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[siriusblackloml]

Day 4 - Neville Longbottom (Kinktober 2023)

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1500+

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: swearing, baby/babygirl nicknames, oral (male receiving), friends with benefits (MDNI 18+)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist┊Day 5

“I’ve never had a blowjob before.” Neville shrugged as he laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling.

You knew the moment the words slipped from Neville’s mouth, you just had to be the one to change that for him. I mean, that’s what best friends were for, obviously.

Your jaw dropped at the shocking news. Unsure as to how this topic of conversation even began in the first place, the two of you were simply sharing stories about your different experiences with people. Intimate moments, to be more specific. Apparently Neville had very few experiences; not to say he was a complete virgin or anything. He’s been around with a couple girls, but these same girls were not ones to really go down on him in that way. He shared a quick story about both experiences just ending with something else rather than a blowjob. Which at the time he was fine with, but since then he’s just wished he’d finally meet someone who would want to give him one.

Neville had been your best friend at Hogwarts since day one. You guys were closer than ever and it was truly shocking that you hadn’t tried making a move on him before (especially since you’ve been secretly crushing on him for years). What was even more shocking is that you didn’t know this about your best friend until just before the two of you graduated. You’re just now finding out he’s never had a blowjob before? It just sounds crazy in your mind.

Which is why you can’t really help the words that fly out of your mouth next. You sit on the edge of his bed and throw out a suggestion, silently hoping for the best. You tell him, “I can give you one if you want.”

Neville immediately shot up from his position on the bed, eyes widened from shock as he stared at you. His mouth was agape, jaw practically dropped to the floor. Your heart starts to pound faster and faster, wondering if you had made the right decision for saying that.

You could practically feel the boy’s stare burning holes into your skull as he sat there motionless. Itching to break the ice, you shift awkwardly on the bed and mumble, “Um, sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

“Yes. Wait, no. Actually, yeah. I want it to be you.” Neville barely contains his excitement now, trying hard not to stutter over his words. He’s inching closer to you on the bed to close the gap. “Please, Y/N. I-I just..really want it.”

His pathetic begging has your cheeks blushing hard. The way he whimpers your name has you wet already. You absolutely loved seeing this side to Neville and were mentally beating yourself up for not trying to discover this at an earlier point. Before you can say anything else, Neville is standing up from the bed and pulling on your arms, encouraging you to stand as well. He mumbles quickly, “I just want to see you on your knees already, please.”

Your heart drops and you could have sworn all the air in your chest was sucked out of you the moment he said those words. As pitiful as he was acting, you couldn’t help but comply and get to your knees in front of your best friend. You smile hard at him, looking up through your thick eyelashes as you say, “Okay, Neville. But I can’t guarantee I’ll be any good.”

Of course, you knew that couldn't be further from the truth. But he would soon figure that out for himself.

There’s an obvious bulge forming in Neville’s trousers. Seeing it up close, just inches from your face, makes you subconsciously lick your bottom lip. You’d been fantasizing about this moment for what felt like a million years. Heart racing, you pull back your hair and tie it into a low bun. Neville’s hands leave his sides and pull loose strands from your face to tuck them behind your ear. You look up at him, cheeks still dusted red and lips parted as you silently take in the scene that was unfolding before you.

“Please, Y/N, I want your mouth around my cock already.” He murmurs, fingers tracing your jawline. Your stomach twists and turns at his words. You could have sworn you felt high just sitting there on your knees in front of Neville. How the hell did he have this kind of power over you?

Nodding your head, you gleefully chime, “I’ll make you feel so good, baby.”

Neville groans at the nickname and bites his bottom lip. His hands travel to the top of your head to hold onto your hair while your own make their way up his big thighs. The moment your fingertips have touched his zipper, your heart skips a beat at the feeling of his hardened girth poking underneath the fabric.

You practically need to take in a deep breath as you unzip the clothing, pulling down his trousers and underwear all at once. His length escapes the confines of his pants and immediately shoots out in front of your face. The angry tip of his cock nearly smacks your cheek and you gasp, gawking at the size. He was…massive, to say the least. You watch it twitch in anticipation against his hard abdomen, yearning to be touched.

“W-Wow, Neville…fuck, you’re huge.” You mumble, reaching up to hold onto his length.

He hisses at the contact, his fingers slowly tangling themselves into your locks. You bat your eyes slowly and look up at him with sultry eyes, making him nearly combust on the spot. He whines, “Please, please, please-”

You don’t want to tease him for too long. This was his first blowjob, after all. He needed stability through this whole experience and you were going to be there to give it to him. You place your tongue against his tip and swipe it back and forth for a moment before opening your mouth wide enough to fit him. As you bring the head of his length to your lips, it brushes across your lower lip before being drawn into your mouth almost instantly. It seemed as though you couldn’t control your excitement. The knot in your stomach tightens as you take in more and more of the boy’s massive girth.

Slowly engulfing his length, you listen to the way Neville lets out a moan at the sensation of your spit, tongue, and lips gripping his cock. You bob your head back and forth at a slow pace to take in the taste of his pre-cum on your tongue. You hum at the experience, listening to Neville whine as you push even further down his member. He lets out a loud whine, telling you in an exasperated tone, "Merlin's beard, Y/N, you're fucking amazing. Suck my cock, babygirl, keep going."

Your throat tightens at the sensation of him being so deep within your mouth, and you expand your jaw as much as you can to force yourself down even deeper onto him. Given the enormous girth that was steadily working its way down your throat, you were unable to muster the willpower to respond to any of his statements. You can't help but relish the moment, despite the searing feeling that itched your throat as his tip touched it.

His groans, the taste of his member, and the simultaneous unraveling feeling of your own body all came together to make you feel like you were in heaven on earth. As time passed, the familiar knot in your gut became larger and larger. You groan into his girth, causing Neville's body to tense up even more from the pure pleasure of having you suck him off. He immediately thrusts into your mouth with succession of hearing you moan again, spitting out multiple swear words in the process. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Y/N, use that tongue, babygirl. Keep going, I’m so close!”

You bob your head faster and faster, feeling the head of his cock nearly bruise the back of your throat. Gurgled noises escape your mouth with every thrust and tears build up around both your eyes. You look up at Neville through your wet eyelashes, and the moment you both make eye contact, it’s enough to make the boy lose his mind.

“G-Gonna, fuck, gonna cum- AH! Fuck, holy shit…” Neville yells out as his seed sprays the back of your throat. You can feel the veins running up and down his length pump out more and more liquid into your mouth, smiling at the feeling of how great it made you feel. Your throat violently throbs as he slowly pulls himself out of your wet cavern, smirking at the way you looked so fucked out just from the large size of his member.

“Did I do a great job?” You ask Neville, licking your lips as you watch him tuck his member back into his pants.

Neville has to sit on the bed, clearly out of breath from the whole experience. He pulls some hair out of his face and smiles broadly. Looking down at his best friend on the floor, he nods his head, “Of course you did. Fuck, why haven’t I asked you to give me a blowjob before?”

You shrug your shoulders, telling him in a sassy tone, “Well now you know where to get one.”

He can’t help but laugh at the (very true) statement. You join in and giggle, ignoring the fact that this possibly breached every rule about being best friends with a boy.

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[dracowars]

Hii! If requests are open could I get a professor!neville longbottom and professor!reader?shes the potions teacher and theyre "enemies"? Always at each others throats and interuppting classes just to throw snarky remarks and the students are like "omg not again🙄"? Anyway one night a student sees him leaving her room and rumors start abt how they're dating/fucking?? And after a few days of trying to deal with a school of nosy students they "talk it out" which ends up being a make out session in the potions room and they get caught by the students who are like "plz we just wna study😭"??

Thank youuu <3

greenhouse hearts and cauldron sparks | neville longbottom

pairing: professor!neville x professor!reader

word count: 3,4k

summary: where rumours are spread about neville and y/n having a thing

a/n: somehow this was difficult for me to write & i don't even know why, maybe because it's my first for neville and i don't know yet if i got his character right (especially since he is older here). i really tried my best and i hope you enjoy it <3 feedback in any form is much appreciated!

warnings: slight angst, cursing

universe: harry potter

With a set goal in mind and pure determination, you strut through the glass door of greenhouse three and are immediately eyed by more than twenty pairs of eyes, all curious but somehow not surprised. Some of them even look like they were only waiting for this to happen. Again.

