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knittedjumpersandleatherjackets · 2 years

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Growth

Neville Longbottom x f!reader

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Warning: idiots in love, pining, miscommunication

"Alright, Nev?" You asked carefully. You didn't turn to the door to see him come in, you just knew it was him. You busied yourself with the Venomous Tentacula you were pruning, listening as he went about getting his things together to help. He was late but you didn't hold it against him.

"You didn't come to lunch," Neville accused, catching a vine that swiped at him with startling agility, the type that fled his body once he stepped outside the greenhouse.

"I had Herbology just before, figured it was a waste of time to trek all the way up just to come back down right after." You explained, snipping the end of a vine and catching a second that aimed for your face without looking up. "Knew you'd bring me something."

You weren't wrong, even if you hadn't looked up. Neville was sure to have a sandwich laid out somewhere for you once you finished up with this plant. He would refuse to work further until you had eaten.

"What would you do without me?" Neville asked with a sigh, smacking the vine he was holding when it wiggled at him threateningly.

"Starve, probably." You admitted, taking the final snip and then two massive steps back in sync with Neville as the plant swiped once more before settling, realizing it was no longer under attack. You closed the lid of the jar you had put the snippings into and labeled it.

"Most likely." Neville agreed. He popped a pair of earmuffs over your ears as you pulled your gloves off. He added a pair for himself and then headed for the mandrakes while you beelined for the sandwich he had brought, your hunger catching up with you.

You watched him as you ate and smiled slightly between bites. He was repotting the mandrakes efficiently without error. He was confident here behind the glass walls. It was the only time you ever saw him shake the stuttering and the stumbling persona he wore like a cloak.

You loved him. It was a fact you were well aware of. It was a fact that anyone who knew you was aware of. In the beginning, your friends presumed it had been hero worship for the man who had killed Nagini. You knew better.

You loved the tenderness he showed the plants, letting the young mandrakes chew on his finger protected by gloves to stop their screams as he filled the pots with more soil. You loved the way his hair had grown longer but he refused to cut it because it gave him a chance to hide.

You loved the scars on his hands and arms that boasted of his bravery in some of the darkest days. You loved him from the very first moment he stood at the front of your Dark Arts class, volunteering himself for the first years.

The only person who didn't know how you felt was Neville. You knew better than to tell him and chose to be his friend instead. He had been crazy about Luna and now he spent every second with her outside of the greenhouse.

Luna refused to come in because it upset her Wrackspurt balance and she had grown quite fond of the ones she had now. You had asked her about Wrackspurts, missing Neville's look and she had gone into detail for over an hour once.

You found it kind of interesting, much to Neville's shock. He liked how nice you were to Luna, given how others ridiculed her. Your friends thought it was a ploy to get into Neville's good books.

That wasn't true. You found her genuinely interesting and a breath of positivity when so many people were still recovering from the darkness. No one had escaped the battle unscathed and so you allowed yourself to bask in joy.

Even while you were hyperaware of the Thestrals at every turn.

"Mimbletonia next or the Wolfsbane?" You asked, slipping off your earmuffs when he finished potting the last Mandrake. He came to sit on the bench while you unpacked your to-do list, given to you by Professor Sprout.

"I think it's too early for the Wolfsbane. I know Sprout wants it done but if we leave it another two days we'll get better results and so will the Potions Class." Neville told you and you nodded, crossing the word out with your quil, scrawling a reminder for yourself to do it on Friday instead. "You're not even going to ask why?"

"Don't need to. You haven't been wrong yet." You told him, scanning your list before looking up at him. He had grown over the Summer and sitting on the bench only added to his height. "I trust you."

"Some people would tell you that's a silly thing to do." He warned you and you shrugged.

"Some people are stupid." You told him and pulled on your gloves again, making your way towards the Mimbletonia. "I'm not stupid."

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"I have an update I feel you would quite like." Rolf Scamander took a seat across from you and you looked up from the heavy text you were reading. He pushed his hair back behind his ear as he leaned closer conspiritually.

"Are you gonna tell me or do I have to guess because I have a headache and I'm really not in the mood." You told him quietly and he frowned. You watched as he visibly forgot his conversation opener as he leaned forward further, hand outstretched to check your temperature. "You feel a little warm. Have you done a check?"

"No, I'm waiting on Hannah to come to dinner. She's late." You explained and Rolf sighed. He only stood from the table, gesturing for you to follow him.

You held his arm to keep yourself steady and allowed him to lead you to the only room guaranteed to be empty. Myrtle's bathroom. She observed you both quietly as Rolf pushed the door mostly closed. "Take off your robes."

"Such a romantic, you sighed, shedding your heave robe. You followed with your blouse and held your arms out as he walked around you in a circle. He pressed his hnd to your hip and you craned your neck to look, finding the familiar puncture marks that made you wince.

"Tentacula." You sighed and he nodded, helping you button your blouse shut when your hands shook. The door pushed in and you found Luna smiling brilliantly.

"Myrtle, I'm here to oh-" She paused in place before frowning slightly, the first time you'd ever seen her smile drop. "Sorry."

She fled the bathroom and Rolf swore, looking from the door and back to you. You were beginning to sweat and he knew he couldn't leave you. He sighed and folded your robes over his arm, offering you the other one.

You would have asked what his problem was only you were fighting the urge to be violently sick. He watched as you paled and guided you to the stall rather than the exit, holding your hair back.

“Do me a favor Myrtle?” Rolf ask and Myrtle simpered at her chance to be important for a handsome boy. “Get Pomfrey for me?”

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Two days later Neville found you in the Greenhouse, glaring at the Venomous Tentacula. He watched the stare down before you turned around and began labeling jars on the desk next to you.

He took his seat next to you and took in your disheveled appearance. You had come straight from the Hospital Wing. He’d bet every galleon he had on as much.

“So, you and Rolf, huh?” Neville asked and wished he could suck the words back in. Or maybe the ground would open and swallow him whole. Anything better than the grin you gave him when you turned your head.

“Me and Rolf?” You asked, returning to your labelling, adding them to jars one by one for the potions class. You dated the samples and scrawled your initials alongside them as you worked down the checklist you had.

“You’re uh, a thing?” He asked and you chuckled before adding the last label to your collection of jars and turned to give him your full attention. He wanted nothing less right now.

“I didn’t take Luna to be one for gossip.” You teased and began donning your gloves, prompting Neville to do the same. The Wolfsbane was waiting.

“She isn’t!” Neville insisted, quick to defend her honor. Luna had been terribly upset and she had told Neville what she had seen in confidence. He had probably just ruined that confidence by opening his big mouth. “She just mentioned it in passing, you know how she is.”

