, but you insisted that you were fine. And while the events truly did startle you, you really were fine, that would be up until today.

—

“(Y/L/N), may I have a word with you after class?” Professor Sprout spoke. 

Your train of thought broke as the class turned to stare at you. You lifted your head up before responding. “Yes Professor.”

The remainder of class went by quickly, students rushing out of the room as you went up to the professor's desk. She didn’t seem to notice you at first, and while you’d normally be aggravated due to your lack of patience, you found yourself rather calm. After all, you've grown really close to the Herbology teacher.

You let out a small cough and she finally looked up. “Ah! (Y/N)! Take a seat my dear.” she motioned to you. 

You awkwardly sat down in front of the professor. Your mind began to wander as you questioned what she could have called you for. Perhaps she’s extending your punishment, or maybe you messed up really badly last night? You go over the past few days, and nothing completely terrible seems to come to mind.

Finally you speak up. “What did you need to see me for?”

“Oh! I just wanted to check up on you! I know how overwhelming the greenhouse work may get, especially during this time of the year. Have you been alright?” She asked.

“Yeah, everything’s been fine,” you respond, not knowing whether or not you should bring up the strange events that have been happening. After all, Professor Sprout should have a reasonable explanation as to what has been going on, “actually Professor now that you mention in, there has been some strange stuff going o–” 

But your concerns get interrupted as she continues to speak.

“And I trust Neville hasn’t been giving you a hard time?”

Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Neville? You hadn’t seen him since two Fridays ago, so why on Earth would she bring him up now? 

“Huh? Why would Neville give me a hard time? I haven’t seen him sinc–”

“Oh that’s wonderful to hear! I was worried that he wouldn’t want to help you out after what happened during your tutoring! But he seemed rather excited when I asked him to watch over you. After all, your grade isn’t nearly well off enough for me to trust you alone in the greenhou…..”

But her voice slowly started to fade away as you realized what had happened. It was fucking Neville Longbottom. 

—

The corridor is filled with the echoing of your footsteps and your heavy breathing. The items in your backpack making a ruckus as they all clattered together due to your running down the hall. All you could see was red. 

“Where the fuck is he?” you thought to yourself, booking it to every corner of the castle. This was it, you finally lost your mind. 

As you turned to go back to your common room in a great defeat, you saw him. How could it not be? His tall stature, fluffy hair, and soft hands that you oh so badly wanted to rip out of his sockets.

Neville stood there, talking to himself as he tried to memorize the answers to next week's potions exam, as well as trying to figure out where he could get some more pumpkin bread, as he had heard you mention it to your friends that same morning. He ran a hand through his hair and groaned, “she’s driving me crazy.” As he started turning the corner, he heard a high-pitched screech from down the hall.

He shot back, turning around to see who could be the source of this demonic noise. And there you were. Your whole face red, knuckles white as you clutched the strap of your backpack; you could practically see the steam coming out of your ears.

“This is it,” he thought, “this is how I die.”

“NEVILLE!” You scream once more, running towards the boy whose face looked almost as pale as Malfoy’s, “EXPLAIN YOURSELF!” You began to hit his chest, fist clashing as he attempted to push you away to avoid either of you getting hurt.

“(Y/N), p-please calm down,” he said, trying his best to keep you from hitting him any more, “what are you talking about?”

You stopped your attempts at assault and looked at him. He was staring right back at you, concern written all over his face. “Don’t play dumb, Longbottom.”

He shivered when he heard the way you said his last name. If he would have known any better, he would have thought that you were Draco based on how you said it. Pronounced in the same way that everyone before him has said it, with a hint of disappointment.

“I know that you’ve been with me in the greenhouse!” You finished.

His face went pale. A simple, “Oh.” was all he could manage to spit out. He didn’t know what you wanted to hear, and even worse, he didn’t know what he could say. 

After a few more seconds of excruciating silence, you spoke once more.

“So then,” you adjusted the straps of your bag, “what are you, some pervert?”

His tongue nearly fell out of his mouth. “What?” 

“I mean, you’ve clearly been watching me! How else would you know to get me a sweater! Or the pots! How else did you manage to get into my room!” You spat. You were more annoyed now than ever, here you were with the evidence that Neville is a creep, but he didn’t want to admit it. You didn’t even care at this point. All you wanted was to be rid of him forever.

“First of all I’m not some pervert,” he stated, going on to move out of your way, “and secondly, the only reason I know those things is because we’re in class together!”

“And?”

“And you talk rather loudly,” he responded, “very loud actually.”

You shoot him a cold glare before hitting him once more on the arm. 

“Hey!”

“Okay, and what about my backpack?” You questioned. This was your holy grail, there is no excuse that he could come up with now that could prove to you that he isn’t some sick freak. You awaited his response as he stared at you uncomfortably.

“Oh right, I asked your friend to give it to you.”

You looked at him with a blank expression, embarrassment growing in the apples of your cheeks. The tension in the air grew awkward. So he isn’t a pervert. 

He coughed a few times and started shifting back and forth between his feet.

“Anyways, I- I think I’m going to head back now.” He gave you a small nod before heading off.

“Wait Neville,” you called out to him, grabbing his wrist, almost replicating that night in the library, “I’m sorry.” 

You looked down at your feet. You were not only embarrassed, but you were extremely disappointed in yourself and your lack of judgment. For years you saw Neville as this dorky git, who couldn’t do anything right. But here you were apologizing to him, as he has been the one that has been keeping your grade somewhat afloat, and taking care of the plants in the greenhouse. Your high ego failed to make you realize that there was no way you could ever keep those plants alive on your own.

A small laugh cracked the tension in the air as Neville gave you a soft smile. “It’s alright (Y/N),” he insisted, “I know how you are.”

“W-What do you mean? We don’t know each other.” You responded, confused by Neville’s choice of words.

“Six years together and you don’t think I pay attention to you?” He rolled his eyes. You felt a blush creep up to your cheeks at his statement. You were about to politely reject his advances before he spoke up again, “not like that! I- I mean, we’ve always had Herbology together and you were always messing up you know? How could I not notice when you almost burnt the classroom down?” 

“Oh.” Once again, your ego was crushed. You shook your head and watched as Neville began to walk away. You followed him. Maybe it was the way he looked at you when your face fell, or maybe it was the way that he didn’t seem to shudder when your voice got icy, but something about this boy was different; something about you was different. 

“Where are you going?” You asked him, looking up to make eye contact. 

“To the greenhouse.” He smiled at you, reaching his hand into his pocket to pull out a small key – an exact copy of the one that you have been using for the past two weeks. 

“But, it’s dinner? Why would you go right now?” You asked once more, as the entrance to the greenhouse reached near. Both of your footsteps echoing in the empty hall, for right now and just this moment, it was only you two. 

He went up ahead and unlocked the glass door, opening it and moving to the side to let you in first. The scent of blooming petals and dirt hitting your nose all at once, the cold air hugging you tightly. But before you brought yourself to complain or shiver, Neville handed you the sweater.

“Trust me,” he laughed, as he went to smooth out the wrinkles from the fabric, your face flushing as he did so, “you need the help.”

There you sat, watching as the brown-haired boy did your work. The ambiance of the greenhouse now soothing you as his voice filled the room. For the first time in your life, you didn’t complain. Even when the dirt got on your hands, and even when Neville went to clean them for you.

Part 2

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The Great Longbottom Bully Chronicles: Malfoy edition

Draco is often described in fics as having been Neville's worst bully but is that actually backed by canon ? This intrepid reporter scoured the books for any and all interactions between the two; the results?

See for yourself:

section A: active bullying

Philosopher's Stone is The Book when it comes to any and all Malfoy-based mistreatments of Neville. In PS we have the following interactions:

1)

Draco is a maladjusted little gremlin who doesn't know how to show curiosity for Neville's remembrall in a healthy manner; I give this a 3/10 on the bully scale

2)

Draco straight up curses Neville (the curse itself is treated as funny, Evil Draco is the evil problem), 8/10

same scene, apparently Draco stopped for a chat amidst all the leg locking; middling attempt, 6/10

3)

Draco delivers a group insult at Harry's second match and includes a Neville section, he did not expect any backtalk; 7/10

4)

off-screen forbidden forest hijinks. Harry considers it a joke, does Draco? Does Neville? not enough info; 5/10

BONUS ROUND

Lastly, I'm going to add this conversation from ootp, :

Draco here is indulging in his favorite pastime, Harry-baiting, and Neville is just a bystander. Draco does not seem to know about Neville's parents and he wasn't the intended target but I give this 10/10 because of the psychic damage it causes.

These are actually all the interactions Neville and Draco have in canon: a whole bunch in book 1 and then nothing. This intrigued me so I went looking for:

section B: Draco talking about Neville (but not to him)

1)

This takes place in book 1, during the remembrall scene. Draco is putting on a performance for his fellow Slytherins but actually concentrates very little on Neville's incident, this is literally all he says about him

2)

This takes place in Half-blood Prince, during the compartment scene (wherein Harry is a nosey nancy). This is the only time Draco talks about Neville with no Gryffindors in sight. He is not performing for an audience, merely having a routine discussion with his friends; this gives us the clearest picture of his actual attitude towards Neville (in one word: dismissive). Neville is mentioned in passing and immediately forgotten.

section B (the other way): Neville talking about Draco

1)

This is from book 5. Draco claimed to know a NEWT examiner, Neville shares what he knows. Not even a direct mention.

2)

This is from book 6, Neville saw Malfoy go by. Riveting.

Again, I expected more. Finally, I checked the text for any neutral interactions between the two that may have happened offscreen, as in: both Draco and Neville were in the same location, information was shared between the two (or, more likely, shared by one of them with a third party and then overheard by the other) and no one ended up maimed or otherwise negatively impacted. This brings us to:

section C: ordinary conversations

1)

Again from book 1. Neville finds out about Norbert and tries to help, no known reaction from Draco

2)

From book 3. Draco was getting ready for his yearly train visit to Harry on the way to Hogwarts and somehow ended up in the general vicinity of Neville.

section D: conclusion

While my first instinct was to assume that the instances of bullying from book 1 would repeat themselves during the following years, it appears that Draco and Neville barely interact with each other from the ages of 12 onwards.

Crabbe and Goyle are actually shown to have a more consistently antagonistic relationship with Neville than Draco does: it's them who Neville ends up fighting in book 1 (during Harry's second quidditch match), it's them who laugh when Snape admonishes him in potions in book 3 (immediately post Buckbeak, Draco is present and does not react to Neville) and finally, it's Crabbe who straight up chokes him in book 5 (in the DA vs inquisitorial squad kerfuffle in Umbridge's office).

One can perhaps assume that Draco's bullying continues as the years go on but goes unnoticed by Harry (our POV in the books) but I don't see this happening for one reason and one reason only: this is not what we observe from Neville's interactions with his actual greatest bully: Snape.

The narrative often makes space for Snape's remarks towards Neville (and their effect on him) regardless of plot relevance and they only increase in frequency as the books progress, so much so that in book 3 he is presented as Neville's greatest fear (by way of boggart).

The bullying somewhat plateaus around book 4 (where we can start seeing a shift in how jkr portrays both of them) and Snape and Neville eventually stop interacting completely after book 5, yet we are still presented with a number of interactions between the two that easily dwarfs Draco and Neville's. If Draco was actually a constant negative presence in Neville's life I'd expect to see a similar pattern and yet there is none.

tldr: Neville and Draco have actually very little to do with each other.