"Professor Longbottom, forgive my interruption", you apologize with a smile that does not quite reach your eyes, making your way towards him. "But I need to talk to you. Urgently."

"Welcome, Professor Y/L/N", Neville greets you, not moving from his leaning position on the table, fully concentrated on the plant pot in front of him which seems to be housing a Chinese Chomping Cabbage. Suspiciously eyeing the dangerous plant, you take a small step back. Herbology has never been your favourite subject, not when you went to Hogwarts yourself, not now, not ever.

"You burst in at just the right time! We are about to harvest the first cabbages", he explains, strongly emphasizing you interrupting his class, his eyes still fixed on the pot.

"I actually don't really care right now. All I care about is the huge plant or whatever that monstrum even is that has spread over my desk in the teacher's room", you start whispering now, not wanting the students to hear your words. But since they all still stare at the both of you, their cabbages long forgotten, you bet they could hear you either way.

"Oh, I must have mixed up the tables", Neville simply shrugs but a small smile plays around his lips as he finally turns his head to look at you. You have looked into his eyes several times before, million times even, but it hits you differently every time. His green eyes stare at you for a second too long before he clears his throat and straightens, pulling out the cabbage and putting it into a big crate. Removing his gloves, he leans his hip against the table, his big frame towering over you as you still stand there.

"You did that on purpose", you whisper, more to yourself than to anyone, but the little chuckle that escapes his mouth confirms your assumption.

"I would never do such a thing", he replies, placing the gloves on the table behind him. Scoffing, you look at him in disbelief.

How come that Neville Longbottom, the slanky, shy and nervous boy who hid behind his robes and hair from your school days suddenly became such a cunning and especially handsome professor who tests your patience every day. And most importantly, why does he always look at you like that, as if his eyes want to tell you something more, something deeper. And why, for Merlin's sake, is your heart beating faster every single time you interact.

"It would be much appreciated if you could get rid of this monster as quickly as possible before it eats someone or whatever it is that it does", you repeat, but something about the way he looks at you right now tells you that that probably won't happen any time soon.

"Of course, of course. Once I've got- No! Put that down, Henry. Excuse me for a second, sweetheart", Neville interrupts himself all of a sudden, jumping into action as he quickly runs to said student who is about to get attacked by one of the vicious plants, the nickname he called you still ringing in your ear. On his way there, he runs against a table and knocks over some empty pots. If it weren't for you stopping them mid-air with a spell, they would have shattered into a thousand pieces.

He may not look like the Neville he used to be, but he has not lost his clumsiness. Shaking your head, your gaze follows him, watching as he rescues the student from his demise and you can't help but smile a little at that. He also never lost his genuine sincerity and willingness to help.

As you are waiting for him to return, you notice several of the girls staring at you, whispering to each other as they have certainly seen the way you looked after him. Clearing your throat in an awkward manner, you stand up straight and adjust your robes.

"Alright, well, that turned out differently than expected but wasn't that fun? Never underestimate nature", Neville speaks up now, all heads turning to him. "Please finish your protocols until next week, clean your tables and then you are free to leave for the day."

What initially looks like pure chaos ensuing turns out to actually follow a clear order as the students rush around and do what he says. In a few minutes, everything is back in its place and the students rush out of the greenhouse, ready for their break. On their way out, they also say goodbye to you.

The second the last student leaves, Neville claps his hands together, rubbing them as if he still has something planned. "You know, these things only ever happen when you are around", he teases you, walking back to where you are standing to put his bag on the table and gather his things.

"Well, I'm glad it wasn't me who got attacked by one of your experiments for once", you counter, having lost count of the times you had unpleasant encounters with his plants.

"That is just because they can sense your fear, sweetheart", he smiles while packing up his stuff, making sure everything is neatly placed inside his bag.

"I'm not scared of them", you scoff, ignoring what he called you and what it does to you once more, and you cross your arms in front of your chest as you lean your hip against the table he is still standing at. "They just make me feel uncomfortable and I don't like them. Your experiments certainly didn't make me like them any more, in case you forgot."

"How could I ever forget that", Neville laughs. He does not giggle or even try to hold back his amusement - he just straight up laughs at you as the memories find their way back to him. Huffing out an exasperated breath, you softly shove him to the side which only causes him to laugh even more.

"You are so annoying, do you know that? I can't believe I have to deal with this every day", you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Oh, come on. Don't be like that. You would be bored to death without me", he smiles at you, genuine, and gently pushes his shoulder against yours, coming even closer. He looks at you, the way he always looks at you, and even though you would never admit it, he is right. It would be boring without him.

His eyes are locked with yours, at least until they drift down for a split second, looking at your lips, but it was so fast you are not even sure it actually happened. One of his hands now gently touches your arm and your insides twist.

Until the door to the greenhouse suddenly bursts open and a student comes in. Jumping in surprise, you both put as much distance between the two of you as possible in these few seconds, but the way she stops in the doorway as if she had just interrupted something speaks volumes.

"Uhm- I'm sorry, Professor. Professors. I-"

"Chloe, what are you doing here?", Neville asks her kindly, no signs of nervousness, but out of the corner of your eye you can indeed see how he plays with his fingers.

"I uhm.. forgot my book", she says awkwardly but makes no attempt to move, her gaze switching between the two of you.

"Right", Neville smiles at her, obviously trying to make it less uncomfortable. "Then go get it?"

At his words, she is seemingly brought back to life and quickly runs to one of the tables, grabs her book and rushes out of the greenhouse with lightning speed. Watching her leave, Neville's eyebrows furrow. "What was that about?"

Sighing, you lean back against the table, this time, however, with a lot of distance between your bodies.

"Dear Merlin, we will never hear the end of this now", you say, rubbing your fingers against your temple as you try to wrap your head around what just happened.

"Of what?", Neville asks, curious and seemingly oblivious.

"Of us having a thing."

"What?", he lets out in shock, his eyes searching yours for any sign that you are joking. Oh how much you wish you were.

"Yeah."

"Wh-What do you mean?"

"Don't tell me you haven't heard about it", you answer, turning your body to directly look at him now.

"I honestly don't know what you are talking about."

"I can't believe this", you let out a humourless chuckle before continuing. "The students are talking about us, Neville. Have been all the time."

"And?"

"And they think we fuck", you blurt out and watch as the realization hits him.

"Oh", is all he says to that, his eyes unfocusing and his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink.

"Yeah. 'Oh'. And now we fueled the rumours even more, we have given them even more reason to believe them", you explain, trying your best to not sound too desperate.

When you first heard these rumours, you had to laugh. Neville and you? Never. But over time, you realized where these assumptions came from and you could actually see how someone could possibly come to this conclusion. But there is nothing between you. Right?

"But nothing happened", Neville agrees with your thoughts, looking at you with those beautiful eyes of his. A strand of hair has come loose and hangs over his forehead and you would like nothing more than to gently remove it from his face.

"No. It didn't", you whisper, supporting his statement even though you both know exactly what almost happened. Neville gives you a sympathetic smile before picking up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder.

"Anyway, I believe there is a plant I need to take care of", Neville digresses from the topic and even though you welcome not having to talk about this any longer, your heart feels a bit heavier than before. "Also, did you make the potion I asked you for?"

"Of course", you say as you follow him outside, noticing how his hand hovers over the small of your back as he leads you through the door.

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"Professor?", one of your female students asks for you, sitting in front of her and her groups bubbling cauldron. Quickly, you get up from your seat at the front of the classroom and walk to her, smiling as you are thrilled to help with whatever is going on. You have been these students' Potions teacher since first year and now that they have reached seventh year, you have formed an even stronger bond with them.

"Yes? What can I help you with?", you ask once you reach them, leaning over them to take a look inside the cauldron which is exuding a sugary sweet scent. So far, they seem to have done everything right.

"Do you have a husband? Or kids?", she puts the question out there like it is nothing, the other girls at her table looking at you attentively.

"First of all, that is not a question you ask", you remind her and she only shrugs apologetically, making you feel like she actually does not feel sorry at all. "And to truthfully answer your question: No, I have not."