“This is the third time this year a plant has landed me in the hospital wing. Aconite in September, Bubotuber burns in December and Tentacula two days ago. My friends check me over when I take ill suddenly.” You told Neville, snipping as close to the root of the Wolfsbane as you could get.

“So Rolf was uh, checking you?” Neville asked, unsure. “By taking your blouse off?”

“Did Luna mention that in passing too?” You teased and the conversation was dropped as you both began preparing the Wolfsbane for potions ingredients.

You worked well together, getting through your list quickly and the sun was still shining when you both finished. You found yourself trailing down to the lake, enjoying the rare sunshine. Neville trailed after you as you discussed the coming week.

“Doing anything for the weekend?” You asked as you settled down on your robe, legs crossed at the ankles. You picked at dirt on your skirt, looking up when Neville didn’t answer. “Nev?”

“Sorry, uh, the weekend?” He asked distracted and you followed his eyeline to find Rolf talking to Luna the other side of the lake. Rolf was cupping Luna’s face and your smile dropped when he leaned in and kissed her.

“What the fuck?” You asked yourself as you watched. Neville grew steadily red before turning to you. It was something you could never have believed Luna to be capable of.

“Are you okay?” You and Neville spoke at the same time before giving each other questioning looks and drawing back in confusion.

“Am I okay?” You asked, laughing nervously. “I’m not the one who just watched my girlfriend kiss someone else.”

“I didn’t- Luna isn’t my- aren’t you and Rolf?” Neville stuttered over his words and then sighed. “Rolf and you are a thing, aren’t you?”

“No. Rolf has literally been in love with Luna as long as I’ve known him.” You laughed and Neville deflated. “He still shouldn’t have done that to you.”

“Luna is my best friend. Nothing more.” Neville told you and you laughed, falling back in the grass and letting the laughter shake you. “What’s so funny?”

“I’ve been holding back for almost six months because I thought you were dating her.” You told him, still laughing. “Jesus, I did not know it was possible to be this stupid.”

“Golding back?” Neville asked in shock and you looked up from your spot on the ground. “You’re interested in Luna?”

“What? No, you! I’m interested in you Neville.” You laughed again. “You think I’d spend every afternoon with just anyone?”

“No but I thought- you always seem so cool! Why would you be interested in me?” He asked quietly and you stopped laughing.

“Because you’re you! You talk to the Mandrakes and sooth the Screaming Lily’s. You’re amazing, Nev.” You told him, taking his hand in yours. He chewed on his bottom lip while you sat up. “Now is when you kiss me.”

So he did as he was told.

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thismessymasterpiece · 2 years

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Make You Mine

Summary - Neville Longbottom is head over heels... some may even say embarrassingly so.

Neville Longbottom x Fem!Ravenclaw!OC (?) This is a shifting story so the “OC” is myself, I do not know if that counts… (Is readable as GN!Reader from any house, however!)

Category - Fluffy as heck!

TW - One mention of Umbridge just existing because she deserves her own warning, written a long time ago (edited recently) so… possibly terrible writing

Please let me know if I missed anything!

Contains - Really corny fluff, do not say I did not warn you now :')

Word Count - 1,095

Author’s Note - Based around the song “Make You Mine” by PUBLIC so I recommend listening to it while reading, if you can :)

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I just managed to sneak away from Umbridge, thanks to the twins. Honestly, I do not know what I would do without them most of the time.

Having just caught a break, I decided to go give a surprise visit to my one and only sunshine. Obviously, I knew exactly where to find him.

As I took my stroll to the greenhouses, I looked around the path, admiring the nature. Hogwarts had such an overlooked beauty. I could not believe how ignorant most people could be, I did not care what you told me, being at Hogwarts was a privilege. I could not understand why some would risk getting pitched out.

If only to remind me of things I should be grateful for, I arrived at the glass door to one of the castle greenhouses only shortly thereafter. Within, I saw my sole source of happiness, bent over a pot on the long wood table inside.

I opened the door and was about to make my presence known when I stopped myself, taking in the scene around me. When I had thought that Neville was simply working on his plants in the comfort of his own silence, I was very clearly mistaken.

Somewhat loud music was playing from no particular, identifiable source, its tone wrapping the room up in a bright and warm aura. Magic, I thought, isn't it beautiful?

The true beauty, though, was coming from the boy standing a little bit in front of me. The boy who still hadn't noticed my being here. I couldn't blame him, necessarily. The music was quite overbearing, not really in a bad way but I was rather quiet in comparison.

I recognized the tune to be from his personal herbology playlist. He was very proud of it but he never let me listen to it. Typically, he noticed when I came in or was expecting me so it was switched off at the moment of my arrival. I had never really known why that was but it was then that I started to pick up on it.

As a new song came on, Neville started humming along to himself. Or, at least he thought he was by himself.

I leaned against a sink near the door with my bag still slung over my shoulder as I watched him and a small grin tugged at my lips.

When the song picked up, he really started to get into it, singing the words and moving around a bit as he went on.

As time progressed, he started twirling and dancing around the room, his head matching his excitement as it bobbed to the music.

I really had to hold my breath so as not to laugh at his passion when he sang into his wand, or makeshift microphone in this case.

"Put your hand in mine, you know that I want to be with you all the time." He sang out. I really couldn't help thinking that he wasn't half bad. Was that just me simping? Perhaps.

My smile only grew as he continued on with, "You know that I won't stop until I make you mine. You know that I won't stop until I make you mine. Until I make you mine."

He was still spinning around and singing, "Put your hand in mine. You know that I want to be with you all the time. Oh, darlin', darlin', baby, you're so very fine." I had started to pick up on why he wouldn't let me listen to this playlist and why he only seemed to listen to it when he was alone in this very greenhouse. It had never crossed my mind that the songs reminded him of me, much less that he got so excited about the thought of me.

I was grinning and most definitely blushing profusely as the song began to wrap up.

Neville really got into it at the very end. He did a pose, still with wand in hand, his fist balled around the handle, the tip pointed towards his mouth, when the music dimmed and slowed down gradually.

"You know that I won't stop until I make you mine." Neville began to finish up, "Until I make you-" he jumped just about six feet in the air as he cut himself off. He had just turned and saw me watching him. In an instant, he had flicked his wand in the air and the room went silent.

"How... uh, how long were you there, Sunflower?" He tripped and fell all over his words.

With a sly smirk on my face, I simply stated, "Long enough."

He turned a deep crimson as he started fiddling with his wand and fingers. It was clear that he didn't want to know when he mumbled, "Meaning?"

