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[emotionalsupporthufflepuff]

Paneville smooching on the sidewalk 😌😘

Pansy wouldn't say she's the jealous type…

Well, not out loud anyway. 

But she holds Nevilles hand at every opportunity, partly to keep him from wandering into the road because he's thinking about Devils Snare, or because that one he saw a particularly wilted pot of violets outside a restaurant,asked if he could rescue them and forgot entirely he was supposed to be picking up dinner…

Ok, so it's a major reason - 

But the other reason is that Pansy sees everything he doesn't. 

The little glances from women and men. The sparky sideways glares at her or worse the occasional hand held above a mouth to cover a whisper. 

Today, its a run in with the ex on a deserted city sidewalk. 

Hannah Abbott is nice. She's pretty and she's sweet- 

But she has a staring problem. Her eyes can't seem to break away from the abject horror that is there clasped hands. 

She even gives Neville an awkward side hug before walking off, still glancing back. 

Pansy waits, counting in her head before leaning up on her toes and kissing Neville, who though surprised,  leans in and returns it with vigor.

[hprarepairnet]

We are back from our challenge hiatus and are here to honor the Battle of Hogwarts for the month of May! 

Our challenge for May will be focused on our favorite pairings and how they coped (or didn’t cope) during the war! This challenge will go from May 1st to May 31st!

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[slytherdornet]

We are back from our challenge hiatus and are here to honor the Battle of Hogwarts for the month of May!

Our challenge for May will be focused on our favorite pairings and how they coped (or didn’t cope) during the war! This challenge will go from May 1st to May 31st!

This challenge is being run by us at the @slytherdornet and the @hprarepairnet, but it is open to anyone that would like to participate. There are a few things you need to keep in mind if you would like to be involved:

These edits can be made for any Slytherin x Gryffindor pairing or any pairing considered rare across the HP fandom.

If you make an edit of a rare-pair that is not between a Slytherin x Gryffindor, only the @hprarepairnet will reblog the edit. The @slytherdornet will only reblog content having to do with Slytherin x Gryffindor pairings.

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[nxrcissamxlfoy]

@quidditchleaguenet‘s october challenge : favorite ships | p a n s y  x  n e v i l l e

“plants not people, except for you.”

[panevillenet]

Hello everyone!! Welcome to the new year and to the month of love! I apologize that we did not have a challenge this past month, but here is one for February!

This month’s theme, The Morning After, comes byway of the wonderful @crimsongoldqueen ! She fabulously suggested this prompt for the new month.

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[jisungjuice]

Merry Christmas @thewaterfalcon !!!! I’m your Secret Santa and I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and a lovely 2018 filled with Paneville Neville Longbottom.

Her heart stopped.

Pansy choked on her porridge and had a coughing fit that lasted almost a minute before Daphne sat next to her and clapped her on the back a few times.

“Are you alright?”

Pansy nodded and took a deep breath before speaking. “Guess who I got for Secret Santa?”

Daphne covered her ears and shook her head resolutely. “Don’t tell me! It defeats the purpose of the game!”

Pansy rolled her eyes. “Alright. I won’t tell you.” She gathered her things, she didn’t think she could eat anymore after almost choking to death. “But if you get a big pile of coal as a present, that’s from me.”

.

The Slytherin common room was almost deserted. Pansy sat there, lying down on one of the sofas and doodling in the air with her wand, which left a trail of black, floating ink that disappeared after a few seconds.

Of all the students in her year, she had to get Longbottom. It could have been some random Ravenclaw or a fellow Slytherin, but no. Now she was feeling like she actually had to put some thought into this, instead of buying the first thing that crossed her path and cost less than three galleons.

She dropped her hand and placed her wand on her chest. The tiny piece of paper was still in her other hand, and she opened it again in front of her and read Neville’s name again.

“Wow!”

Pansy sat up straight, clutching her wand and the paper to her chest as her heart jumped up to her throat. When she looked round, she saw Draco straightening up from behind the sofa, where he had been crouching and reading the same piece of paper as Pansy. She sighed in relief for a moment before sending him a death glare.

“Theo! Blaise!” Draco shouted as he smirked at Pansy. “You got to see this!”

Pansy quickly broke the piece of paper in half and stuffed it into the pocket of her robes. “Shut up, Draco!”

Theo and Blaise walked in form the boy’s dormitories, looking curious.

