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🤍🌸❤️🔥How did Neville develop a Mommy Kink
Taglist: @clareissad, @josierosie2, @nevsluvr, @blulemonades, @elemental-of-magic, @nevillesimp, @dreamilydazed
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
Taglist: @clareissad, @josierosie2, @nevsluvr, @blulemonades, @elemental-of-magic, @nevillesimp, @dreamilydazed
This Rainy Day is Temporary
a/n: Two songs that I grew up loving have been trending on tik tok and I wanted to write something inspired by these songs. Hello Hello by Elton John ft. Lady Gaga and Just a Cloud Away by Pharrell Williams are so good!!! I literally made a playlist based on love at first sight songs from movies I grew up with. Have fun reading!
Word count: ~3,100
Parings: Neville Longbottom x fem! reader
Warnings: some suggestive content, Neville having a bad day, fluff!
Summary: When running late for the Hogwarts express for Neville’s fourth year he bumps into you and finally realizes that he is in love with you.
"Hurry up, we're late, the train will be leaving soon!" Yelled a frustrated old woman to her grandson.
She pushed through a crowd of muggles to get to the entrance of platform 9 ¾.
Not far behind the old woman, a round faced boy pushed a cart filled with luggage as fast as he could.
'Not again!' Neville thought disappointed in himself.
He was going to be late for the train leaving for Hogwarts and it would be his fault again. The previous year, Neville had nearly missed the train because he had forgotten his textbooks that were sitting on his desk back in his home bedroom. This year he had forgotten to pack socks and underwear. So he and his gran had to return home at the last second to pack a pile of dirty socks and underwear and the few clean pairs he had left in his drawers.
Neville's gran, Augusta, had chastised him severely. She had told him the previous Friday to put all his dirty laundry in the laundry room so she could wash them but he had forgotten to put his dirty pile of undergarments to wash. He had planned to Saturday morning but he was a bit distracted by a dream he had that Friday night.
The dream was about you, his good friend since 1st year. That summer you and Neville had been writing to each other constantly. You would write about your boring days spent at home, family trips, and occasional fights you would have with your siblings. Neville would return your letters with stories about his visits from his great uncle Algie who would bring him new plants, new recipes his grandmother would teach him how to make, and the small adventures he would go on in the nearby forest of his house.
The two of you would hang out at Hogwarts whenever you got the chance. Since the two of you were in different houses you would only get to hang out during shared classes and after school hours. Most of the time Neville and you would hang out with your respective friends, him with Dean and Seamus and you with Padma, Pavarti, and Lavender. And sometimes Neville would hang out with you and your friends when Dean and Seamus seemed to be occupied with themselves and he felt like a third wheel. But he preferred it when it was just the two of you as your friends seemed to always pull you from him when he would try to talk to you. But you would always make the effort to include him in everything you did.
He liked that about you. You never made him feel left out or ignored him. Whenever he was with you he felt like he finally belonged somewhere. He was glad to have you as a friend.
But the dream he had started to mess with his feelings about you. You had suddenly changed from being his friend to being something else. And he couldn't exactly explain it.
For one he couldn't explain the dream. One second he was dreaming about flying a horse sized Trevor through the sky and the next thing he knew, he was falling. Trevor was diving into a body of water and there was no way he could stop it. When he hit the water however, it wasn't cold or hot but the perfect temperature. He discovered that he could breathe too. Trevor kept swimming to the bottom and buried himself under the sand. That's when Neville noticed the beautiful scenery around him. He was in a kelp forest and there were fish everywhere. Neville started to swim towards the sand to wake up Trevor but then his leg got tangled up in a kelp. He tried to untangle himself but he couldn't.
That's when he noticed something swimming towards him. He couldn't make out what it was but as it got closer he realized it was a person. They were wearing a white dress that flowed gracefully through the water. Then he realized that the person was you.
"Y/N, can you help me? I'm stuck," he called out to you.
You swam up to him smiling and easily untangled his leg.
"Thanks," He said, relieved. Then he noticed that the dress you were wearing was see through and his face went hot.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, even though subconsciously he already knew the answer.
"You invited me, remember?" You said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh yeah" Neville replied, but he never actually remembered inviting you anywhere. He had just wanted company and you were the first person he thought of.
That's when he noticed that instead of two legs you had a mermaid's tail.
“You’re a mermaid!” screamed Neville, surprised.
“Yes, and I need your help turning me back into a human. I don’t want to live all by myself in the ocean” you explained, worried.
“How!? How do I help you? Tell me what to do.” Neville stammered.
“Kiss me Neville” you begged, grabbing both of his hands and bringing them up in front of you. “It’s the only way to break the spell.”
“Ok” he said quietly, nodding furiously and blushing a bright red.
You smiled at him and closed your eyes and leaned forward. Your tail wrapped around his leg and pulled him closer to you. Neville licked his lips and leaned in closer to you. He swore he could feel your breath against his lips. As he leaned in closer to your face he closed his eyes.
Then just as he was about to kiss you he lunged forwards and hit the ground with a loud thud.
This rainy day is temporary
The contrast is why we got 'em
“Oww!” Neville groaned as his cheek bone hit the hardwood of his bedroom floor. He opened his eyes slowly to find that he had fallen out of bed. One of his legs was tangled in his bed sheets leaving half his body on his bed and the other half on the ground. Not feeling awake enough to get up, Neville crawled forward until his legs plopped onto the ground with the rest of him. He groaned, rubbing his cheek in annoyance. The fall really hurt his face.
As he laid there on the ground, his eyes fluttered shut from tiredness. He was just about to fall asleep again when the image of your puckered lips entered his mind. Neville was startled awake.
“Oh my god!” he shrieked.
'Cause sun shining through is just a cloud away-way-way-way-way-way
Way-way-way-way-way-way
He scurried up from the floor and grabbed onto his bed. He looked around the room wide eyed and flushed until he spotted a picture of you on his decorated walls. He didn’t know why but he felt butterflies in his stomach. Then he heard the croak of a frog and turned to see Trevor on his pillow. Neville looked disgusted as he realized he was feeling Trevor’s breath on him in his dream.
“Eggh…” Neville scrunched up his face in disgust.
“Neville, breakfasts ready!” Augusta called from the kitchen.
Neville flinched at his name being called.
“Coming!” Neville yelled, making his voice crack.
Hey, baby, so what you blown a fuse (you blown a fuse)
Well, that happens to us all (that happens to us all)
Neville rushed to brush his teeth and get ready.
