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rainydayathogwarts · 7 months

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neville longbottom smut

reader makes Neville cum in his pants at a party. warnings: dry humping, whimpering, public sex(?), swearing wc: around 0.9k

Your body sways to the music, the plastic cup in your hand spilling some of your drink onto your hand, but it only blends in with the shimmering glint of sweat on your skin. You're dancing with some girl you don't recognise, singing the words to a song at the top of your lungs. You look around, trying to spot your boyfriend in the crowd, to make sure he's not doing anything he shouldn't be, only to notice him sitting on an armchair next to the fireplace, his eyes already on you.

He meets your gaze and your body suddenly goes hot, despite the warmth from the alcohol that had already settled in. He was keeping an eye on you, butterbeer in hand, not focused on anything else. You grin, pushing your way through the dance floor until you finally stumble away from the crowd of sweaty bodies and into the more dispersed area of the busy common room. You giggle when you approach Neville, watching as his eyes run along you figure. You down the rest of your drink, putting the now empty cut next to what you assumed was the empty bottle butter beer Neville had already had. "You okay sweetheart?" He asks and you nod, shifting to stand between his legs.

He sits up straight to put his hands on the back of your thighs, pulling you slightly closer to him; the most affection he'd giving you tonight. He offers you a sip of butterbeer but you decline, watching as he brings his lips to the bottle, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows, before putting the bottle aside. You bring a hand up to play with his hair as your hips start moving again, the other arm on his shoulder. You look down at the boy below you and sigh in pleasure as his hands start moving up and down your thighs.

His head leans on your lower stomach, his attention caught by the dancing bodies. You furrow your eyebrows, glancing over at the dance floor to look at all the girls in their tight dresses. You huff. The hand you have in his hair closes moderately into a fist and you tug it backwards slightly, making Neville look up at you, only to be met by your lips slamming down onto his. He moans loudly, his hands on your thighs moving so his arms can wrap around you.

His mouth immediately opens to welcome your tongue in and you put your weight onto him, pushing him back into the armchair as you climb onto him, your legs coming on either side of his thighs as you straddle him. Neville whimpers, the sound drowned by the music, his arms tightly wrapping themselves around your waist to pull you impossibly closer. And he does, dragging you across his lap so your panty-clad cunt grinds against his fully clothed dick.

You both moan into each other, and you feel your boyfriend's usually gentle hands travel down to your ass, roughly gripping it. You grind against Neville once more to see how comfortable he is with this, and he separates from the kiss to gasp for air, his mouth open in a silent moan. Your eyes scan the room, checking to see if you had attracted anyone's unwanted eyes, but your attention is brought back to Neville, who tugs your dress further down your thighs, having ridden up when you straddled him.

When you make eye contact with him again, his eyes are begging you to continue your movements and so is the tent in his pants. You push your hips down onto his and moan quietly, biting your lip. Neville's eyes widen and he looks around for a second before turning his attention back to you, a hand coming behind your neck to pull you into a kiss, the other one pushing your hips into his.

He gently humps his hips up into yours to encourage your movements, grunting as though he has never had your legs spread for him, and you dig your face into the crook of his neck, letting out a breathy moan. Your hot breath on his neck sends shivers down Neville's spine and he pants, leaning his head on your shoulder and looking down through the top of your dress. He whines, eyes widening at the sight of your tits, his hands immediately coming up to grope them. You let out a high pitched moan when he squeezes one of your perky nipple, hips bucking into his desperately, so that your pussy grinds right against the tent in his jeans, feeling the imprint of his cock against you.

Neville bites your shoulder to cover the loud whimpers that come out of him, hands gripping your thighs as he roughly bucks his hips into yours. That's when you feel the wetness on his jeans, this time not coming from you, and you grin proudly, pulling Neville into a kiss. He returns the kiss, still panting, his hands now softly caressing your sides. When you both separate from the kiss and Neville finally catches his breath, he says "How about we go upstairs and I can finish you off?"

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bvbygrl-writes · 5 months

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Hornee thought buuuttt imagine chilling in Nevilles common room and you're on his thigh, making out hard, and he's teasing you, touching you everywhere then his friends walk in and you get embarrassed and shy and get off him really quickly but they saw anyways. And they start teasing you about the wet spot you left on his thigh while Neville is just proud

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the way I never know if my fingers are gonna type in 2nd or 3rd person is wild

THIS BLURB IS 18+!!! MINORS / ACCOUNTS WITHOUT AGE DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED WITH NO WARNING BUT THIS ONE.

Everyone else had decided to head to the Quidditch game, Slytherin vs Gryffindor meaning not a singular person could be found that wasn't out there in the stands watching it go down. Well, every person was present besides you and Neville.

The two of you had split a spliff about half an hour ago and sometime between then and now the cuddling and soft kisses you two had been exchanging turned into a mess of tangled limbs and sticky, wet kisses. You became hyper aware of the way your pussy was tingling between your legs as Neville let a low growl escape from his throat. His lips brushed against your, his large calloused hands palming at the soft flesh of your ass.

"Look at you, petal. Getting all worked up from a bit of kissing. Haven't even touched your pussy and yet I can feel it drooling through my slacks." he teased, dragging his lips along the nape of your neck. You whimpered at his words, continuing to rub your messy cunt against his upper thigh.

"Feels so good, Nev." you whined out. He coos at you, beginning to suck at the junction between your neck and shoulder. Everything felt so slow and overwhelmingly pleasurable. You didn't notice he had moved his hands to your front until he snapped the waistband of your panties against your skin causing you to yelp, jumping a bit. Resting his forehead against yours, he gazes into your eyes deeply. Teasingly, he drags his thumbs under the waistband, knuckles gently brushing against the top of your pubic bone.

"I love how needy you get for me. Always such a messy little thing, baby." he mutters, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, gently nibbling. You lean forward, lips clattering together clumsily but he easily corrects it, deepening the kiss as he slips his tongue in. The cold metal of his rings digs into your skin as he guides your hips, the tent in his pants poking at your thigh with each movements.

Before either of you could fully register what was happening the sound of happy singing and cheers came close way too fast. Pulling away, you turn around catching the sight of familiar faces as you try to climb off of Nev's lap with haste. But it's too late, your skirt is all wrinkled, a plethora of bruises on your neck and chest along with your kiss swollen lips. Neville looks less disheveled than you, making you think they wouldn't comment on anything.

"Merlin, Neville! And I thought we were having fun at the game!" Seamus said, pointing at the large wet stain on the front of his tan pants. Ron, Dean, and Harry begin to laugh. The stain was a large portion of his upper right thigh, but also a bit near his crotch.

"That's like a bloody fountain, (L/n)!" Ron said, his eyes wide as his eyes flicker from you to the stain.

You audibly gasp as you see it, hiding your face in the side of his chest. It was all too embarrassing for you to handle. Did you really leave that big of a mess?

"Are you saying you've never made a girl that wet before without laying even a finger on her pussy?" Neville says, raising a brow. The laughter from the boys dies quickly as they draw their attention from the stain to their suddenly interesting shoes. "No? Or better yet, I've doubt any of you have even made a girl that wet in general." he scoffs, pulling you into his side as he stares up at them. "Amateurs."

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dreamingonfilm · 1 year

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✧˖*°࿐ Pumpkin Bread pt. 2 | N.L

Neville Longbottom x gn!reader, fluff

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

Part 1

w/c: 2.3k

Request: Yes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And this one?”

“Asphodel.”

“And this one?”

“That’s - that’s also Asphodel.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmm, what about me?”

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

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

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

He nodded.

“Then why would I ever leave.”

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

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

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mastermindmiko · 1 year

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Greenhouse escapades

Pairing: Neville Longbottom + fem!reader

Word count: 2868

Summary: You remember the beginnings of your relationship with Neville while hanging out with him outside the Greenhouse. You remember one too many things, and one thing leads to another and you end up getting caught in some activities that you shouldn’t have been up to.

Trigger warnings: deciding that there is no need for breakfast?, mentions of sex, kissing, foreplay, semi-pulic sex, mentions of fingering, sex. 18+, getting caught.

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As you sat on the green grass outside of the greenhouse with Neville you looked up at the sky guessing the most random shapes for each cloud you could see. Neville laughed at your cute but somewhat disturbing ideas for each cloud. His back was pressed against the glass of the Green House and you sat in between his legs as his hands were wrapped around your waist.

Everyone was in the great hall for breakfast, but you had already eaten with Neville earlier that morning so you both decided there was no need to go to breakfast. You were outside Neville’s favourite place, you both spent a lot of time in and out of the green house. You enjoyed looking at pretty flowers and Neville enjoyed tending to the pretty flowers.