“I just found out who Pansy got for Secret Santa,” Draco told them. “It’s hilarious.”

“Nice,” Theo said as he took a seat on one of the armchairs.

Blaise did the same, smiling wickedly at Pansy, who crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back in her seat, as if she didn’t mind.

Draco sat down next to her and threw an arm around her shoulders. “Let’s guess, shall we? We’ll all say the name at the count of three.”

Pansy frowned at the three boys.

“One. Two. Three…”

“Longbottom!”

The three of them had spoken at the same time, leaving Pansy wide-eyed and more confused than ever. How did they know?

They laughed at her expression, and Pansy had half a mind to leave, but she was really curious as to why this was happening. She waited patiently until their laughter subdued, giving them the dirtiest looks she could munster.

“Quite finished?” She asked after a while, staring particularly at Blaise and Theo. “How the bloody hell do you know that?”

“Oh please,” Blaise said, straightening his robes as though his laughing fit had messed them up. “There was only one person who could get you so flustered and upset at the same time.”

Pansy dropped her jaw. “I am not flustered!” But even as she said so, her cheeks started feeling a little hot.

“You should be glad,” Theo told her. “You get to show him how much you fancy him with a present. You need to get him the perfect gift.”

Pansy opened her mouth, intending to say that she most definitely did not fancy Neville Longbottom, but the way she all looked at her made her shut right up.

Draco moved even closer to her, patting her shoulder sympathetically. “I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you haven’t stopped staring at him ever since we came back to Hogwarts. I will admit that he’s gotten quite fit, but your obsession is pathetic.”

Pansy rolled her eyes. “You lot have no idea what you’re talking about. Me and Longbottom? Seriously?”

Blaise leaned forward on his seat, looking at Pansy with a serious expression. “Pansy…you’re almost as smitten as these two with Potter.”

She gasped.

“What?” both Theo and Draco said at the same time.

The three boys started arguing, but Pansy wasn’t listening anymore. She was suddenly very nervous about this stupid gift exchange and she didn’t understand why, but Theo’s words kept repeating inside her mind.

You need to get him the perfect gift.

.

This was the first time Pansy was in the Room of Requirement. She had heard a lot about it from Draco, and she had been looking forward to seeing it when they announced they would be using it to celebrate the eight years Christmas party and Secret Santa. But right this second, knowing that she would have to stand in front of everyone as Neville Longbottom opened his present from her, she’d rather be anywhere else.

Whoever decorated the room, clearly took it very seriously. It was very Christmas-y, but thankfully not too corny, because Pansy felt sick enough already. Her classmates were pouring into the room, chatting happily and some already trying the food that had been laid on a large table.

Pansy found Daphne and went to sit next to her, hoping that some of her other friends would join too, but they all seemed too busy socializing to people from other houses. As she scanned the room for Draco, Theo, and Blaise, she spotted him. Neville stood a few inches taller than most people in his circle of friends, except for Ron Weasley, and was wearing deep burgundy robes that greatly suited him. That is, until Pansy noticed that he had mismatched socks. She smiled to herself.

When she turned back around, Daphne was looking at her suspiciously, but Pansy ignored her and wished she had a drink.

As if someone had heard her, suddenly a glass of white wine popped into existence right next to her, floating delicately and waiting for Pansy to take it. She jumped a little, but then remembered where she was and smirked. “Maybe this party won’t be too bad.”

The Secret Santa began rather soon, as everyone was too excited and they were too many, meaning it would take a long time to finish.

Dean Thomas received a small set to make magical paintings that moved, which took a long time for him to guess that they were from fellow Gryffindor Lavender Brown. Then, she got some flying makeup brushes from Terry Boot, who received a deluxe selection of chocolate truffles from Goyle.

With each person that went into the middle of the giant circle to pick up their present and guess who it was from, Pansy got more and more nervous. Any moment now it could be Neville’s turn. She wondered who had gotten him as his Secret Santa, and what present he had gotten for them. She feared it would be better than what she had gotten him, and that she hadn’t spent enough on his present. But there was nothing to do now but wait. Wait and drink another glass of wine.

Daphne was up next, and her gift was a lovely necklace. The note that came with it suggested that her Secret Santa was from Hufflepuff, and after a couple of failed attempts, she guessed Hannah Abbot correctly. Hannah opened a large parcel decorated with green wrapping paper and dried flowers, and when she revealed the exotic-looking plant inside, Pansy’s stomach dropped.