“And don’t forget to put your dirty clothes in the laundry!” Augusta added.
However, Neville didn’t hear that last part. Had he not been so distracted by the dream he would have remembered to put his dirty underwear to wash.
When I come with great news (I come with great news)
The day could change (change), change (change), change (change), change (change)
And now here he was a few days later rushing to make the Hogwarts Express all because he forgot to pack his underwear. And because he was distracted by the memory of that Saturday morning, Nevile didn’t realize his shoelace was untied, tripped, and fell flat on his face while the cart rolled forward.
“Aww!” Neville yelped.
We've all, of course, been there before
Been there crying, fighting the dark
Augusta heard her grandson’s cries and turned around confused. Just as she turned around, she was barely able to make it out of the way of the cart rolling towards her.
“Aww! Neville!” Augusta scolded.
She was able to grab and stop the cart from rolling further away and accidentally knocking someone over. Then she ran over to help Neville up off the floor.
“Oww…” Neville groaned.
Let good energy be your strong
Won't get away-way-way-way
“Neville you have to be more careful,” Augusta said, picking up Neville from off the ground and brushing his shirt of any dirt. Then she saw the time on the watch that was on the hand she was using clean Neville.
“Oh my we’re late!” she exclaimed and started rushing over to the cart and pushed it.
Neville bent down to tie his shoes properly and huffed in frustration.
“Can this day get any worse,” Neville spat under his breath.
This rainy day is temporary
The contrast is why we got 'em
Neville spoke too soon. The crowd around him began to grow and just as he was getting up an elderly man had bumped into Neville and spilled the contents in his coffee cup all over Neville’s sweater vest.
“Damit!” the man yelled. “I just paid for that.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t see you. I didn’t mean to…” Neville stammered embarrassed. Luckily the coffee wasn’t scalding hot.
'Cause sun shining through is just a cloud away-way-way-way-way-way
Way-way-way-way-way-way
The elderly man scowled at Neville. “Watch where you’re going boy!” the man said, waving his hand at Neville.
Then he left cursing under his breath. “Kids these days.”
Neville just stared guiltily at the man as he left. Then he looked down at his sweater vest.
“Aww… really” Neville sighed as he saw that his sweater vest and the front of his trousers were soaked in warm coffee. He started to squeeze his sweater vest to at least drain the coffee there and rubbed the coffee stain on the front of his trousers with his sleeve. It didn’t look any better. Then he looked up to find his grandmother but she was gone.
Hey, baby
Well, today the rock star (today the rock star)
Feels like singing the blues (feels like singing the blues)
‘She must have gone through the wall already’ Neville thought.
Then he started to run towards the entrance to platform 9 ¾ and ran straight through the brick wall. Then he spotted his grandmother giving his luggage to the luggage handler, who waved their wand and the luggage was magically packed on the train. When he ran up to her, she was talking to herself. Then Neville realized that she was talking to him. Apparently she hadn't realized that Neville had fallen behind and had an encounter with a muggle.
“Neville? Neville, did you hear me? I have your ticket…” she said, turning around and paused when she saw the stain on his shirt.
Don't abandon that song (don't abandon that song)
'Cause the tune could change (change), change (change), change (change)
Change (change)
“I turned around for 2 seconds,” she said, pitifully. She reached her hand out to caress his cheek with her gloved hand.
“There was a man. He bumped into me and spilled coffee on me,” Neville said ashamed.
Then they heard the whistle of the train indicating that it was about to leave.
We've all, of course, been there before
Been there crying, fighting the dark
“Quickly, get on the train” Augusta hurried. She pushed Neville towards the train.
“But what about my shirt?” Neville asked.
“There’s no time. Change into your school uniform” Augusta said.
“Aww…” Neville complained.
Gravity doesn't mean the earth's
Your ball and chain (chain), chain (chain), chain (chain), chain (chain)
He barely made it aboard. He waited by the entrance of a train cart and waved his grandmother goodbye. Augusta prayed that he be more careful as the train left King’s Cross station.
Neville groaned in defeat as he made his way towards the door of the compartment coach. But as he was reaching for the door handle, it suddenly opened. Neville wasn’t paying attention and lunged forward having intended to push the door forward but was now falling forward into someone’s arms. Neville had grabbed onto the person’s forearms for support and halfway during his fall, his knees had given out and he was now kneeling on the floor.
This rainy day is temporary
The contrast is why we got 'em
“Woah… careful” said the person that caught him. “Are you alright Neville?”
Neville paused. He knew that voice. He knew who had caught him. Then he slowly looked up to see you staring down at him. His face instantly flushed red. You had changed a lot over the summer. So much so, that Neville couldn’t help but notice that you looked more grown into your features. Neville ogled at your legs and could help but notice how short your skirt was and how fitted your longsleeve was, outlining your curves perfectly, or how close his face was to your chest. You were more beautiful than when he last saw you and he didn’t know how to respond.
'Cause sun shining through is just a cloud away-way-way-way-way-way
Way-way-way-way-way-way
“Neville?” you asked again when he didn’t respond.
“Sorry!” Neville immediately stopped staring at your body and faced the ground. He stumbled to get up, even with your help.
You eyed him up and down and saw that his front was drenched. You were pretty sure it was coffee from its strong smell.
“Are you alright? What happened?” you asked, trying to suppress a laugh.
Neville looked mortified as he just now realized that the stain on his trousers looked as if he had peed himself.
‘No no no!’ Neville thought, panicked.
You coughed breaking the awkward silence since he didn’t respond. Seeing that he was obviously embarrassed, you decided to ignore your questions. However, Neville was stuck in his own head and couldn’t hear a word you were saying.
“Well it’s good to see you. There’s some space left in my compartment if you’d like to…” you started to ask, brushing your hair out of your face, but was interrupted by Neville who was now tugging on the collar of his dress shirt.
“I have to go,” Neville squeaked and ran past you.
“Oh ok… I’ll see you later” you waved goodbye to him as he made his way to the next compartment coach.
Neville turned back to give you a half hearted smile. Because he was not paying attention to where he was walking he bumped into an older student.
“Hey!” they said, annoyed.
“Sorry, sorry!” Neville stammered.
He rushed to the next train cart and left you standing there in the walkway. You had hoped to sit with Neville on the ride to Hogwarts but you would just have to wait to catch up some other time.
Neville kept walking until he ran into Dean and Seamus in the walkway of another train compartment. Dean waved to Neville, who almost didn’t see the two altogether because he was rushing.