The weather was hot, so you turned to Neville and took the hair tie that he always kept for you on his wrist. Neville always noticed the tiniest things about you; two of those things were that you always get hot quickly and that you lose your hair ties quickly as well. So he always keeps a hair tie on his wrist for you, and you found that adorable. He also noticed you fiddling with your fingers a lot when you're anxious so he lets you play with his fingers because you admitted it helps; he did that a lot even before you were dating.

As you laid back on his chest you leaned your head back on his shoulder and you felt him press a soft kiss on your neck. You smiled as you closed your eyes in blissful peace. You thought of how much you loved Neville, he always has a picture of you in his wallet and how much he constantly admires you, he always says that he’s the lucky one when he’s the most thoughtful person to ever exist. You loved how he still made pinky promises and the multiple kisses he leaves on your face to wake you up each morning.

You thought of all your moments with Neville; how he’d always give you a flower everyday and all the hugs he gave you from behind your back and twirled you. All the soft kisses and the rushed kisses, the kiss he’d give you after an entire summer of not seeing each other.

Then you thought of your memories with Neville in the Greenhouse, other than it being the place you both spend your most time together other than your dorm; it was the place that you both had your first kiss together and your first time.

***

You were in the greenhouse going to talk to Neville about how he’s been spending less time with you and more time with luna. A small part of you kept saying that they were just friends and that you shouldn’t worry, and the rest of you kept asking ‘Why do you even care?’

Neville walked into the greenhouse while holding a plant pot, presumably for one of the many plants he was currently caring for. “Neville!” You said.

He looked up at the call of his name and saw you, a smile spread on his face as he walked up to an empty space on one of the desks and placed the pot while saying “Hi.”

He washed his hands and he watched you fiddle with your fingers; and he walked up to you and handed you his hand which you then played with his fingers. Neville always loved helping you in some way and this way involved holding your hand so he couldn’t complain.

“Why don’t you like spending time with me anymore?” You asked quickly after minutes of silence, and you watched as his expression turned into shock immediately. He squeezed your two hands that were playing with his fingers and asked “What do you mean?”

You looked away from him slightly and let out a long sigh as you looked him in the eye once again, “You don’t spend as much time with me as you used to.”

Neville flushed and it was his turn to look away from you, he hadn’t realised he’d done it so obviously. He didn’t want to but realising his growing feelings for you and that you couldn’t possibly like him; he decided that that was the right thing to do. He didn’t want you to notice because he didn’t want to hurt your feelings.

You noticed his silence and you concluded that he was actually doing it on purpose; and you weren’t hallucinating. A frown was on your lips when you asked “Why? Did something happen? Did I do somethin-”

“No no no. You didn’t do anything, I just I-” He waved the hand that wasn’t holding yours and he sighed, cheeks flushing. You looked at him, not saying anything. “I-”

“If you don’t want to hang out with me, it’s fine. I can't force yo-” you started but you were cut off once again by him saying, “No it’s nothing like that, It’s my fault I just-” His gaze fell on your lips as an idea popped into his head.

You saw him look at your lips and your face flushed as butterflies exploded in your stomach. You thought about kissing him and you noticed that you would actually really really like it if he did that. “I just-”

He quickly pressed a peck to your lips and you were frozen even though you thought of it you hadn’t expected him to do it. He started muttering apologies as he took a step away from you letting your once almost intertwined hands fall apart.

You cut him off by placing your lips against his, and placing your hands around his neck. He kissed you back just as eagerly as you kissed him, and your lips were moulded together like two perfect pieces of a puzzle. You pushed your tongue inside his mouth and both your tongues played together. You heard him groan and as you pulled away to take your breath, you rested your forehead on his. You saw his boner and looked up at him, both his cheeks flushed red. Your panties got wet at the thought of Neville inside you.

You kissed him feverishly and you then asked him both your lips not parting except for long enough for you to let out a word at a time “Neville-” He pressed his lips against yours again, “do you-” you said as you pulled away from his slightly to ask your question, but you were only able to say those two words. “Neville, I want you.”

His cheeks flushed as he stopped kissing you and asked “Are you sure?” You nodded and you both laid on the floor that was covered with blankets. “Have you ever done this before?” You asked shyly.

“No, Have you?” He both replied and asked.

You shook your head and then you pressed your lips against his and started to play with his hair and his hands were beside your head. He carefully put his hands, respectfully, on your waist. When you both needed to catch your breaths, you pulled away and you rose up slightly taking off your shirt. His eyes looked all over your body taking in all of your skin he hadn't seen before, his breathing got heavier and you could feel his boner on your thigh.

You grabbed his wrist that was resting beside your head and placed it on your stomach encouraging him, “Touch me, Neville.” He pressed his lips against yours, he kissed you roughly and hungerly. His hands roamed your body and you helped him unclip your bra, and he threw it somewhere on the floor.

He placed his hands on your breasts and started to massage them and you started to let out small moans. You then striped off your pants leaving you in only your panties that were uncomfortably wet. Wide-eyed he looked all over your body that was exposed to him admiring your beauty.

You realised that he didn’t know what to do next so you grabbed his hand once again and placed it on your clit, you let out a small moan at the feeling of his hand around you; and his mouth opened slightly. Then you made his finger rub circles over your clit, you pulled your hips up slightly motioning for him to be near you. He started toying with your clit.

“Is this alright?” He asked slightly hesitant as he increased the pressure on your clit and cupped the rest of your pussy with his hand. “Yes Neville, It feels good.” You replied with your voice between a sigh and a moan.

After a few seconds you pushed his hand away reluctantly and you let out a whimper. He thought he did something wrong so he started asking quickly “Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you okay-”

“Yes Neville. I just want you inside me.” You said boldly and watched as he went to unbuckle his pants and you took off your panties.

***

You were brought out of your day dream and memory by a small “Darling?” You lifted your head off of Neville’s shoulder and looked at him, eyes opened, you still hadn't registered the wetness in your panties when he started saying “Are you okay? You were making um noises?”

You flushed feeling embarrassed that you pulled him out of his thoughts that were probably innocent, but your guilt washed away when you felt him grow hard under you. You noticed that while you were dreaming he had pulled you closer to both his hips and chest, and that his hands were on your thighs now not your waist.

“Neville.” You let out in a rough, strict voice. He was getting more courageous with the places you both had sex in, you always had sex in the Green house even though the walls were grass. You were both covered by the massive amounts of plants and their huge sizes, and you would always muffle your voice on Neville's shoulder.

“What love? He said innocently as he looked at you with his hands closer to your skirt. “You look so pretty in that skirt, I can’t help it; and then you let out some small moans. I just can’t stop myself.” he finished while pressing some small kisses on your neck.

“Neville.” You said with a groan as you pushed his head away from your neck and gave him a look.

“Please Darling. There’s no one around.” You looked around you both to check and there was in fact no one around, you were also wet so this would be a win for both of you. Then you remembered how Neville got bold while you two were having sex once again, so you had sex ten minutes before Charms in the classroom. So Flitwick had to return your bra to Neville, you were so embarrassed.

“Neville remember Charms.”

He let out an annoyed groan and said “That was one time, and so you see any professors around here?” He was once again right.

“That doesn’t matter, We’re in public and breakfast is going to finish.” You started to wonder how long you could stand the wetness in your panties. It's been about a week since you had done anything with Neville and you were getting impatient to feel him inside you.

He started from your temple to the base of your throat as his hands wandered up inside your skirt slowly rubbing your thighs at the same time. “So you don’t want this?”

“Yes.” You replied in what you thought was going to be a tough voice but came out as a breathy sigh. His hands reached your underwear and started to rub circles on your clit, knowing that since the first time you showed him how, he knew it was your weakness. You cursed yourself for telling him that and that you were almost agreeing to have sex with him in public while all the students were about to come out of the great hall soon.

You leaned your head back on his shoulder once again and you started to let out small moans and whimpers. “I’m taking them off, okay?” Neville said in your ear as his fingers reached the hem of your panties.

You nodded and felt him pull your panties down your legs, and you handed them to Neville; who smirked and said “Turn around.”

Sometimes you would absolutely hate how comfortable Neville became with you, but then you’d go back to loving him being himself with you. It was always kind of fun people thinking that Neville was innocent when at the same time they're saying that Neville has his hands up your skirt while you’re eating dinner at the great hall.

You turned around as cautiously as possible making sure not to flash your ass to anyone that was looking or that could be near, there was no one around. You avoided his gaze and your eyes were fixed more on his trousers. He pressed a long passionate kiss on your mouth.