“Neville!” Hannah said at once, running towards him and wrapping him in a big hug.”Thank you so much!”

Pansy put the glass of wine on the floor and sat up straighter. She could see Blaise in her field of vision, clearly trying to get her attention to laugh at her, but Pansy’s eyes were fixed on the table in the center of the circle, her present propped up against all the others.

Neville got to his feet, his cheeks slightly red and his eyes looking around curiously. Pansy had placed a very visible card with his name attached to the present, and the wrapping was a simple color-changing paper that they sold at any supplies store. Neville approached it and placed his hands over it, turning it from side to side as if deciding where to open it from.

Her heart was pounding increasingly faster, and in that second that Neville started ripping open the present, she regretted every decision she made regarding that gift.

She watched as if in slow motion as Neville pulled out the first item; a round, crystal bottle of cologne. Just by looking at it Pansy could hear her grandfather’s voice, loud and deep like a rumbling ocean. Neville looked at the bottle with a small smile and the pressure in Pansy’s chest diminished somewhat.

Next, he held up the box of butterscotch candies. Fat, round, and wrapped in shimmering gold paper, Pansy could practically taste them if she closed her eyes.

Neville looked inside the box and Pansy was sure she noticed the way he held his breath. Carefully, he pulled out the bag of soil. Pansy had made sure to find the absolute best and rarest soil money could buy, through a special owl service that delivered internationally. She knew that Neville recognized the worth of this soil just by seeing the label, and even from where she was she could smell it; fresh, earthy, alive.

At last, Pansy swallowed thickly and clenched her hands into fists as Neville took out the last item. A tiny bottle with a pearly white shimmering liquid inside, and a card tied to it.

Pansy couldn’t tear her eyes away from Neville’s as he read, imagining the words playing inside his mind.

This is my amortentia. What’s yours?

She saw him gulp, and then with trembling fingers, Neville started to unscrew the bottle. Pansy couldn’t tell if there was noise around her or not, but everything seemed quiet. An eternity had passed and still Neville had not smelled the potion. Maybe her plan wouldn’t work after all, maybe she had been too hopeful, too stupidly idealistic for a simple Christmas present that wasn’t supposed to mean anything. But when she had found the amortentia she couldn’t resist and then…she knew. She knew what she had to do.

Neville brought the bottle up to his face, and with one last nervous glance at it, he closed his eyes and breathed in.

Pansy tried to imagine what it could smell like to him. Flowers? A particular plant? Soil too, maybe? Perhaps a dozen other things that held meaning to him and Pansy didn’t know, but she wanted to.

Neville’s eyes fluttered open softly, as if he was in a haze, and it was with a sharp pang of realization that Pansy noticed that they were staring at her. Her heart started rising higher and higher.

They looked at each other for a moment, and then Pansy was brought back to reality by loud hoots and cheers. Her face went immediately stone-hard as she attempted to ignore the jeering from all her idiot classmates. Neville was bright red.

“You should thank Draco, Theo, and Blaise,” Daphne told her as she leaned in closer to Pansy. “They manipulated the papers so you’d get him.” She smiled brightly.

Pansy looked at her with disbelief. “What?” How were they able to do that? And how did they dare without knowing that it would work out in her favor?

She found Blaise in the crowd, who gave her a knowing smirk and then nodded towards his right. Pansy followed his line of sight and saw a smiling Theo, Draco, and in between them, Potter, who waved cheerfully.

“We knew he fancied you too!” Draco shouted unabashedly.

Pansy got to her feet. “Shut up, Malfoy!”

Without waiting for a comeback, she took off, walking away hurriedly and leaving behind the group of murmuring people.

Pansy was furious. Her face felt hot but her hands were cold and white from tightening them into fists. She couldn’t believe her so called friends. If they had known her at all, they would have known that this was not the way she wanted things to go with Neville. Being set up like she was a child in first year, with their entire year watching, and then having their feelings displayed like some type of…of…

“Pansy.”

She stopped walked. She knew that voice wasn’t Draco’s, or Theo’s, or Blaise’.

Neville stood there, looking anxious, hesitant, but mostly really beautiful. It wasn’t until Pansy laid eyes on him that she remembered what had happened. She had basically told Neville Longbottom that she liked him.

And he reciprocated.

“Um… Neville shifted from one foot to the other, his face redding a little more. “Aren’t you going back for your present?”