Apparently, your answer triggers something in them, because suddenly the whispering starts again and they look as if they can hardly sit still due to being incredibly excited about something.

"We asked Professor Longbottom the same question this morning", she continues now, suppressing a giggle. "And he gave us the same answer, so we thought that you two would make a good match."

"Oh girls, please", you sigh, trying to suppress a laugh at their endearing faces. "You definitely shouldn't worry about your teacher's relationship status and focus on your grades and upcoming exams instead."

"But Ms. Y/L/N! You would be so cute together!", they all gush, telling you about all the times they have seen you two, how they can clearly tell that 'there is something more going on'. You know you should tell them to continue their task but you just can't stop listening to them.

"When we asked Professor Longbottom, he told us that he thinks you are a wonderful colleague and also quite attractive", one of the girls chimes in, batting her eyelashes at you.

"He certainly did not say that", you retort, shaking your head with a smile at their determination.

"But he did!", they all say in unison, repeating to you all the words he supposedly said about you.

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"Professor? Do you have a moment?"

"Of course. How can I help you?", Neville smiles at the group of girls in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. He has just finished his last lesson for the day and was on his way to the Great Hall for dinner now if it was not for these students catching him in the middle of a hallway.

"Remember how we asked you about Ms. Y/L/N this morning?", one of the girls says, a smile on her face that he can't quite pinpoint.

"I do", Neville answers, not adding that their conversation had followed him throughout the whole day.

"Well, we just had Potions with her and we asked her about you, too", another student says, a sign of pride in her voice. "Do you want to know what she said?"

"Do I have a choice?", he says, feeling a bit cornered by the four girls in front of him. He was set on eating and then going to his quarters in the Faculty Tower to get some well-deserved sleep. Apparently that was not happening any time soon.

"She told us that you are her favourite colleague and that she also finds you kind of handsome, even though she told us not to tell you."

At that, Neville needs a few seconds and swallows hard. He does not know what he should be more uncomfortable with: the fact that these students are interfering in his private life or the thought that you actually may have said those words. What are the chances that you did?

"That is..", Neville starts, no idea how to best solve this situation. "Certainly very nice of her to say. Thank you for telling me, but I'm afraid we must head to the Great Hall now as dinner will be served soon."

He does not even wait for them to answer and walks straight past them, a blush on his cheeks as their giggling follows him to the end of the hallway. He sighs, their words echoing through his mind as he turns another corner and suddenly bumps into someone.

With wide eyes, he realizes that the person he just almost pushed to the ground is none other than you. His hands are still tightly gripping your upper arms, a measure he took to prevent you from falling, as he stares at you.

"What is wrong with you?! You almost gave me a heart attack", you lecture him, your frozen body slowly coming back to life. Only now do you notice that Neville is still staring at you as if you weren't from this world and the pressure he is exerting on your arms is somehow getting stronger.

"Neville? Hello? Anyone there?", you ask slowly, snapping a finger in front of his face. That seems to bring him out of his trance because he blinks several times in a row and clears his throat awkwardly, letting go of you but not before smoothing down the sleeves of your cloak.

"Sorry", he mumbles, looking to the ground and grabbing the strap of his bag as if it were an anchor to help him from drowning.

"Are you alright?", you ask, a bit worried now at his unusual behaviour. When you hear several voices coming from the hallway, he suddenly takes your hand in his gently and maneuvers you both into the nearest empty classroom, closing the door silently.

"What is-"

"I didn't want them to see us together", he tells you before you can ask and your heart drops.

"Oh."

The sound comes out a lot more sad than you wanted and Neville notices it as well, shooting his head up to look at you. It does not take him long to realize what he said is the reason for it.

"N-No, no. That- That was not what I meant", he immediately starts explaining. "I just- These girls kept asking me questions about you the whole day and since our.. the situation this morning I thought it would be best to not fuel the rumours even more. Like you said."

Switching between his eyes, you don't even know what to say to that. Because you indeed do not want them to spread anymore rumours about you. On the other hand, you can't deny the emotions you feel, especially right now, with one of his hands still holding yours.

"Did you tell them that I'm a wonderful colleague and that I'm attractive?", you hear yourself ask. You have no idea where that came from all of a sudden but somehow you do not even feel sorry for asking. The girls love gossiping and spreading rumours, but a tiny part in your heart still hopes that they did not just make all of it up.

You just need to know.

"What? No", Neville immediately responds with so much vehemence that you take a step back. Again, he realizes a bit too late what he said and you feel your heart crack. You should have been prepared for this, you asked for this, and yet it painfully stings.

"I mean", he tries again, getting ahold of both of your hands now, making you look up at him. "I didn't say those exact words. I- Well, I think they just saw the way I looked at you and probably realized something sooner than I did."

"Neville, you really don't need to justify yourself", you say, not wanting to hear any more to protect yourself but also not moving to leave.

"I'm not, Y/N. What I would have liked to tell them is that you are the most wonderful person I have ever met. You are smart, sweet, sometimes snarky, loyal, helpful and have those little quirks that drive me crazy. The way you are engrossed in your notes and keep pushing the strand of hair out of your face and chew on your lower lip. And I love the way you interact with the students. You can tell how much they adore you and that they see you as their role model", Neville tells you with so much adoration and determination that you think you must be dreaming.

"I love the daily teasing, the banter whenever you get upset about my plants but then help me with the potions I need anyway. And yes, I think you are absolutely beautiful", he continues, mending the crack in your heart. "But I couldn't possibly tell the students all that."

Lowering his head after exposing himself like that to you, showing vulnerability, you are at a loss for words. He said all the things you always wanted to hear from him but never even dreamt about them ever becoming true. Your silence makes him nervous, he shifts his weight from one leg to the other and breathes in deeply.

"They would certainly have loved that", you giggle then, placing your fingers under his chin to make him look up at you. When your eyes meet, he can see yours sparkling and shimmering like they never did before. "And I love you."

With that, you pull him in for a kiss. Neville is too perplexed for a few seconds to do anything, but then he relaxes into the kiss, his hand finding its way to the back of your head to pull you even closer. You relish in the feeling, of how your lips work against each other, of how your hands are pressed to his chest between your bodies.

You forget where you are and what could happen if someone came in any second, but you simply do not care. And Neville does not either as he softly pushes you against the desk in front of the classroom, smiling into the kiss as he says: "Let's spread more rumours then."

[justanoasisimagines]

Blurb (1)

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

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

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

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

[vilentia]

Love's Bloom

Neville Longbottom x reader

Summary: In the Hogwarts greenhouse, a heartfelt connection blossomed.

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Neville stood amidst the vibrant flora of the Hogwarts greenhouse, his hands carefully tending to a delicate Mandrake leaf. He was always at peace here, surrounded by the beauty and serenity of the magical plants he loved so dearly. But today, his heart fluttered with a different kind of magic.

As he lost himself in the rhythmic dance of leaves and petals, the soft footsteps of someone approaching caught his attention. He turned, his eyes meeting yours, and a warm smile blossomed across his face. There you were, the person who made his heart race faster than a Golden Snitch.

"Hey, Neville," you greeted him, your voice as sweet as a melody. The gentle hum of the Hogwarts castle in the background seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little world.

"Hello," he replied, his cheeks tinted with a soft blush that matched the vibrant hues of the flowers around you. "I didn't expect to see you here today."

You stepped closer, the delicate scent of blooming petals filling the air. "I wanted to find you," you admitted, your eyes locking onto his. "There's something I've been meaning to say."

Neville's heart skipped a beat, and he gently set aside the Mandrake leaf he'd been tending to. "What is it?" he asked, his voice laced with anticipation.

Your fingers reached out, lightly brushing against his as you closed the distance between you. "Neville, you're perfect to me," you whispered, your eyes shimmering with sincerity. "Everything about you, your kindness, your strength, your passion for magical plants—it all makes you perfect in my eyes."

Neville's heart swelled with emotion, and he took your hand in his, his touch as tender as the caress of a petal. "And you," he began, his gaze unwavering, "you're the magic in my world, the melody in my heart. You're perfect to me too."