As a little treat, here's the only time Lucius Malfoy talks to Neville

Dude didn't have to roast him so hard, but he did.

[j-nope-not-today]

Cold Tea

Neville longbottom x fem!reader

It was late. The house silent. I wasn't quite used to the long nights without neville. He always came home for the weekends, but the week without him was long. I make my way to the kitchen. I figure if i can't sleep, I might as well have some warm milk or a midnight snack. What I hadn't expected was to see neville standing at the stove. Warming up a pot of tea.

"Neville?" It was Wednesday. What was he doing home?

"Hello love" He turns to me with a smile. Stepping forward to chastly kiss my cheek. Upon seeing my confusion he chuckles.

"I'm okay with losing some sleep for you. Why don't you head upstairs and I'll bring you some tea?" I nod at his words and head upstairs. Maybe it was a dream.

And yet it wasn't a dream. Not at all. As I heard the familiar creek of the stairs and the door to our room opened. Neville's smiling face greeted me as he carried a cup of tea to me. Gently setting it onto the bedside table. Then the bed dips under his weight as he sits beside me.

"Why are you home?" I look to him and he laughs

"Do you want me to be honest?" I nod at his words and he speaks lowly.

"I couldn't sleep..I was laying bed..thinking of you..thinking of.." He trails off and I scoot closer. My thigh resting next to his.

"Yes? Go on." He let's out a sigh. Running a hand down his face

"I was just thinking about you..underneath me..the sounds you would make." I smile at this. Of course. I had the same struggle. I set my hand onto his thigh.

"Well I'm glad your here.." Neville nods at that and then clears his throat. I could see him getting hard. I had barely even touched him and yet he was straining against his jeans.

"You should drink the tea. Get some rest." I loved how concerned he could be at times. Always so doting.

"No neville. Forget the tea."

"But then it'll be cold and-" I press a finger to his lips.

"Shhhh" I shush him. Deciding for once to take charge. Feeling bold. I stand. Pulling off my clothes. Piece by piece. Slowly, teasingly. Watching his face transform from shock, to surprise, to utter delight. Jaw slightly slacked as he just ogled me. Once I got down to the final garment. I ball my panties up and throw them at his face. He catches them quickly. Pocketing them and standing.

"Oh, you're in for it now, you tease." He laughs. Reaching forward and his hands, find my hips. Pulling me to him. Pressing me as close as possible. His lips finding my neck and dancing their way across my skin. Slowly, savoring each peck, nibbling his way across my suble flesh.

I curl my hands into his hair. Moaning lowly..whimpering his name. Oh how he always managed to get to me. He digs his hands further into my sides. Squeezing the skin there. His hand dipping down to caress the flesh of my ass. Groaning and he whispered hotly into my ear

"Get onto the bed. Now..right now. Please" his last word coming out as some sort of whimper. I obeyed.

But not without the teasing. Sashaying to the bed. Swaying my hips to and fro. Tauntingly and hopefully teasingly. I crawl onto the bed. Arching my back. Pressing my ass into the air. Listening to the zip of his pants. I chuckle

"Oh neville what are you waiting for hm?" Hands grasp my waist

"I see your feeling extra bratty tonight? Why don't I adjust your attitude."

"Go ahead and try." I counter. Whimpering as I feel the head of his cock caressing over my folds. It was perfect. It hadn't been long but it felt like forever since I had him. I was aching for it and desperate and he knew it.

"You want it?" Neville groans. Pressing the tip in slightly and pulling back. I dig my hands into the sheets.

"Yes, fuck, neville 'course I want it-"

"Ask nicely" he goads. I jump slightly at the slight slap on my arse. It stung ever so slightly. But it sent a shock wave of pleasure through me and I couldn't help but moan.

"Neville please-" He leans forward. His chest pressed against my back. Breathe hot in my ear as he moans

"Such a good girl..since you asked nicely..fine...you can have it." A loud moan crosses my lips as his cock breaches my entrance. Pressing all the way into me. The stretch was oh so good.

I let out a breath and I dig my hands into the sheets further. Trying to maintain at least a shred of sanity. But it was lost the moment neville pressed into me. His hands set steady on my hips. Squeezing just slightly as he pulled back and pushed back forward.

Slowly. Oh so slowly. My assumptions correct as he groaned

"God I just love this. Feeling every bit of you squeezing around me. Fuck your so tight-" moans pass my lips as he holds me by my hips. Not a chance of moving. Not that I wanted too.

My legs shake of their own accord as neville presses against all the right spots. His hips stuttering slightly as he fucked me. It was slow and hard. Perfect in every way.

It wasn't long before I felt that familiar coil in my stomach. Knowing I was close. So close.

"Just like that nev-" He doesn't stop. Keeps going just like i wanted. Pressing deeper and deeper with each thrust.

"You want it?" I can't help but agree with a whimper

"Yes, yes i want it."

"Then have it." His tone is breathless. Letting one of his hands sneak from my hip down between my legs. Massaging my clit in perfect little circles. Smooth and precise. He always knew what to do.

My hips pressed back into him. My legs grew weak. I felt that coil grow tighter and tighter until it snapped. White lights popping under my eyelids. Quivering underneath him. Neville kept his slow, steady thrusts until I began to whimper and then he spilled himself inside me.

Pulling out slowly and carefully. Muttering whilst i was trying to catch my breath

"Fuck the tea is cold." I can't help but laugh.

"Your worried about the tea?" The bed shifts. I hiss at the wet cloth between my thighs. My skin sensitive but he was oh so gentle. Moving me to sit up and lay back against the pillows. Pecking my forehead.

"Yeah love I'm worried about the tea. I wanted you to relax."

"I am relaxed, neville." He scoffs and pulls the covers over my lap. Grabbing the cup from the bedside table.

"You stay right here, and I'll be back with a fresh cup, some chocolates, and another round for you, my lady." I smile. Adoring the dorky smile spread across his face, and I nod.

"Well, alright then." He nods once, disappearing from the room. I sigh. Oh, how did I get so lucky?

Minutes pass, and neville returns as promised. Fresh tea, chocolates in tow. Setting it onto the bedside table again. I laugh

"You realize it'll just get cold again right?" He nods and shrugs

"Yeah..that's alright. Gives you enough time to rest before I make love to you again."

"Seems pointless to me to-"

"Oh hush, just let the tea get cold, woman. Now, come here." And nothing else is said as his lips connect with mine.

[virisdescently]

WORTH THE WAIT

— ⟡ draco malfoy x f!reader

✎ summary: the slytherin gang decides to play truth or dare.

• notes: set in 6th year, mentions of alcohol, mentions of prison, gets a little heated but not much

The Slytherin common room was peaceful as the six 6th years sat in silence, each in their own little world. Pansy and Daphne were sprawled across the floor, magazines in hand as they skimmed through the pages mindlessly. Theodore sat in the arm chair studying for the upcoming History of Magic exam while Blaise laid on the couch across from him, resting his eyes. On the other couch, Draco sat deep in thought with (Y/n) next to him reading a book. The six of them were used to relaxing and unwinding nights like this, having been friends since childhood.

“I’m bored” Pansy nonchalantly announced. The others turned their heads to her.

“Pans, you’re always bored unless you’ve got gin in your system” Daphne teases. Pansy slightly chuckled and rolled her eyes.

“Very funny, Daph” said the raven-haired girl, sighing. Pansy clicked her tongue, thinking of activities to cure her boredom. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head.

“Oh, I have an idea!” Pansy announced, sitting up, “let’s play truth or dare!”

“We aren’t 13 anymore, Pansy” Draco said, rolling his eyes. He’d been in quite the pissy mood lately. Nobody knew exactly why, but everyone figured it had something to do with his father’s imprisonment.

“You don’t have to be 13 to have fun with your friends, Draco” Pansy said, huffing at the blonde boy.

“I for one think it’s a great idea, Pansy” Daphne chimed in, now sitting up as well. Pansy smiled at her.

“I knew I could count on you, Daph” Pansy said, “what about you, (Y/n)? Up for a bit of fun?” Pansy leaned toward the (y/h/c) girl, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes.

“Oh, why the hell not” (Y/n) said smiling, putting her book down next to her. Pansy and Daphne smiled as they began to bother the boys about joining in on the game.

“Blaise? Theodore?” Daphne prompted. Theodore set his notes aside as turned to the blonde girl.

“I suppose a study break is in order” he said smiling, and Blaise nodded, sitting up on the couch.

“I guess I’ll join, as long as Mr. Grumpy-pants over here does too” Blaise said, smirking at his friend. He knew that Draco was stressing about something, and figured the game could distract the blonde from his worries. Draco turned his head to Blaise, a look of do I have to? written on his face. Blaise then returned with his own look that said yes, mate, c’mon don’t be a party pooper.

“Fine, I’ll join - but only because I wouldn’t want Blaise to bother me for the next bloody hour about this” said Draco. Blaise laughed as the others rolled their eyes at the blonde’s stubborn nature.

“It’ll be fun, Draco, you’ll see” said Daphne, playfully winking at her gloomy friend. Draco returned with an eye roll of his own. Daphne thought that if he would’ve done it once more, his eyes would be stuck in the back of his head. She slightly giggled at the thought.

“Shall we begin?” asked Theodore. Pansy nodded eagerly.

“I’ll go first” she said, “Daphne, truth or dare?”

“Truth” Daphne responded. Pansy smirked.

“Is it true you had a thing for Neville Longbottom last year?” Daphne gasped and playfully shoved Pansy.

“How did you know about that?!” exclaimed Daphne. Pansy chuckled.

“So it is true, then?” she prompted.

“Yes, but I don’t have a thing for him anymore - and stop dodging my question! How did you know?!” Daphne inquired.

Pansy gave her a mischievous smile and said, “a girl never tells her secrets.” Daphne shook her head in disbelief. Pansy always had a way of finding out gossip before anyone else. It was like a sixth sense or a superpower.

The game went on for a few minutes, with the group sharing some laughs and giggles. Even Draco seemed to finally relax and enjoy himself. It came time for Blaise to ask a question.

“(Y/n), truth or dare?” he asked, a mischievous smirk on his face. (Y/n) shot him a warning glance, hoping he didn’t make her do or say anything too stupid.

“Dare” she responded. Whatever idea Blaise had, the curious side of her wanted to know - even if it meant embarrassing herself.

“Hm… let’s see” Blaise pretended to ponder, “oh, I know! (Y/n), I dare you to give Draco hear a kiss.” Blaise’s smile was as big as could be, while (Y/n) was rendered nearly speechless and Draco’s eyes went wide, involuntarily blushing a crimson red.

Blaise knew that his best mate harbored deep feelings for the (y/h/c) girl. Ever since 2nd year, he’d had to listen to Draco’s long, drawn-out speeches about how much he adored (Y/n), and judging by the way (Y/n) always seemed to care for Draco in a different way than the others, he suspected she reciprocated Draco’s feelings. Besides, everyone always figured the two would end up together at some point, this was just Blaise’s way of hurrying up the process.

“I- uh- well, I suppose if Draco is okay with it” (Y/n) said, gaining some composure, “it would be silly to use a chicken so early in the game.” Blaise wasn’t buying her reasoning for wanting to complete the dare, but he had no complaints.