While his tongue licked your bottom lip asking for an entrance and you parted your mouth, he started to unbuckle his belt and pulled his trousers and boxers below his hips so that his cock was able to become exposed to the air. He placed his hand on his cock rubbing it at the same time you placed your face into the crook of his neck trying to hide your face. You knew that Neville would have stopped if you told him to or if you were not turned on by this; but when he touched you and felt you dripping he knew that you didn’t want him to stop.

“Neville, can you be quicker?” You ask more of a demand than a question. You heard him chuckle and you could practically hear the smirk that was on his face as he replied “Of course love.”

He pulled up against him so that you were both brushing against each other in the most agonising way and you let out a breathy moan and the movement. You started to move your hips against his and his tip kept brushing against your pussy.

He kissed you urgently and passionately and you did the same thing. He started to position you on top of him, and when his tip was aligned with your entrance you pulled your mouth away from his. You slid all the way down on top of him , with you letting out a loud moan as soon as your hips met at the way he stretched you out.

“Fuck.” He said with a groan, when you put your arms behind his neck and started to bounce on top of him. You had been on top many times before when there wasn’t any space for him to be on top of you, but this time the feeling of getting caught was making him inside you feel so much better.

Your skirt covered both his cock and your pussy but as you started to go faster your knees hitting the ground and you both let out moans, it was obvious what you were doing. You kept bouncing up and down as you rotate your hips every once in a while, and Neville couldn’t get enough of you as he placed his hands under your ass and pulled you closer to him making him groan louder. He started to kiss you again sensing that you were both getting too loud to not get caught and he kissed you feverishly, kissing your neck every once in a while.

He moved his hips to get him to reach a new angle inside you and he started thrusting up to you and your hips hit each other with every movement. You started moaning loudly and he pressed his lips onto your again muffling your sounds. You started to get close and from the amount of times you’ve reached this point with Neville he sensed this and started to increase his speed while rubbing sloppy circles on your clit.

He worked you through your orgasm and soon after that you felt him cum inside you, you knew the spell so it wasn’t a problem. After you pulled up from him, you sat on the ground beside him. You were still breathing heavily when he asked “Are you okay love?”

You nodded and started to lean into Neville. Then you heard a rustle in the leaves around you both and both frantically tried to look calm and cool. Professor Sprout came into view with Professor Slughorn, both of them looking awkward, “I just wanted to get him the potion ingredients.” said professor Sprout.

“Best be off to class, kids.” Professor Slughorn added trying to be cheerful and act as if they hadn’t heard you and Neville fucking a few seconds ago.

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vilentia · 8 months

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Love's Bloom

Neville Longbottom x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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juneberrie · 9 months

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( DRUNK / SOBER. ) — ★ N. LONGBOTTOM

author's note ✶ based off this request — ❝ could you write a first kiss / confession scenario w neville? thank you <33 ❞ but i kinda left out the kiss part . . . whoopsie !!! also (red) dividers by @ rookthornesartistry

synopsis ₊˚ෆ drunk words r sober thoughts . . . or : you get drunk as all fuck and accidentally confess to neville. depictions of ( underage ) drinking. wc — 926

YOU DIDN'T KNOW when the gryffindor common room started spinning. maybe it was one, two, three firewhiskies in.. or four... or five... but its not important. what's important right now is getting another drink.

it feels like fire's running through your veins and you want more. you start heading towards the corner of a room, where the weasley twins had set up a cooler and had bottles upon bottles of vodka, beer, and your current favorite — firewhiskey.

right as your hand reaches towards the cooler for a lukewarm drink, a freckled hand slaps it away. you turn, almost tripping over yourself, to see ginny, standing arms crossed.

"how many have you had?" she asks, staring at you.

"not mannnyyyy," you slur, putting your arm around her shoulder. "probably maybe like two? or like five, i can't remember," you giggle.

she rolls her eyes and starts walking you towards the stairs, muttering.

"where're we going?" you ask, stumbling over your shoes as she hauls you upstairs.

"boys dorm." you turn to face her and raise your eyebrows.

"ooooooohhhhh~" you giggle, putting a hand on the wall to steady yourself before taking another step up.

"not ooh. you're staying with neville before you drink yourself silly."

you pout and nearly trip over the top stair.

"i dont wannaa," you whine, trying to go back downstairs. her grip on your arm is firm, and she shakes her head.

"oh, but you have to." as the two of you make it to the landing, she leads you to a stop a few doors down. she raps her knuckles against the door. "open up. 've got a delivery for you," she laughs, looking at you. you're looking around the hallway, wondering why you've never been up there before. the plus red carpet, the gold accents everywhere, the photos hung on the walls of gryffindors past.

neville opens the door. "oh! hi ginny. hi y/n," he says, a small smile on his face. he looks at you swiveling your head around, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. ginny rolls her eyes and nudges you.

you jump and turn to smile at neville. "heyyy nevvv," you grin. he cocks his eyebrow at ginny.

"they're drunk," she explains, jokingly glaring at you. "they had like, six firewhiskies." neville's eyebrows fly up into his hairline and you playfully smack ginny's arm.

"not siixxx. only five.. i think," you correct, swaying on your feet. ginny rolls her eyes and pushes you into the dorm room.

"don't let them do anything stupid," she tells neville before pulling the door shut and leaving you alone with neville.

the second the door shuts, you turn, run full speed and flop onto neville's bed.

"has your bed allllways been this cozy," you mumble into the comforter.

neville laughs quietly. "i guess so." he sits down next to you, on the edge of the bed, watching as you spread out like a starfish on his bed. "five firewhiskies, really?" he asks.

you roll over and giggle up at the ceiling. "yeahhhh..." you hiccup. "wanna know a secret?" you turn to him, eyes wide.

he shrugs. "sure, y/n." he thought for a second before adding, "as — as long as you won't regret it when you're sober."

you smack his leg. "i wooonn'ttttt," you slur out. "it'll be like, totally fine. i won't regret it. probably. maybe. no."

he chuckles and awkwardly moves your hand off his thigh. "what is it?"

"did you know....." you hiccup again. "i've had like... a maaajjjjoooorrrr crush on you since fourth year?" you have a wide grin on your face.

neville looks taken aback, a small blush spreading across his face. "w-what?" he asks.

"yeahhh," you giggle. "like, i looove your hair, and you're soooo nice to like, everyone!!! and you're funny, and even though people think you're kind of a loser—" you lower your voice to a giggly, drunken whisper. "—you're a reaaaallllllyyyy cute loser." you burst into giggles, kicking your feet in the air. "like, reallllllyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy cute."

he blinks at you. "i—wha— you— me—" he sighs and takes a deep breath, a blush on his face. "you're drunk..." he takes another deep breath and softly pats your shoulder. "you're drunk," he repeats firmly. it sounds as if he's trying to convince himself.

you shake your head, still giggling. "yeah but like... whats that thing... the thingy that people alllllllways say??" you sit up like a rocket. "drunk words are like, sober thoughts." you nod solemly at him. "yeah... yeah. yeah." you grin at him and yawn.

he stares at you, looking slightly sad but still with the blush on his face. "you should get some sleep." he gets up from the bed and goes through a door on the other side of the room. he comes back holding a small paper cup filled with water. "drink it. it'll— uh, it'll make you feel better."

you take it and try to chug it down like a shot, causing the water to spill all over your front. you frown. he chuckles softly and takes the cup from you. he goes back to the bathroom and refills it before casting a drying spell on you.

he helps you take off your shoes and carefully wraps his duvet around you. "goodnight," he whispers, dimming the lights in the dorm.

you're out like a light the second your head hits the pillow. he gently rubs your side, watching your chest rise and fall.

drunk words are sober thoughts, he reminded himself, smiling at your sleeping form. he hopes its true.

#plant boy (liz's version)#liz's writing ♡#hp x reader #hp fluff #hp imagine #neville longbottom #neville longbottom x reader #neville x reader #neville x y/n #neville longbottom x you

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btsbabe7 · 4 months

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November Prompt 21: Crisp Air

Words: 905 | Pairing: Neville Longbottom x reader

In the distance, you can make out Neville’s frame hunched on a bench in front of the main greenhouse. Thick brown vines trailing across the giant frosted windows hug the structure behind him and the morning horizon peeks just beyond it. The view is breathtaking, but you can’t bring yourself to stop staring at him.

Your close footsteps draw his attention from the book in his hands and up towards you. His thick brown hair is blowing in the soft morning winds and he shoves his book away, immediately coming off the bench to greet you with a warm smile. His gloved hands rest on your cheeks and he leans down to plant a soft kiss on your lips, warming you more than you’d been with your hands shoved inside your coat pockets on the walk over. When he pulls away, his ocean blue eyes gaze into yours and you get lost in them until the crisp morning air rushes over the both of you. The moment you shiver against him, he reaches into his bag for the extra greenhouse keys he’d managed to get from Professor Sprout at the beginning of the year.