"Meaning," I chuckled breathily, "I think you're only more adorable than before." I scratched the side of my head with my wand tip, throwing a convincing look of confusion into my eyes, "Which I didn't really think was possible."

He smiled lightly as he looked at the floor.

I took a few steps closer to the table and dropped my book bag on the surface. As I walked down the significant length of the table towards him, his feet shuffled in embarrassment.

"What? Are you embarrassed, Sunshine?"

He only blushed in response, his eyes now on my shoes which wasn't saying much considering how much shorter I was than him, he might as well just have looked at my face.

I put my dainty pointer finger under his chin and pulled it up so as to allow him a look at my eyes.

"You never told me that you spend so much time thinking about me in here."

He blushed again. I loved how I knew just the way to get him flustered.

"I like that," I added proceeding to go on my tiptoes to try and plant a kiss on the very tip of his nose. I pouted when I came over a foot short. He chuckled a bit.

When I tried again, I made sure not to fail. I grabbed his tie, which had been tucked into his matching uniform vest and slid out effortlessly as I tugged on it, which only gave me more hold on it. I dragged his face towards mine, him not resisting at all, and when he was stooped so far that I could reach while on my very top tiptoes, I landed the kiss. He laughed out loud this time.

"What? I don't give up! You know that."

"Oh, yes. I do. And you know I won't stop until I make you mine."

I chuckled at his little reference to the song he had been rocking with.

"Well, I think you've already got that."

dividers courtesy of the lovely @saradika-graphics and @cafekitsune <3

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darling-akane · 2 years

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The other woman - Neville Frank Longbottom (Chapter one)

"Tell me, my dear, can a heart still break once it's stopped beating?"

(Okay so this may be dumb but there are two y/ns but I did add two different characters who most people like to ship with Neville, so you can choose who to be, also inspired for the classic movie and my personal favorite, Corpse Bride )

Victoria (Hannah Abbott/Luna Lovegood/Yn Ln)

Victor (Neville Longbottom)

Emily (Y/n L/n)

You get to choose who you want to be!

•

With his eyes staring down, focusing, his hand gripping on his quill, the link coming out of the tip, leaving lines, circles, and swirls around the page, a drawing, of a butterfly landing on the leaf of a plant, finishing up the last touches, he signs the bottom of the page,

Neville Frank Longbottom,

Admiring of his work, he puts his quill down to the side, his eyes looking up a bit as he stares at the butterfly he captures, looking away for a bit, he closes his notebook, putting it away with the others, he looks back up to the butterfly, who was stuck in a glass jar, standing up from his seat, his arms out, both hands reaching for his window, to open, him facing the glass jar as he moves his hand, lifting it up, letting the butterfly fly free, the beautiful blue butterfly flied around him, making Neville turned, almost following the insect, stopping as the lovely butterfly flies away, leaving his room, making its way out to the window,

Neville took a peak outside, seeing the villagers working, greeting each other, saying 'good morning,' Neville turned his head as he hears the town crier with his bell, waving, he yells, "Here ye, here ye! Ten minutes to go till Longbottom's wedding rehearsal!" he calls out, waving his bell, Neville gulped as he heard the time he has left, "Right, marriage," he gulped again, fixing his suit, as well as his tie, he noticed that his Gran's carriage arrived in front of his home, he could hear her telling him to come down already, telling him to hurry up, he could already see his uncle down, waiting for Augusta and Neville to come down,

The front door opened as Augusta, Neville's Gran, made her way out of her home, clearing her throat, she speaks to Algie, Neville's uncle, "It's a beautiful day," She says, Algie nods in agreement, "It's a rather nice day,"

"A day of a glorious wedding!" She says proudly, Algie cleared his throat, "A rehearsal, my sister-in-law, to be perfectly clear," he reminded her, she rolls her eyes as she scoffs, "yes, of course, of course, a rehearsal for a glorious wedding," she said, fixing up her robes, Algie gets a hold of her hand, helping her get inside the carriage, "Finally, my grandson is getting married, oh how fast the day as come," She says as she takes a seat, taking a peak from the small window, trying to find her grandson, she let out a groan as there was no sight of Neville, "Where is that boy? We might be late!"

"Be patient, he's probably nervous, that's how he is," Algie replied, taking a seat next to her, she nods her head in agreement, her leg moving up and right as she waited for her grandson, being impatient, it's no lie that Neville Longbottom is a rather shy boy, prefers to be on his garden, planting and caring for his plants, or being in his room, playing with his piano, or drawing in his notebook, just him alone with his thoughts,

And there he is, getting married with a girl he never once met or talk to, turns out, she went to his school, it did blow his mind that he will be marrying a stranger,

But he had to shake those thoughts away, no matter how scary or terrifying it is, he had to step out of his room, step out of the house, take a step inside the carriage, and prepared to step inside her home, where the rehearsal with be held,

•

Her eyes looking down where her hands are laying on top of her thighs, she tries to calm her breath as the lovely sweet old maid help her with her corset, tightening it up, she let out a gasp as she could feel her breath leaving out of her mouth, "My apologizes, my dear, but you know-"

"I know my mother order to, no need to apologizes, I understand," she let out a soft smile as the sweet old lady nods her head slowly, she proceeds to do what she was told, she could hear her sigh, "Oh Hildegarde, what if Neville and I don't-" she needed to stop her sentence as Hildegarde pull the strings again, "-like each other-"

She turned her head away as she could hear in the entrance of her room a scoff, her mother standing in front of the door, with her father on the side, "As if that has to do with marriage, do you suppose your father and I like each other?" she said in a harsh tone, looking to the side in disgust as she rolls her eyes, her husband doing the same, (Hannah/Luna/Yn) cleared her throat as she spoke, "Surely, you must- a little?" Both of her parents were taken back with her sentence, they both at the same time took a look of each other, both scoffing as they replied at the same time, "Of course not!" they said in a defense tone, her mother wanted the subject to change, she speaks again, "Get those corsets laced properly. I can hear you speak without gasping," she said mainly to the old maid, Hildegarde nods her head immediately, tightening the lace even tighter,

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v1olentdelights · 10 months

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Everything has changed.

Do you name headcanons? Anyway, I am also going to be naming this one because I want to :) --requested--

Neville would never have imagined he would meet someone else who is like him. You were someone who appreciated the small things in life.

It started as a friendship, really. In your first year, you had been assigned as his table partner in charms class, the one he struggled in the most.

You excelled in it (he would find out later that you were actually quite average, but studied in the library so you could help him more). And things only grew from there.

When the second year rolled around, he was excited to see you again! You had kept in contact over the summer, constantly talking about mundane things. But he looked forward to every letter, as did you.