“Well, a dare is a dare, right (Y/n)?” Draco said smirking, putting on a nonchalant and cocky facade, even though internally he was panicked. He was finally about to kiss the girl of his dreams after years of pining and waiting. He wanted this kiss to be absolutely perfect.

“I suppose so” said (Y/n), blushing madly as she smiled at Draco. Truth be told, (Y/n) always had a bit of a thing for the blonde. He somehow managed to capture her heart with his sarcastic remarks and signature smirks, as well as his caring and protective nature that he tries oh so hard to conceal in front of others.

“Well, get to the kissing!” Pansy interrupted the awkward staring between the two anxious teens. Draco gave (Y/n) one more smirk, before cupping her face and leaning in to begin the dare.

“Are you sure about this, (Y/n/n)?” Draco whispered, his breathe fanning across (Y/n) cheek. She nodded bashfully and smiled sweetly.

“I am, Dray” she whispered back, making Draco blush at the use of his nickname, “kiss me.”

That was all Draco needed to hear before connecting his lips with hers. The world around the two seemed to stop for both Slytherins as their lips met for the first time. Neither of them were prepared for the intensity of the kiss, caused by the years of waiting and pining from both ends. Draco felt like a starving man who had finally eaten a ravishing meal, while (Y/n) felt like everything in her life just clicked. Before she knew of her attraction to the boy, whereas now she was certain he was her home.

Beginning passionately, yet gently, the kiss soon morphed into more, as their tongues danced together while their lips told stories of love and lust. Draco’s hand slid down from (Y/n)’s cheek down to her waist, pulling her even closer to him. He needed more of her. He needed her forever.

Ahem. A noise of discontent suddenly interrupted Draco and (Y/n)’s intense make out session. (Y/n) leaped back from Draco, and turned around to see her friends looking at the two with knowing looks on their faces.

“You know we are right here, correct?” Theodore said. He had a look of slight irritation on his face, but deep down he was happy his friends seemed to enjoy the kiss so much. It was about time those two got together, he thought. It seemed as if Pansy was thinking the same thing, as she had a small smirk on her face.

“Sorry” mumbled Draco. He slowly removed his hand from (Y/n’s) side and turned to face the others. His cheeks were decorated a dark red, even darker than before, and he was slightly embarrassed at how intimate he got with (Y/n) in front of their friends. Surely was worth it though, he thought, smiling to himself.

“To be fair, the dare was for us to kiss” (Y/n) said, shrugging. Blaise chuckled.

“Yes, I dared you two to kiss, not have a pg-13 make-out session in front of all of us” he said laughing. Daphne giggled from beside him.

“I mean for Merlin’s sake, get a room!” she said, still giggling. Pansy looked at her and gave her a sly look.

“You know, (Y/n), Daphne and I could always gather up the other girls for a day in Hogsmeade if you two do indeed need one” the raven-haired girl said winking. The other three bursted out laughing as Draco and (Y/n) mentally face-palmed.

“Very funny, Pansy” (Y/n) said, although deep down she was hoping she would be taking Pansy up on the offer.

After everyone settled down, the game continued for another few minutes before Blaise announced he’d be retiring to bed.

“I think I’ll join you, Blaise” Theodore said, following Blaise towards the dormitories, “big exam tomorrow. Need my beauty sleep.”

“You are such a nerd, Theodore” Daphne giggled. Theodore shot her a playful eye roll before the two boys disappeared into their dorms.

“We should probably get to bed too, Daph” Pansy said, “we barely studied at all and if we want any chance of being sharp, we better listen to Theo.”

“I guess he is the exam whizz” Daphne said, getting up and following Pansy to the girl’s dormitories, “you coming, (Y/n)?”

“I‘ll be there shortly, I want to study for just a bit more” said (Y/n), who was hoping Draco would join her. The girls shrugged and bid the two a goodnight before going to their dorm.

Once they were alone, Draco and (Y/n) sat in a tense silence. They both so desperately wanted to talk about the kiss, but neither knew how to bring it up. Finally, (Y/n) decided to break the silence.

“So…” she began, unsure how to bring it up. She turned to Draco to look at him, a smile on her face. Draco returned with a small smile of his own.

“So” he responded, “that was… fun.” He blushed as he awaited the (y/h/c) girl’s response.

“Definitely” she chuckled. They subconsciously scooted closer to each other, wanting to be as close to each other as possible.

“Um… look, (y/n)” Draco began, finally deciding to put down his walls and talk to her about how he felt, “I really like you. And not just in the way you think. I mean I really, really like you. I know that the kiss may have been just a dare to you, but to me, it was so much more. I just thought you should know that.”

Draco looked at (Y/n) with a look of want and nervousness on his face. His heart was beating twice the rate it normally was, and all he wanted was for her sweet touch to soothe him of his worries, and let him know she felt the same.

Like the angel she is, (Y/n) granted his wish, putting a gentle hand on his arm, rubbing gentle and calming circles on his shoulders. She smiled at him with a look of warmth and light in her eyes that could’ve illuminated the entire room.

“Dray…” she said, letting her other hand come up and stroke his cheek, “I feel the same way. I’ve always had a bit of a thing for you, I just never knew how you felt.”

Draco looked deeply into her (y/e/c) eyes, and leaned in to brush his lips against hers.

“Well, now you know” he smirked. With that, he closed the gap between their lips. Their mouths danced together in harmony and the two finally said everything they’d been holding in for the past few years. Their kiss continued for what seemed like hours, although neither teen seemed to mind. Once they finally pulled away, both had big cheeky grins and bright red cheeks.

“I guess all we needed was a push from Blaise” (Y/n) said giggling, “perhaps if he’d dared us sooner we wouldn’t have had to wait so long.” Draco chuckled.

“Well love, it certainly was worth the wait.”

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𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Neville Longbottom x black!female OC

its cousin Maddy's wedding day & Neville is a wreck

𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄 | Neville Longbottom x black!female OC

Charlotte’s Family Tree

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐋’𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐒𝐓 | Neville Longbottom x black!female OC

A blurb about the roast at Marcel's wedding, Ruby and Margo dont hold back lol

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Neville Longbottom x black!female OC

Ruby and Neville visit his parents at St. Mungos

By ☄︎ Ellie ☄︎ @mrsmischief209

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒 | Vampire Bucky X Witch fem Reader.

Sequel to When the Leaves Fall

𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 | Alpha!Steve Rogers x omega!fem reader

Angst and activism in an Omegaverse/Soulmate AU

By ✯ Vic ✯ @sunflowersteves

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀

By ⎈ Navy ⎈ @navybrat817

𝐉𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 | Bucky Barnes x Female Reader 

Bucky put a mouthy rookie in his place.

✶𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.

Chapter Summary: You encounter an unexpected visitor in your home.

By 𐀔 Alex 𐀔 @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀

By ✬ Astro ✬ @eulalielatibule

𝐇𝐎𝐓-𝐓𝐎-𝐆𝐎 | Pairing: Cheerleader!Jake Jensen x Cheerleader!Reader x Quarterback!Ari Levinson

Summary: You and your boyfriend, Jake Jensen, want to hook up with your rival team's Quarterback, Ari Levinson.

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀

By 𖤓Liz𖤓 @avengers-resident-idiot

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀

By ✧Bella✧ @madwomansapologist

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 | marcille donato x falin touden

Marcille being hungry for knowledge isn't a novelty. Unless the subject is chickens.

By ⚡︎Viva⚡︎ @xoxovivafics

𖥔𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | Astarion Ancunin x Loki Odinson

Loki visits a strange new realm and meets an intriguing stranger.

© all works belong to the respective writers of the writers café server.

[dufferpuffer]

Order member ages

Just wanted to post this as its own thing for future reference. People often say Dumbledore recruits directly from Hogwarts, but it never seemed to line up with how old most of the members were...? So - I looked up who all the known members are! :)

First War:

Order was founded 1970 at the earliest - dissolved 1981. Earliest birthday possible: 1953, graduating 1970

S. Black, class of 78. R. Lupin, class of 78. P. Pettigrew, class of 78. J.+ L. Potter, class of 78. S. Snape, class of 78 E. Bones - Murdered w. wife + kids. Brother of the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones. M. Fletcher - already well integrated in Wizarding crime world. A.+ F. Longbottom - They would have been OLDER than the Potters as they were 'Prominent Aurors' and Auror training takes years to complete. A. Moody - Legendary Auror. Retired after this war. S. Podmore - Born 1956/1957, apparently…? G.+ F. Prewitt - Molly Weasley's brothers. E. Doge - Albus' schoolmate. Ab. Dumbledore - His brother. A. Figg - old Squib. R. Hagrid - He was 51 when Harry was born Unknown age estimate: C. Dearborn - Missing. D. Diggle. B. Fenwick - 'bits of him' were discovered. D. Meadowes - Personally killed by Voldemort, might mean he is a skilled adult. M. McKinnon - Killed 'with her whole family' E. Vance - 'stately looking with a green shawl' in the the 90s.

Note with the Longbottoms: They were 'Prominent Aurors' - which means they worked for the Ministry for some time. If they were born 1953, and thus graduated 1970 - they would only be 27 when Neville was born... giving them a little time to have built their careers while still being a younger couple. But was the Order formed right at the crack of the war...?

Second War:

F. Delacour - 95/96 at Gringotts, joined the order through Bill. H. Jones - Unknown age. Never mentioned to be at Hogwarts while Harry is there. N. Tonks - Adult, well into Auror training. C + B Weasley - Adult, well into their own careers. A + M Weasley - Born 1949/1950. M. McGonagall - I mean I suppose she was recruited from Hogwarts hey haha K. Shacklebolt - An Auror; my man became Minister of Magic F + G Weasley - 'Graduated' 95/96 - opened store H. Granger; R. Weasley - First mission seems to be when 17 H. Potter - Did some things with Albus at 16...? Unclear.

If I am missing anyone please add B^)

- Harry was doomed to face Voldemort anyway. Does he really count as an Order member...? He's more the reason the order exists. - Ron and Hermione are there in support of Harry - and only do things for the Order after Albus' death, when they are 17 and don't have much choice, they are hunted. Is it really 'joining the Order' when the order barely exists anymore...? - Fred and George... did they do any Order things before Albus' death...? Were they just running their shop, with their Mum breathing down their backs to not get involved? Unclear.

Notes to do with the second Order: Molly is against the children participating. Sirius, Lupin, probably some others but I can't remember are in support of it.

Albus Dumbledore was also against the children participating - especially in 95/96, where his whole deal was trying to keep them at school, safe - even though they weren't learning jack shit. It takes Harry having a meltdown, Sirius dying - and Dumbledore being cursed - for him to go "Fuck it... Harry, you should help. I gotta teach you before I die."

Observations about both Orders:

They both have a large group that come from one source. In the First War it was the Marauders, in the second the Weasleys.

They also share an 'Auror talent' that seem more affiliated with Moody than they do Albus: Tonks and the Longbottoms.

It makes sense that when one person joins others are likely to follow. The Weasley parents -> the Weasley kids -> Fleur. James, Sirius -> Peter, Remus, Lily -> Severus.

That's not really recruitment from school.