In that moment, surrounded by the enchanting beauty of the greenhouse, you and Neville shared a love that was as timeless and enduring as the most resilient of magical plants. It was a love that, much like the song of a heart, would forever echo its sweet, perfect tune.

[miniwrites1]

The Target On Your Back - Theodore Nott

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

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

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

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

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

Something snapped inside you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Draco Malfoy 💚🖤

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As I continue writing I can’t help but think my FMC is probs always like:

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You belong with me(George Weasley) Part 1

Paring: George Weasley X Longbottom!Reader X Cedric Diggory.

Summary: your best friend George knows you deserve better. He wants to be that 'better' but to scared to say but after a burnt hand truth may come out. (A.U where Cedric doesn't die)

Prompts: 1.0) “I mean, it's nice they found each other Sometimes you fall for someone you'd never expect, but that doesn't make it wrong. Doesn't everyone deserve to be happy?”

1.6) “I need to know if it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever.” - “in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are”

This is for my buddy Ashlee, who hates Cedric with every fiber of her soul for no reason. There's no much Cedric bashing but he's not perfect in this story.

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--------(Potions Class, Snape)--------

I silently sat in my seat waiting for Professor Snape to start the lesson. He was running unusually late so that ment the class was mixed up and being social. Come to think of it this is the most talkative the class has ever been.

Except me, my boyfriend Cedric did most of the talking but ever since the tournament I've only been there to benfet him. It's technically not his fault really but what hurt was he wasn't around anymore. He would show a bright smile and laugh whole heartedly to anyone who would listen but then be too tired for anything else.

His laughter continued as he had his back to me taking to Harry and a couple of Hufflepuffs. Not complaining I silently read my book. It was a Muggle book professor Lupin gave me called The Outsiders. I was nose deep when something snapped against the hard-back cover.

I peaked from behind the book and saw a rubber band. I smiled already knowing it was my best friend George Weasley. I rolled my eyes as George leaned twords me from the desk that was acrossed from mine.

“hiya, George” I nodded my head twords Fred as I moved over to their table. Cedric didn't even realize my absence. “hay freddie”

As few minutes went on the twins explained their new product ideas and different renovation ideas for the shop they're gonna open when they're done with school. I nodded happy holding on to every word. Honestly I could listen to them talk all day, especially George. The three of us had been best friends since our 1st year and they never failed at making me laugh or made me feel out of place.

“in your seats everyone” Snape said as he stormed in the the room making everyone quite.

“the man sure knows how to make a whole room speechless” Fred mumbled. I snorted trying not to laugh out loud.

Snape whipped around book in hand. “turn to page 934”

Everyone did and 934-935 was covered with pictures and scribls of writing of a potions. A shape shifting potion to be exact. I raised an eye brow as me and Cedric read off the ingredients and the uses for the potion.

“this is unusual” Cedric mumbled. I just shrugged at the first words he's said to me all morning.

"as you can tell it's a little bit more complicated than your silly little minds can handle” Snape insulted. No one batted an eye as it was usual for him to treat this class in such manner. And yes, this class was mostly Hufflepuffs and had only a few Gryffindors.

“so you'll be working in groups” a couple of people nodded with no emotion and the others sighed in realife.

“this is an easy A” Cedric whispered. I nodded with nothing else to say. I was relieved that he wanted to pair up, it gave us extra time together but part of me knew I'd end up doing half of it while Cedric socialized. Even if he intentionally did it or not.

Our happy faces dropped slightly as Snape continued. “I'll be asing partners. Take a seat next to them when I can your names” a few brave people groaned and others just rolled their eyes.

“Diggory your with Chan” I felt my stomach turn as I heard the paring. I knew Cedric would never betray me like that but I see how Cho Chan looks at him. She gave him the same look Cedric gave me long ago.

Cedric patted my hand and left to set next to her. I gulped as Snape read off the names.

“Potter and Jorden”

“Brown and Johnson”

Snape then looked up and eyed the twins. They looked unfased and continued the stare down. “if you two think I trust you to be partners in this particular Potion you got another thing coming... Weasley and Longbottom” he said refusing to me.

Fred raised his hand in a smart-ass sort of way. “excuse me sir but... Which one”

Snape sighed and pointed to George. “which ever one you are work with Y/n Longbottom, the other one can go with Finnigan”

George happy sat next to me. I set up from my slouched potion and handed him a quill with as he flipped through his book.

“get started” Snape said bluntly.

As I was reading the steps I feel something soft touch my cheek. I batted away and continued reading. It came back again and this time it tickled more. I giggled and pushed the quill out of George's hand.

He laughed as he successfully got my attention. “which cauldron do you want to use?”

“we can use yours a guess” George nodded and got up to get his from his previous spot. As he did Cedric stared daggers into the ginger.

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The cauldron boiled a Creamy white liquid as I grinded and cut up the different ingredients for the spell. On my right was George stirring the pot and reading the book.

“what do they mean shread something pure?” Cedric said getting a little too stressed over the potion. This class had never been his strong suit, which is why it would have been an 'easy A' if we were partners.

“your supposed to shread the dandelion” I said walking next door to his table. Right when I went over to help Cedric and the cauldron explode and the hot liquid splashed on my hand. I hiss and jerked beck into George's chest.

I held my hand as the cauldron dumped all over the floor. George quickly pulled me back from the steaming puddle. Cho and I coughed from the steam as Cedric stood there dumbfounded.

“Weasley take miss. Longbottom to Madam Pomfrey, and for the love of Godric clean your mess Diggory”

“y/n im sorr-” he started but George pulled me along towards the door.

“watch what your doing next time, Champion” I hear Fred say as we leave for the Infirmary.

Dispite the burning I felt on my hand I felt security as George walked next to me with his arm around me. I felt my heart sweal as he wrapped my hand in his red handkerchief and continued to ask me if I was alright.

“seriously, I'm fine Georgie” I chuckled as he opened the door to hospital wing. He smiled brightly as he held the door for me.

“madam Pomfrey, we got a Burned hand” George called out. The older woman sighed from the back and the sound of her foot steps followed. “What did you boys do now?”

She looked surprised as she saw me clenching my hand as stood next to George. “my dear what happened?”

“Diggory Knocked a hot potion onto her hand” George said looking visibly upset. Madam Pomfrey led me to one of the beds and George followed without hesitation.

George helped me on the bed as Pomfrey brought a stool to set in front of me. “let me see, Dear” she said softly. I hissed as the fabric left my red hand. You couldn't miss Pomfrey's expression as she examined my hand. I looked down for the first time and my eyes bugged out.

On my first two fingers had a thing strip of red coiled all the way up from my nails from my knuckles and the whole top of my and and thumb was covered in a deep red with white blisters.

She sighed sympathetically as she carefully studied my hand. “What potions were you using Dear?”

“it was supposed to be a shape shifting potion” I sighed. “Diggory's didn't go as planned, Godric knows what was put in that heaping pile of crap” George said butting in. The more the thought of it, the angry he got and thst didn't go unnoticed.

“did you breath anything in?”

I nodded thinking back when Cho and I were coughing and hacking from the steam from the potion.

“well, I can use a spell to transfer the heat out of your skin, then we'll put an ointment on it, but since we're not quite sure what was in the cauldron you'll have to say the night or just intill the potion leaves your system” Pomfrey explained.

Next she pulled out her wand and gently touched it to the tip of my finger. She gently pulled back before anything happened. “this usually hurts so brace yourself”

The tip of her wand touch my finger again and this time I grabbed George's hand with my good one. The pain wasn't as bad as imagined, but It felt like someone was pulling hot needles out of my hand.

After a few seconds she was done but there was still white and red puss like things that clinged to my hand. I looked at it in disgust as Madam Pomfrey gently coated my hand on ointment the rapped bandges over it.

“after dinner I want you to come back and then we'll decide if you have to stay over night” Pomfrey said. Me and George both nodded as he helped me off the bed.

“keep an eye on that poor girl, George” Madam Pomfrey yelled as we left. My cheeks dusted red as George closed the door behind us. He look equally red but tried really hard to hide it.

It wasn't awkward or anything, we were close friends and the whole school basically knew we were best friends. But knowing that George went out of his way to take me to the hospital wign and even stayed when he didn't need to made the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.