He was worried for you when the issue of the chamber of secrets circulated through the student population.

You both would spend some extra time together. Studying or lounging in the quart yard.

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In his 3rd year, he struggled a lot. Things with his parents had taken a toll on him. He was beginning to realize that they wouldn’t be returning to a normal state.

He had asked you to meet him in the astronomy tower one night. It wasn’t something he had ever done before. Of course you had spent evenings together, he would sit next to you at dinner. And he would walk you to your common room, bidding you goodnight.

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When you found him up there, his feet were dangling off the edge. It was then that you knew something was really wrong. Neville didn’t like standing on the edge of the balcony to use the telescope, and now he was hanging his feet off the edge?

“Nev, are you okay?” Your voice was soft and caring. It made him want to cry even more. When he looked back at you, he saw the concern written all over your face.

“I-“ his voice gave out, quickly wiping his tears and clear his throat he tried again. “I need to talk to you about something, please.”

“Of course! What can I do?” Making your way over to him, you grabbed his hand and pulled it in your lap.

“My parents. They have been in St. Mungo’s for the past 11 years. And they haven’t gotten any better.” He began to tremble at the thought of his parents.

“I don’t know what to say, Nev. I’m sorry, it is not enough, but that’s all I can think to say. I’m. here for you.” Gripping his hand a bit tighter, you pulled him into you. His head rested on your shoulder as he began to sob.

“I don’t know what to do without them. I thought they would get better. I thought I’d have parents again.” It was hard to catch most of what he was saying through his cries and hoarse voice.

“They will always be your parents. You have to know that. And they will always be there for you.” It was something you couldn’t stress enough.

It was then that Neville understood you were no ordinary friend. You were something special.

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By the 4th year, things began to change. You wouldn’t meet his eyes as much anymore, He got panicky at the thought of being alone with you.

There had even been a few times where you caught yourself writing your first name next to his last. But you quickly throw the journal into the bottom drawer of the desk in your room.

Despite the anxious feeling you had at the thought of being around Neville, you often spent time with him by the lake. He had been trying to find some kind of water plant…

You were sure he had told you about it at some point, but you weren’t focused on the words he was saying.

At some point, Harry Potter decided to join you both. He said he wasn’t speaking to Hermione and wasn’t on good terms with Ron.

Of course, both you and Neville invited him to join you. But it actually made Neville feel something. A sick but upset feeling in his stomach.

You began to talk to Harry about quidditch and the tournament trials. You found yourself actually enjoying the conversation simply because the great and mighty chosen one was really just a simple 15 year old who had a somewhat normal life.

But that meant you weren’t talking to Neville about the book you were reading. And you weren’t telling him about how you wanted to travel the world, alongside Neville, before settling down.

Neville would never admit to it, but in this moment, he was jealous of Harry Potter. Not because he was the focus of everyone, not because he was the hero, and especially not because he had defeated Voldemort, (well half of him?) at the age of 11. No, he was jealous of Harry Potter because he had your attention.

Soon, dance lessons began. Most people thought it was hilarious and made a joke of it. But not you, in fact you enjoyed it. Thankfully, you were partnered up with a girl friend, there was no awkwardness of a boy. Yet.

Neville had practiced and practiced. He even devoted extra time he would have spent helping some of the first years with homework to practicing a waltz he knew you were particularly fond of.

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However, something happened. Well, he only witnessed the first half of it, but he could feel that sickening feeling of jealousy burn again…

Harry Potter had sent a paper butterfly fluttering towards you. Inside was the question Nev had dreaded.

Would you do me the great honor of going to the Yule Ball with me? Meet me out in the viaduct courtyard after class.

You blushed at the thought that someone had asked you to the ball. But your thoughts were interrupted by Neville quickly excusing himself and rushing out of the hall.

Thankfully, the study period and the school day ended soon after. You found Harry waiting for you by the stairs.

“So, what do you think?” He was smiling brightly and holding a hand out for you as you took a rather large step down onto the bridge to the courtyard.

“Harry, I am honored that you asked me, trust me. Getting asked to the ball is something I never thought would happen.” As you turned to him you could see a small smile.

“But…” With a light chuckle, you nudged him in the shoulder.

“But I am actually hoping someone else will ask me. Don’t take it the wrong way, I just… I really like this boy, and I think he likes me as well, and I really really want to go with him.” Your face felt warm again at the thought of going to the ball with Neville.

“Well why don’t you ask this mysterious person?” He nudged you back. “Actually part of the reason I asked you is to possibly push either of you to ask the other out. Come on. It is obvious that you love each other.” Your jaw dropped.

“You asked me, knowing I would say no? Did you just use my rejection against me?!” You found it hilarious, but also there was a small, very small part of you that was hurt that he would do such a thing.

“Yes, I mean if you had accepted it, I would totally have taken you to the ball. But I knew you would say no.” Both of you stopped outside the entrance to the central hall. He now looked at you straight on with a serious-ish face. “Now go get your lover boy.”

Later that evening, you found him sitting in the herbology wing. He sat by the pond watching the fish swim around. They had no problems, no worries about asking someone to the ball, and Neville envied that.

“Neville?” You had finally found him. You had also cursed the founders for making the school so big that you scoured the entire school for him. “Nev, can we talk?”

He simply gestured for you to sit next to him on the bench.

“Did you leave because of Harry?” The huff he let out was an answer of its own.

“Maybe. Why does it matter? Did you just come here to gossip about it?” He almost sounded mad.

“No.” It came out defensively. “Why would I do that? I came to let you know that I turned down his offer.”

“Why would you do that? He is the perfect stand-up boy.” Why was he acting like this? Your sweet Neville.

“Because I want you to ask me. I’ve been waiting, I thought you felt the same way. I must have read the signs wrong.” You got up and began to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“You didn’t. You didn’t read the signs wrong. I just didn’t know if you wanted to go with me. I had this whole plan for this evening, and then he asked you, and I thought you would just go with him.” He slipped his hand into yours, slotting your fingers together.

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That is what led you to this moment. All the dancing at the ball, it made you feel like royalty, like you were the most beautiful person in the room. After quite some time of jumping around and dancing, you and Neville escaped to a balcony.

He spun you once on your way out. You let out a little laugh, a sound he wished he could bottle up and listen to over and over again.

Then it all came crashing in. Everything had changed. You were more than friends, something you couldn’t quite place yet.

It could only be described as a moment from a muggle movie. He brought his hand up to your cheek, his thumb ever so gently brushing against your face. As he looked all over your face, they finally landed on your eyes.