“Hey mate you alright?” Dean asked.
“No! I messed up!” Neville said, messaging his forehead with his hand.
“What do you mean?” Dean asked and looked at Seamus in confusion.
“Come on, it can't be that bad.” Seamus chimed in. Then he looked at Neville’s clothes.
“What’s all this?” Seamus asked, gesturing to Neville’s soaked clothes. “Looks like you weed yourself mate '' he said laughing.
“Yeah we better get you cleaned up.” Dean said, wrapping an arm around Neville’s shoulders. “What is that?” Dean asked.
“I bumped into some old bloke and he spilled his coffee on me” Neville explained.
“Oh” Dean said, surprised.
“But that’s not the worst of it,” Neville stressed. “I tripped and I fell onto Y/N and she saw me like this.”
Dean and Seamus looked at each other bewildered. They both thought it was weird that Neville was suddenly acting weird. And they knew you would never make fun of him. So what was his deal?
“What are you going on about? Did she make fun of you?” Seamus asked.
“What!? No I just…” Neville was completely flustered. “I don’t know. I didn’t want her to see me like this.” Neville said, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away.
Then it finally made sense. Dean and Seamus gave each other a mischievous look and nodded in agreement. Then Seamus looked over Neville’s shoulder and raised his hand waving.
“Oh hey Y/N!” Seamus yelled to the few students behind Neville.
Neville flinched at your name being called. He immediately rushed past Seamus and Dean to try and hide in the compartment closest to them. But Dean grabbed Neville’s shoulder, preventing him from going anywhere. Then when Neville turned around he realized you were nowhere in sight and that Seamus was just pulling his leg. Seamus snickered at his own joke.
“Not funny” Neville reproached.
“It was kinda funny,” Dean smirked, suppressing his own laugh.
“Who knew you had it bad for Y/N? I mean who could blame you. She is pretty fit isn’t she.” Seamus wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Neville.
“Come off it, Seamus.” Dean said smiling.
“I’m just messin’ with him,” Seamus said, wrapping an arm around Neville’s shoulder.
“Please I’d rather not be reminded of what just happened” Neville groaned, covering his face with the palm of his hands.
“You guys aren’t going to tell anyone right?” Neville asked anxiously. He peeked from behind his hand as if afraid to hear that they would tell the whole school of his crush on you.
“I’m offended that you even have to ask,” Seamus said.
“We’re good mate,” Dean confirmed.
“Thanks. Now can we please talk about something else?” Neville pleaded.
“Well luckily for you, Dean and I have to tell you about the Quidditch World Cup” Seamus said walking into a compartment already occupied by Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
Upon entering Hermione pointed out the stain on Neville’s shirt and trousers and took it upon herself to cast a cleaning charm on him. The six of them sat and mostly talked about the Quidditch World Cup. While Neville was very interested in hearing about the game that his grandmother wouldn’t let him attend, he couldn’t help but worry about the upcoming year and how awkward he would be around you know. Why did things have to change? If only he didn’t have that stupid dream.
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Spring Break part 1
a/n: This is my first official post on here and I don't know how it will turn out. Tik Tok really made me obsessed with Harry Potter 😭. Now I am a simp for Neville. I got a soft spot for quiet, nerdy, shy, and subby boys. I don't usually write fanfiction because my ideas are usually super long and I have no time to write them out but I decided to write this one. I will also be posting this on my wattpad account. I read @omg-imatotalmess sub!Neville fic back in December and I've been obsessed with the idea of Neville being a sub. *internally screaming*
Part 1, Part 2, part 3
Word count: 2,519
Pairings: Neville Longbottom x female reader
Warnings: Mensions of sex, Innuendoes, mentions of plant boy's insecurities
The sunlight intruded through your dorm room windows. It shined at just the right angle so the light hit your eyes, abruptly waking you up. In annoyance your turn onto your stomach and bury your head under your pillow desperate for just a few more minutes of sleep but the memory of it being the last day of school before spring break entered your mind. You peaked from under your pillow to check the time. It was around 7:05. You huffed. It was too early to get up. Unable to go back to sleep with the light in your eyes you reluctantly got up out of bed and got ready for the day. You could hear the deep snores of your dorm mates sleeping quietly as you got ready. It was times like these where you enjoyed getting up earlier than everyone else. There was always a sort of peace before the hustle and bustle of everyone rushing to the bathrooms to find a mirror or use the sinks. You made sure to be as quiet as possible. Having gotten ready you decide to head to the great hall for breakfast.
Sitting down at the Y/H table you grabbed a toast and some butter and jam. There were a few students around but not enough to fill the hall with loud noise. None of your friends were up yet, that's for sure, so you scanned the room to see if your boyfriend, Neville Longbottom, was there.
'Who am I kidding he's probably still asleep too' you thought.
But just as you turned to eat your food, Neville had entered the great hall. He spotted you and quickly walked over to where you were sitting.
"Hello love" he gave you a quick peck on the top of your head before sitting down next to you.
"What are you doing here so early?" His tone is full of amusement, knowing you aren't normally one of the first students to enter the great hall in the morning.
"I could ask you the same thing" you said, giving him a teasing look.
"Well I couldn't really sleep last night. Too excited for holiday, I guess." He responded with a bit of nervousness in his voice. You didn't seem to notice however.
"Well I was rudely interrupted from a wonderful sleep by a disgusting thing called sunrise." The sarcasm in your voice made the two of you laugh slightly.
"I'm sorry you didn't get to sleep in."
"It's fine. That just means I get to spend more time with you today." You said nudging him with your shoulder. "By the way did you ever tell your gran that I would be visiting the two of you at the lake house."
Neville's grandmother was invited by an old friend to stay with her at her lake house. The lake house was relatively close to where you lived in London but it was obviously in the wizarding world. You had asked Neville about two weeks ago if you could visit him and his grandmother while they were there. You had never been to a lake house before and you wanted to spend your first Holiday with him as his girlfriend since you two had got together.
You had only been going out since December but you had been friends since 1st year. When his grandmother heard the news about the two of you finally becoming an official couple she was ecstatic. She always believed there was something more between the two of you. Even when you were in your previous relationship with a boy from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic your fourth year, there was always something there but neither of you believed that other could ever like you in that way. But after you broke up with your ex at the end of your fourth year, the tension between you and Neville was undeniable. It was not until the start of 6th year after Neville had an encounter with Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic and it was revealed that Voldemort had returned that you and Neville had actually acted on your feelings. Now here you are actually together.