“so, your on first name bases with Madam Pomfrey know?” I asked playfully bumping his shoulder with mine. All the professors and staff usually referred to as with our last names so I was genuinely curious.

George chuckled and looked down. “yeah, when your Pyro maniacs like my brother and I you end up in the hospital wign for miner injuries.”

I nodded remembering all the times him and Fred would disappear after a practical joke gonne wrong or when one of their fireworks backfired.

George laughed and wrapped his arm around me. “let's get some dinner, I'm starving”

“same, let's go”

As we walked into the great hall it was already fairly packed. I looked over at the Hufflepuff table and spotted Cedric getting tugged around by his 'fans' as they flashed around their 'Potter stinks' pins around.

My smile fell as he was once again busy. It was a big room, I knew that much so there was no reason to get upset with him. George shook his head at him and pulled me to the Gryffindor table Where our brothers, Hermione and Harry were.

“heard about the hand, you okay Sis?” Neville asked as I sat down across from him. I gave my little brother a reassuring look and nodded. “I'm fine Nev”

“that's not what Pomfrey said...” George mumbled. I nudgged him as Fred who was setting on the other side of me gave me a concerned look. I elbowed him then looked at my friends worried faces.

“I'm seriously fine, she just said I might have to stay the night because we didn't quit know what was in Cedric's Cauldron.”

Hermione eyes widened with consern. “Cedric did that?”

“really?” Neville asked surprised but also had a hint of anger to his voice.

“it was an accident!” I sighed.

“well that accident might keep you in the hospital wign tonight” George said taking a bite of his chicken.

As dinner was coming to an End my stomach started to turn and my chest felt like it was tighting around my heart the harder it pounded.

I gulped and set my fork down as the voices around me started to sound muffled then none existent.

“y/n!”

---☆☆☆☆☆☆☆---

“come on love” George's voice said faintly.

I winced as pounding progressed in my head. My eyes fluttered open as I adjusted to the sunlight that shined through the many windows.

I turned to my left and saw George's bright smile. Behind him was Neville, who was passed out in the bed next to mine.

“Hey, Darling how are you feeling?” I slightly smiled at the ginger I called my best friend.

“Why didn't anyone tell me?!” Cedric said suddenly making me jump by the sudden noise. Cedric then ran to my bed worried. George set back in his chair extending the space between us.

Cedric ran to my bed side and took my hand. His eyes full of concern and his expression was frazzled. He sat down next to me as George stared him down.

“he didn't seem to concerned yesterday, she's here because of him”

“thanks for staying with her Mate” Cedric said bringing George back to reality. George forced a smile at him but he couldn't hold back the sarcasm.

Before George could say anything Harry and Ron both peaked their heads in the room. “George, Neville Professor McGonagall is looking for you guys”

Neville set up from the bed beside mine and gave me a hug goodbye. “oh, how you feeling?” Ron asked. I smiled and held my thumb up.

“I'm good here, I'll catch her later” George responded. Cedric raised en eye browe. His face held a hint of jealousy as George stood his ground.

“it's fine go, I'll be here with her” Cedric said like he was trying to mark his territory. He stared down George and such a way I've never seen Cedric do.

“oh that makes me feel so much better” George mumbled under his breath. Cedric gave him a questioning look. “sorry, didn't catch that”

“nothing, I'll come by later N/n” George huffed as he lefted with his younger brother.

---☆☆☆☆☆☆☆---

“ced, let's go!”

“yeah, mate let's go”

Cedric's Friends continued to call him as he sat at my bedside. He looked over his shoulder and chuckled as his Hufflepuff friends flagged him down. He then looked at me with a questioning look. Not wanting to fight and feeling slightly hurt that he'd leave so quickly I just forced a smile.

“go ahead, I'll be here” he smiled big and kissed my lips passionately. “thank you love”

I stared at burned hand with a sorrowful. As soon as I heard the door latch I let the tears fall. Everything seemed to be hitting me and sitting here made me think. I felt hurt on how easy Cedric left, like I was second priority. But with George he never wanted to leave.

I couldn't shake the thought of how easy It is to be around George Weasley... How safe it is. He always knew how to make me smile or laugh no matter what I was feeling thst day. I loved how his brown eye held so much love and humor. His eyes could be so lively and loving and barely show any fire or hate.

“what's wrong my dear?” Madam Pomfrey voice said suddenly said. I turned my head towards her and the words started falling uncontrollably.

“I kissed him, but I wanted it to be someone else... Dose that make me a bad person?” I mumbled. Madam Pomfrey gave me a soft expression.

“no, I doesn't” she said softly. She smiled turned around. She turned back when I spoke again. I couldn't shake the feeling romance was pointless. Are boyfriends and girlfriends just supposed to be on the side lines till their partner wants them? Is there such thing as love? I think love is what I feel when I'm around George.

“I need to know if it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever.”

Madam Pomfrey turned around with a small smile “in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are”

“your still young dear, you'll find that someone” I nodded as she left.

Her words running through my brain over and over again.

[ashtheketchum]

Neville Longbottom X fem.Reader

A/N: I love Neville. And I will never... NEVER understand people, who don´t like him! >:0 He is so babygirl, how can someone hate him, what the hell!? QwQ Warning: fem.Reader, super fluff, shy Neville, shy Reader, A dress is specified (F/N) = Friend name Summary: You have to prepare for the ball and in the rehearsal class Neville asked you to dance. In the short time you have found a real interest in him and you hope that you can dance together at the ball.

The dress, that the Reader will wear (instead of red, you can just choose your fav. colour<3): (Credit: from Pinterest)!!!

PoV (Y/N):

All fourth years should gather to discuss something with Professor McGonagall. Nobody knew what was going on, everyone was focused on the tournament. We were divided into girls and boys. The boys sat on one side of the room and the girls on the opposite side. In the middle stood Professor McGonagall and she said something.

I looked at her, yawning, trying to stay awake. My best friend (F/N) pushed me and I watched confused as Ron Weasley and the professor danced together. We looked at each other for a moment before chuckling quietly and holding back from laughing out loud. ,, Gentlemen! Don’t be so shy, ask the lady to dance!” Professor McGonagall suddenly shouted loudly.

As if on command, we girls stood up and looked at the boys. However, they remained seated and acted as if they had not heard McGonagall's request. Grinning, I looked at my best friend, who returned my grin. ,, And? Who do you think will question you?” I asked her. “Do you mean now, or at the ball?” "I mean now, you idiot. We won’t be going to the dance floor at the ball anyway.” My best friend sighed loudly and rolled her eyes

But suddenly we saw someone from the boys side get up. It was Neville. Neville Longbottom. I knew him because accidents were always happening to him, but we weren't friends. Even though he looked incredibly good with long hair. He swallowed hard before walking towards the girls. "Maybe he'll ask you." My best friend giggled and nudged me. I hissed quietly in annoyance before looking away. But as soon as I looked away, she nudged me again.

At first I wanted to look at her angrily, but then I saw Neville in front of me. He held out his hand and looked at me nervously. I felt everyone looking at us and I had to swallow hard too. Humming, I nodded and took his hand gently. He immediately grinned widely and we slowly started dancing. Thanks to Neville, a few more boys now dared to ask the girls about dancing and after 5 minutes everyone was dancing with someone. Ron was also fortunately let go by McGonagall and he asked a girl to dance with him.

While I danced with Neville, we either looked deeply into each other's eyes or at our feet. I had my hand on his shoulder and he had his on my hip. He was so gentle that his fingers barely touched me, he was either afraid to touch me or incredibly respectful. But from what I thought of Neville, it was probably both.

When the dance lesson was over, we were sent to our rooms. As homework we should continue practicing the dance steps. My best friend and I went back to our room and we talked. "Don't you want to study, (Y/N)? Your husband is just waiting to dance with you again.” (F/N) was just teasing me. My face was very flushed and I hissed loudly as she kept teasing me about Neville. I wasn't ashamed to dance with him, but there was no need to pick on it either. "Your dance partner wasn't any better." I rolled my eyes as (F/N) protested.