“All I know since yesterday is everything has changed” a moment of silence before he was leaning in.

And you realized that you were completely okay with this new change.

#grace writes #neville fluff #neville longbotton x reader #harry potter #neville x reader #neville longbottom x you #neville longbottom #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #neville blurb #neville imagine #neville longbottom thoughts #neville headcanon #neville longbottom headcanon

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rip-us-xoxo · 1 year

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Herbology Neville (Blurb) (REPOST)

Posted DECEMBER 29, 2020

Reposted APRIL 16, 2023

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“Hi Neville!” you beamed as you walked into the greenhouse late at night. You knew Neville would be here. “Hi Y/n,” Neville said, sounding shaky.

“Whatcha doing there?” you questioned and walked toward him. “Stay back, Y/n! I don’t want you getting hurt!” Neville panicked and held his arm out so that you wouldn’t get any closer.

“W-What is it?” you asked shakily, if it could hurt you then it could hurt Neville too.

“Venomous Tentacula,” he informed you and jumped backward, scaring the living hell out of you.

“Venomous Tentacula?! Get away from that thing!” you shouted and tried to grab his arm. “Stand back!” he shouted and pulled out his wand. The vile thing brought its vines out to strangle Neville, meaning that you had to do something.

“Neville!” you shouted and pushed him aside. The vines grabbed you instead and you started freaking out. “Neville! Neville!” you yelped, fear of being poisoned taking over.

“O-Oh my godric! Y/n! Hold on!” he panicked and picked up his wand (that you made him drop) off of the ground. “Diffindo!” he shouted, stunning the plant and cutting the vines.

“Are you alright?!” Nevile asked once the vines fell off of your body. “Y-Yeah, I think so. I’m alive, right?” you weren’t even trusting the very clear signs that you were alive.

“Y-Yeah, you’re alive. Let’s get out of here, I think that’s enough for you tonight. You need rest,” he said and grabbed your hand, which was still shaking.

A few minutes later, after walking in complete silence, Neville assumed he could talk now since your breathing was back to normal.

“I’m sorry about that. I knew I shouldn’t have messed around with that thing but it’s just so interesting! I mean, it’s vines! The fact that it can stun you with a single bite! It’s magnificent really,” he ranted, his smile bright.

He was just praising the thing that tried to kill you. “Yeah, magnificent,” you said sarcastically.

“Oh, right,” he said sheepishly, “it was not magnificent that it tried to kill you. But that’s what I’m here for, to protect you.”. You smiled up at him and rested your head on his shoulder, “My hero.”.

Your words made Neville smile like a bloody idiot for the rest of the night.

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xoxo

#neville longbottom #neville longbotton x reader #neville long bottom blurb #harry potter characters x reader #harry potter fanfiction

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cutielando · 5 months

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POLL POLL POLL

we're getting there

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very-unsirius · 2 years

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“you have lovely eyes.”

neville’s eyes widen in that impossible way they always do, his face is red and he’s stuttering.

“oh, um, thank you. yours are brilliant, gorgeous, i mean. they’re,” he huffs a bit.

“they’re nice too!”

“thank you.”

a beat of silence passed and you’re sitting in a comfortable silence, the moon casting a silvery light over the world as you take in neville’s face.

he really is lovely to look at.

“i’m sorry,” he speaks. turning your attention to his apology, you shake your head.

“what for?”

“i always say the wrong thing. i’m not good at this.”

“you’re great at this, neville longbottom. you’re great at a lot of things.”

you reach up and grab his face gently, ghosting over his cheeks. he nuzzles his face into your palm, relishing in the warmth.

you bring his chin up to face you, and plant a sweet kiss on his lips, another on his cheek and tilting his head down, another on his forehead.

“my sweet boy.”

he looks like he might cry.

“y/n,” he whispers into your neck, it tickles. you giggle at the feeling, reaching to run your fingers through his hair.

“y/n,” he grabs your hands and loops them over his own shoulders.

“mm?” you hum.

“i love you,” he says into your ear.

“i love you too, honey.”

#blurbs—✧ ˚ · .#blurbs— neville #neville longbottom x reader

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y13evie · 3 months

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neville longbottom blurb

you do the bow trend with him

"umm...are you sure this will look alright?", he shyly looks at you, observing all the bows you've tied around various parts of his body. his sweet brown eyes soften when you succumb to a giggling fit when you look at your boyfriend. neville has pink bows on his calves, thighs, biceps, and one big one around his neck.

"you look so handsome, nev"

a raging blush sweeps over neville's cheeks. you had your phone out and set it up to start recording the video. a lana del rey song played as you recorded the bows all over his body, finishing off the video by giving him another kiss, this time on his jawline. after the video ended you watched it back, making sure he was alright with you posting it.

#harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #neville longbotton x reader #neville longbottom #neville longbottom x y/n #neville longbottom x you #harry potter fluff

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siriusblackloml · 7 months

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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!

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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1donoow · 11 months

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MIX FANDOM FANFIC REC PT.1

[Fanfics i've read]

Edited

......

♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

......

The letter room [richard alonzo muñoz]

MPHFPC [Alma peregrine][Enoch O'Connor]

encanto [the madrigals][camilo madrigal]

a series of unfortunate events [klaus baudelaire][violet baudelaire]

harry potter [weasley twins][neville longbottom][luna lovegoods]

narnia [Edmund pevensie]

triple frontier [santiago garcia]

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———THE LETTER ROOM———

richard alonzo muñoz

@marvel-and-mischief - matching pyjamas

——————MPHFPC——————

@dapperappleton - imagine being an ymbryne and having your own loop

- imagine taking care of clair and olive

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Alma peregrine

@vostokovasmelina - sleeping next to alma lefay perigine would include

@multifandomfix - imagine alma loving it when you paint her and the children

@zafirosreverie - an special case

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Enoch O'Connor

@she-writes-with-kisses - quiet

- space jump

@dapperappleton - imagine being able to create death and dating enoch

@clean-bands-dirty-stories - shirtsleeves

@klineinie - blanketed

@imaginefan - story time

@y2fandom - sending him cute things

@frost-queen - no pain

@maeby-bby - you fluster me

@pink-princess-pussy-pop - dating enoch would include

————— ENCANTO ——————

madrigal

@cloud-9ine - madrigal reacting to being called their full name

@camilosnovia - there's two of them

- Madrigal Adults reacting to child!reader giving them gifts

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Camilo madrigal

@sesamestreet47 - camilo w/ a tall s/o

- Camilo with a shy, sweet girlfriend

- friends

@nixthewolf - camilo simping over reader

@radiorenjun - shape-shifting frolics

@madrihoes - camilo nickname

@cloud-9ine - with or without you

@magicalencanto - camilo's s/o having power like pepa

@multificsworld - ___

- Tu Alma Tan Hermosa, Como La Luna

@caramellahoney - future daughter-in-law

- wait no wait-

@luvrcami - camilo headcannon

@bumblesimagines - being friends with camilo

@mihlo - camilo with fem s/o who wears glasses

@dos-oroguitas - angelita

- ay mamacita

— A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS —

klaus Baudelaire

@strangerdangerwrites - incompatible

@a-second-hand-sorrow - goodnight

- Not a problem

@ssadumba55 - not that easy

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violet Baudelaire

@trustsalvatorewriting - dating violet Baudelaire would include

————HARRY POTTER————

@archivesofthevoid - Pulling their hair while making out

- The boys (+ Percy) stealing a kiss on the way to class hc

@lithiumfae - sexy habits they have (marauders)