You had visited him and his grandmother before during other school breaks but only every as a friend. This time would be different. Your mind sometimes wondered about taking your relationship to the next level but you only ever mention that once before and Neville seemed nervous the entire time so you dropped the subject. You assumed it was because he was a virgin and unfortunately to your dismay it was a well known fact that you had lost your virginity to your ex who had bragged about it when you were a couple (but that is a story for a later time).
"Oh yeah." He seemed anxious and grabbed a toast to shove in his mouth to try and drown the worry in his voice, but it didn't help. "Gran said you are welcome anytime."
"Perfect."
More students started filling the hall as you finished your breakfast. Dean and Seamus had also entered the hall and made their way towards the two of you.
"Hey guys." Neville greeted them.
"What are you two love birds talking about?" Dean said while leaning over your shoulder.
"Just making plans." You said nonchalantly as you turned your head towards him.
"Plans for Holiday I assume?" Seamus piped in with a raised eyebrow. From behind your back, Neville gave him a look almost as if he was pleading with him not to make any inappropriate jokes.
"Yes, actually" you answered.
Seamus pushed on, "Care to elaborate?"
"I'm sorry, but I actually have to pack, which I would advise you three to do the same." You turned back to Neville. "I'll meet you at the Entrance Hall so we can head towards the Express together, yeah?"
"Sounds like a plan." And with that Neville watched you headed towards your dorm to pack.
He was thankful you left before Deam or Seamus could mention anything about what had happened last night. The three of them all walked over to the Gryffindor table to eat.
"So you and y/n are you and going to be sharing the same room?" Seamus asked.
Neville choked on his juice he was drinking and coughed a few times before finally recovering.
"Relax mate, it's natural to be nervous your first time." Dean added.
"I already told you too, me and y/n are not doing anything during break. She's just visiting me and gran for a day." Neville had a slight red hue over his cheeks.
"Alright, alright " Dean said amusingly.
"But just so you know spring break is when couples usually…" Seamus didn't get to finish.
"I get it, Seamus! Do you have to be so loud?" Neville cut him off. "I think I'm going to go pack now, see you guys later."
"Just remember to pack the rubbers Seamus gave you." Dean laughed under his breath.
Of course how could Neville forget the rubbers.
------ The night before in the boys dormitories ------
"Yeah, it's going to be great. Y/N is joining me and gran for a day at the lake house. It will be nice to not be the only person my age there. Plus I can show Y/N all the cool plants around the lake." Neville was beaming talking about his plans for Holiday with you and his grandmother. His smile was radiant and by the expression on his face you could totally tell he was smitten by you.
"Wait let me get this straight. Y/N is going to be staying at your grandmother's lake house with you." Dean was trying to make sense of the situation.
"Technically it's my gran's friend's lake house."
"That doesn't matter." Seamus said bluntly. "The fact is you and Y/N are going to be at a lake house together during spring break."
"What are you going on about?" Neville was completely dumbfounded about what was wrong with the situation.
"Seamus, will you just tell him."
"I got a better idea." Seamus walked over to his dresser and opened a drawer. He searched inside for a small box. Once he found it, he grabbed it, and threw it towards Neville. When it landed on his bed, Neville grabbed the box and read what it was. He saw the figure on the box was a warrior and the name 'Trojan' written at the very top. His eyes widened and he immediately fumbled the box before he dropped it. He could feel his cheeks warm up as Dean and Seamus laughed at his reaction.
"Wh.. Where did you get those?" Neville distanced himself from the condoms.
"It doesn't matter." Seamus said, still laughing.
"Are you serious? I can't take those with me." Neville was embarrassed for having never even thought that something like that would happen while on Holiday with you. "Wait, this trip isn't even about that. Me and Y/N haven't even done anything yet. I haven't even done anything yet!" Seamus insinuation had clearly caused Neville to freak out and rethink his entire plan of having you visit him during break.
"Chill out mate." Dean was trying not to laugh but it wasn't really helping.
"Mate we know it’s your first time, we just thought you could use some pointers." Seamus suggested.
"I really don't think that's necessary. We're not going to…" this time Neville was cut off by Seamus.
"Listen, when you put the condom on make sure you pinch the top so there is a bit of room there and then roll it down. If you don't it just might break and we don't want that happening do we."
"Also don't forget to use a new one every time. Apparently they are not reusable." Dean chimed in.
Neville was in shock and the color of his face matched the color of his house's signature color.
"Please stop." He was pulling at his hair in agony.
"We're just trying to help a friend out." Seamus said smugly.
"This isn't helping. This is making it worse." Neville shoved his head in his pillow from embarrassment.
The other boys continue to laugh. Neville, extremely embarrassed by his friend's insinuation, tried to come up with a reason to leave his dorm and got up and grabbed the closet textbook near him.
"Uhh... I forgot I need to catch up on my studies" and with that he rushed to the Gryffindor common room.
At this time at night the common room was empty. Only the fireplace lit the room with a warm glow. He sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace and ran his fingers through his hair to ease his nerves.
"How could I be so stupid?" He asked himself aloud.
The signs had been there all along. He just hadn't put all the pieces together until now. You had originally asked him if you could spend the night at the lake house but he didn't understand why at the time because you lived close by. Then there was the conversation the two of you had a couple of weeks ago. You had asked Neville how he had felt about moving your relationship on a more intimate level and he had completely freaked out by the sudden suggestion. He had certainly thought about you in that way occasionally (even before the two of you were officially together) but he never imagined it to ever come to fruition. Then when the two of you had finally gotten together, he felt inadequate in that particular area because he had never been with anyone romantically. He was relieved when you dropped the subject but knew it would be a topic to come back again.
He also noticed how touchy you had become lately in private. You two were definitely not a pda couple but preferred to show your love to one another in private. Neville thought back to the time last week when it was just the two of you sitting by the lake while he read you a chapter in his herbology book. The two of you had sat right under a tree and you had sat next to him leaning your head on his shoulder and placed your hand on his thigh.
As he read to you, your hand slowly made its way higher and higher towards the area between his legs. At first he was completely oblivious to your actions until he had set his book aside from in front of him and noticed how close your hand was to his crotch. It had made him freeze and he felt his face heat up. You had looked up at him and leaned in to give him a kiss which eventually turned into a heated make out session. Neville couldn't recall how you ended up on top of him or how your hands had slipped under his shirt but they did. He untimely stopped the moment when his crotch was becoming increasingly annoying as you rested your weight on him. He sensed that you had felt a little disappointed despite your reassuring words.