“Next class isn’t due til noon, so we have plenty of time to study,” he grunts while pushing the heavy door open with his shoulder. With a sigh, he turns back toward you, following your lead after you step inside. Shortly after, he locks the door from the inside. “But I don’t understand why you want to study dittany, we’re far more advanced than that.”

You take in the warmth of the greenhouse. All the sunlight that seems to have disappeared over the week has been absorbed inside the frosted glass walls. Everywhere you turn there’s plant pots, soil and fertilizer bags or some green herb growing lushly. It makes you smile, makes you happy to be able to witness life in this form when everything outside of here is withering away and growing colder with winter fast approaching.

You peel your coat off, then your gloves and scarf and earmuffs and toss them on the only empty table you can find before turning to see your boyfriend’s look of confusion.

“Come on, Nev,” you purr softly. “Warm me up a bit?”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip the moment he slips out of his coat and drops everything on the ground before scurrying to you. Neville steps in front of you, allowing his fingertips to curl against the hairs at the nape of your neck before pulling you into an open-mouthed kiss.

He’s gotten loads more attention now due to his changing looks, but you’ve had the real luxury of watching him grow older over the years. His puffy cheeks were the first to go, eventually rounding out into a sculpted, chiseled jawline and soon after, his body had done the same, leaving him with nothing but pure muscle that threatened to tear through the white button up he’d failed to replace. And though he had many physical changes, his kindness and courage and care for you always remained, and that’s what you love most.

You hop on top of the table, shaking a few pots in the neighboring potting tables which gains a laugh from the both of you. And once you’ve steadied yourself, you glide your hands over his, which had dropped to your waist during your kiss. Then, you trail up his wrists and slowly over his biceps until you reach his shoulder blades. You work your fingers tenderly into the knots that always form there and he grunts loudly in relief.

“You’re doing it again, aren’t you?” You moan. “Carrying all the plant pots for the first years?”

He bows his head in shame, knowing that he told you he’d stop two weeks ago.

“You know how heavy those pots can get, Y/n, and they’re so small. It reminds me of us seven years ago,” he admits.

“Nev, you promised. It’s admirable, truly, but you’re neglecting your own body.”

“I can handle it,” he whispers and leans in closer, looking you straight in the eyes with a smirk. “Besides, I have you to rub out all the kinks and knots.”

You scoff softly before giggling against his touch and pulling him closer. He rests his head against your shoulder, his breath steadying against rhe goosebumps that have prickled across your skin.

“Y/n?” He breathes.

“Mhm?”

“I want you to stay with me over the break,” he answers, pulling back to see the clear excitement and nervousness on your face.

In all the years of dating, he’d never asked, and during the times you’d begged him, he always said he didn’t want to intrude on you and your time with your family; though, he didn’t even have his own anymore.

“Yes. Yes! Of course I’ll come, Nev,” you exclaim and rest your hands against his collarbones.

“Y/n,” he says again and you gaze up into his eyes once more. “I’m absolutely head over heels in love with you.”

You blush hard as he brushes your tears away and pulls your lips back against his. In that kiss, you both make a silent vow to never abandon each other. And that vow, in a world where anything can be frigid and crisp on the outside, having the ability to lean on each other for warmth whenever you may need it feels absolutely amazing, just as love should.

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qtssvnwoo · 1 year

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hii ik ive requested before but could i request a neville x huff!reader where like the reader is really loud and extroverted and has adhd but neville is his quiet self and he loves listening to her ramble about everything and anything? <333333 love your work bestie

You can request as many times as you'd like bestie <333

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His (Chatty) Hufflepuff-Neville Longbottom

Neville wasn’t exactly the most extroverted person. He was typically quiet and didn’t say too much in class unless called upon. He had very few friends, and he honestly kept to himself a lot. Neville was picked on and teased for being ‘forgetful’ and sometimes, it made him sad, but he knew that what the people said was true, so he didn’t mind all too much.

You on the other hand were like a bouncy ball. You’d talk and talk and talk until you physically could not. You were very energetic and tended to convey that into your words. You had quite a few friends and you were known for talking really fast. People liked you, and knew you as ‘the energetic Hufflepuff’. You had a habit of telling everyone everything and some found it quite annoying, but you didn’t care.

Thats why, when Neville asked you out one day during fourth year, people were surprised when you said yes. They were even more surprised when you two continued to date for the years following. You and Neville were polar opposites and people found it odd that you two had been together for so long.

“His quietness would send me through the roof.” Some people would say.

“She’s too loud, and she is quite energetic. I would get annoyed quickly.” Others would say.

But, you never listened to them. Probably because you were too focused on talking to Neville.

“OH OH OH OH OH. AND THEN, and then Cathrine told Henry that she never actually liked him! Can you believe that? After seven years together you think she would’ve truly liked him. I mean, if it was me, I would’ve never been with Henry because I’m convinced his favorite food is garlic bread! He always smells like garlic. I actually like Garlic I think it's yummy. And I like dipping it in pasta. Do you like Pasta Neville?”

Neville smiled up at you from where he was sitting. He was trying to do his herbology homework but he was so engrossed in listening to you that his homework had made its way back into his bag. You two were sitting underneath the tree in the courtyard, and Neville watched as you laughed and smiled. Truth is, he was more paying attention to your lips moving and the sound of your laugh than your story, but he still answered you.

“I like Pasta.”

“Oh that's good because I LOVE Pasta, if I could eat pasta everyday I could. Well, maybe not everyday because I would get sick of it, and if I got sick of pasta I would be so sad because I LOVE pasta Neville. I really like when they put that white sauce on the pasta too, with the chicken. OH speaking of chicken, did you know my brother has a chicken farm in Italy! He raises chickens, Neville! Can you believe that?”

“I cannot.”

“Me either, I could never be around chickens. They smell and they are very very loud. Kind of like Henry. OH OH OH Did I tell you that Henry and Cathrine aren’t together? They broke up because Cathrine said that she never liked him.”

You continued to talk, all your stories and little speeches always got mixed and tangled together, but you somehow managed to always bring it back to the main point.

Neville sat in the courtyard listening to you rant about everything for the next hour, but he didn’t mind it. He loved the way your voice sounded, how you would laugh at your own jokes and the way you always asked him a question every now and then to keep him interested in the conversation.

People walked past and they wondered how you two could stand each other. But you knew that with Neville’s quietness, and your chattiness, you were a perfect match. And no one could ever make you think otherwise.

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myouiminn · 8 months

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Shy Hearts

Neville Longbottom x Reader

Notes:don't repost without my permission!

The night was alive with the buzz of the party in the Gryffindor Common Room. Neville Longbottom stood there, enveloped in a mixture of joy and excitement, along with a hint of anxiety. He wasn't the type to stand out in a crowd, but he was determined to make the most of the night.

As he watched fellow students dance and laugh, his eyes met yours, Y/n. You were chatting animatedly with Hermione, and he couldn't help but smile at you. He had always found you incredibly captivating, someone who seemed to radiate light wherever you went.

His heart raced as you finally noticed him and waved enthusiastically. Neville felt a pleasant warmth spread through him as he waved back, trying to appear as confident as possible. He realized it was now or never; he didn't want to let this chance slip away.

Summoning his courage, he left his corner and made his way over to you. The sound of music and laughter almost drowned him out, but he was determined to make himself heard. As he approached, you smiled warmly at him, causing his heart to skip a beat.

"Hey, Neville! So glad you came!" you said, genuinely happy to see him.

He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, the party is amazing. You... you look amazing."

Your smile widened, and you gestured to the dance floor. "Shall we dance?"

Neville eagerly agreed, following you onto the dance floor. As the two of you danced, he began to feel more at ease. Words flowed more freely between you, and he realized he had much more in common with you than he had ever imagined.

You talked about books, potions, and even your hopes and dreams for the future. Neville was falling for not only your outer beauty but also the incredible person you were on the inside. He loved how you laughed at his jokes and encouraged him to open up more about himself.

As the night progressed, the connection between you grew stronger. You saw how kind, thoughtful, and intelligent he was. And Neville admired your confidence and passion for the things you loved. It was a mutual exchange of energy and interest, creating a special bond between the two of you.

When the party was nearing its end, you found yourselves in a quieter corner of the room. Neville looked into your eyes and smiled, feeling grateful for having mustered the courage to approach you.

"Y/n, I wanted to say... I had a really great time tonight. And I'd love to see you again. Maybe we could grab a coffee at the Three Broomsticks sometime?" he asked, nervously.

Your smile transformed into an even brighter one, and you nodded eagerly. "I'd love to, Neville. Can't wait."