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weasley twins

@therandomficwriter - The Weasley Twins Having A Crush On You

@lilahisntsadanymore - Slytherin sunshine (fred)

@moonlit-imagines - ___

@therandomficwriter - weasley twins with a non ticklish s/o

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neville longbottom

@hogwartseighthyear - crush

@very-unsirius - blurb

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luna lovegoods

@iamthemain-character - Falling in Love with Luna Lovegood

@fromforeigntofamiliarity - taming cowardly lions

@sublimecatgalaxy - ___

——————NARNIA——————

Edmund pevensie

@pink-princess-pussy-pop - dating edmund would include

@wrenwreads - she's enough

- wardrobe malfunctions

@witchthewriter - being king edmund's wife would include

@pariahsparadise - warm pt.2

———TRIPLE FRONTIER ———

@violentdelightsandviolentends - tethered ♡

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santiago garcia

@stormkobra-5 - ___♡

#masterlist #mix fandom rec #richard alonzo muñoz x reader #alma peregrine x reader #enoch o'connor x reader #camilo madrigal x reader #klaus baudelaire x reader #violet baudelaire x reader #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #neville longbotton x reader #luna lovegoods x reader #edmund pevensie x reader #santiago garcia x reader

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rainydayathogwarts · 6 months

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My favourite fics from other authors!!

MCU:

daisies - peter parker by @starktonyx

As it was - Steve x reader, Bucky x reader by @heli0s-writes

Never again - bucky barnes by @houseravenclaws

tap - bucky barnes by @houseravenclaws

the box - peter parker by @waitimcomingtoo

incorrect quotes ft. peter x y/n by @eunoiathewriter

begging with scott lang by @ragnarachel

trouble in paradise - peter parker by @ptergwen

your mess - peter parker by @peterbenjiparker

stark!reader x peter by @ptergwen

phone sex blurb w peter by @sgrantsgf

twenty bucks Peter parker by @deathbyathousandspiders

Wizarding World:

interrupted - neville longbottom by @nevillesimp

the one that got away - harry potter by @george-fabian-weasley

angry love confession in the rain - sirius black by @salazarslytherin

jealousy, jealousy - james potter by @letterstotheflre

Poly!marauders smut by @strawberrysodaslut

Celebrities

Chris being in love with Y/N for 7 mins video by @astranva

You'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me - Tom Holland by @waitimcomingtoo

Thirst tweets with Chris Evans and Y/N L/N by @put-trash-here

The friendship test - Joseph Quinn by @magicchai

ground rules - Joesph Quinn by @icallhimjoey

Criminal Minds

Touch starved - Spencer Reid by @donald4spiderman

Your relationship with Hotch is exposed by @ddejavvu

You walk in on Spencer talking to his fish by @radiant-reid

You obsess over Hotch and he overhears EVERYTHING by @kryptonitejelly

The team finds out you and Hotch are married by @kryptonitejelly

Jack calls you 'momma', outing you and Hotch's relationship by @kryptonitejelly

Another one where Jack outs you and hotch's relationship by @kryptonitejelly

A third one where jack outs your relationship with Hotch by @kryptonitejelly

The one where everyone finds out - You and Spencer (reid) are in love but you just don't know. by @reidscanehand

Stranger things

Whispering dirty things into Eddie's ear as a dare by @erosso

Eddie being pussy drunk - Eddie Munson by @subbypeterparker

Admiring Steve Harrington by @masmybeloved (deactivated acc)

Three's a crowd, but four's a party - Eddie, Steve, Robin x reader by @glasvera

Out loud - Eddie Munson by @iheartyouyou

Billy Hargrove noticing the little things by @fbfh

Bi!fem!reader x steve harrington by @eufezco

Eddie and daughter!Roan x reader series by @luveline

Dead wrong - Steve Harrington by @lucasnclair

Reid wears Glasses - Spencer Reid by @luveline

#stranger things #stranger things fics #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #criminal minds x reader #criminalmindsfandom #criminalminds #criminal minds fics #hogwarts #harry potter #wizarding world #celebrities #chris evans #tom holland #mcu imagine #marvel #marvel smut #marvel cinematic universe #rainydayathogwarts

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LARI'S 100TH BASH ! — CURRENTLY CLOSED !

i started this blog on december 8th, one month in, 15k+ words written, a lot of shitposting, and ONE HUNDRED FOLLOWERS? this is sickening, i don't know why you guys follow me but i'm so so grateful. so let's drink some wine, write & then go dance ritualistically around some rocks.

⋆.˚ character list for our little get together:

remus lupin, james potter, sirius black

draco malfoy, neville longbottom

stiles stilinski, isaac lahey

seth cohen

THE GAMES

ִ ࣪𖤐 send me a song + one of my boys for a drabble based on it!

ִ ࣪𖤐 send me one of my boys + a bit of info about you for three (3) modern!au instagram stories he would post.

ִ ࣪𖤐 send me a ♪ + one of my boys for a song that makes me think of him.

THE WRITING

our prompt list for our bash! send one of them + one of the boys for a blurb. will try to get all of them to 1k+ wc, no promises.

THE CURIOUS MIND

and i will gladly answer questions! any questions, but this list looks fun!

event starts NOW and will be going on until the 29th!

once again,

THANK YOU.

#lari's 100th #remus lupin x reader #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #stiles x reader #marauders x reader #isaac lahey x reader #seth cohen x reader #draco x reader #neville x reader #remus x reader #remus x you #james x reader #sirius x reader

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Quidditch Captain

Summary - Olly, an OC, is the youngest house quidditch captain in recorded history. When they are facing Oliver Wood head on in the Quidditch Final, they need some reassurance from their favorite person.