Neville rubbed the back of his head in frustration as he recalled the memory. He didn't want to stop but his insecurities got the best of him. He remembered how self conscious he felt when you started to rub up and down on his chest and stomach. Neville knew he did not have the most muscular built nor was he very slim. He often wondered what you even saw in him.
He hated when he started to overthink. He quickly shut out those thoughts and ended up thinking about you and your smile. How he loved your smile and how bright you beamed every time you looked at him like he was the greatest person in the world.
"That has to count for something right?" He whispered to himself.
'Wait what if she does want to have sex this week?' He pondered on the possibility.
His mind wondered about the idea of losing his virginity to you and smiled to himself as another thought entered his mind.
You were riding him like your life depended on it. It was really a sight for sore eyes and he found himself more open to the idea. Then his eyes went wide with the sudden realization that he doesn't really know anything about the female anatomy. He didn't really know where his penis was supposed to enter or where the clit was. At this point he had wished there was some sort of sex education at Hogwarts.
His nerves seemed to oscillate from high to low with his constant thinking.
"This is going to be a long break." He said to himself rubbing his temples.
That night he kept twisting and turning in bed and couldn't get much sleep. He ended up sleeping for only 4 hours and was woken up by the sunshine entering the windows. He reluctantly got out of bed and got ready for the day.
Heading out of Gryffindor tower he left towards the great hall for breakfast.
a/n: Hoped you like it. 😊
Can't believe it's been a year since I made my first post on here!!! I love you all ❤! And thank you for the support of reading my fanfics 🥰
Plaything
a/n: Damn I almost forgot about this, glad I opened the document and finished it. Damn, my breeding kink going crazy right now. I’m dying for more sub! Neville fics please! Or any Neville fics! I miss March-August 2021. That was like prime time for Neville fics 😞
Word count: 5,392
Parings: Neville Longbottom x fem! reader
Warnings: smut!, sub! Neville, dom! Reader, femdom!, mommy kink!, spanking!, degradation! breeding kink!, buttplug!, pegging! (kinda), mentions of pregnancy, choking!, overstimulation!
Summary: The morning after an eventful night with Neville, you are still feeling a little restless.
You stirred awake as the morning light shined through your window. A cold breeze blew through the small crack of your open window making you burrow yourself under the covers and blankets even further. Needing warmth you reached for Neville underneath the covers but you didn’t feel him. You patted around the bed to feel where he was but all you felt was a pillow in Neville’s spot. You reluctantly popped your head out from underneath the covers and sat up just enough to see where Neville was. However, he was nowhere to be found.
"Hhm" You huffed back into your pillow.
You were still pent up from last night’s activities and weren’t quite done with Neville. Especially since he didn't get the chance to cum inside you last night. But then the familiar smell of bacon filled the air. Neville was cooking breakfast for you. Your heart melted at the gesture and your arousal sky rocked. If you were thinking about having his babies last night, boy was he in for a treat this morning.
You quickly got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your daily morning routine. You decided to stay in your pj's as you wouldn't be wearing them long. Once you were done you headed towards the kitchen.
The smell of pancakes, bacon, and oatmeal filled your senses the closer you got to the kitchen. You quietly made your way to the entrance of the kitchen where you quietly gazed upon Neville, who was facing the stove. The sight in front of you made you practically jump on Neville. He was wearing a white t-shirt and gray pj shorts that were a little too short and didn’t leave any room for the imagination. But the thing that made you weak in the knees was that he was wearing your apron. The apron stopped mid-thigh and was pale pink with frills at the bottom and on the straps. There were embroidered flowers on each pocket and was honestly the most housewife-ish thing you owned.
You never really cooked much so you hardly ever wore it. But Neville cooked all the time. Most of the time you just let him cook in peace, while you stayed in your office working until he was finished. But seeing him here wearing your apron made you wish you had walked in on him cooking more often. Just thinking about him wearing your apron all the time turned you on. Just the thought of him wearing nothing but your apron and going about his day doing the chores while every so often you would interrupt him and use his cock for your own pleasure, being your own personal plaything was a dangerous game you were playing.
"Oh, you're up early. I'm not even finished making breakfast." Neville said, finally noticing you. He flipped a pancake on the pan.
You walked over to him slowly and hugged him from behind. You inhaled his scent which poured oil into the fire that was your arousal. Neville turned to look back at you and smiled.
"Thank you for making breakfast" You whispered into his back. "But I'm going to need you to stop for like 5 seconds."
"I'm almost done and then I'll set the table. Did you wake up with a headache?" Neville asked, worried that you woke up with a cold. He was now regretting sleeping with the window open.
"No," You said plainly. Godric, he was so thoughtful. You couldn’t wait to make him a father.
You then reached under his apron and moved your hands to his lower stomach. Your hands found their way underneath the waistband of his shorts. Neville gasped at the coldness of your hands.
"But this apron is doing things to me" You whispered into his ear.
Underneath your fingertips, you could feel growing goosebumps as you traced small circles on his skin.
“Darling…” he choked on his words as you slid your hands lower but never touched the thing he desperately wanted to be touched. “Ahh… the stove.” Neville reluctantly turned off the stove and placed the last pancake on a platter of stacked pancakes.
Your eyes darkened with lust at how he was concerned about your safety and you hummed with desire. Your hand ghosted over his growing erection and you began to kiss his shoulders. He tensed up at the overwhelming feeling of your touch and grabbed onto the counter for support.
“But Love…” he sucked in a sharp breath when you slowly pulled down his shorts and underwear.
“But what?” you asked with a smirk on your face.
“We… we just… did this last night.” He stuttered.
“What are you complaining about? It’s not like you do any of the work, anyways,” you said with a devilish grin on your face.
The heat from Neville’s blush radiated from his face as you sucked lightly on a sensitive spot on his neck and his bottoms landed on his ankles.
“I… do…” Neville whined.
“Oh really, cause it seems to me like I always have to fuck myself with your cock” you purred into his ear. You loved how he tried to defend himself, you thought it was cute.
“Not that” he tried to hold in his moans but it was no use. He became more flustered by the second. “I… I… fwf hmm…” Neville was a hopeless mess at this point and he didn’t even realize when you had taken off his shirt leaving him only in the apron. A tent was made around his crotch area
“Use your words baby boy,” you said kissing his earlobe while wrapping your hand around his now erect cock.