And there, on that magical night in the Gryffindor Common Room, Neville discovered that sometimes the best things happen when you take a risk and set aside your shyness. He had found someone who valued him exactly as he was, and he couldn't wait to see what the future held for the two of you.

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slaymybreathaway · 10 months

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The tension between me and writing a Neville Longbottom x reader (that's also Seamus Finnegan's twin sister) fanfic is so high...

Comment if you want to be tagged!

[Edit: it's up now, read it here]

(AHHH LOOK AT THIS CUTIE)

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fangirlshrieks · 2 years

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How did Neville develop a Mommy Kink?

a/n: Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I just got really busy and time has been passing by faster than I thought. Here's something I finished back in May but never got the chance to post.

I think it is a popular head cannon that Neville has a mommy kink, but what I want to know is how you guys think he developed this kink? Feel free to reblog this, send me a message in my inbox, comment with your opinion, make your own post, etc. on how he developed this kink. Please, I'm dying to know! I just want more Neville content 😩

Parings: Neville Longbottom x fem! reader

Warnings: smut!, fluff!, mommy kink!

Summary: How Neville developed a mommy kink.

This is just how I imagined Neville developed a mommy kink:

First of all, it definitely stems from his mommy issues

Poor boy didn't have a mommy 😢 (I mean he does but she doesn't remember him after Bellatrix tortured her 🥲)

But I think it probably started in his first year, it didn’t develop full on but just began to bloom

After melting Seamus’s cauldron in Snape’s poisons lesson and red boils spring up all over his body he was sent to the hospital wing

I think it was here where he developed sort of a small crush on Madam Pomfrey

I think Madam Pomfrey might have known about Neville’s parents, considering she was one of the best healers and probably made frequent trips to Saint Mungos, and knew he lived with his grandmother.

Madam Pomfrey knew Neville’s gran, Augusta, before his parents went insane

Before the incident Augusta was a cheerful woman who adored her son and loved her daughter-in-law

After they were sent to live in Saint Mungos for the rest of their lives, Augusta became more stern and raised Neville in their shadow

It’s not that Augusta didn’t love Neville, she did, but she was not the warm sweet woman she once was. She was broken inside

Neville sometimes wished his gran showed him that she loved him

Even at age 11 he couldn’t remember a time when his gran held him. Not that she could anyways, she was an old woman

So when Madam Pomfrey made a fuss about Neville when he entered the hospital wing, it tugged on a few strings in his heart

She made him drink a potion that would help with the boils and bandaged him up

He cried through the whole thing as the boils became more painful by the second

He would have to stay overnight as it would take a couple hours for the boils to go away

She gave him a sweet to calm him down and held his hand for a while

She hushed him and whispered that it would be okay and for him to be more careful next time

He tried to go to sleep that night but he couldn’t

He quietly whimpered under the covers from the pain

When Madam Pofrey heard his cries she got her candle lamp and some more healing potions and headed to sit besides Neville

Neville was startled a bit but when he saw that it was Madam Pomfrey he hugged her tightly

He wailed that he was in pain

Madam Pomfrey was a bit surprised but felt pity for the boy and rubbed her hand up and down his back to calm him down

Neville had felt safe in Madam Pomfrey's arms and wondered if this is what it would be like if his mother could comfort him

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That obviously wasn’t Neville’s last trip to the hospital wing

After he broke his wrist from crash landing a broomstick during his very first flying lesson, he was sent to the hospital wing for the second time

Madam Pomfrey held Neville’s hand as he cried

But she was able to fix his arm in no time

Neville stayed in the hospital wing for about an hour afterwards so Madam Pomfrey could make sure that he was properly healed

Although Madam Pomfrey scolded Neville for hurting himself again, she comforted him

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After that day he felt sort of an affinity towards Madam Pomfrey

He saw Madam Pomfrey as sort of a maternal figure

But this made him sad because he missed his own mother even though there wasn't a time he could remember having a mother

He just wished that his mother and father could remember who he was and they could be a family

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Then over the years he found a maternal figure in Professor Sprout

She was one of the first professors at Hogwarts to truly believe in his abilities

Outside of class Neville helped Professor Sprout with projects she had for other students in different years

Whenever Neville did a good job Professor Sprout would always say “good job Neville” and compliment him on his achievements

This filled Neville with pride and he wanted to keep making Professor Sprout proud

He once accidentally called Professor Sprout “mum” when he was helping her repot a few plants at the beginning of his third year

He was so embarrassed but thankful it didn’t happen during class

This definitely surprised Professor Sprout but she took pity on the boy and pretended like she didn’t hear what he had said

He left earlier than usual that day

But before he could leave that day she told him that his parent would be proud of him and that she was proud of him

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When he met you he slowly began to fall in love

He knew who you were since first year but you two had never really talked much

But then one day during third year, the two of you were paired up together for potions

Professor Snape had paired you two together because he was tired of Neville managing to mess up another potion and you were one of his top students so Professor Snape hoped to have a stress free day

You actually taught Neville how to make the potion properly and taught him the importance of each ingredient

You were not condescending in any way, like Professor Snape was, but you were actually kind and understanding and you took every opportunity to help Neville learn from his mistakes

Neville appreciated this greatly and after that week the two of you quickly became friends and you were his occasional tutor

During his tutoring sessions he would try his very best to learn the subject he was having trouble with

Whenever he mastered something you would boost his ego with words of affirmation

“See I knew you could do it!”

“Good Job!”

“You’re doing amazing!”

He would work hard on his studies just to hear those words

To be honest you were the mom friend of the group (it's me, I’m the mom friend of the group and the oldest sibling so I’m basically my younger siblings second mother)

Always making sure everyone was safe at parties, making sure your friends ate and drank water, and keeping up with their studies

One day you found Neville crying

You were looking for him because you wanted to return his herbology notebook

You went to find him in the Gryffindor common room but he wasn’t there and he wasn’t in his dorm either

It was getting late and you were worried about him

So you went searching for him

You checked all his usual hiding spots until you remember that he loved to hang out in the green house

As you approached the green house you quietly opened the glass door

It didn’t look like anyone was there and you were about to leave until you heard quiet sobs coming from the far end of the green house

You tipped toed closer to the noise and noticed Neville was curled up in the fetal position under the table with his back facing you

“Neville?” you whispered and squatted down to his level.

He froze and held his breath to stop crying but didn’t turn around

“Neville, what’s wrong?”

“I’m fine” he choked. “Just… just go away”

“Neville, I’m not leaving you here like this” you said, joining him under the table sitting near his head. You sat with your legs to one side

“Are you hurt?” you asked.

He shook his head no

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He didn’t say anything but shifted uncomfortably. He wiped away a few tears before speaking.

“No one will let me in the Gryffindor common room”

You had heard about Neville losing a list of passwords to get into the Gryffindor common room letting Sirius Black almost kill Harry Potter. That’s why the castle was on high alert.

You hadn’t had the chance to talk to Neville since then and didn’t know what punishment he received until now

“I’m not allowed to know the password anymore” Neville sniffled.

You stared pitifully at the back of Neville’s head

“And Gran sent a howler this morning” at this Neville started to cry again.

You scooted closer to Neville and started to comb through his hair with your fingers to calm him down.

You were late to breakfast that morning and didn’t see Neville there. He must have left before you got there

You knew his grandmother could be harsh with her words, but you didn’t understand why he was suddenly upset about this

“My parents would never had done something so stupid”

Your hand froze, Neville never spoke about his parents. You had assumed they were dead because he was living with his grandmother.

Then you scooted closer to Neville so that he could put his head in your lap and continue to pet his hair

He didn’t fight it but once his head was in your lap a sob escaped his lips

“Neville, you can’t be so hard on yourself. It was an honest mistake”

Then he weeped even harder and started to babble about his parents but you couldn’t understand

“It’s not fair” he sobbed

You didn’t know what to do so you just comforted him brushing his hair

It took him a couple of minutes before he calmed down

“They were auror’s you know” he muttered

“I was one when it happened. When they were tortured by the death eater, Bellatrix Lestrange,” he sniffled and wiped his nose with his hand.