If I personally were to use the school to groom/recruit children to fight for me in a war: I would be trying to get the best from every year. I would be heavily encouraging kids from all year levels that show promise to take certain classes and learn certain spells... Then, I would assess them when they graduate: '71, '72, '73, '74, '75, '76, '77, '78 was a big year. '79, '80... A constant trickle. A couple of new people this year, one the next - and they are all likely to bring at least a friend along, too - right...?

Yet we don't really see that happen. It's just that one bumper crop from 78, that one friend group. Were there NO talented graduates in any other year...? Was ONLY Griffindor considered...?

There isn't exactly a 'skill requirement' to join the Order. You had people there just to source information. Remus did werewolf jobs. Peter Pete'd all over the place. There were min. 2 pregnancies...

They were losing people - if they needed quantity over quality, if they only really needed base loyalty and a good heart... why NOT recruit more students? And yet there's just one blip in 78.

That doesn't particularly scream 'groomed child soldiers' to me. BUT - there are 6 people from the first Order whose ages can't be estimated. Are they the missing child soldiers from the years before/after the Marauders? Dunno.

[hogwartseighthyear]

lessons in apparition

“your girl” series: part 1 | part 2 | (part 3) | part 4

(can be read as a standalone)

pairing: neville longbottom x fem!reader word count: 1.9k tags: rated G, house-neutral reader, outsider POV, fluff, pre-relationship, injury mentioned but not in explicit detail, Y/N used summary: neville jumps to your rescue during an apparition lesson gone wrong. note: set in sixth year, it’s less neville’s friends knowing he’s stupidly in love with you and more so neville’s friends knowing you’re both stupidly in love with each other. i skimmed over chapter 18 of HBP for canon compliancy’s sake, and i had a lot of fun writing this one. enjoy and thanks for reading!   request: (anon) “Can I ask for a part 3 of your girl/part 2 of crush where we get more moments of nevilles friends knowing he's in love but in later years?″ [x]   (cross-posted here to AO3)

“I’m just saying, Ronald, it wouldn’t kill you to be a little more—”

“Ronald, it wouldn’t kill you to be a little more—”

“Oh, mocking me again? Hilarious, really. That one certainly never gets old.”

“It’s not my fault you’re too bloody uptight to take a joke!”

“And it’s not my fault you’re too empty-headed to come up with anything original!”

Harry sighed as Ron and Hermione descended into yet another petty fight. They’d been at each other’s throats for months now, ever since Lavender had firmly attached herself to Ron’s side (and attached her mouth to his mouth, constantly), and Harry was getting quite tired of it.

It was Saturday morning—the morning of their second Apparition lesson—and despite the fact that the three of them had walked to the Great Hall together, Ron and Hermione had been so busy having a spat that they hadn’t said a single word to Harry the whole way there. So it wasn’t at all surprising that neither of them seemed to notice when Harry stepped away and swiftly headed off in the opposite direction.

He loved Ron and Hermione dearly, of course, but if he had to listen to them fight for a single minute longer he was certain he’d go insane.

The wooden hoops were already spread out on the floor and all the other sixth years chattered amongst themselves as they filtered into the Hall and found their places. Harry was careful not to trip as he weaved through the room, scanning his classmates for a friendly face. He would’ve liked to have taken the chance to eavesdrop on Malfoy again, just like the previous lesson, but he and his Slytherin cronies weren’t present yet.

“Oh, hello, Harry!”

Harry turned to find Neville waving happily at him. You were also there at Neville’s side, as you often were, and you sent Harry a smile. Harry let out a breath of relief and walked over. Perhaps he was only trading one pair of oblivious friends for another, but at least the two of you were actually pleasant to be around.

“Hey, Neville, Y/N. Mind if I stand with you guys?” Harry asked.

“‘Course not, you’re always welcome. Are Ron and Hermione still…?” Neville trailed off with a grimace.

“Being complete dunderheads?” Harry filled in. “Yes, unfortunately.”

You and Neville peered across the Great Hall over Harry’s shoulder, where said dunderheads were still arguing. Ron’s face was flushed red with anger and Hermione’s hand gestures had become increasingly animated. People were starting to cast odd looks their way, and Professor McGonagall was already approaching with a stern expression. Presumably to break up their squabble and take away house points.

“Goodness. They fight like an old married couple,” you commented.

“A miserable old married couple,” Neville said.

Harry thought the comparison was a bit ironic. If any two students at Hogwarts acted like an old married couple, it was you and Neville—but in a more wholesome and heartwarming way. So much so that it was a little sickening at times.

Neville made your tea for you each morning at breakfast, just the way you like it. You straightened his tie and fixed his hair without being asked. You finished each other’s sentences and cry-laughed at inside jokes no one else could ever hope to understand.

Frankly, Harry thought it was almost offensive that you and Neville weren’t dating already, as did everyone else who knew the two of you. But whatever. It wasn’t exactly any of his business. And anyway, these days Harry already had to deal with enough unresolved romantic tension just by being in proximity of Ron and Hermione.

“Do either of you reckon anyone will actually manage to Apparate today?” Harry asked conversationally as the Heads of Houses gathered at the front of the Great Hall and began calling for everyone to ready up and find a hoop.

“Well it certainly won’t be me. But Padma told me she felt a ‘tugging sensation’ during the last lesson. She seems really determined,” you offered. “What about you, Harry? Nev said you’ve done it once before. Maybe you’ll pick it up quicker since you already know what it’s like.”

“Only a Side-Along,” Harry clarified. “I’m not keen to do it again, honestly. It felt awful. I’d rather take a broom if I need to go anywhere. Or, y’know, use my legs.”

“That’s understandable,” you said, nodding. “I’m still excited to learn how to Apparate, though. It must be so useful to pop from one place to another just like”—you snapped your fingers—“that.”

“I just hope no one gets Splinched again this time around,” Neville said with a little shudder. “Seeing Susan’s leg like that was—”

“—ghastly,” you finished. “Poor Susan.”

The sixth years in the Hall quieted down as Wilkie Twycross, the Apparition instructor from the Ministry, stepped forward and welcomed everyone to their second lesson. Without anymore preamble, he dove straight into the same lecture he had given a week before. Remember the three D’s! Destination, Determination, Deliberation!

Neville sarcastically mouthed along, making you giggle. In turn, Neville beamed at you like you’d hung all the stars in the sky. And Harry, watching the whole display, didn’t know whether the sugary sweetness of it made him want to smile or throw up. Still, your and Neville’s affection was leagues better than Ron and Hermione’s antagonism. So he really couldn’t complain.

Just like the week prior, the first few Apparition attempts yielded a great deal of staggering and stumbling, but nothing more. Harry still didn’t feel any sort of tugging or tingling. He just felt a bit silly, staring at a wooden hoop and spinning in place time after time to absolutely no avail.

“Merlin!” you huffed after the seventh attempt. “Why do we even have to twirl like this? I swear I’ve seen people Disapparate without twirling.”

Standing between you and Harry, Neville had squeezed his eyes shut and bent forward to rest his hands on his knees, trying to ride out his dizziness. “I dunno. Aesthetic and flare?” he guessed.

You snorted. “Imagine!”

“Determination!” Twycross was reminding everyone from the front of the Hall. “Feel the yearning to occupy the hoop throughout your body, mind, and soul. Let it overcome you.”

Nearby, Seamus had sprawled out on the floor with a defeated expression, and Professor Flitwick was worriedly holding a conjured bin in front of Terry’s face, which had turned a concerning shade of green.

After a short recess, the sixth years collected themselves as best they could and readied up for another go. There was a distinct, mounting tension in the air. This would be the class’s eighth attempt. Nothing had happened yet, but the trend had to break eventually. The question was who would be the first, and how.

Though Harry knew the universe had a penchant for repeatedly placing him in extraordinary situations at the center of everyone’s attention, he really, really hoped it wouldn’t be him. He would be just fine if he never Apparated again in his life, thank you very much.

“Alright, students. Once again, on my count,” Twycross announced. “One… two… THREE!”

There was a loud CRACK, followed by a shriek of pain.

Harry whipped around to see you standing in your hoop, teetering in place, with one of your shoes sitting a short distance away. But it wasn’t just your shoe. It was your shoe with the foot still inside, just past the ankle.

Neville shouted in alarm. There was a second CRACK. And all of the sudden, Neville was also standing in your hoop, wrapping his arms around you to keep you from toppling over.

“PROFESSOR!” he yelled as you held onto him with a death grip, crying into the front of his sweater.

It was unclear which professor Neville was calling out for, but it didn’t seem to matter. Out of the four Heads of Houses in the Great Hall, it was Snape who happened to be the closest, and he quickly strode over in a great billowing mass of black robes. To general astonishment, Neville didn’t flinch or shrink away. He barely even glanced at Snape. All of his care and concern was focused entirely on you.

With a sharp wave of his wand, Professor Snape cast the proper spell, which shot off with a bang and a puff of purple smoke. Once the smoke cleared, Harry saw that your foot had been firmly reattached to your leg, though you still whimpered and clung to Neville.

The rest of the sixth years in the Hall, who had all been watching in silent shock, started to murmur. Harry rushed over to you and Neville.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” he asked.

“I-I think— I think I need to sit down,” you stammered through your tears.

Neville immediately lowered you to the floor, not releasing his hold on you. Harry followed, dropping to his knee as the three of you huddled together. You trembled fiercely.

“Do you need to be escorted to the hospital wing, Miss L/N?” Snape asked, his voice even and unexpressive. You had been one of his more competent Potions students when he was still teaching the subject, which was enough to spare you from his usual nastiness, apparently, despite Neville and Harry’s presence: Snape’s two least favorite students.

You shook your head, sniffling and wiping at your cheeks.

“Are you sure? Even for a Calming Draught?” Neville asked worriedly, patting you down as if checking for any other missing pieces.

“No, no. Just… give me a minute,” you breathed. “I’m okay. I’ll be okay.”

Snape stepped away, allowing you to collect yourself. Neville rubbed his hands up and down the sides of your arms, and Harry placed one of his own hands on your knee, giving it a supportive little pat. He wasn’t too adept at comforting other people, but he tried.

“Sir! I think Longbottom just Apparated!” someone from the crowd finally called out to Twycross, and the murmurs exploded into excited, noisy chatter.

“Longbottom? No way!”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Oh, come on!”

“I saw it! He Apparated!”

“It’s true, Longbottom Apparated!”

Neville frowned and glanced around at all the gawking students. “What? No I didn’t.”

“Yeah you did, mate,” Harry said. Despite the fact that he still felt rather shaken by the whole ordeal, a wide grin had worked its way onto his face. “You didn’t even have to do a spin.”

You laughed wetly in Neville’s arms. “I knew it. The twirls are useless.”

Twycross had wandered over to peer at the lot of you on the floor, his hands clasped behind his back. 

“Ah, yes. An excellent example of sufficient determination at work,” he said. He turned to address the other sixth years. “Your whole entire being must want to move to your desired location, and you must be unwavering in that want. Now, while Apparition may come easier in moments of high emotion, it will do all of you well to remember…”

Harry tuned out the rest of Twycross’s lecture, suppressing an eye roll, and looked back to you and Neville.

Neville had turned quite pink, and the enamored smile you were directing his way certainly didn’t help matters. Harry’s own face heated in embarrassment at the sight, feeling as though he was suddenly intruding on something far too tender for his own eyes. He quickly removed his hand from your knee. You didn’t seem to notice.