Neville Longbottom x Fem!Ravenclaw!OC (?) This is a shifting story so the “OC” is myself, I do not know if that counts…

Category - Fluff, maybe a bit of Hurt/Comfort??

TW - Written a long time ago so… terrible writing, OC is pretty much rife with insecurity, we got some mentions of favoritism on the quidditch team... Mentions of Oliver Wood (and his quidditch intensity), because he comes with his own warning-

Please let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count - 2,834

Author's Note - @nevilleismywhore as promised :)

If it aids visualization, this was fourth year Nev <3

Also available on…

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I flew my brand-new Airwave Gold down to the ground of the pitch and landed gracefully before I ran at full speed towards the middle of the pitch where Neville was standing, waiting for me, so I could hug him hard. He spun in two circles from the small weight that hit him at a high speed, allowing me to lift up my legs as he picked me up.

He put me down after a moment and placed his forehead against mine.

"Well, hello there, Sunflower," he mumbled with a wide grin.

"Hello there, Sunshine," I giggled.

My team had flown down and walked hesitantly toward us.

My oldest chaser, Roger Davies, cleared his throat awkwardly.

I turned the mass of them, not realizing I had forgotten to dismiss them.

"Hey, Cap," My first beater, Duncan Inglebee, started, seeming nervous, "Whatcha doing?"

My close friend Cho Chang, our seeker, laughed merrily as she came to my side, "Oh, please, Duncan. You act as though this is not a regular occurrence. This should not be as awkward as you lot make it if it has been happening at the end of every practice for four years."

Inglebee's fellow beater, Jason Samuels, hit him in the arm as they broke out into laughter. Jeremy Stretton came down too, laughing as he had been watching the spectacle from above.

"Oh, you finally got that Quaffle back, Jer?" I chuckled as he came down five minutes after everyone else had, along with myself.

"Look, Jewel, you have a strong kick. I spent the past ten minutes trying to get that Quaffle out of the tree, twenty meters off the pitch. Try not to behead one of your teammates in the process of defending a hoop again, eh?"

We all laughed before Neville spoke up, his hand entwined with mine at my side.

"You act as though she didn't headbutt it all the way to Hagrid's cabin last time," he looked down at me with a mischievous grin, "or hit it against her chest so hard that she almost fell off her broom and was grasping for air but grinning because she had kept it out of the hoop. You have a strong arm, Randolph," he added, turning to the last member of my team, Randolph Burrow, a chaser, "oh, and no one can forget that time she dived under the snitch so Cho could fly through the hoop and they wouldn't collide just to swerve back in time to smack it with her hand. That was over a month ago and her palm is still red.

I turned to him and put my long, thin pointer finger over his lips, "Hush you."

He laughed loudly against my finger, restraining him front opening his mouth. This only caused my three chasers to double over and laugh, making me practically cackle and burrow my head against Neville's chest. With no hesitation, he hugged me close.

After a moment, I turned back to see the five boys hopping on the edge of their toes like children outside the shop window of Honeyduke's, their eyes darted between the golden broom at their feet and my face.

I looked at them innocently until Cho ran to them and practically begged, "Oh, come on, Olly, it just came out two weeks ago!"

"Yeah," Roger pitched in, "just one loop around the pitch? Please!"

"Alright, alright! Mind you, if any of you fly off course and hit it into the stands, I will make sure you end up like the Quaffle. Who knows, you might just fly all the way to the Black Lake. I cannot imagine the squid would be too happy if one of you landed in on it's head. I am looking at you, Burrow."

Randolph put a hand against his chest and gasped in offense.

"Hey-!"

"I do not want to find the need for a new set of trials two weeks into the year but if I really have to, I will."

He groaned loudly, knowing that these are empty threats but not being able to imagine I would do much less if I heard the land and crunch of misshapen metal after a collision.

I turned back to look Neville in the eye as I heard a clamor to get to my broom first.

I suddenly turned my head before pointing at the group to stop them.

"Cho goes first."

Loud protests sounded out.

"Why?" Davies groaned, sounding like a toddler who was just denied the purchase of his favorite new toy at a store.

"Huh, let's see-"

"You're just favoring her because she's your favorite!" Jason Samuels pitched in.

I felt Neville's demeanor go taught and his hands balled tightly. I gave him a look and placed my free hand against his forearm lightly before we heard Stretton complain.

"Yeah, you just want her to try first because she's your friend!"

Neville scowled.

"She is but that is most definitely not why. You lot should know I don't play favorites."

Davies scowled and rolled his eyes.

"Hey, guess what? You can go last now, Roger. If I played favorites, I would have just as likely put Luna on a broom and you on the stands. You play quidditch well, you're on the team. I do not favor anyone for anything. Cho's going first because you all pushed her over twice to get to my broom. Ingles can go second because he was the only one with the basic decency to help her up both times, knowing that he would just as likely be last thanks to it."

Duncan grinned gratefully as I gave him a nod.

Cho strutted up and stuck her tongue out at Roger who looked like he was having a very tough mental struggle to not snatch the broom out of her hands.

I watched until she kicked off then turned back to Neville, knowing it was my duty as Captain to make sure the boys didn't rip the best seeker in the school, next to Harry, of course, that much is undeniable, to pieces. Goodness knew we need her in the games that were coming up.

I spoke as though there was no interruption, "Hello there, Sunshine."

He grinned as he looked way down at me.

"Hi, Sunflower."

"Let's give them some time to fly around and have their fun and then we can hang out by ourselves, yeah?"

He nodded eagerly before he grabbed my hand and led me to the bench on one side of the pitch, the bench that is normally occupied by the injured or benched.

"Nope, nope, nope!" I pulled him into a hard right, towards the spectator stands.

Neville looked around nervously, "Uh- Um... what did I do?"

"Oh, you didn't do anything wrong, Sunshine. We are just superstitious about the bench, especially so close to... well, y'know..." I trailed off.

"The Cup Match?" He offered up.

"I said that you know!" I snapped slightly and he put his hands in the air in defense.

I groaned and grabbed his large hands in my small ones, placing them lightly in my lap.

"I am sorry, Sunshine."

"It's alright, Sunflower, you're under a lot of pressure."

"We're- not going to talk about this."

"Alright..." he agreed, extremely hesitantly as he watched my leg bob up and down and I bounced my toe, my eyes scanning around the pitch to see my team flying around, Duncan now taking his turn, the chasers passing around the Quaffle amongst themselves on their own brooms.

Just about fourty-five minutes later, everyone had taken their turn on my broom. Jason had taken my broom from Roger's arms, demanding he be the last to touch it before it was returned.