“They were sent to Saint Mungos, where they live now. They don’t even know who I am”

Hearing this broke your heart and a few tears left your eyes

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After that day you spent more time with Neville

He didn’t mean to be so vulnerable with you but he was glad to have finally told someone

And he was especially grateful that you didn’t tell anyone about it

For a couple of weeks you were more touchy with him

He felt awkward at first but he liked the occasional hugs and when you played with his hair

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When he left home that summer he found himself thinking about you often

He was happy to see that he received a letter from you the first week he was home and the two of you would write to each other

He kept all your letters in a shoe box

He missed you and looked forward to when he could see you again

Then one night he found himself falling asleep to rereading your letters

He dreamt about you for the first time, in what would be a series of dreams

The two of you were sitting under a tree and he was laying in your lap

You were playing with his hair, like you occasionally did in real life

He was looking up at you and he found himself staring at your eyes

He never realized how pretty your eyes were or how your lips were shaped so perfectly

You smiled down at him and he thought your smile was the most beautiful thing in the world

He instantly felt butterflies in his stomach and felt the heat rise to his face

You caressed his cheek and then you leaned down to kiss him

Then he was abruptly woken up by his alarm clock

There was cold sweat on Neville’s forehead and his heart was pounding

“Oh no” he said laying down in his bed

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And his crush on you started his mommy kink started

He couldn’t get you out of his mind

Wherever he went, he found himself thinking about you

He even started to have multiple dreams about you

Some were cute innocent dreams were the two of you would cuddle

And some were not so innocent

But as a young teenager in the 90s with no sex eduaction he didn’t really know what was going on down there for girls so all he could dream about were your boobs, thighs, hips, and ass

A particular recurring dream he would have was were the two of you were naked and he would lay his head in your lap and suck on your tits

In his dream you would brush your fingers through his hair like you would do in real life to help calm him down

As he nuzzled into your chest he would get a raging erection

One of your hands would stay playing with his hair while the other slowly made its way to touch him

And every time he would wake up in a cold sweat and find a mess in his briefs

He didn’t mind the dreams but the closer school was approaching the more terrified he was about how he would act around you

Let’s just say that there were plenty of embarrassing moments for him

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When the two of you finally became a couple in the middle of 6th year and the two of you had taken your relationship slow, not that you really had a choice

You had only gotten together after winter break and afterwards things were pretty much the same; except with more kissing and hand holding obviously

Then after Dumbledors death at the end of your sixth year marked off the start of the war

It was pretty difficult to have a physical relationship with Neville during your seventh year with the war going on and having to make sure Neville didn’t get hurt in his attempts to stand up to the Carrows

It wasn’t until after leaving Hogwarts when the two of you moved in together that the two of you decided to have sex for the first time

You found out Neville was a little on the submissive side in bed after a couple of months which you didn’t mind at all

But the way you found out about his mommy kink was on accident

You were riding his face furiously one night and screaming his name

Neville's eyes were rolled to the back of his head as usual as he eat you out

His mind was foggy and he wasn’t really understanding what he was saying

Not that you could hear him anyway as his mouth was full of pussy

But the things he was mumbling into your pussy were his most secret thoughts

"Use me, please use me"

"I'm yours"

"I want to be under your control"

"Let me please you"

"Mommy"

All these things came out as incomprehensible moans and cries

But as you reached your crashing point your breathing quickened and you tugged on his hair

Neville mewled at his hair being pulled and groped at your thighs and hips to pull you closer to him as you came all over his mouth and chin

As you sat up from Neville’s face he whimpered a quiet "mommy" with his eyes blissfully closed, a smile on his face, and your juices glistening on his lips

Hearing Neville call you "mommy" gave you butterflies in your stomach

You sat on his bare chest as he came down from his high

It was only after he had caught his breath and stared up at you did he find you already looking down at him fondly

“Is that what you want to call me?” you smirked and brushed a strand of hair out of his face

“What?” Neville was completely confused

“Mommy?” you said dreamily

Then his eyes widened in horror. He was never supposed to say that out loud. You were never supposed to find out

Neville was so embarrassed all he could do was hid his face into your legs

You giggled at this

You thought he was so cute when ever he turned red

"Please can we just forget about that!" He said trying to get out from under you

Then you sat on his neck with his chin right under your pussy and your thighs squeezing the sides of his head

"Where do you think you're going?" You said in a stern voice

Neville just looked up at you eye lids half closed and a whimper escaping his lips

He could feel his dick twitch at the feeling of being chocked by your thighs

"Mommy's not done with you yet"

Neville's bottom lip quivered as you caressed his face between your thighs

His hardened cock ached for your touch but all it could do was stain against his stomach

"Mommy" he managed to yelp out

That was the beginning of a long night

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shortandslytherin · 4 months

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Snowed In (Neville Longbottom x Genderneutral!Reader)

A quick little blurb for Christmas! I wanted to write something for me and all my Neville lovers out there. It's nothing special or long. Just a quick cute fluffy story.

Request: Yes/No

Summary: It's Christmas and the reader is snowed in with their boyfriend, Neville Longbottom. The couple spend the day inside cuddling and drinking hot chocolate.

Warnings: Christmas, mention of Neville's parents, established relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort, reader's looks are unspecified, and gender neutral pronouns

Y/N looked out the window and saw the snow coming down rapidly and immediately felt the chill in their bones. They were glad that the wind and snow couldn't reach them. They were also very thankful for the heating charm that was put over this small apartment that they shared with Neville. "Flower, is everything alright? You've been staring out the window for awhile now..." A voice suddenly asked... It was obvious who it belonged to. Y/N just shrugged. "I just feel bad I took so long getting ready this morning. I know you really wanted to go see your parents." Neville let out a little chuckle and sat down next to his partner; setting to cups of cocoa on the window sill. "Flower, don't worry. I'd much rather be snowed in here then at St. Mungoes. Sometimes, it's painful to be there and see my parents just look right through me."

Y/N looked at their boyfriend with concerned eyes and gave him a hug. "Nev, don't ever keep secrets like that from me... I want to be able to be there for you." He hugs back; squeezing a little tight onto them. He's happy to have someone so caring. He pulls away after a minute and seems shocked when Y/N wipes away few tears forming his eyes. He didn't even realize that the tears had formed in his eyes until they were wiped away. "Hey, Nev. Let's talk about something else... Maybe it'll take your mind off this." Y/N suggests as they pick up the cups of cocoa and hand one to Neville.

The brunette male smiles weakly and nods. "Sure, love." The couple clink cups and then start drinking their cocoa in silence. It was more comfortable than any words could be. They made their way to their couch and curled up together under a knitted throw blanket. Y/N's head rested on Neville's shoulder but they sat up just enough so that they could still drink their hot cocoa.

A few hours later, empty cups were left forgotten on the coffee table. Neville was staring at Y/N and was completely mesmerized by this wonderful person who he'd been in love with since his fifth year. He is sitting there with you in his arms and he couldn't be more comfortable. In fact, being next to Y/N actually takes his mind completely off his original plans for the day. They look at him with a little smile crossing their face. "So umm.... Neville... What're you thinking about right now? I'll tell you what I'm thinking about if what you're thinking about is half as interesting as it." They bargain and press a kiss to his cheek. Neville looks at them and he has the most affectionate smile on his face. He speaks softly. "I'm thinking about you... I'm thinking about how beautiful you look... And I'm thinking about how amazing it is to be around you... To have this experience with you... It's incredible... That's what I'm thinking about." Neville seems to be in another world right now. Y/N brushes their nose against his and look at him like he's something rare and precious. "I was clearly overthinking something... I thought you were still upset... But nevermind that... I love you...." They cuddle in closer to him and let out a relieved sigh. Neville smiles even bigger and it seems like he has become completely overwhelmed by the love he is feeling right now. He kisses their forehead softly. "I love you too."

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bvbygrl-writes · 5 months

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Imagine after that night at the lake she tries to go back to how it was but he keeps making seemingly innocent comments but there's always a mocking undertone that only she could understand, and even in front of other students he'll whisper degrading and dirty things to her like he was giving school advice and she finally breaks after weeks and shows up to class with one of her old skirts from her yearly hogwarts years that's now too small just to get even more comments from him because she can't deny how much she loves it. Such a stark contrast from the helpful and adoring professor everyone knows and the one that calls her a dirty slut for not wearing panties to class

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Pairing: Professor!Neville Longbottom x Student!Reader (part 2 to this)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: student / teacher relationship, degradation, slight mention of cum play

18+ MINORS / ACCOUNTS WITHOUT AGE DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

After that night at the lake, things had seemingly gone back to normal on the outside. However on the inside, both of them were in replaying the scene like a movie.

Neville had tossed the girls clothes a bit closer to the edge of the lake before turning and walking off, leaving (Y/n) with her heart and mind racing. Deciding not to push her luck she climbed out of the lake with haste, quickly beginning to put her clothing on. She started with her vintage night gown, reaching down to put on the matching underwear. However she gasped, mouth agape at the state of them. The crotch part of her underwear was filled with a puddle of cum.

Her eyes watched as Professor Longbottom's mouth moved, speaking words she couldn't focus at all during today's lesson. The corners of her mouth turned upwards slightly as the Herbology professor smiled, answering a student's question. How was this the same man who had said such dirty things to her? Who sat there, defiling her with the mere intensity of his gaze?