Even though I didn't want to admit it, I really had fun dancing with Neville. He made sure I didn't lag behind, had respect and always looked at me lovingly. And his long hair, I could fall in love with it! I would love to run my fingers through them and scratch his head. Just the thought made me blush and cough loudly, making my best friend look shocked. But then she grinned widely. "Oh my Merlin…! You have a crush on Neville?!” She suddenly shouted loudly.

Panicked, I slapped my hand over her mouth and looked at her sternly. "Shh! Scream louder and maybe the Muggles will hear you!” I admonished her before removing my hand. (F/N) put her hand to her mouth and she looked at me in shock. But happily shocked, I wasn't expecting that to be honest. "Neville!? Ok, wow…! I never thought he was your type!” "I-I think there's something you don't understand…!" My best friend looked at me teasingly, which only made me blush even redder. Coughing, I got up and went to the door of our room. "I-I'm going to take a bath now…!"

<Time Skip>

Only two days left before the ball. And still no one had asked me. (F/N) was lucky enough to go with Dean. I was happy for her, but somehow disappointed that I hadn't been asked yet. In fact, my parents even sent me a dress that looked just perfect. I liked it a lot, but what good would a great dress do if I wasn't even going to be invited to the ball?

Sighing, I walked through the halls of Hogwarts and looked around a bit. This school was really beautiful, even though we never really had a quiet year until now. But that was kind of magical about it. I was lost in my thoughts until… "(Y/N)!" Someone suddenly called out my name. I was thrown out of my thoughts and I looked towards the direction my name came from. George and Fred ran towards me, holding Neville's hands. Overwhelmed, I looked at all three as they stopped in front of me and looked at me. Well, Neville looked down more because he had to take a deep breath. George and Fred looked at me and grinned. Not wanting to be rude, I returned her grin with a slight smile.

"Hello, George… Fred… Neville…" "(Y/N), we have here…" Fred began. "... A person who wants to ask you something." George finished the sentence. It was always amusing to hear how they spoke and never made any mistakes. The power of the twins. They both pointed at Neville, who just looked at me nervously. His cheeks were very flushed and he couldn't look me in the eyes. Slightly curious, but also confused, I tilted my head and I looked at him. "Yes, Neville? You want to ask me something?”

"A-ah…! Y-yeah… well I, um…” He stuttered more than he had to. I grinned at him, amused, but in a loving way. My heart beat much faster and my cheeks also turned red. In the background I heard the twins laughing and making bets, which also made me grin slightly. Neville took a deep breath before looking me seriously in the eyes. "P-please go to the ball with me! If no one has asked you yet, of course…” He murmured the last sentence quietly.

Giggling, I nodded slightly and went over to him to ruffle his hair. I stroked them out of his face and I looked at him lovingly. Goosebumps appeared on my skin and I took a deep breath. It felt even better than I imagined. "I would like to go to the ball with you, Neville…" I then whispered quietly before giving him a kiss on the cheek and walking away. I staggered to the twins again before making my way to my room.

In this one I laughed as hard as I could. My roommates tried to call a teacher to calm me down, but I calmed down again by myself. Well, I had stopped laughing anyway. So I now had a date to the ball with Neville. Somehow I was really happy, but I was also very nervous. In such a short time, the most innocent person in the world had me wrapped around his finger without even wanting it.

<Time Skip>

The day of the ball had come. I had my dress on and matching make-up too. (You can think of what your hairstyle looks like yourself). I nervously walk with my best friend to the Great Hall, where Neville and Dean were waiting for us. Both wore suits and talked to each other. Neville had even done his hair. ,, Good luck." (F/N) and I whispered to each other again before the two boys saw us.

Dean and Neville grinned widely and they both walked over to us so they could take our hands. (F/N) bowed slightly to Dean, just as he bowed to her, before they went to the Great Hall. I smiled sweetly at Neville as he bowed to me and gently kissed my fingertips. Chuckling, I bowed slightly as well and I squeezed his hand gently. "Shall we go?" Neville just nodded at my question and we walked into the Great Hall.

It was beautiful inside the great hall. Everything was beautifully decorated and there were lots of different people walking around with beautiful clothes. Neville and I stood at the edge so that the competitors in the tournament could dance first. We were silent but listened to the music. "Y-you look… great in this dress… w-well you always look great, but especially in this dress…" Neville whispered to me. His words made my heart flutter and I smiled softly at him. "Thank you… the suit look also very good on you…" I then replied and laughed quietly.

Neville grinned at me briefly before looking forward again. The first couples went to the dance floor and started dancing to the music. We watched them briefly before I looked at Neville. Neville looked at me softly and I gave him a small nod, telling him we could dance too. You could practically see the joy in Neville's eyes, which made me smile.

On the dance floor, he gently placed his hand on my hip and I placed mine on his shoulder. Our other two hands held each other and we slowly started dancing. Somehow I regretted that I hadn't taken this homework and practicing dancing seriously, because my fear of stepping on Neville's toes was getting bigger and bigger. Without noticing, I was staring at our shoes so I wouldn't step on his feet. Neville seemed to notice this and looked at me worriedly. ,, (Y/N)…? Are you okay?” His question made my head snap up. My face was bright red and I was stuttering something to myself. "Um…! Yes! I'm sorry…! I-I… I don't want to step on your toes, to be honest…" I then admitted quietly.

Neville chuckled softly before looking at me. "We're students, (Y/N)… we can make mistakes… a-and if you step on my toes, it won't hurt…" His words actually calmed me down a little and I sigh softly. I hadn't even realized I was holding my breath. "B-but I want to look at you… while we dance… please…?" His request melted me and I looked at him dreamily for a moment. Smiling, I then nodded and I laughed quietly. "Ok… I'm sorry…" "Everything's ok, (Y/N)… let's just have a great time…"

The whole evening was just great. The music slowed down and more and more people left the dance floor. There were maybe only 7 couples left in the area, and two of them were Dean and (F/N) and Neville and me. Neville and I had chatted for a bit before getting closer. Neville had both his hands on my waist and I had mine wrapped around his neck. I laid my head on his chest and we both closed our eyes and relaxed. "(Y/N)… may I ask why you wanted to dance with me…?" Neville suddenly asked quietly. I opened my eyes again and looked up at him.

"You asked me if I wanted to go to the ball with you… and…" I shyly played with his collar slightly before smiling at him. It didn't do me any good to hide anything, especially from Neville. His puppy eyes made me soften and all I could do was tell him the truth. "… I've really taken a liking to you since the first dance lesson with you…" My words made Neville blush and he looked at me in shock. He stopped and looked deep into my eyes. He was probably looking for some hint of lie in my eyes, but he couldn't find any. My eyes were full of honesty and love as I looked into his eyes.

"Y-you… like me…? So in the sense of… you love me…?” He then asked again. His uncertainty made me laugh a little, but I also nodded slightly. "Yes… I love you, Neville…" I then confessed to him and I looked lovingly into his eyes. It was as if we were the only people in the room. He also looked deep into my eyes before leaning towards me. "C-can I kiss you…?" He then whispered quietly. He had already closed his eyes slightly, so turning him away now would break his heart. ,, It would be a honour to me…" I then accepted his question with a grin.

The next moment I felt Neville's lips on my lips and I closed my eyes in relaxation. I happily stood on my tiptoes and sighed relaxedly against his lips. Neville's grip around my waist tightened, but it remained loving and respectful. When we pulled away from each other, we looked deep into each other's eyes. "I love you too, my rose…" He then murmured softly against my lips. His words made me grin and I pressed my lips to his again.

[thestralluvr]

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.”

My first post! I hope you guys enjoyed!

[siriusblackloml]

Kinktober 2023 - siriusblackloml

intro: my first ever kinktober!! guys i am SO excited for this month and all the fun prompts i have planned hehe. for those who do not know, i am in school full time, student government, dance club, and am currently in practicum. ah! that's a lot! due to this full schedule, i will not be posting something for every day of october. sorry! maybe next year i'll make it up to you guys :) let's jump into the rules!

rules: i am NOT taking requests specifically for kinktober. yes, my inbox is still open, but i will not include any of your requests for my kinktober schedule. all of my writings will follow my typical rules/expectations. click this link to check out my rules and my character list! - these are only going to be blurbs, not necessarily a whole one shot!

schedule: the following list is the schedule i have set for myself this kinktober. if you want to be tagged in every post, please comment "TAG ME" on this post in order to added to my taglist!