“You know you’re amazing, right?” you said to Neville.

“I didn’t really do anything—”

“Don’t,” you said gently, and reeled him in for a hug. Harry heard a muffled thank you against Neville’s shoulder. He took a shaky breath and held you tighter in response.

Harry stood and returned to his hoop, leaving you and Neville behind for a moment of privacy. Yeah, that was enough unresolved romantic tension for him today.

[sweetpandorabox]

Oopsy Daisey - Neville Longbottom x Female Reader (One Shot)

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨sweetpandorabox୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Synopsis: Cielo is one of the most popular girls in Gryffindor's house, known for her beauty, kindness, and witty personality every boy is falling practically down on her feet juniors or seniors. They're willing to do anything just to be able to have a small conversation with her or go out on a date with her, but every guy has tried, and pretty much failed only being able to adore her from afar except for one. An insecure, shy, and clumsy plant-loving boy who's a year below her has had a crush on her since his 3rd year, not knowing how to get her attention to notice or like him back, he grew disappointed in himself every day for wasting time. One day a group of slightly older Gryffindor guys decided to help Neville caught your attention, but was it genuine help or are they trying to set him up to fail his chances with you?

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Cielo (Female Reader)

Story Settings: This fanfiction is set in your 6th of Hogwarts, during the Order of the Phoenix time (You're a Gryffindor student for this one and you're also a year above Neville). Anything that's bolded and in italic is a flashback scene.

Terms 📖:

Y/L/N: Your last name

Y/E/C : Your eye color

Y/H/C : Your hair color

Warnings⚠️: Bullying but other than that it's pure fluff.

A/N: Why hello there sexy people, so first off this fanfic is actually a personalized gift for a fellow friend @milivanili99 a.k.a the lovely Cielo, she's incredibly amazing at making scrapbook collages and she happened to make me one for Valentine's day this year, which you can check out by clicking here. I love her so much she's amazing and just such an angelic human being so give her a follow if you can because trust me you won't regret it. Anyways I'm trying to make this readable for everyone as well but I will be using Cielo's name here as the Y/N female character and will be using the She/Her pronouns okay enjoy bye bye, I love you all. P.s. I'm so sorry if the ending isn't all that good, I was struggling to write the ending but I hope this is okay 😓

Word Count: 4,714

✯¸.•´¨*•✿ Oopsy Daisey✿•*¨`•.¸✯

"Hmm, do you reckon Honeydukes will be busy this Saturday? I've been wanting to try one of that new grape flavor sugar quills" Ginny wondered towards Luna and the seemingly distracted Neville staring off into the other side of the library no longer interested in his potions homework. "I'm not sure, but would I be able to come along with you? father happens to love sugar quills, and it wouldn't hurt to mail him some while he's writing the next issue of the Quibbler. I can't wait to hand more copies around" Luna smiled sweetly wearing her multicolored Spectrespecs giving her a look of a demented yet adorable owl. Ginny giggled at the sight of Luna moving her head around swiftly, trying to find those invisible Wrackspurt creatures that float through your ears and make your brain go fuzzy, "Well of course Luna, you can totally come along. I wanted to go with both of you actually so how about we meet at around noon tomorrow? by the fountain in the clocktower courtyard? Ginny proposed.

Luna gave her an enthusiastic double thumbs up but Neville seems to be in his little world, leading Ginny to call out after him. "How about you Nev? are you down to come this Saturday?" Nothing, he can't even master a small nod, Ginny is pretty dang on sure that Neville didn't hear anything she said nor ask him, so she tried again. "Hello, Neville… would you like to go to Honeydukes with me and Luna this Saturday?" she asks raising her voice slightly but no, nothing once more, Ginny grew concerned, and turned to look at Luna who was all caught up with what's happening so she tried tapping him on the shoulder gently. "Huh? I'm sorry what was that?" Neville migrates back to reality shaking his head in an attempt to focus, confused about what he's been missing, without answering his questions Ginny and Luna move their heads away from Neville to spot a certain person he's been staring at across the room for the past 10 minutes.

And there sat Cielo studying alone, she's a popular and extremely pretty girl in her 6th year, she was sorted into Gryffindor in her first year and instantly became best friends with one of the Gryffindor chasers Katie Bell. She's known to be a kind and immensely brave witch, she was one of the biggest supporters of Hermione's S.P.E.W cause as she believed the same thing Hermione did, that all Elves should be freed and instead receive wages, pensions, sick leave, and other benefits that a normal worker earns. She helped Hermione in any way she can like handing out badges and standing up to those who even dares to try and criticize Hermione for her beliefs, earning herself respect not just from Hermione but from Harry and Ron as well, who both made it quite obvious that they fancied her. She was also selected as a perfect in her 5th year which double the number of boys getting themselves into trouble just to talk to her, Fred and George seem to have it bad for her compared to the others, pulling stupid pranks and stunts knowing that she'd lecture them about it so they can spend about 45 minutes just staring at her pretty face, Y/H/C and soft looking hair matching her glimmering Y/E/C eyes get all worked up about how childish their actions were.

But boys aside she truly was a great young witch, she was pretty, brave, and kind, a triple threat of some sort to all the other Gryffindor girls and even those outside the red and gold house. Ginny and Luna smiled simultaneously at Cielo's sight and return their attention to the now beetroot-faced Neville looking down at his advanced potion-making book shyly. Ginny and Luna shared a quiet giggle knowing how bad Neville's crush on her has gotten over the years as it all started in his 3rd year. "Well then…" Ginny cleared her throat trying her best not to sound amused, "Nev would you like to go Honeydukes with me and Luna this Saturday?" The red-headed girl repeats for the last time, with Luna giving the shy Gryffindor some gentle rubs on his left shoulder, he masters up a small nod this time unable to face his two best friends, embarrassed that after all these years he can't seem to just talk to her like all the boys had, he needs to at least try but his shyness and insecurities seem to be holding him, hostage, preventing him to do what he wants to do. Luna being the smart and wise Ravenclaw she is lets out a small gasp over an idea, "W-what is it Luna?" Neville asks finally being able to lift his head to look at her concernedly.

Luna turned her head towards a confused-looking Ginny and Neville before filling them in on the idea. "Neville you've liked Cielo for almost 3 years now, I think you need to step it up and stop beating around the bush before some other guy actually got a chance and goes out with her" Luna states determination coating her tone, Ginny and Neville looked each other for a second before returning their attention to the blonde girl, "An idea popped into my head about 2 minutes ago, why don't you just send her a letter confessing your feelings for her since you're so awfully shy, and maybe send her some flowers, surely you know everything about her at this point right?" Luna asks bluntly which left Neville red once more. Ginny smiled at Luna's bright idea "That's a great idea, Luna, I mean it'll be nice to let her breathe while also getting Neville's feelings across, just look at her over there, I heard her study period are the only times she can be alone without boys up her arse or girls giving her dirty looks and spreading ugly gossips about her because they're jealous" Ginny mentioned giving a sympathetic look towards the busy looking Cielo.

Neville couldn't speak at this point, a perk of having two girls as his best friends is that he understood a lot about girls but a disadvantage of this is that he can't seem to disagree with them, they always win in the end so he opts to stay quiet and maybe this plan would work in his favor. "Great that settles it then we can plan something more tomorrow during our Hogsmeade trip" Luna added giving both Ginny and Neville a supportive smile before raising her hand out to do their three-way handshake, Ginny joined her hands in, soon both girls waited for the emerald-eyed boy to join them, "You in Neville?" Ginny asked in a reassuring tone before he reluctantly joined in, ending the adorable and long handshake between the two girls with a group hug. Days passed after the plan-filled Hogsmeade trip between the silver trio, Neville had a great time then, he never actually chipped in on anything as it was mostly the girls coming up with ideas on how Neville could catch Cielo's attention and what to possibly get for the plan.

Neville sat himself down on an empty section of the Gryffindor table inside the great hall during breakfast this morning, with a well-written love letter for Cielo ready, placed inside the pocket of his robe, and a small bouquet of roses in hand, he quietly waited for Cielo to turn up this morning so he can finally get it over and done with. Nervousness starts to swallow him whole, his palm was sweaty and his heart is beating out of his chest but he tries to soothe all these things away, by remembering what Luna and Ginny had instructed him to do during that helpful and fun Hogsmeade trip. "Okay so I think the best move for you Nev, is to write her a letter like we planned, just a short and sweet letter confessing your feelings for her, why you liked her, and if she's willing to go to Hogsmeade with you that following weekend when you give her that letter" Ginny suggested enjoying her grape flavor sugar quills while walking back to the castle, linking her right arm into Neville's left arm while Luna links her left arm to Neville's right arm.

Luna nodded along with Ginny's suggestions and manage to add "Oh and if you have time before giving her the ready-made letter, you should pick up a bouquet, even if she didn't reciprocate her feeling back to you, she'll appreciate your sweet gesture and I'm sure she's more then willing to be your friend after" Luna almost comforted Neville to ease him that if she didn't like him back as a worst-case scenario, she's still a kind person and she's sure that Cielo will never put Neville in a spot where she embarrassed him or unnecessarily tell others about her rejecting the poor ole Neville. The herbology-loving boy, couldn't look at either girl as he merely focuses on the ground making sure they were walking safely, but he did master a small nod to each of their brilliant ideas. Once the trio reached the clocktower courtyard, they sat on the antique fountain surrounded by statues of eagles.

Ginny noticed a worried look swarming over Neville's face before she reached her hand onto his right shoulder, "Nev, you've got nothing to lose, trust me if she isn't the one for you there will be other people alright?" Neville placed his hand on top of hers and nodded as she was practically right, Luna joined in and says "You got this, we believed in you" she smile kindly which puts a smile on Neville and Ginny's faces, ending the Hogsmeade trip sweetly. Looking back at the memory has helped soothe his nervousness and fast heartbeats away for now, it soothes him enough in fact that now he's able to have an appetite for breakfast and ate about 2 slices of toast with butter and jam. Although it would probably be so helpful to have the girls here at this moment for a little encouragement, sadly both couldn't make it as Ginny got an early morning quidditch practice while Luna is busy sorting through piles of the next issue of the Quibbler so it's all ready to be hand out by lunchtime today, both girls were upset that they couldn't be there but they wished him all the luck which gave Neville some sort of a confidence boost.

Trying not to think so hard as he anxiously waits for Cielo's arrival, eating his toast, a couple of delinquents and arrogant Gryffindor boys from Cielo's year has sat themselves a couple of spots away, not far off from Neville, laughing loudly and obnoxiously while disgustingly eating their breakfast with no manners to be found. This particular group of year 6 boys has it bad for Cielo too, just like any other Gryffindor boys have, but above all else, they value bullying, embarrassing others, pulling stupid pranks, and picking on others because they think being an arsehole is a personality trait and girls find it attractive. Well spoiler alert they don't and that includes Cielo as she couldn't stand them, but it doesn't look like those boys would stop anytime soon as one of them starts talking, "I'm bored out of my mind, see anyone we can pick for fun before class starts?" one of the taller boys ask his 4 other friends, "Hmm I don't know, I don't suppose any of have you seen Longbottom have you?" the weird one asks around the others. They all look around the Gryffindor table until "Aha got him" the pudgy one mentioned, making all the other 4 boys look in his direction.