“I… I eat your pussy” Neville moaned. Just thinking about eating you out made him twitch.
“Hmm” you sighed pretending to think. “You do make a good tongue slut. But we both know that you're nothing but a pillow prince.” Not that you minded, you loved being in control.
Neville whined at the degrading names you were calling him. He knew it was true but he didn’t want to admit it. It wasn’t his fault that you had him wrapped around your finger. Besides, he thrived on having all your attention. It reminded him of how much you really loved him. Then being reminded once again of just how crazy you were about him, you turned him around, pushed him up against a nearby wall, and forced your lips against his.
“You're my property and I get to use you whenever and however I want” you whispered in his ear while giving his cock a swift slap.
“AhHhh…” he moaned. At that moment all Neville could do was lean against the wall and bend his knees from the sudden pain you inflicted on him. The slap wasn’t too painful, but his nether regions were becoming more sensitive by the second.
Your knee pushed between Neville's legs to spread them apart, making the apron bunch up at Neville’s front barely covering his dick. Neville couldn’t take the feeling of your thigh against his cock any longer and needed some friction to relieve himself, so he started grinding up against you.
“Look at you humping my thigh like a puppy.” you cooed. “Admit it. Admit that you’re just my pretty fucktoy” you said with a look of hunger on your face. Your mouth parted open with your tongue grazing your upper teeth while your eyes looked straight into Neville's soul daring him to contradict you.
Neville swore you wanted to eat him alive and he could feel his face heat up. His pride was getting the better of him and he refused to speak so instead, he whined into your shoulder and shook his head no. Not liking his response you placed your hand on his chest and pushed him back up against the wall a little harder than you anticipated. Neville gasped at your roughness and was even more taken back when you placed your hand around his neck. The feeling of your hand squeezing lightly on the sides of his neck made Neville roll his eyes to the back of his head and let out a long groan. This time when Neville faced you, he was met with a death glare and he knew he was in for a long ride.
“Are you being a brat?” you raised an eyebrow at him surprised.
“No, please give me another chance! Please!” Neville pleaded with you. His voice, only above a whisper with your hand wrapped around his neck.
“Alright then say it.” you loosened your grip around Neville’s neck.
But Neville was feeling extra squirmy today and his bottom lip trembled. He didn’t want to admit it. No matter how much he enjoyed being your fucktoy he never wanted to admit such a degrading thing out loud.
“That’s it,” you said sternly.
You stepped back and pulled your wand from your back pocket. You casted a spell binding Neville’s wrists together and muted him until you would reach the bedroom. Neville’s eyes widened at not being able to speak or pull his hands away from each other. Then a magical chain of blue mist reached from the tip of your wand to Neville’s wrist and you led Neville to your shared bedroom. Heading to the bedroom you took off your pajamas, leaving you only in your panties.
Once in the bedroom, you pushed Neville onto the bed. You instructed him to move up the bed and lay down in the middle. Then you attached the magical chain to the headboard. Neville’s eyebrows furrowed together anxiously as he waited for what you were about to do. His excitement revealed itself as the corner of his mouth curled into a smile.
Standing at the side of the bed you reveled in the sight before you. Neville was squirming under your gaze and his blush reached all the way to his chest. You thought he looked cute with the apron still on as a tent was formed from his erection standing tall. He looked up at you with those doe eyes filled with false innocence. You wanted to use him for everything he had.
Then you remembered that he was still muted as he tried to speak but no sound came out. With a flick of your wand, you unmuted Neville and placed your wand on the nightstand.
“Y/N, please. I’m sorry.” Neville pleaded.
“Oof…” you huffed, shaking your head in disappointment and clicking your tongue. “Did someone forget his place?”
Neville’s eyes widened as he realized his mistake. He was never to address you by your name when the two of you played this game. He was to call you mistress or mommy. Whatever he preferred at the time.
“Mommy I’m sorry” he pleaded “I didn’t mean to.”
“Aww…” you cooed. “Baby I know,... but you're going to have to pay the consequences for being such a bad boy this morning.”
His lip quivered as a whimper escaped his lips. Neville’s chest heaved up and down as you sat next to him and started rubbing the inside of his thigh. He instinctively spread his legs wider and his cock twitched up and down at your touch while letting out a quiet moan.
“It’s so cute that you’re already so worked up and I’ve barely touched you,” you whispered.
Neville whined as you touched his thighs, lower stomach, and everywhere except his aching cock. He even started humping into the apron for some friction. Noticing this you flipped the apron up revealing his pulsating cock and slapped his balls.
“Ahh!” Neville moaned as he squirmed his head into the pillow.
“Don’t move,” you said sternly.
“Please… please…” Neville whined.
“Please what?” you cooed.
“Please touch me” Neillve pulled at the magical chain and tried to cover his red face in his shoulder.
“Is my bitch boy puppy begging?” you said with a devilish smile.
Neville seemed even more embarrassed than before. He let out a mewl and pulled at the magical chain while pushing his knees together. But then you got between his legs and spread them.
“Still won’t admit it?” you taunted.
Neville looked anxiously at you between his legs. The corner of your lip curled up before your hand briskly cracked down on his balls leaving them red.
“Ahh!” Neville yelped as his head leaned back further into the pillow.
“Turn around,” you said in a harsh voice.
Neville looked fearful. To be honest this was the first punishment for him. He was usually your good boy but he had no idea what came over him that morning. He thought about it for a bit as he turned around on his stomach and adjusted the apron. The magical chain adjusted itself and gave him as much slack as he needed to turn around. He thought that maybe he subconsciously wanted you to be mean to him. His cock twitched as he laid down on his stomach and waited for his punishment.
‘Yep I wanted this,’ he thought to himself.
Neville tensed as your hand soothed itself on his ass.
“I think fifteen spankings is a good punishment. What do you think?” you asked.
“Yes mommy,” Neville said, voice cracking.
You smirked at how eager he was for this.
“Count and don’t lose track or else I’ll have to start over” you said, smacking your hand on Neville’s ass cheek.
“Ahh!” Neville screamed.
“I said count” you said, spanking his ass again. “Start at one on the next one.”
You caressed Neville’s ass before striking Neville’s ass one more time.
“One…” Neville said in a high pitched voice. He rested his head on its side facing you and squeezed his eyes shut as you soothed your hand on him again before another slap was given.