SIRIUSBLACKLOML KINKTOBER 2023 SCHEDULE October 2nd: Fingering | Harry Potter October 6th: Hickies | Ron Weasley October 9th: Getting head | Hermoine Granger October 13th: Blowjob | Neville Longbottom October 16th: Dom!Reader | Draco Malfoy October 20th: Dry humping | George Weasley October 23rd: Doggy | Spanking | Tom Riddle October 27th: Leash | Sirius Black October 30th: Breeding/Creampie | Remus Lupin October 31st: Soggy Cookie Challenge | Marauders

make sure to spread the word! can't wait to see y'all in october <3

TAGLIST: @calmspencer, @baddiebbarbietngz, @slytherclaw1978, @serendipitous-fernweh

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With Care, Neville

Neville Longbottom’s perspective on Dramione

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POLL POLL POLL

we're getting there

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Regrets - Neville Longbottom x Female Reader (One Shot)

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨sweetpandorabox୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Synopsis: You and the known incompetent Gryffindor, Neville Longbottom have been in a relationship together for a year now. He couldn't be more perfect as a partner he's sweet, affectionate yet shy and he's the best he can be around you. There isn't really a word to justify how joyful the both of you were, but now coming into your 2nd year of dating a certain boy has caught your attention more than you like, you had no problem committing to Neville fully before because you love him, but somehow this particular boy has changed your mind that made it hard. To sum it up you're in love with Neville and another, but your solution to this was to cheat due to you being scared of letting Neville go, yet wanting to pursue more with the other not realizing how much you'd regret your decisions in the end.

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Female Reader

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

Terms 📖:

Y/N : Your name

Y/L/N : Your last name

Y/E/C : Your eye color

Y/H/C: Your hair color

Warnings⚠️: Angst & Cheating

Word Count : 3,372

✯¸.•´¨*•✿ Regrets ✿•*¨`•.¸✯

The great hall was bustling and lively with chatter amongst chatter during tonight's supper, you sat next to your boyfriend Neville wrapping your left hand around his arm as he chats away with Dean and Seamus about an upcoming assignment in Transfiguration. Your eyes were wandering around as you feed yourself a piece of your dinner before your eyes landed on the Ravenclaw table across the room. You didn't know it but you were looking for a particular person, a person you've had your eyes on who's able to look at you once and managed to shout everything out like the world is meant for no one but the two of you, and there he was. Your eyes landed on the dark skin boy with eyes so alluring it drives you into madness, sitting next to Anthony Goldstein and Terry Boot, Michael Corner was discussing something amongst the two other boys, something funny that brought a smile to his face that flutters your stomach with butterflies. You stared at him with adoration sparkling in your eyes before Michael's eyes meet yours, you panicked at the sudden eye contact with the long-haired Ravenclaw boy but all he did was smile almost in a flirtatious way before getting back to his friends.

Your heart managed to skip 2 beats faster as he left you there love-struck, he's even managed to redden your cheeks and left a feeling you never felt for another aside from Neville. "Uhm Petal, hello are you alright?" Neville asks gently as he lay a hand on your lap, his touch managed to awaken you and bring you back to consciousness over what's going on around you. Dean, Seamus, and Neville simultaneously gave you a confused yet concerned look wondering what had your attention just then "Oh Uhm yes I-I was just, I'm sorry did you guys say something?" you failed to explain, giving each of them an equally apologetic look over your sidetracked. Neville gave you a sympathetic smile before repeating the question he just asked you, "It's alright flower, I and the others were wondering what topic you're going to choose for your essay in transfiguration" he repeated kindly rubbing your thigh under the table, "Oh I see well I was thinking..." you went on to explain what your plan was to the three boys before finishing the last bit of your dinner and heading back to the Gryffindor tower with the others.

After walking up several changing stairs hand in hand with your tall boyfriend Neville to keep steady you've finally reached the 7th floor before Seamus gave the fat lady a password "Caput Draconis", she opens the door welcoming and letting every Gryffindor student inside the common room after a fulfilling dinner. You make your way inside the warm red and gold-themed common room watching as everyone makes their separate ways, some head to bed, some stick around to sit on the couch with friends, and some sit on the available table with chairs opening books to revise today's lesson or homework that they might have got. You let out a tiresome sigh before getting on your tippy toes and wrapping your arms around the shy Gryffindor's neck looking up at him, "I think I'm heading to bed early tonight, I've got a competitive quidditch game against Ravenclaw tomorrow after all and Harry's been making us train like there's no tomorrow" you explained before giving Neville's soft and angel-like lips a quick kiss. He kissed you back before letting a shy smile slip out afterward before pulling your waist close to him with his hands.

"Of course flower, that sounds like a good idea, I wouldn't want you to be tired and worn out before tomorrow's game" He replied kissing you once more. You giggled during the kiss leaving Neville to giggle too, You stared deep into his ethereal emerald-like eyes rubbing his left cheek with your thumb. "Will be there to watch me play tomorrow? and you know to come and support me?" you asked gently, his smile grew bigger "Trust me petal I wouldn't miss it for the world, I'm your biggest fan" he stated before turning around telling you to hop on his back for a piggyback ride to your shared dorm room, leaving the both of you to roar with laugher ending the night in the best mood possible reminding you that this is the reason why you fell in love with the shy and the underestimated Neville Longbottom in the first place. The morning went by fast, you scarf down your cereal quickly to gain just enough energy throughout the whole Quidditch game, Neville had given you a good luck kiss an hour ago during breakfast and you instructed him to meet you inside the great hall for lunch after the game has finished since you'll take a while to shower and change.

"All right everyone all I wanted from each and every one of you today is to play your hardest and give it all that you've got, we've trained so hard for this and I couldn't be prouder" Harry mentioned before continuing with what game strategies he's expecting form each member of the Gryffindor quidditch team, all the talking and the bustling cheers outside the team tents with audience upon audience waiting for the game to start brought the feeling of nausea as nervousness swarms your whole body, but all you had to do is fiddle with a bracelet Neville had given you after the both of you shared your first kiss together and say the words I love you for the first time on that cold December night. It's a brown leather string beaded with beautiful green and turquoise beads, and a silver sunflower is placed as the centerpiece of the bracelet. It brought a smile to your face and a sense of comfort no one nor other objects could. "I got you this because I always want you to know that no matter how scared, how nervous or how sad you are that I'll always be here for you even if I'm not there physically, I love you flower and there's no one else in this world I'd rather be with" he murmured to you gently.

The memories of his words and the kiss the both of you shared calm your nerves down, leaving you with a stupid smile on your face, and before you know it your team has marched into a 2 single file line ready to fly out the team tents as the game is about to begin, and the rest was a blur. "200 - 40 to us what a game" Harry excitedly shouts inside the team tents, "Okay everyone each and everyone one of you has done a tremendous job today, you can change now. We shall celebrate later on at lunch" Harry dismissed the team before heading for the boys changing rooms, you've felt proud about all the blocking you did today, being a Gryffindor keeper after Oliver Wood has lifted your self-esteem extremely high not to mention the look of proudness displayed on Michael Corner's face at your performance it made you extremely joyful leaving a visible blush on your cheek as you entered the shower. "Hey Y/N, some of the boys are planning to throw our quidditch team a celebratory party inside the common room tonight at 9 are you coming? Katie Belle asks kindly before heading out the door with Ginny behind her, you smile back holding your towel close to your body after coming out of the showers, "Oh yeah of course I'll be there I'll see you girls at lunch in a bit though" you replied excitedly as Katie and Ginny part ways with you.

You hurriedly put on your jeans and a bra before taming your wet and shiny hair after a long and hot shower, since you were the last one in here you wouldn't want to be late for lunch leaving Neville waiting there all alone, but just before you have a chance to pull your wand out to dry your hair, you heard "Hey great blocking out there today" a familiar voice rings out, you paused for a second before turning around to find Michael Corner sitting on the bench seat next to your belongings. "M-Michael wow I-I uh thanks, you weren't too bad out there yourself" you stammered blushing hard at his compliment, he chuckled before raising himself up and making his way closer to you. "You know I saw the way you were looking at me. In class, in the great hall, and all the time we ran into each other in the hallways" he teased scanning you up and down as if he spotted something so worthy to him, your whole body was inflamed with fire by how close he was getting to you, you couldn't look him in the eye as all you can do is smile to yourself as he tucked a piece of your wet and shiny Y/H/C hair behind your ear. "Also I've never noticed just how special you are, you're gorgeous and you're a talented Quidditch star... I'm baffled about why you're going out with a loser like Neville instead of somebody like me".