"There he is sitting all alone eating some toast…looks like looney Lovegood nor carrot top pretty Weasley won't be saving his arse today" the Athletic one mentioned with sinister lacing his voice, as the other nodded in agreement, "What do you say boys should we come and say hi to our fellow herbolodork of a friend, I see he's got a bouquet there with him… wonder who it's for" the vain one laughs mockingly as all the others did as well, in unison before finally getting up out of their seat and make their way over to the nervous wreck of a boy sitting alone. Neville had finally finished his breakfast, and as he tossed his dirty plates aside still waiting for Cielo, he looked desperately and impatiently over the grand entrance of the great hall, just hoping that everything is going according to plan but of course, things are about to go downhill. "Longbottom haven't seen you in a while mate" The athletic one greets him by putting a gentle hand on his left shoulder which forces Neville to look away from the entrance and face the familiar voice and laughs trailing behind him.

"U-Uhm what can I h-help you guys with?" Neville stammered scared for his well-being, the boys sat around him, some by his sides and some across from him. "Oh relax Longbottom we're not going to do anything to you, just wanted to have a chat" the pudgy one explained with slight wickedness in his voice, Neville was reluctant but he nodded trying to keep the letter hidden, but unfortunately he couldn't keep the bouquet of roses away as it was larger. "Oh, I see you got a bouquet of roses. are they for someone special? perhaps miss Y/L/N?" The vain one smiles at Neville, trying to hide his evil side, Neville shook his head but then "Hmm are you sure mate? you don't need to lie to us, it's fairly obvious, you stare at her for hours it feels like. I mean I don't blame you but still" the tall one added, Neville felt trapped, he couldn't breathe properly as he takes a quick scan of all the guys sitting around him while they show off their best most sincere smile, after a while he nodded, admitting to them that yes these are in fact for Cielo, soon all of them started sharing amused glances.

"Oh well, why don't we help you? I heard she loves pumpkin juice, maybe you can get up out of your chair once you see her come in, take the bouquet along with you and a goblet full of fresh pumpkin juice, then you can ask if she'd like to have breakfast with you this morning. then we can leave you be" the weird looking one suggested, the others nod in agreement and hyped the weird looking one with his brilliant idea. Neville paused and think to himself about this, he is right after all she loves pumpkin juice and what could honestly go wrong? so he did just that and filled up an empty goblet filled with pumpkin juice as the boys sit chattering quietly amongst themselves waiting for Cielo's arrival, and about 5 minutes later there she was, she couldn't have looked more beautiful as her hair was styled in a single braid with a red ribbon tied into a bow holding her hair together eyes glue down on a 'one thousand magical herbs and fungi' a Herbology textbook, she seems to be distracted, a perfect opportunity to mess up Neville chance don't you think.

One of the boys signals Neville that you've arrived and to be ready to get up out of his seat and walk towards you, "Good luck Longbottom she's going to love those roses, that's her favorite after all" one of the other boys mentioned. Neville nodded and steady himself before walking over to you, once he got close enough, 5 of those awful boys knew where this is about to go, soon one of them whip their wands out and pointed at Neville ready to go, meanwhile, Neville tried his best not to look so nervous and grip on the goblet full of pumpkin goodness tightly making sure he doesn't spill, and hold the bouquet close to him as he watched Cielo's beautiful yet highly focused face still glued down on that book not watching where she was going. As he got closer and closer he tried to greet her saying "H-hi…" before "Impedimenta" as one of the wicked boys who held his wand out, cast the tripping jinx onto Neville's foot, and as time will have it 'Thud' followed by 'Clank!' dropped loudly catching all the students inside the great hall's attention.

After what felt like a pause, laughter started to roar all over the place from every student inside the big room, including those 5 Gryffindor boys. They were having the time of their life watching Neville display a look of sheer horror on his face, looking up from the ground and realizing that he'd not only managed to fall straight on his face, and got the bouquet ruined since he dropped it, but he also managed to spill all the Pumpkin juice inside the Goblet all over Cielo's Gryffindor uniform. Cielo's mouth dropped as she watched her uniform soaked in the orange liquid, and watch as her book lay flat on the ground wet and stained. Cielo's still paused at the messy sight unsure of what to do as everyone else laugh at her and Neville's collision finding it hilarious. After some time Cielo takes a breath before composing herself saying "Whoopsie Daisy, are you alright there Neville?" Cielo asks in the best sympathetic tone she can master at the younger and now highly embarrassed Gryffindor boy.

Neville still displayed that look of sheer horror, only this time he apologized immediately and more times than he actually needs to, "Oh my I'm so sorry Cielo, I-I didn't m-mean t-to do that I-I just wanted to offer you, your favorite drink" he stammered, the stuttering has started to get worse, as slight panic and worried run through his tone as he apologizes to you immensely. Although he expected her to be extremely mad and upset over this incident all she did was smile it away sympathetically, and offer her hand to help him up. "Oh Neville it's alright don't worry about it here let me help you" she offers, a true angel she was, how can somebody be so patient and kind towards somebody who's put them in the most humiliating position ever? she's so kind she could easily pass as Hufflepuff student making Helga Hufflepuff proud.

Neville reluctantly takes your hand, and you pulled him up revealing the height difference between you and Neville, never noticing how short you are next to him. Neville's face was tomato red, he couldn't even look at you, embarrassed of what he has done, as all he can do now is say thank you for the help and apologized countless times repeatedly, in hopes that you don't resent him for this. "Watch where you going next time Longbottom," the tall one shouted as all the other boys laugh along with him. Cielo noticed the yelling and immediately frown before looking over at Neville who was visibly upset and guilty. "Neville let me ask you this, did those guys try and encourage you to walk with a goblet full of pumpkin juice?" Cielo ask in a stern yet questioning tone, it left Neville dumbfounded as he never heard you speak in such a tone, but all he did was looked at you and nodded, shamefaced.

You sigh, not at Neville but at that stupid group of year 6 boys who have finally calmed down and chatted amongst themselves the laughter has begun to die down as people start to get disinterested and class is about to start soon anyways, but after looking down at your messy uniform you finally said it, "Well then… class is pretty much in 5 minutes so I better go down to the lavatory and fix this" Cielo smiled at Neville who's fiddling with his fingers silently, still upset at what happened. She pick her wet book from the ground and kept her thankfully cleaned bag away from the mess by carrying it, and as she was about to say her farewell she noticed minor cuts and scrapes on Neville's forehead area and his left cheek, you'd completely forgotten that he'd managed to fall flat onto his face, and that must have hurt but all he can focus on was apologizing to you and making sure you're okay which you thought was the sweetest most cutest thing Neville has done for you, you knew you always liked Neville, ever since 5th year when you saw him walked around on the shallow parts of the black lake trying to find gillyweed for Harry's 2nd task in the Triwizard tournament or when you saw him all alone happily taking care of the plants inside the greenhouse dancing around to some music on the weekend's, just being himself, he was adorable you thought and he was certainly different from most boys, but you didn't know if he liked you back or not.

You smiled at the tall and herbology-loving boy before reaching to grab his left hand, his eyes shot up, and looked at you in surprise, only to find you smiling. Neville's face was redder than ever but his facial expression manage to soften at your smile, it's almost like you're smiling to ensure him that you're fine and that you forgive him. "Neville, you have some cuts and scrapes on your face do you mind if I fix it for you before class? I promise it won't take too long" you ask in the sweetest tone. Neville nodded face still bright red and a body stiff as a board over how nervous yet excited he was. "Alright then follow me" you instructed him as you lead him out of the great hall hand in hand not seen by anyone. Cielo took Neville into one of the not-so-frequently used girl's lavatories and sat him down on the floor as she takes off her cardigan only to reveal her white collared shirt and Gryffindor tie which also had a bit of orange liquid stained to them, Neville watched you carefully as you try and wipe off a much orange liquid that there is with some toilet paper before pulling out her wand and casting a spell that manage dot get all the orange stain out in minutes, making her uniform look nice and tidy again.

Although Neville can clearly see her uniform is all better now he still has this need to just apologized again one more time. "Cielo I'm so sorry I spilled that juice all over you, I swear I didn't mean to I just tripped out of nowhere" he explained still with guilt lacing around his tone. Cielo put her cardigan back on and tidied herself into a nearby mirror before taking a seat next to the upset-looking boy, "Neville, you've apologized about 10 times now, I think that's enough, isn't it? It's quite alright you know? thank merlin we're witches and wizards it should be an easy fix, and see it didn't stain or anything" Cielo smile sweetly and soon giggled adorably, he was sure his heart was about to beat out of his chest if he dares to move a muscle, he couldn't quite comprehend how kind and attractive she was, everything he had seen or heard of her around the school was true, he was the best a girl can truly get, a goddess in his eyes. she takes a quick look at the minor cuts and scrapes before pulling out her wand and performs a nonverbal healing spell on to Neville's face and watched them disappear, after it did Cielo ran her thumb across his left cheek and forehead making sure that it all healed properly.

Her touched hitch Neville's breathe she was so close to his face that he can see just how soft her lips look, and how much he wanted to experience that softness with his lips, after making sure it was all good Cielo smiled again, and told Neville to look in the mirror nearby, he did just that and his eyes shot up like dear in headlights, it was gone, and there was no visible mark on his face, he smiled happily and turned to look at you. "Thank you, Cielo but how? Healing charms are such difficult spells to perform, you did it so perfectly" Neville compliment you with his cute and genuine smile, the stuttering flying out the window. His words left a visible pink hue on your cheeks as you couldn't make sudden eye contact with him, "Oh well thank you, Neville, my father's a healer you see, he works at St. Mongos hospital so he made sure to teach me some healing spells over the summer, and I've just learned a nonverbal one like this recently so I'm glad I got to show and perform it on someone" you explained smiling.

Neville was happier than ever chuckling after finding out how talented you are, until he looked over the ruined bouquet of roses that was sitting right next to Cielo's wet and sticky herbology textbook, by then he frowns. Cielo noticed the sudden silence that falls between them however and got up to check on Neville. "Are you alright Neville? is something bothering you?" you ask laying a gentle hand on his left shoulder, he nodded in disappointment and has a sudden bluntness to him, that he gave you an honest reason as to why he was upset. "Those roses are meant for you, I knew how much you loved roses. I had a solid plan, I wanted to ask you something and I thought it'd be nice too but of course, something bad has to happen and I had to be gullible enough to listen to those bullies and filled a whole goblet with pumpkin juice and walk over to you when I should've just waited for you to sit down for breakfast and offer you some." Neville hadn't realized but he's been ranting nonstop, he wasn't supposed to reveal all of that but there he goes.

Cielo paused as she studied Neville's defeated face before looking over at the not-so-badly ruined bouquet and picked up her wand and handed it over to herself, she smiled at it and thought about how precious Neville was getting this for her, Cielo might not know the reasons why he went out of his way to get her such beautiful flowers but she loved it, and without a second thought, she got on her tippy toes and placed a soft kiss on to Neville right cheek, leaving him love-struck. "Neville I love them they're beautiful thank you" Cielo appreciated with pink hues still apparent on her cheek, after the kiss Neville looked over with a joyful glow and smile on his face as you did and vice versa, neither of you had seen this and coming, but it sure graved this memory deep into both of your minds forever. "Well we should probably get going we've been here awhile and we don't want to miss any more class time than we already have" you suggested, you didn't want to leave, you wanted to stay with Neville but school was indeed important.