Her thighs clenched shut under the table as she remembered the feeling of her cum filled panties. The way his semen felt sticky and warm against her throbbing clit. Shaking her head, she ran a hand over her face as she tried to tune back into the lesson.

"And to end this lesson, I must say while I am not suggesting you sneak to the lake to see how much better the water is for certain plants, I am saying to be careful!" their eyes locked on one another as he continued with his speech. "Some of the most insane and unbelievable things have been known to happen there." he finished, the pitch of his voice dropping. "Class dismis...sed." he shook his head, the students fleeing from the greenhouse before he could even finish his words. But as usual, (Y/n) lingered around.

"Are you staying for tea, love? I put the kettle on towards the end of class so it'd be warm. We can look over your notes to make sure you've got the lesson down." he asked, setting down two beat up mugs on the table in front of them. Her body relaxed at the smell of fresh peppermint tea wafting up from the cup, the steam causing her face to grow even warmer.

"Of course, Professor. I actually had a question on..." she drifted off, clearing her throat at the feeling of his soft chest pressing against her back as he peered over her shoulder. The girl had to practically pierce her tongue with her teeth to keep from moaning at the scent of his gentle cologne invading her senses. She felt her body heat up as she realized not a singular note had been written on her scroll. A layer of goosebumps and sweat coated her body as he chuckled, noticing her lack of notes as well.

"Seems like you missed the entire lesson despite being present the entire time. Perhaps your question was about....something else?" he whispered, the stubble on his face gently scratching the side of the girl's face. She froze, stuttering a bunch of nonsensical words. He had her right where he wanted her and they both knew it.

"N-no! Um, just the lesson. I was wondering if you could explain it to me again but a bit slower?" she managed to get out, proud of herself for even being able to utter anything with the position they were in. Neville rolled his eyes, thanking Merlin that she couldn't see his expression from behind her, sighing as he walked over to the plant he had used in today's lesson.

"Right, of course. Well today...."

Weeks had gone by, and Neville was still finding ways to get under her skin. The little things he'd whisper into her ear during class, the looks he'd give her, and the not so subtle touches he'd place on her body were all slowly eating away at her composure. She was trying to wait, keep things at least somewhat professional until the end of the month when she'd no longer be his student. But that was proving to not be working by the infinite amount of wet dreams she had, the times she'd have to change her panties between classes, and not to mention all the times she had sat there for hours trying to satisfy that pit in her stomach.

Rolling over in bed, she groaned looking at the muggle digital clock she had, the bright red numbers glaring at her angrily. 3:15AM. Every night, every fucking night, she'd lay here tossing and turning coated in sweat from her impure thoughts. The aching between her legs growing more and more. Something had to be done and she knew just exactly what that was.

This plan was so unlike anything she had ever done before but, desperate times called for desperate measures. She had managed to get away with setting it up, slipping into class while Mr.Longbottom was having a conversation with one of her classmates. And during his lecture, she had zipped her robes up completely, making sure her legs were covered and out of sight. She let him do his usual whispering in the ear, not even making an attempt to ignore him. She'd let him have his game during class because once it ended, it'd be her turn to play.

As the final student made their way from the class, (Y/n) started to second guess her choice. Her hands were clammy and sweaty and she was sure if she were to cough, her heart would lurch from her throat. 'It's now or never, (Y/n/n). Don't be a pussy!' She said in her head. Taking a deep breath, she cleared her throat causing the older man to look in her direction.

"It's quite a warm afternoon isn't it, Professor?" He hummed in agreement, smiling at her as he went to lock the door.

"It is. Perhaps we can go borrow some lemons from the elves in the kitchen, make us a pitcher of lemonade." He said, turning to face her. "I know a cozy little spot in the forest with a nice amount of shade."

"Or.." she trailed walking in his direction slowly, her hand on the zipper of her robe. The sound of it gliding down was the only sound either of them could focus off. "I could just cool down like this." her robe dropped to the floor, revealing her attire. Her skirt was small, the bottom of her ass peeking out from below the pleats, pussy on full display with a light layer of arousal along her lips. Her top was most definitely an issue (if you could call it that) as well, the buttons barely held together around her chest, the top few left undone with her cleavage on display.

Neville's pupils darkened as he swiped his hand across his face almost as if he couldn't believe the scene in front of him. All he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears. Silently he began to walk around her in circles, taking in her full appearance. She turned her head to follow his gaze.

"Don't move, face forward and still. You wanted to display yourself to me, for me to objectify and stare at you like this, hm, petal?" he chuckled, dragging his finger through the folds of her pussy with his finger, causing the girl to whimper. Bending down to her eye level, he put his slick covered finger into his mouth, moaning as he taste her. His eyes closed, an expression of pure euphoria present before he began to look at her once again. "I thought you were a good girl, I was giving you the benefit of the doubt during your little whore's bath a few weeks ago but this? I know this was intentional."

He gripped her face with his hand, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Were you walking around like a whore all day? Who else did you flash your cute little pussy to?" her eyes widened, as she attempted to talk, the hold he had on her jaw tight.

"No one, sir! Just you, I-I changed into this before class. It's all...for you." she spluttered out. This side of him that came out when they were alone was intimidating and honestly, a bit frightening. But, she loved every second of it.

"Good. Go bend over my desk so I can show you something those little 7th year boys could never."

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nevsdoll · 1 year

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— ✧.* MASTERLIST (ㅅ´ ˘ `) ✎

[✧] fluff. [❀] smut. [❆] angst.

[💬] REQUESTS OPEN ⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾

bad grade [❀]

bad grade pt.2 [❀💬]

study date [❀💬]

wounds [✧]

wounds pt.2 [❀💬]

herbology for dummies [❀💬]

braids [❀]

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puppy-coded · 2 years

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Manners{N.L.}

warnings: swearing, reader’s kinda a witch[no pun inteded]

pairing: Neville Longbottom x slytherin!reader

word count: 712 words

A/N: Did I age up reader and Neville? Yes. Did I use a picture of him from GoF? Also yes. It’s cute and panicky and I love it. Anyway, this whole thing started because of this picture.

Neville was panicking and you could tell. You could also tell that you suck at comforting people unless it’s urgent.

He’s been pacing and muttering to himself for about thirty minutes before you turned around.

“Neville, are you okay?” You asked, trying not to sound annoyed. He made you look up from your book, how could you not be slightly annoyed?

He put his hands in his hair and looked extremely panicked. This was way above your pay-grade. “My family wants to meet you!”

“So?” You asked. “I’m a fucking delight.”

Neville sighed and sat next to you. “I know but... what if they don’t want me to be with you?”

“Then they suck.” You looked over at his expression and rubbed his arm. “Deep breaths... just... don’t think about it for a while?” You tried. You leaned on him and tried holding his hand.

He stood back up and went back to pacing and muttering, making you fall over on the couch.

“I got it!” He exclaimed out of nowhere after ten more minutes of pacing. “Etiquette classes!”

“Pass.”

“Not optional (Y/N). You’re a Slytherin, I need them to trust you since they already won’t.” He explained, crossing his arms.

“Won’t?” You asked. “What does that mean?”

“Well...” He squeaked out.

You realized why he was stalling his answer. “Do you not... tell them about me?” You asked, smiling a little.

“You’re a secretive person! I didn’t want to invade your privacy,” He defended. “But I’ve been so vague and they want to meet you to make sure you’re real.”

You glared at him for a few moments before giving in. “Fine, I’ll take your stupid classes to impress these morons.”

“And that leads us to our first lesson!” Neville said excitedly.

“Don’t call them morons?”

“Good instinct!”

. . .

Neville, despite you not wanting to bother your friends, contacted everyone who might have clothes that would fit you. He soon had multiple outfits that were decent.

After a little back and forth Neville agreed to the good leather jacket i.e. the one without bleach stains.

Now that the outfit for the next night was settled it was time for everyone’s favorite part.

Refining school.

Yippee.

. . .

“Neville I do not see the point in this!” You exclaimed, grabbing at your hair. “I should be able to say whatever the fuck I want.”

Neville sighed. “I know but if Gran heard you swearing she’d have our heads and we wouldn’t be allowed to see each other again.” He explained patiently, despite your current nastiness towards him.

You crossed your arms and started mumbling. “Whatever happened to being yourself?”

“A lot.”

You only looked over and glared at him.

“Just a few more things and we can go to bed, yeah?” He tried.

“It’s 3 in the morning!” You said, laying down on the ground. “Wake me when it’s over.”

Neville shook his head and took you to your shared room. “I guess I shouldn’t stress you out.”

You leaned on him to walk since you weren’t used to staying up as late as you were. “You’re only stressing yourself out. Stop it. If she doesn’t like us being together then who fucking cares? I don’t.” You told him. “But I do understand that she’s harsh and she raised you. Don’t worry, I won’t blow it.”