“T… two…”
Neville was keeped on the edge of his seat, never knowing when your hand would come down on him or which cheek you would strike. He could feel himself leaking onto the apron and he wasn’t sure how you would react when you saw the wet spot created at his tip. At last he had counted to fifteen and both his ass cheeks were marked with red hand prints. Tears were streaming down his face and his breathing became erratic.
“Shhh…” you purred and rubbed your hand up and down his back.
You got up off the bed and retrieved the location sitting on the nightstand and returned to your place on the bed sitting beside him. You started to lotion his bum and massaged him to calm him down.
“Have you learned your lesson?” you asked calmly, rubbing lotion on him.
He nodded his head yes but that wasn't the response you were looking for. So you gave him another smack and Nevilled shrieked with pain.
“I’m your bitch fucktoy, your personal plaything! I don’t do any work because I’m your slut! You can do whatever you want to me! I’m yours mommy!” he yelled with tears in his eyes.
You grinned with pleasure as he spoke. You placed the lotion bottle back on the nightstand and attacked him in a passionate kiss. Neville moaned and started to hump the bed. You playfully bit his lip before breaking the kiss and looked towards Neville’s moving hips. Neville was too dazed to notice what he was doing or what you were doing.
“Turn around” you commanded.
Neville instinctively obeyed you, but if it weren't for your encouraging pat on his side he would have still been on his stomach. Eyeing him up and down you noticed the wet spot on the apron where the tip of his dick was. He would have to pay for being turned on by a few spankings.
You got off the bed and walked to the foot of the bed and pulled Neville by his ankles so his arms were stretched all the way above him and his feet were closer to the end of the bed. Neville watched you with a love sick expression on his face. He was fully prepared for whatever you had prepared for him, at least mentally.
You slipped your panties off before climbing back on the bed and sat down next to his hips.
“Let’s put that pretty mouth of yours to good use” you hummed.
Neville’s eyes lit up like a christmas tree as you positioned yourself so that your pussy hovered just above his face. You faced your body towards his cock and straddled his triceps. Neville drooled at the sight above him and squeezed his thighs together to get some kind of friction earning him a slap on the cock.
Neville let out a gasp at the pain and was suddenly suffocated by your pussy. He began to lap at your cunt like he was trained to over the years.
“Ahh… Nev…” you threw your head back and gripped the frills of the apron as you moaned his name.
Neville was in complete bliss at the taste of your juices. He swore he had never tasted anything more delicious in his whole life. He loved beginning in between your legs and could never be tired of pleasing you this way.
Slurping sounds could be heard throughout the room as Neville switched between swiveling his tongue up and down your clit and sucking furiously on your clit. You grinded down on Neville’s face, gripping the end of the apron for dear life, and occasionally bounced on his face.
“Fuck…” you moaned. “You like being used don’t you baby boy”
Neville moaned in response and his hips involuntarily humped the air a few times before you forcefully pushed his hips back on the bed to keep him still.
“You're such a slut for my pussy,” you teased.
All Neville could do was whimper underneath you.
“Say it,” you order. You raised your hips slightly so he could speak.
“I’m a slut for your pussy,” he sobbed.
You responded with a wicked laugh. “Pathetic.”
You rested your full weight on his face again and he continued to lick you mercilessly. His tongue teasing penetrated your vagina continuously.
As he ate you out, you took pity on his aching cock and decided to lazily stroke it. You bent down and took him in your mouth for lubrication. Neville practically cried when he felt himself being surrounded by warmth. It took everything in his power to not buck his hips upward. But the sweet feeling that was your mouth was suddenly gone and replaced by your hand.
Neville cried as your hand slowly stroked him up and down. Meanwhile your rode his face faster the closer you got to cumming. Neville himself was also being pushed to the brink at the arousing position he was in.
“Come on baby make mommy cum” you moaned as Neville sucked on your clit.
You rode Neville’s face to your orgasm and screamed as the sensation took over your body. He continued to eat you out through your orgasm. Neville revealed in the sounds that came out of your mouth and felt that his own orgasm was close. You felt it too because you speed up the pace of your hand. But just as he was about to cum you let go of his cock.
Neville whined at the loss of your hand and came anyway. His cock jumped up and down as cum leaked out of his tip and onto the bunched up apron. His thighs tensed at the feeling of a ruined orgasm.
“Mmhh…” Neville whimpered under you.
You mercilessly laughed at his pulsating dick. You got up off of his face and sat down next to his hips and leaned down to kiss him.
“Mommy…” Neville moaned into the kiss.
You could taste yourself on his lips. Your hand slithered down to his hips and you grabbed his balls to squeeze them. Neville yelped in response and rubbed his legs together. You broke the kiss and stared into his eyes which stared right back at you, pupils fully dilated.
“That was for enjoying your punishment” you breathed onto his lips.
Neville immediately went scarlet and his eyes widened with embarrassment. Just the response you were looking for.
“You didn’t think I would let you get away with that, did you?” you smirked. “Getting wet over a few spankings. You really are a slut”
Neville turned his head away from you, humiliated.
You had to admit that you enjoyed the sight before you. Cum stained Neville’s stomach and the end of the apron. His blush was spread from his cheeks, ears, and chest. And the noises coming out of his beautiful mouth due to his embarrassment made you even more wet. You grabbed his jaw and forced him to face you.
"I’m not done with you” you whispered. “You need to learn how to be a good boy again.”
“Mmhh… ahhh…” Neville moaned.
You got up from the bed and went to the nightstand and opened the drawer to retrieve a bottle of lube and a vibrating butt plug. Neville couldn’t see what you were doing but felt himself twitch.
You returned to the bed and lifted Neville’s legs so that his thighs were pushed up against his stomach and the pink apron bunched up at his chest. You positioned yourself in front of Neville so that you were holding his legs up by his knee pit and faced him.
Neville's chest heaved up and down and he pulled at the magical blue chain as he thought he knew what was going to come next.
“Mommy what are you going to do?” he asked excitedly.
“So eager to be fucked now are you puppy?” you smirked.
Neville watched eagerly as you popped open the bottle of lube and squirted the gel onto his asshole. He moaned at the feeling of your fingers rubbing the gel over his eager hole. You teased his hole by pushing two fingers against it but never penetrating him. Neville moved his hips desperately towards your fingers to get some sort of pleasure but you removed your fingers before he had the chance.
“Hold still” you said, swatting his bum one more time.
“Ahh!” Neville moaned, leaning his head back and hiding his face in his arm.