He nodded and as you were about to turn away and leave he calls out after you. "Cielo wait" you paused and looked back at Neville, "Yes?" you answered softly, "I have something for you" he mentioned rummaging through his robes to find an envelope, an envelope containing the letter he's written for her. Neville handed it over confidently and watched as the smile stays on your face, as you accept the envelope from his hand. "Promise me you'' read it when you have the chance and get back to me with your answer?" he asked in hesitation, you smile brightly at Neville, nodded, and kiss him on the cheek one last time, before saying "I will have a good class, Nev, I'll see you at lunch" Cielo farewelled rushing out to get to her class still so excited to read what's inside the letter leaving Neville Longbottom the happiest guy in the world.

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Davina had been heading towards the library when she'd heard the unmistakable sound of the town's gates creaking open. She'd thought nothing of it, until the shouting followed. The voice was easily recognisable to her, Neville had been one of the only friends she'd made upon her arrival, so she wasted no time in changing direction, running towards him. "Neville!" A few guards were already circled around him, their weapons aimed towards the vast forest that surrounded them. Figuring they'd secure the perimeter, and had the potential threat under control, Davina decided to prioritise checking on Neville instead. He was her main concern, anyway. She pushed her way inwards, hand finding the boy's shoulder, eyes scanning him for any sign of injury.

"It's okay. It didn't get in here. You're safe. None of us are going to let it hurt you." Relieved to see he was psychically fine, Davina now worked towards reassurance, hoping to calm him. "They don't usually get this close, the borders won't allow it. Maybe the spell needs reinforcing, we'll let the council know." Marcel had warned her countless times to never leave the walls, at least not without him, so she'd never seen the outside. But Davina knew enough. It was life threatening, the Capitol's failed experiments and rebel's enemies roaming free, waiting to attack whoever they came across. "We should get you back home."

Neville had just begun the journey home from one of his favourite spots in Alexandria's outskirts, a quiet clearing lush with dittany leaves. He'd become an unofficial gatherer, figuring the Rebels could never have enough helpful plants on hand since trouble always seemed to follow them around. He was even humming a tune to himself when he noticed a blur of movement beside him.

Neville paused, squinting into the brush. Everything was suddenly still. Too still. Nervous, a hand fumbled into his pocket, searching for his wand. Feebly, he held it out in warning, waiting in fearful silence. He was desperate to run, but knew he had to stand his ground, no matter what he found. He wouldn't risk the safety of the group. But nothing ever came forward, and no other sound followed. Wary, he decided to pick up the pace and get back behind the safety of the walls — only he was immediately met with big, dark eyes, watching him in menacing silence. The eyes belonged to what Neville initially thought was a werewolf, but that had been wishful thinking. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a very large dog. Tense silence passed between them, Neville too afraid at first to run; but then the creature suddenly moved, its black fur a blur, and the wizard took off too, tearing through the forest back toward Alexandria. He'd heard his fair share of stories about the mutts that roamed Panem, and he wasn't sticking around to become its dinner. "Help! Help me!" He cried, waving madly, approaching the gates, calling to guards and citizens alike. Making his way inside, he panted, frantic. "There's a mutt, a- a creature in the woods! It's huge and all black and it was coming after me!"

[nevillesbestie]

Neville Longbottom x Reader Chapter 1!

Welcome everyone to the beginning of a journey! I'm nervous about this, I've barely ever written before and when I did it was for my school's newspaper! Please bear with me as we embark on this journey together! Hopefully I get better at this as I go but we never know!

Warnings: Slight angst, yearning, one-sided love, (at first), Valentines day right around the corner

A/N - If you want to be on my taglist then I'll link my google form to get added! Have fun reading everyone!

A/N 2 - This was done in like a week, the reader is female with female parts, she/her pronouns for reader, reader can have long or short hair, reader has her hair in a towel because they make small towels for you to put your hair in

A/N 3 - I don’t know if you read Harry Potter stuff but @h-harleybaby what do you think of this????

It was your last year at hogwarts. You were nervous about moving on after school, you didn't know what you wanted to do. Well technically you knew what you wanted to do but you weren't ready for it. You had nice grades, you had a couple A's and B's and a few C's as well, you were a good student just had a bit of an attitude problem.

You had a couple friends, it was a weird little group but they were your found family. Ginny was your best friend, having sat next to her in the great hall after you all got sorted. Luna had made friends with you a couple weeks after you got put together during Charms class, and you had met Hermione in the library after you had got there to study with Ginny.

You had a couple other friends as well, Seamus and Dean being your go-to to sit next to during Astronomy, which was surprisingly the only class where they didn't act like hooligans.

The day was going well, except for the fact it was Valentine's Day and you sadly didn't have anyone to go to the Valentine's ball with. Ginny was going with Harry, Hermione was going with Ron, and Luna was going with some ravenclaw dude. Of course you were going to the dance with all of them you just didn't have your own date.

"Well I think you should ask him, he'll probably say yes anyway" Ginny says as we walk out of a random Hogsmeade shop. Luna joins in "He's very shy and sensitive so when you ask him just be gentle" causing you to groan. "I don't know guys, I don't even think he likes me"

Hermione scoffs "Are you daft? He basically fawns over you all of the time, you just don't notice" causing Ginny to chuckle. "I don't know, maybe I will, I just don't want to get hurt and rejected because of it you know?"

Ginny sighs and shakes her head while smiling "Y/N you're one of the prettiest girls here ok? He won't reject you, now if you'll excuse me I have to go meet up with Harry for a bit" Hermione and Luna nod and say the same thing as all three of them walk away smiling.

You sigh and walk back to Hogwarts to get ready to try on the dress your mom sent you for the ball. You get back to your dorm room and take out your dream dress, you smile and try it on, the way it looks on you is perfect. You think and wonder if he likes you like Hermione said he does. You sigh and take off the dress before taking a shower and putting on your pajamas, you sit down with your hair in a towel as you grab a book and start reading where you left off last night.

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It's a couple hours later when the girls come into your dorm room with all of their dresses, makeup, and hair supplies. You smile as they set up chaotically, "Well I didn't realize you could be such a mess Hermione" Ginny laughs while Luna giggles softly. You get up and pull out your dress before starting to get ready with the girls.

You four figure out whether you want to straighten or curl your hair, whether you want to wear makeup or not, and what shoes to wear with them. While you guys are laughing and talking you hear a knock on the door before a letter slides under it with your name on it.

You go and pick it up before reading what it says. You slowly open the letter before starting to read it quietly. You blush and smile as you slowly read it.

'Hello Y/N,

I'm writing you this letter because Seamus and Dean have convinced me to do it, I wanted to ask you to go to the Valentine's Day ball with me in person but I was nervous, I don't know if it's too late to ask you now but if you would like to go to the Ball with me, meet me at the bottom of the stairs in front of the great hall.

-N.L'

Ginny looks over and smirks before snatching the letter out of your hand and starting to read it out loud causing Hermione and Luna to squeal and laugh. "Ginny stop it!" you blush and try to grab the letter back but she holds it over her head. "You have to meet him at the stairs! It'll be so cute!" Hermione adds in.

You smile and blush, "Alright, help me get ready girls, I want to look nice for this" Luna grabs your hand before sitting you down on the chair in front of Ginny's vanity as you and Ginny share a dorm. The girls help you with your hair and makeup and help you pick out what shoes you wanna wear.

It's about an hour later and you four leave the dorm and walk out and meet up with Harry and Ron before leaving and meeting up with Luna's date. They quickly shuffle into the great hall but the girls stop them as they turn and see Neville Longbottom waiting at the bottom of the stairs. You stayed back to take a few deep breaths and calm down, Seamus and Dean stopped to see how you were doing before smiling and leaving, you leave shortly afterwards and make your way towards the stairs.

You take a deep breath and whisper to yourself, "It's ok Y/N, what could go wrong right?" You slowly turn the corner and look down to see Neville waiting for you, he looks up and smiles as he processes that it's you. You blush before slowly walking down the stairs and meeting him at the bottom.

"Hi" You slowly say as you hear Luna and Ginny quietly squealing causing you to blush out of embarrassment. He smiles, "Hi, I'm sorry I didn't ask you out in person, I was really nervous and I didn't know if you would say yes or not" You giggle softly and smile "I was really nervous too, I wanted to ask you as well but I backed out at the last second"

He puts his hand out, "Well?" You grab his hand while still smiling and he leads you both to the front of the great hall where the girls and their dates, you all walk in together and find a table.

It’s hard not to have fun during the best Ball of the year…right?

[maddybthorne]

I’m sorry but I have to say this.

I can’t and will never forgive Severus Snape for bullying a child when he was an ADULT. A TEACHER. Someone who children, no matter of their background, should have been able to, at the very least, not fear so much that he was their worst fear. Especially when the person who literally tortured the kid’s parents to insanity was still alive.

(Also he became the equivalent of a Nazi, just in terms of magical blood. “Oh he was abused” so was Harry. “James Potter bullied him” SOMEONE HAD TO. If someone was walking around talking shit about a certain demographic of people while also hanging around others that do the same thing, I’d throw hands too.)

And maybe The Marauders went too far sometimes. Sure but that doesn’t mean it’s ok to join a cult dedicated to wiping out a specific type of people, and he dares to say he cares about Lily. He literally killed people like her. Tortured them or watched as they were killed and tortured.

If Lily Potter had not been pregnant then Snape would have never switched sides.

But what sparked this post, was mainly Neville Longbottom. He did nothing wrong. That child was innocent. Harry looks like James (which should not matter) so fine. Snape is a child in a grown man’s body taking his anger out on the clone of his childhood enemy. WHAT THE HELL DID NEVILLE DO? HUH? He existed.

Also the whole thing where he picked on all the other children and favored his house. You’re a t e a c h e r. You’re supposed to be impartial outside of sports and stuff. He’s blatantly biased and it makes me so mad. (and I know there are shitty teachers out there like this and I don’t like them either)

In conclusion, regardless of his so called “redemption” I shall never forgive canon Severus Snape. Ever.

JUSTICE FOR NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM.

(no hate to those that like him, this is just my personal opinion and I don’t mean to offend anyone. I just needed to post this somewhere cuz it has been bugging me for so long. Sorry if I have offended anyone I did not mean to I swear.)

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✧˖*°࿐ Pumpkin Bread pt. 2 | N.L

Neville Longbottom x gn!reader, fluff

Summary: In which your relationship with Neville blooms in ways you could never imagine.

Part 1

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Request: Yes

Your relationship with Neville grew close rather quickly, and more often than not, you’d find yourself hanging out with the boy in the greenhouse for hours; your secrets being shared in between fits of laughter and embarrassment. However, this was not to say that it was easy, there had been many times where your mouth seemed to run off on its own, a deep regret flushing through your whole body whenever you’d realize that you had just insulted your new-found friend. But thankfully, the boy always understood.

Today was the last day of your detention, and you’d now be able to spend your free time however you’d want. Four weeks ago, you were impatiently praying for this day to come sooner, knowing that you would no longer be obligated to spend time in the greenhouse. But now, the end of your punishment was something that you had been dreading, all thanks to the shy Gryffindor who knew so much about plants. 