Pansy had completely forgotten about that.

“No. It doesn’t matter,” she said, still feeling the anger sitting unmoving inside her, though it had diminished significantly since she heard Neville’s voice.

Neville took a couple of steps closer to her. “What if you get something really nice? Wouldn’t you want to see it?”

“I don’t know.” She walked closer too, and lowered her voice with the proximity. “Do you know what I got?”

Now they both kept approaching each other, nonchalantly taking baby steps as if to hide the fact that they wanted to be closer.

“No.” Neville shook his head.

“Do you know who got me?” Pansy asked, her heart racing as she got a clearer look at the shade of brown in Neville’s eyes.

Neville shook his head again, but this time the corners of his mouth turned up a little. “No.”

They were right in front of each other now. Pansy had to look up at him.

“What do you know?”

For a moment it all played out in Pansy’s head. Neville would lean down and kiss her, soft but determined. Or she would stand on her toes and kiss him, bold and eager. Maybe they’d lean into each other at the same time and she would feel sparks exploding all over the place.

But then she knew it wouldn’t happen.

“I know that I’ll miss you if you don’t come back,” Neville said and Pansy smiled.

Yet.

[flitwick]

a to z harry potter: P is for PANSY 

…even pansy parkinson had to work hard to conceal how much she liked [unicorns]

[nevillelongsbottom]

“It’s not that you’re wrong, exactly, you’re just extremely not right.” - Panevillenet #panevillepromptchallenge

@panevillenet prompt challenge: “what we talk about when we talk about love”Neville’s fingers twitch where they hover over the keypad; he can never keep himself still, hallucinating flashes of bright orange light - someone always needs him, and he rarely catches a moment between calls. He eyes the cupcake on his left, the last of his weekend batch.

The button blinks.

He sighs, and presses it. “Hello, Divination Service; how can I help you?” 

“You got it wrong,” the voice says; it sounds clipped, like Neville’s primary school teacher who spoke with her lips tightly puckered in. He blinks, pausing - he’s never had this type of call, and that’s because he’s never wrong; he didn’t get into the Divination Service not being able to tell the four of swords from The Magician, that’s for sure. “Well - it’s not that you’re wrong, exactly, you’re just extremely not right.” 

“I’m sorry, pardon?” he asks politely, reaching over and unravelling the cupcake (he reckons that he needs it for this call). “I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”

The voice on the other end of the line lets out an exasperated sigh that Neville deems extremely unnecessary. “You told me that I would fall in love with a boy, which I thought was absolute tosh-” 

“I’m sorry you feel that way,” he interrupts, never one to enjoy having his minimal belief in his own abilities diminished. 

“-but it wasn’t. It was just- it was a dog. I got a dog. He’s called Blaise, after my shitty friend. I mean, I don’t know to what level of wrong this constitutes, but surely this is false advertising, because you were making it clear to me that I would fall in love with a boy as if I would fall in love with a human boy, but here I am with a sausage dog.” Neville’s sure he can actually hear the sausage dog letting out a series of little barks, and he takes a bite of icing-infested cupcake; it’s a little dry, now, but it’s still good. He likes baking - it mostly results in disasters and having to wave a cloth at his smoke alarm, but when it works, it means that he has a fresh batch of warm cupcakes to eat. “Are you going to apologise?”

He scratches at the slight growth of hair by the side of his face. “I wasn’t wrong, though, was I? You did fall in love, with a boy. And I don’t think I was leading you on, because I never specified that the boy was a human boy.”

“What other kind of fucking boy would it be? I wasn’t expecting a dog!” 

Neville does feel bad - it wasn’t, of course, clear to him either, otherwise he might’ve mentioned that the aforementioned budding relationship would be that of a dog and his owner, but the call just seems funny to him. He smiles into his mouthpiece. “Okay. I’m really sorry that I misled you, but I hope you’re happy with little Blaise.”

“Yeah,” the voice says, almost quietly, now, “he’s pretty cute. I have him wrapped up in a blanket so he looks a bit like a burrito.” 

Neville coos, too, softened by the mental image. “He sounds like a good guy to be the love of your life, huh? Better than any human boy.” He sinks his teeth into more chocolate sponge, dusting it off with some hundreds and thousands tucked into the mixture. 

“I guess, but I would’ve appreciated the heads-up. Or a human boy. It was kinda what I was angling for, being a teenage girl and all. How old are you?”