His eyes danced over it like it was solid gold, which, I realize, it actually was.

"Having fun there, Samuels?"

I crossed my arms and tapped my foot impatiently. He took only a few steps to cover the large distance between us and stepped in front of me. His head was far above mine so that when I looked up, he clearly was trying to look superior.

Despite the fact that I was very likely a head and a half shorter than him at the very least, he looked startled at the fiery look I gave him. He knew it all too well as he and Davies tended to cause the most trouble, used to getting out of it due to their age, size, and Godric knows what else, but that definitely was not the case with me. The fact that I was much younger and half their size and weight meant nothing when it came to my tolerance of their nonsense.

He looked terrified when he met my eyes, dropped his gaze immediately, and placed the broom into my waiting arms.

"Thank you," I responded snippily.

You would expect his mates to give him grief for his horror of my temper when it was shortened but they knew damn well that they had gone through it before and it was not fun.

"Now go change and get out," I pointed my right finger in the direction of the door to our locker room, "I want nothing to do with you lot for the rest of the day. It is," I slipped a slim finger under the edge of my sweater's arm on my wrist and pulled softly, all in one graceful movement to check the time, "bloody hell... It is 10:37 in the morning and I am already tired of you."

The boys looked at me with their mouthes hanging open. They were used to me get pissy with them, that was absolutely nothing new, but they had never seen me with such a short allowance for them.

I raised my voice, "Did you hear me or am I speaking Gobbledegook?"

Duncan raised his hand softly, "Um... no, you aren't."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious! We have random conversations in the common all the time to confuse people. We know that you can speak it! Now, get out!"

Ingles gave me a sad look and I immediately felt bad for freaking out at him. Duncan was probably the nicest on the team, rivaling with Cho. I needed to remember to apologize later.

I should not be losing it with them so much lately. I was starting to sound like Oliver Wood and you could hear him yelling at the twins at Gryffindor practices from the Entrance Hall.

Once they all left, some looking back at me with sad eyes, I turned on my heel and immediately sat crosslegged where I had been standing on the pitch before I buried my head in my hands.

Neville let himself sit down in front of me and, after a moment, he softly wrapped his hands around my wrists and pulled so that he could look at me.

"You're a little scary sometimes. You know that, right, Sunflower? Don't get me wrong, you're brilliant! You definitely get the job done but you can be... scary," He finished lamely.

I looked at him with sad, puppy dog eyes.

"Talk to me. Please?"

With a huff of air, I turned around and laid back, placing my head in his lap, my body laid out in a straight line in front of him.

I looked into his honest and loving eyes, knowing that he actually wanted to know what was going on and help. No benefit to him, only that he would see me a bit happier which was more than enough for him.

"It's just that... well, it's like you said. The Cup Game. It is so stressful. Roger wanted to be captain this year but Flitwick insisted I do it and I know that Davies should have just gotten it. He's older and he has more control and he knows what he's doing and-"

Neville has placed a small peck on my lips while I spoke, cutting me off and leaving me with a grin as he pulled away.

After a moment of looking into each other's eyes, he said, "Go on. As I remember it, you were saying something that was entirely untrue."

I giggled but did as he advised, "It is true, thou-"

Another kiss.

"It's Ravenclaw against Gryffindor. In the final. I am only in fourth year and Oliver knows what he's doing and I just don't have a clu-"

A peck was placed softly on my lips once more.

With a grin, I kept going, "I am just tired and I want to get a hug. I want to win just so I can be impressive and-"

Neville chuckled lightly, making my head move up and down as he laughed.

"Now I know what you are doing."

I giggled and brought my head up slightly as my stomach heaved with the string of laughter.

"Okay, fine. You caught me on that last part... but the ones from before were true."

He brought his head down so it was hovering over mine.

"Sunflower, you are going to do great, truly."

"You just have to say that because you love me."

I rolled my eyes and he laughed again.

"Well, yes, but I also mean it."

"I don't know, Sunshine-"

He brought his lips down only slightly, breaking the small distance that there was and placed a light kiss on my forehead, this one lasting a bit longer. I returned the gesture, made easier by the position we sat in.

"Oh, before I say this, if Harry somehow finds out, I will know who told him, as well as, if anyone asks if I said this, I will deny it because Oliver would kill me," I cut him off quickly with a giggle and said, "We could never have that."

"No, we couldn't because you might just behead your chasers if I am not here to keep yours on. You know that you cannot win a quidditch match from Azkaban. Now, Sunflower, if it makes you feel any better, you should know that I am rooting for you."

He winked and smiled.

I rolled my eyes jokingly before replying, "Yes, it does. Just so you know, I wouldn't be here right now if you weren't. It is not easy being quidditch captain in fourth year, Sunshine. The only thing that is going to keep Roger's from yelling at me about not being in the common room right now, drawing out plays, is that I have homework to run off and do, too. Oh, along with the fact that I can, have, and will tell much louder."

"I know, Sunflower. I come to every one of your practices. Do you know that you are very cute when you turn blue in the face while screaming at the boys?"

I drew my head up quickly and turned my back to look at him, "I do not!"

"I know, Sunflower, I know. You are too sweet for that."

He pushed my shoulders down softly and I laid my head back down in his lap. I ignored the roll of his eyes and slight grin that he tried to use instead of sarcasm. Forgive me Greatmother but Rowena, he was really lucky he was cute... and that I loved him... and that I literally would not be able to survive without him.

"Well," he leaned down and placed a peck on my forehead, followed by the tip of my nose, finally on my lips, trying and succeeding at diffusing the hostility in my jokingly slivered eyes, "you said you have homework to finish. I am guessing it is that Herbology essay that you were telling me about last week. That one on the properties of Venomous Tentacula leaves. Harry and Ron were complaining endlessly last night on how difficult they seemed to think their one page essay on Bubotubers is when we are the only ones getting work years above our level."

"Well, yeah," my grin betrayed me again, "that is what happens when one of us is good at everything and the other tries far too hard at everything and fails."

Neville looked genuinely hurt when he pulled away and met my eyes.

"It hurts my heart, Sunshine, truly, that you assumed the bad one was you."

With that he leaned in and placed a long, gentle, and loving kiss on my lips. His hands went to my cheeks, putting almost no pressure at all on them, as though he thought I would break under his touch. As though he thought he could ever be at fault for making me so hurt that I would want to ever leave him.

I put my hands on his and pushed, making him hold my face tightly. He was hesitant but I persisted.

After what felt like ages that were not nearly long enough, he pulled away and grinned so widely, making me feel at home and genuinely loved.

"So that essay, yeah?" He proposed to which I giggled yet again.

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