Michel's words strike a sort of guilt inside your heart because of how much you've taken an interest in the Ravenclaw boy when you're supposed to focus on the one person you're with, Neville. "Where is she? everyone from the Gryffindor team has arrived, she should be here by now" Neville mentioned to Dean and Seamus as he shake his leg nervously under the table. Dean and Seamus looked at each other simultaneously before Dean encourage Neville to go find you himself, "Oh good idea Dean you know what I'll just bring her BLT sandwich and some water while I'm at it, lunch is about to end soon anyways I'll see you guys tonight at the party" Neville farewelled the boys as they did vice versa. After a minute of silence, you finally gathered the courage to look up at Michael's face only to find him staring at you the entire time leaving the both of you to chuckle, finally, Michael made a move to caress your cheek gently leaning in close as you did the same before your lips touched each other, tuning the once gentle kiss into a hungry and much needed one, he placed on hand on your cheek and one on your hips to pull you close to him while both of your hands rest nicely on his muscular chest not knowing who'd just witnessed the forbidden kiss.

After a while, you decided to pull away from his kiss, unable to open your eyes from the event before hearing a noise of a flask full of liquid and a paper bag fall on the floor that burst your eyes open, and there he was. The guy you've loved for a year standing there with tears puddling in his eyes with his mouth gaped open as he was in shock before taking no time at all to turn around and leave you behind, but something in you finally strikes as you break free off Michael's touch and quickly grab on a shirt and wore it calling out after Neville out the door. "Neville.. wait love please just wait" you shout out as he stops dead on his track, "Y-You... I-I thought you loved me, I thought I was good enough for you...you said it yourself" he sobs unable to face you clenching his two fists by his side, your heart shattered at his expressions still unable to processes how big of a mistake you've just made. "N-Neville I love you. I love you so much and it-it wasn't you love I swear, I- I made that choice on my own. I don't know what came over me and I haven't been quite honest with you either, I've taken an interest in Michael since September of this year there's just something about him that...that drives me crazy and he drove me away from what I'm supposed to care for the most and that person is you" you admitted, "I'm sorry Neville I love you and I wasn't ready to leave you but I really fancied Michael and I really wanted t be with him too b-but".

"You were selfish" Neville murmured with another sob, "Stay away from me, I never want you to talk to me, or be around me ever again let alone look at me... I've loved you Y/N Y/L/N but apparently, I wasn't enough for you... have a nice life" Neville sobs before rushing away towards the Hogwarts castle, your heartaches with pain and guilt as your brain finally comprehends that you've lost the love of your life over a forbidden kiss, someone who's been there for your through your happiest moments and saddest moments, your best friend and your guardian. You realize no one and nothing can ever compare to him but finally, tears start streaming down your face bit by bit over your loss. After an unfortunate day you spent most of it alone worrying about Neville and being ashamed about what you did, but the afternoon sky is slowly replaced by an evening one reminding you that it's time to head back inside the castle, you've skipped dinner tonight and headed straight for your common room only to find the place blazed with student celebrating over today's win with butter beers and music blaring over somebody's phonograph. But none of that particular things pique your interest because right now you're scanning all over the room for the one and only Neville Longbottom, but of course, you didn't find him out here so you quickly take yourself through the crowd only to bump into Seamus Finnigan himself.

"Oh, Seamus thank Merlin have you seen Neville anywhere tonight?" you asked with worries trailing behind your voice only to find Seamus giving you a disgusted and disappointed look, "You know Neville told me and Dean about what happened at the changing rooms this afternoon, just so you know me and Dean are beyond disgusted over you action Y/N, Neville loved you wholeheartedly and would give you the world if he could and you know that, in the meantime don't attempt to talk to either me or Dean. There's no use of you asking his whereabouts we're not going to tell you" he warned in an aggressive tone before heading back to the boy's dormitory area. You were left empty inside as if a dementor has performed a kiss on you, and at times like this when you needed Neville the most he was not here and won't be anymore. Several weeks have passed since the cheating scandal, the first 2 days were rough for both of you, Neville would show up to class with swollen eyes, and the area under his eyes was red because of the obsessive rubbing of tears, he was broken, broken enough that even Draco Malfoy himself didn't have the power to pick on him for a week, and he wouldn't show up to breakfast, lunch or dinner either for that 2 days unless Dean and Seamus drag him out to do so.

And as for you people started to piece the puzzle together that something happened between you and Neville, and as gossip would pass around like Chinese whispers people found out about the scandal quickly, but the worst part is that Michael Corner defended himself and told everyone that you made the move first by coming on to him inside the guys changing rooms after quidditch, so people wouldn't paint him as the bad guy. But you didn't bother to clear the gossip, all you care about is getting Neville back to you and apologizing. But every time you tried, he leaves you alone and acts like you don't exist and it's the same when he's around his friends just that when you approach Seamus and Dean would tell you to go away as you weren't wanted there, it was tough and Neville wasn't the only one who's been crying but after that has passed, Neville looked so much better, he started being the normal him again and focusing on what he loves most which are herbology, and he starts smiling and laughing again like he used to which made you happy but extremely miserable because he's moving on and part of the moving on processes is to not associate himself with you in any way shape or form, he doesn't even look at you, he just passed you by like you're just another ghost roaming around the Hogwarts grounds.

While he's back to normal you weren't, you're heartbroken and you wake up every morning regretting what you did and falling asleep to a stream of salty tears down your face. There's not one day where you stop regretting what you did but now here you are, sitting down at the red and gold table for yet another breakfast before class sitting quite further away from Neville so you won't ruin his mood or day toying around your spoon inside your cereal filled bowl not taking a single bite of it as the once crisp cereal turns soggy, all you can do is stare, stare at Neville's much happier face you haven't seen in awhile being surrounded by the people who cares about him most like his friends and a new herbology book he's been carrying around and reading for a few days. Looking at him had floated back all the happiest memory you have with him front and center, bringing a sense of sadness and loneliness right back just like day one but all you can do now is fiddle with your bracelet which you've never taken off despite you and Neville separation, for some reason you couldn't let it go as it was the only reminder that Neville had loved you once.

Tears start puddling in your eyes as you keep your head down low hoping no one would notice your clear signs of sadness trying your best to not let those tears fall down your cheek in a room full of people. Once you've composed yourself enough you looked back at Neville who's excusing himself from his friends with his Herbology book in hand heading for the exit out of the great hall. All you wanted to do at this point is stand up and yell at him to stop so you could just kiss him in front of everyone and show him how sorry you are and how much you regretted your choice, but your feet feel bound to the ground as you're unable to make yourself do so, and as you watched him go, Thud! Neville has bump himself into the small-figured Hannah Abbott, knocking all the books she's been carrying into the ground, luckily it didn't catch anyone else's attention but Hannah quickly laughed the whole thing off and apologized as did Neville, but before she could pick them up Neville insisted on picking it up for her and as he got up to hand her book back their hand brushed against each other.

You couldn't quite see Neville's reaction since his back is turned on you but Hannah's face was notably bright pink as she suddenly couldn't hold eye contact with the emerald-eyed boy. She thanked him greatly and he told her not to worry about it, but a couple minutes later went by before Neville rubbed the back of his neck signifying that he was indeed nervous, but he proceeds to ask her something and she gladly accepted it with a smile and the next thing you know you watched as Neville offered to carry some of her books for her as they walk out side by side laughing and smiling at each other as those tears you tried so hard to hide finally emerges back in your Y/E/C pair of eyes, but this time you let them fall freely down as you watched the guy who used to love you walked away from you leaving you to live with the feeling of regret.

What the bracelet looks like in my head 👆🏻

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Dedicated to all the women out there who are currently being frozen in their homes this summer by their ridiculously hot husbands (no not that kind of hot...)