. . .

Neville trusted you when you said you wouldn’t blow it. And you didn’t.

You were the embodiment of prim and the personification of proper.

Everyone loved you and you even broke out the French to super impress them.

It was great.

After dinner when you to were walking home Neville was super impressed.

“When did you learn French?” He asked, bewildered. “I didn’t know you spoke it.”

“I don’t,” You shrugged. “Remember my bathroom break? I kinda used a small spell on myself...” You admitted. “I do know the cutest nickname of all though!”

“What is it?” He asked.

“Never mind that now mon amour,” You winked.

Neville smiled at that. “Cute.”

“Right?”

You grabbed his hand and went the rest of the walk home in silence and staring at the sky.

You had to thank our lucky stars that you had a wonderful boyfriend and half a mind to use the spells you did that night.

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tealeafgrimm · 1 year

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hii againn!! if requests are still open, could i have a adult neville longbottom and adult reader (theyre both professors) who start out disliking each other but gradually fall in love?? and the students love to tease them about the other all the time and its hilarious?? plus points if neville is confident and smirky bcs most fics potray him as nervous and all?? Thanks!!

Prof!Neville Longbottom x Prof!Reader

Words: 1.6k

A/N: I'm so sorry it took so long. I had great difficulty with this one and to be honest it isn't my best work, but I hope you still enjoy it. Also I started a new job about a month ago and my time to write is very limited. So just know, that if you request something I will eventually get to it, but I can't promise you it will be anytime soon.

It felt strange to walk down the empty corridors. You had never been here before the start of the new school year. The castle seemed even bigger than usual, the silence almost oppressive. You had hesitated when McGonagall had asked you if you wanted to take the job as Herbology teacher, but now that you were finally here, you could hardly wait. Professor Sprout had truly earned her retirement.

You stopped in front of the statue, behind which you knew the stairway to the headmaster's office was hidden. You gave the password and began to climb the stone steps.

"Come in," the familiar voice sounded and you entered the large office.

"Hello Professor I wanted to...", you paused in your sentence "...report for duty." You were not alone. Next to Professor McGonagall stood a young man, whom you could only identify as Neville Longbottom after a closer look.

You hadn't seen Neville since you left school. Surprised, you looked from one to the other, not sure what exactly to say or do.

"Ah Y/N, I've been waiting for you. As I explained to Neville here as well, there was a bit of an overlap, I'm afraid. One of the owls was so late that I sent a second one out. And...then you both accepted, so you were both hired as Herbology professors." You had never seen Professor McGonagall so distraught. She was blushing and you could see how uncomfortable she was with the whole situation.

"I thought...you might be able to share classes. This year we are expecting more new students than ever before. The classes will be unusually full, so it won't hurt to have two professors in one lesson. Especially if the position is newly filled." You didn't know what to say to that. And neither, it seemed, did Neville. Professor McGonagall knew how to take advantage of your speechlessness. She clapped her hands, looked from one to the other and smiled.

"Great, now that that's settled, I'll let you go. Get your offices and rooms set up and I'll see you at the Welcoming Feast tomorrow." With that she gently but firmly pushed you both out of her office. Wordlessly you descended the stairs.

You didn't know what to think, what to feel or what to say. Holding class with Neville Longbottom was the last thing you wanted to do.

Normally you would say that you were a very nice, sociable and open-minded person. And you got on well with most of the people in your life. Neville was not one of them. Quite the opposite. There was an abysmal mutual dislike between you that had begun in your third year.

You couldn't say exactly when or why. You just didn't like each other. Probably it had something to do with the fact that you had been the two best in your year in Herbology, which had sparked off a real competition between you.

On the other hand, you were both older now and wasn't it time to leave the past and the old feelings behind you?

"I can't wait to hear the kids say that my teaching is a hundred times better." This statement snapped you abruptly out of your thoughts.

"I'm sorry, what?" Had you heard right? Neville looked at you with a sneer.

"Oh come on, we both know which one of us will do the better lessons. Me."

Your blood began to boil. Had you really considered jumping over your shadow for even a second?

"Well, we'll see about that. But don't be sad if none of the students will listen to you or talk to you. It's only because they'll be more focused on MY lessons," you replied, hissing, turning and walking towards your assigned chambers, robes billowing.

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If you thought teaching together with Longbottom would be hell, you weren't mistaken. It was an absolute nightmare. From the first second, your old competition was reignited. Only now it was no longer about which of you got the better grade, but about who taught the children more and which of them was better liked.

Moreover, you had started blaming each other for everything that went wrong in class.

"And make sure your earmuffs are on properly. I don't want to carry anyone to the hospital wing." You rolled your eyes at Neville's comment. In a way that only he could see you had, of course.

It didn't take long. Already on the second Mandrake, one of the Slytherins toppled over backwards.

"You did a great job Longbottom," you grumbled as you rushed past him to the boy.

"Why is this my fault now? You're just as responsible for the children," he whispered in a heated tone as he knelt beside you to help the boy.

"This was your lesson, so it's your responsibility to make sure they have their earmuffs on properly before it starts."

"As far as I know, this is YOUR class too, and you don't seem to have noticed either!"

With a final death glare, you summoned a cot to take the still fainting student to Madam Pomfrey.

~~~

But if you thought that was the worst of it, you didn't reckon with your students. They quickly realised that you and Neville didn't like each other very much, and they had fun egging you on.

"But Professor Longbottom told us to do it this way," a Hufflepuff fifth year complained in one of your lessons. You had to pull yourself together not to roll your eyes at her. Half a year had passed since the start of school. Even though you had come to terms with your situation, you were still not friendly with each other. At least it seemed that way, because every time you thought you were making progress, there was some comment that set you off.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Neville stifle a laugh. How you wished you could wipe that smirk off his face. And to make matters worse, by now you had to admit to yourself that you found him attractive. Time and time again you found yourself unconsciously staring after him or thinking about him. Just like now!

"Well, then perhaps Professor Longbottom should look at his book again too. Anyone who can read would see that you do it the way I just showed you. Try it and you'll see it works much better." With these words you went to the next student. To your amusement, you saw the grin disappear from Longbottom's face.

"Don't worry about it, maybe you'll learn someday," you smiled sweetly at him as you walked past him.

How he hated you! Your stupid smile that gave you little dimples. Your sparkling eyes that narrowed as your smile took over your entire face. Your hair that flowed around your face. What was he thinking? He hated you. Abysmally. Most of the time, at least. Much of the time. Sometimes. Admittedly, it got less, but that didn't matter.

~~~

The longer you worked together, the more you had to admit to each other that the other was not quite as bad as you had thought at the beginning. The school year was almost over and your lessons were running more smoothly than ever.

It was the second to last week and Professor McGonagall had called you both in to discuss the next steps to be taken.

"Thank you for coming. As you know, I want to discuss the next steps for the next school year with you. I know that it was not easy for you to structure the lessons in this way. But I must say that your students' grades speak for themselves. We haven't had as many outstanding Herbology students as we have this year for a long time."

"Thank you very much Professor. I think we were able to complement each other quite well after all," you replied to her and Neville beside you nodded in agreement.

"So? We have the following options: Either we leave it at this constellation next year, or we have to decide which of you will give up the job. Professor Binn's class, could also do with a bit of fresh air. If I remember correctly, you Y/N were always very good at History of Magic too?"

"Oh..ehm..yes, but admittedly, I would hate to change jobs. I think our students have become so good because we complement each other well Professor." You had only ever been good at History of Magic, because you had the ability to memorise things quickly, not because you found it particularly interesting.

"I agree with Y/N. I think we should leave it at that. The students are used to us now and when I remember how hard it was for us to get a new defence teacher every year, I think it would only hurt progress after all."

"All right, if you're so united, I won't interfere." And with that, surprisingly, you were dismissed quicker than you thought.

On the spiral staircase, Neville turned to you.

"You know I saved your neck in there, don't you? She was going to ditch you. You might not be as good as me after all."

"Oh yeah? If it wasn't for me, the class would have been a disaster. Maybe half the students wouldn't have made it to the exams at all because they would have died beforehand. You should thank ME," you replied.

"Would a meal at the Three Broomsticks be thanks enough?"

You stopped abruptly on the bottom landing. Had you really just heard what you thought you had heard?

" Pardon?" you asked him, your eyes wide open.

"I asked if dinner would be enough of a thank you? Tonight?" You hadn't seen Neville blush like that in a long time. Suddenly he reminded you much more of the boy you knew from your school days.

"For a start, perhaps. Eight o'clock and be on time. And don't you dare get dirt on your clothes." With that you strode past him and disappeared around the corner with an idiotic grin.

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