“Nineteen. This is funding my botany degree,” he says with a smile; he’s nothing to most people but a voice, a conduit between them and their future. He talks and he sees and he delivers and then they hang up and leave him be, knowing nothing more of him than his accent. “You’re a teenager too, huh?”

“Same age,” she says, with a noise that Neville has come to recognise as a nod. He wonders what she looks like; she has a pretty voice, with alto tones, and what sounds like a particularly regal accent. “I’m doing a degree in English lit. But I’m not feeling good about it - I’m struggling, a bit, which is why I called...”

“Look, since you’re burning up money calling me, do you want me to tell you if I see anything?” he asks; he can feel something bubbling at the corner of his mind, something that wants to be told. 

“Yeah, please.” Her voice is weak; her face is probably stony, but Neville knows how to read the way someone speaks, and he can tell that she’s upset. It’s the degree. He knows it’s the degree - he’s seen so many people around him start to crack, and he worries, poking into their futures and trying desperately to find the happiness, the two-one, the first. 

But for her, he tells her what he sees exactly, and doesn’t implore the future to try and scribe what isn’t real. “It’s not going to be sunshine and rainbows on the degree front,” he says frankly, “but you’re going to work hard. I can see your university library really clearly - oh, you must go to the same one as I do! I recognise the library. I can see it, and you’re going to work hard, and you’re going to have help from some friends, maybe other people in your course and in your tutorials - and I can feel that you’re going to be happy in other aspects of life and yourself, despite the whole degree course. Things are looking up for you, I think.”

“You’re lying.”

“I really wouldn’t, knowing that you call back if I’m wrong,” he says with a chuckle, and he hears her laugh, too. “You maybe should hang up, you know. For a student budget, these lines are expensive. I don’t want you to have to eat Pot Noodle on my behalf.”

“I don’t know. People say that, but I love Pot Noodle.” He can hear the dog again, closer this time. “Okay. I’ll hang up when you tell me what your name is, and when you get off from work, and what your future is.”

Neville’s cheeks flush. “How about your name, first?”

She doesn’t hesitate. “Pansy.” 

“Oh, that’s pretty. I like pansies,” he says, before he can stop himself, and gently lowers his forehead onto his desk, feeling idiotic. “I’m Neville, my future is happiness, and I get off from work at four.” 

“Well,” says Pansy, “I’ll see you then,” and she hangs up. 

[harritudur]

Pansy wasn’t certain she wouldn’t have done it again if it had meant surviving in a world where the Dark Lord had won. Despite what the Wizengamot believed, self-preservation was not a crime in her book. Neville shrugged. “You did what you thought was right to keep the other Slytherins safe. After the war, it didn’t seem like it was worth letting you go to prison for. Other people did much worse. I know,” there was a sharp intake of breath, “I witnessed a lot.” “I’m sure your friends think otherwise,” she scoffed. “I don’t give a toss what they think. We’ve all done awful things to survive. It’s just that our side won, so… we’re seen as the good guys.”

 @panevillenet  | fic credits

[marthajefferson]

“You know what really sucks about falling for a guy you know you’re not right for? You fall anyways ‘cause you think he might turn out to be different.” (x)

pansy parkinson x neville longbottom, for @panevillenet​

[riorsonxaden]

Paneville aesthetic

[emotionalsupporthufflepuff]

Fluffy drabble for @sweetlyvillainous on her birthday.

No seriously, it's just fluff

[nxrcissamxlfoy]

18 pansy x neville

pansy couldn’t begin to remember how she’d even gotten herself into this mess in the first place. her memories jump from laughing at the bar with daphne and theo straight to lamenting the troubles of her life in the back corner booth with neville longbottom.

neville. longbottom.

where had he even come from? how had they even started talking? and why was he sitting there just patiently listening to her go on and on and why was her drink empty? “gone,” she slurred, pushing the glass away from her. it slid off the edge of the table and crashed onto the floor and she motioned to the shattered mess. “just like my life.” 

neville leaned over and aimed his wand at the glass. “you’re life’s n-” he stopped to hiccup, he wasn’t exactly sober himself. “not gone.” a magically reassembled cup floated back onto the table. 

pansy grabbed what was left of his drink and downed it. “what would you know, longbottom? you’re a war hero, everyone loves you.” 