You had forgotten about a life that didn’t include you stressing over Herbology, or your yelling at the brown haired boy whenever he’d get mud on your robe. How were you to continue as normal, if this was what you now craved? The long walks back to your dorms as you two tried to make the most of the time you had left, the way his fingers would brush over yours every time he handed you pumpkin bread, and the way he would hug you each time you’d show him your latest Herbology quiz grade – a mere 72% blotched with red ink, something that he was so proud of you for.

Neville became a part of your everyday life, and you almost hated yourself for it. 

And just like all the other days during these past few weeks, you found yourself in that cold glass room alongside him. 

“(Y/N), can you pass me the scissors?” The boy’s voice broke through the calm ambiance. You looked up at him before passing him the small object from your hands. 

As he took care of the plants, ones you didn’t know the name for, you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen after today. His hands gently touched the plant, as the small snips filled the room; your eyes dancing between his concentrated face and the tender movements of his fingers. This is what you wanted every evening to look like.

Your eyes danced for a few seconds more before you dropped down to the floor with a small huff. The boy laughed softly before turning around to face you. Your habits now memorized as he grew to know you like the back of his hand. If it was attention that you wanted, then attention you would get. 

“What is it this time, hm?” His gaze softened as he watched you dramatically woe. 

“Nothing!” You responded rather aggressively, turning away from him to face the wall.

He nodded before returning back to his plants, “Very well then.” 

You stared at him dead-panned, as you now realized that he grew accustomed to your antics. The air now becoming more stuffy as you try to figure out how you were going to ask him. Finally, after a few seconds of fiddling with your fingers, you spoke.

“Actually,” you looked up towards him, “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“Hmm?” the boy hummed in response, still attending to the plants, not bothering to turn around to look at you.

The frog in your throat grew large before you finally asked, “What’s going to happen to us after today?”

He froze. His eyes now concentrated on his hands, not bothering to finish tending to the leaves that he was once so focused on. After a few moments of silence, he finally turned around, staring into your eyes as he brought himself down to you.

You scooted over to the side as he took in the space next to yours. His lanky legs filling in whatever room there was once left, and his body so close to yours that you could almost smell the detergent he used to do his laundry yesterday. He awkwardly turned his face towards yours, and gave you a small smile.

“Well, I’d imagine you’d go back to ignoring me, is that it?” 

You tried to figure out whatever look was now on his face. He seemed almost sad but at the same time, hopeful? This boy, one that has consistently slipped beneath your fingers and has accidentally hidden himself from the gaze of others, was now the only person that you could talk to without growing tired. Whenever you’d give him a cold glare, or sneered his name in a way that could only resemble Draco Malfoy, all he would do is give you a smile back, handing you his sweater – leaving a smudge of dirt on your hands. You wouldn’t get angry, you couldn't even find yourself to yell, this reckless and clumsy boy has now found himself in your heart. How could you ever go back to ignoring him, when his mere existence was enough for you to stand alone?

“No!” you looked down at your feet sheepishly, noticing how the tips of his shoes were touching yours – both of your knees rocking back and forth, “unless, you don’t want to talk to me anymore?”

You turned over to look at him, both of your noses almost touching as you felt his breath hit yours. A soft look in his eyes indicating that whatever feelings were locked in this garden, were those shared between both of you. 

“Then I guess it’s settled,” he stood up, grabbing hold of your hands and pulling you with him as he made his way back to the unattended plants, “you’re stuck with me.”

With a nervous smile, you grabbed hold to the scissors, helping him with whatever was left to tend to. He watched you in adoration – a feeling that would quickly come and go between the anxiousness of knowing that you were now his to keep outside this room. Neville’s heart was simply too full of love, and if it weren’t for you asking him that one simple question earlier, he feared that it would explode onto the glass ceiling for everyone to see. 

It was a love that was shared between him, you, and whatever poor plant you managed to get your hands on. The dirt on your face, and his thumb rubbing it off softly. Your hair full of leaves, and him there to pick them out.

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“Don’t look until I tell you to!” The boy laughed, his large hands covering your eyes as he blindly led you to a place unknown.

You hesitantly nodded as you continued to walk, hearing the snapping of twigs and crunching of the dry grass below you. Small beams of the summer sunlight somehow managed to sneak in through his fingers, as you tried to figure out where on Earth you could be. If it were anyone else, they would be on the floor right now, you leaning over them as you call them almost every bad name in the book, but thankfully it was just Neville; you’d follow him blindly to hell if he asked it of you.

After 15 minutes of walking you finally came to a halt. The breeze ran past your shoulders as the boy slowly took his hands away from your face. You groaned at first, trying to adjust your eyesight to the brightness, before looking ahead at the scene that Neville had been keeping hidden.

A beautiful garden in full bloom, all different types of colors drowning in a pool of petals and thorns, dozens of plants whose names you couldn’t memorize no matter how long you tried. A small porcelain fountain right at the center that was flowing with fresh water. And right at the front, in Neville’s terrible handwriting, a sign that said “Our Garden.”

You were smiling so hard that the apples of your cheeks were starting to hurt, something that never in your life you’d imagine would be possible, and for the first time ever, there was no anger, there was no coldness, and there was no hatred. It was just pure happiness, one that was bestowed to you by the same boy that you couldn’t stand nearly half a year ago.

You turned around and wrapped him in a hug. “When, I mean, how,” you stuttered over your words, nearly mimicking him, “did you do this?”

“My Nan helped. She knew how much it would mean to you.”

“But it’s summer, how are they in full bloom?”

“Ever heard of magic, petal?” He laughed at your confused face.

“But, we aren’t allowed to use magic outside of school, and–”

“(Y/N), stop worrying so much. You sound just like me,” he released you from the hug and gave you a kiss on the forehead, “there’s a reason I said we’d have to keep this secret.”

You laughed silently through your nose and nodded, making your way hand in his to the garden. You admired the new found life with a sense of appreciation that wasn’t there before, pointing to each one and asking the boy beside you what it was. He would answer each time, not growing impatient, now even bothered when you’d forget seconds later. 

“And this one?”

“Asphodel.”

“And this one?”

“That’s - that’s also Asphodel.”

And after hours of admiration and awe, your attention was now placed fully on him. You took notice of his overgrown hair that fell right below his eyes, his slender fingers as he placed a daisy in your hair, the way he bit his lip out of nervousness from doing so. Here, right in front of you, in this garden, was the first day of your life.

If it were six months earlier, you would have greedily grabbed at it; squishing it in the palm of your hand before it had the chance to choose for itself. But when it came to Neville, you were not greedy. You wanted to yell his name out to the world, This is my friend Neville, you’d shout with a voice so full of hunger, And I’m so utterly in love with him that it makes me sick!

The daisy on your ear now stood on its own as the boy's fingers interlocked with yours. A shy smile on his face as he looked you in the eyes, the same eyes that he wanted to drown in. He’d throw himself in if it meant that he could be with you forever. 

“What are you thinking about?” You asked, both of your faces close, the air almost intimate.

“You.” He whispered, if it were any more quiet you would have mistaken it for the breeze.

“Mmm, what about me?”

“I just,” he took a deep breath in, the boy was scared and you knew it, “I just, really like you (Y/N). And I’m w-worried that you’re only going to ever see me as your friend, and that one day you’re going to find someone that can give you something more than a few plants an–”

Suddenly he found your lips pressed against his. His eyes opened wide at the sudden contact, but slowly closed themselves as he started to kiss you back. His hands made their way to your waist, and yours to his neck. You stayed like this for a few seconds; your teeth hitting the others as you both would laugh into the kiss, both of you trying to figure out what you were doing. It was an awkward first kiss, but it was yours. 

You both pulled away, your foreheads leaning against each other as you decided to break the silence, “It’s our garden, is it not?”

He nodded. 

“Then why would I ever leave.”

He smiled softly and brought his lips back down to yours. A kiss, short and simple, packed with so much tender love. A love that you couldn’t wait to explore for the rest of your life. And once again you found yourself hand in hand with the brunette, a grin placed upon both of your lips as you made your way back to his house, knowing that this was now the beginning of a new chapter that included something more.

His feet tripping over yours as you’d laugh at his clumsiness, the garden in full view, and in the oven – freshly baked pumpkin bread. 

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The heart’s deepest desire.

Neville Longbottom x Reader

Y/N L/N was a very curious student, their boyfriend Neville Longbottom could definitely second that. They were always exploring about the castle and its grounds, searching for new findings each day. Usually they were accompanied by Neville, but nonetheless, he was always the first person they would go to whenever they found something new.

Which is what lead them to the Hogwarts Greenhouses, running up to the man himself pottering about to tell him about what could very well be their best find yet.

“Neville! There you are!” They exclaimed, out of breath. “Here I am! Are you alright there, love? You seem a little frazzled… oh! I know that look, what did you find this time?” He asked, excitedly.

They smiled with a tinge of blush on their cheeks, after all this time he still managed to make them flustered. “I think this may very well be my best find yet, Nev!” They declared.

“My darling, I’m positive you say that every time…” He laughed. “Well I mean it a whole lot more this time! You have to come see for yourself!” They took his hand in theirs, leading him through the grand castle.

“Wow, you sure did a lot of adventuring today that’s for sure!” Neville smiled. “It’s not that far to go I promise.” They had travelled down hidden stairs, walked cobweb-ridden corridors, and faced a loose Cornish Pixie or two before arriving in an almost abandoned dark room, the only light emitted by their wands and the fleeting sun through the frosted glass windows. The room was bare, save for a tall golden mirror with rusted engraving in the middle.

“Merlin, I see why you were so excited, this is beautiful!” Neville exclaimed, “It is, isn’t it. But I’ve found it’s not any old mirror. Go on, stand in front of it!” They moved next to the mirror, allowing Neville to see for himself what mystery the mirror held.

Neville shut his eyes and stepped in front of the mirror, taking a deep breath he opened his eyes and studied his reflection. By the look on his face they could tell he had seen something other than his regular reflection, just as they had.

“Pretty amazing right?” They gushed. Neville remained silent, noticing his lack of reply they looked up at his expression, seeing tears well up in his eyes. “Neville, love… is what you see…is it not what you’d hoped?” They asked worriedly.

“It’s you.” He replied softly. “It’s us.” He added, “Us and my parents…” It was then that they understood why he was tearful, whether happy or sad tears, they knew the outcome would be the same. Neville was seeing his greatest desire, yet he couldn’t have it.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve thought this through…” they apologised. “No, Y/N, no apologies.” He stopped them, shaking his head. “I see them, yes but they look so proud of me, of both of us.“ He smiles. “They are proud of you Neville, I understand they can’t express it, but the way I see them look at you, even without an enchanted mirror. I know deep down that they love you and they are so, so proud of you.” They walked over and took his hand, guiding him to the window sill.

They cupped his face in their hands, green eyes meeting Y/E/C ones. “I know part of your deepest desire cant be achieved, but I will do anything I can to make as much of it possible.” They promised. Neville brought his hand up to hold one of the ones on his cheek, caressing the back of their hand in a silent thank you.

Walking out of the door, beginning their journey back to the Great Hall for dinner, Neville smiled and stopped them. “We were in wedding attire by the way.”

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