“which means everyone expects something of me,” he mumbled. 

she eyed him from under her fringe. he’d slumped back in the booth, started staring at the edge of the table. he’d been quiet most of the evening, just listening to her rant about her life, but now he was the one ranting and she supposed listening to him was the polite thing to do.

“everyone’s looking at me, waiting for me to do great things. i’m just going to disappoint them.”

pansy didn’t know what to say, so she didn’t say anything. instead she aimed her wand across the room at a bottle of firewhiskey behind the bar. 

“what are you doing?” neville asked as it flew through the room and into her outstretched hand. 

she reached into her purse and threw a handful of galleons on to the table. “i don’t want to feel like this tomorrow.” she slid out of the booth and adjusted her skirt and he watched as she walked way. “are you coming?” she called over her shoulder and neville scrambled to catch up. 

it was colder outside than he remembered but pansy didn’t seem to notice. “where are we going?” neville asked, a few steps behind her. 

“i’m not sure,” she mused, whirling around to face him, walking backwards. “have any ideas?” 

“what? no i-” neville started, so she shrugged and spun back around. how was she doing that? she had to have been a least a little drunker than him, and she was in heels that put her nearly to his height, and yet she spun around like it was nothing. it was mesmerizing. 

neville stopped in his tracks, a thought striking him. “i’ve got it,” he said, and quickly closed the space between them. he reached for her free hand and clasped his around it. a second later they were on the walking path of the london bridge. 

pansy screamed and buried her face in nevilles chest. neville laughed and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her further way from the traffic rushing by. she only looked up when they’d hit the railing. “what the fuck, longbottom!” she cried, beating a fist onto his chest. “are you trying to kill me?” 

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry!” he laughed, grabbing her by the shoulders. he dipped his eye to get a look at her face. “it’s all right, look.” he turned her towards the thames, instead of the traffic, and felt her body relax. 

pansy grabbed a hold of the railing and looked out over the water, over the city. “its easy to forget how many of them there are when you never leave the wizarding community,” she said, eyes losing focus. 

neville nodded and was quiet for a moment, and then he screamed. it was loud and raw and it lasted for as long as he could mange. pansy’d jumped, and was looking at him in horror. people around them were staring, and walking around them with as much space as the could. “what is the matter with you!” she scolded, swatting at his arm. 

“it’s cathartic. you should try it.” he said, his voice already a little raspy. 

“i would never,” she spat. and neville shrugged and screamed again. 

“stop that!” pansy smacked him on the arm again. but he just cut his eyes towards her, not letting up on the scream. she crossed her arms. huffed and shifted her weight. she bounced her foot and he started a new scream. “fine,” she grumbled, dropping her arms and leaning over the railing. and she screamed too. 

they stopped when they ran out of breath and exchanged looks. pansy gave a small smile first, and neville gave a big grin. “see, told you” he said. 

she nodded, and screamed again. her throat burned but she didn’t care. it felt good, primal, free. she gripped the railing tighter and leaned over, stepping up on the the ledge below her. leaning her torso against the railing she loosened her grip and spread her arms out wide, pushing her scream even farther. 

but then her foot slipped and her voice cut off as she felt her body tipping over the edge and she thought for sure she was going over. but the next thing she knew nevilles arm was wrapped tight around her waist, pulling her back against his chest and away from the ledge. 

“you all right?” he asked, his hoarse voice soft in her ear. her skin prickled and she nodded. she shifted, turning to face him, his arm still around her. 

“thanks,” she breathed, eyes fluttering to his lips. his gaze flited around her face as they stood like that, centimeters apart for what felt like a century. 

“it’s tomorrow,” he said, voice as low, lips inching still closer to hers. 

“i wouldn’t mind feeling like this again tomorrow,” she said, but barely got the last word out before his lips crashed on to hers. 

[panevillenet]

Hello everyone!! And welcome back! Its the beginning of a beautiful September and for many of you that also means going back to school! For this month, the PanevilleNet is prepared to celebrate the occasion!

This month’s theme, Life at Hogwarts, comes byway of the lovely @nxrcissamxlfoy from our member suggestion box!

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[jisungjuice]

@quidditchleaguenet october challenge: favorite ships

pansy x neville

[flitwick]

pansy x neville //

it’s being so conscious of each other, so wrapped up in each other’s souls through every limb, that the only thing you’re aware of is you and them and your synchronised heartbeats. it’s not even mere affection at that point; it’s pure, white-hot love.