“You want to be my good boy again don’t you?” you said in a voice just above a whisper rubbing up and down the back of his thighs.
“Yeah! Yes! Yes! Yes, please mommy!” he shook his head furiously, while shutting his eyes tightly. “I want to be your good boy again mommy!”
“Then stay still” you said in a lower octave.
Your hands rubbed down the back of his thighs and landed on Neville’s ass. You gave each cheek a firm grip earning a moan from Neville. If you were being honest with yourself, Neville had quit the plump ass. You smiled to yourself at how he always blushed whenever you would mention it or never allowed you to touch his butt on a usual day. But look at him now enjoying it like the slut he pretends not to be.
You toyed with his hole with two fingers and watched as he struggled to not push up against you. Deciding not to torture your good boy any longer you pushed two fingers inside him. Neville’s moan filled the entire room as you entered him. You steadily stretched him out and pumped your fingers in and out of him. You curled your fingers to hit his prostate.
He instantly pulled at the magical chain to grip something, anything. The noises that came out of his mouth were the most obscene. He couldn’t take this much pleasure. You smiled to yourself at how much of a mess you could break Neville down to. It was truly an accomplishment.
Once you were satisfied with how well you stretched him you took your fingers out of him and grabbed the vibrator. Neville whined at the loss of your fingers but was completely mesmerized at your actions. You had poured lube on the vibrator and were stroking it slowly. Your entire focus had shifted to covering every inch of the vibrator with lube and Neville’s dick had twitched as he imagined that you were stroking him instead of the vibrator.
Then you forcefully pushed the entire plug in him without warning.
“Oohhh…mommy…” Neville groaned.
His chest heaved up and down at the feeling of being full. He wanted to be fucked, move his hips, he wanted to be inside you, and eat your pussy all at once. His mind was going numb by the second and you still weren’t done with him.
You gave him a devilish smile and the next thing he knew you were abusing his hole by repeatedly fucking the toy in and out of him. And everytime you managed to hit his prostate.
“I… I can’t… ahh…” Neville gasped for air. “I’m gonna…”
“I didn’t say you could,” you growled.
You instantly pushed the toy deep inside him and left it there right on his sweet spot and turned it on to its highest setting. You stood up on the bed and straddled his thighs. Sweat glistened on Neville’s forehead and his breathing quickened as he anticipated the feeling of your walls around him. Then you slipped his cock inside you and sat down. The moans that filled the room were definitely unholy.
The amazon position was definitely one of your favorite poisons in bed. Nevilles legs up in the air, giving you full control of the pace. The backs of your thighs touching his and you sitting up straight like you were on your throne. Him looking up at you like the goddess you were. Honestly he looked absolutely smitten by you.
“You feel so good for me, baby” you moaned at the feeling of having Neville finally inside you.
“Fwfff… mmhh…” Neville muttered.
He wasn’t capable of forming words at the moment. His toes curled at the overwhelming feeling of your warm wet pussy devouring him and the vibrator hitting his most sensitive spot inside him. All he wanted you to do was move. The lewd sounds that left his mouth were enough to make you cum right then and there.
You leaned down and grabbed Neville’s jaw so he could look directly into your eyes.
“Is this too much for my baby boy?” you asked in a sadistic tone.
Neville cried out from the nickname. He loved being your baby boy. He loved when you gave him all your attention and used him for your own pleasure. Especially when you received pleasure from playing with your boy.
“No mommy! I want more” he pleaded. “Please move!”
“If I do, will you promise to be a good boy from now on?”
“Yes! I promise! I want to be your good boy. I’ll be good! Please, please, please use me!” he whimpered.
His pleas had awakened a hungry beast inside you and you immediately started bouncing on his cock. Neville’s moans became high pitched as your hands moved from his jaw to wrap around his neck. You made sure to only squeeze the sides of his neck and gently push down on the front of his neck. He barely managed to mutter the word “mommy” as you fucked yourelf on his cock. Neville’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and his eyelids became heavier by the second. He was sure he would pass out soon.
The view above him was mesmerizing. In his hazy vision he could see your breasts bouncing with every rock of your hips. The sadistic expression on your face sent a shiver down his spine and a fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He swore you started to glow, but it could have been due to the lack of oxygen reaching his brain. It didn’t matter because to him you were ethereal. You were his goddess. He belonged to you and you alone.
You pulled him into a sweet kiss, stealing the last bit of air he had left in him.
“Mmhh…” Neville yelped when you bit his bottom lip.
“I want your babies,”' you whispered onto his lips.
“Ahhh!” he cried, leaning his head back and toes curling.
“Cum inside me Nev…” you purred.
After a few pumps of his dick he came harder than he ever had before. Neville went cross eyed and he panted desperately for air. As he came you sat on his cock balls deep so all of his cum made it inside your womb. You let go of his neck and sat up straight to play with your clit. Neville gasped for air and his whole shook as you continued to bounce on his cock. You were so close to reaching your second orgasm and weren’t going to stop until you came.
“Mommy… it’s too much” Neville cried tears streaming down his face.
“Remember you're my toy to use,” you said in a stern tone. “Besides, didn't you beg me to use you.” A sinister laugh escaped your lips as Neville cried and nodded his head.
Your fingers made circles around your clit as you fucked yourself on Neville’s cock. Neville’s legs shook furiously as his poor cock was overstimulated.
“Mommy…” he whimpered into his arm.
“Yes baby make me a mommy” you moaned.
Lewd sounds filled the room as you bounced faster on his cock.
“Fuck… Nev,” you moaned.
Neville’s high pitched moans turned to quiet whimpers as he was used for your pleasure. But if he was being honest with himself, he loved it. This is exactly what he was asking for. He wanted to know that he was pleasing you. He lived for it.
With one last thrust of your hips Neville hit that sweet spot inside you and you came so hard that you had to hold onto his ankle for support. You rested for a while trying to catch your breath, breathing heavily and leaning your head back. A smile formed on your lips and you huffed out a laugh.
Neville was so tired and sensitive all he could do was convulse as his cock still stayed inside you. You looked down at him with complete adoration in your eyes. You took pity on him and took yourself off of him, turned off the vibrator and took it out of him. You moved his legs back on the bed instead of in the air and moved to stand by the nightstand and set the vibrator down. Neville immediately scooted closer to you and whined about wanting to cuddle.
“I know, I know my sweet boy,” you said in a soft voice.
You sat down next to him, took the apron off and used it to wipe away the cum on his stomach. Reaching for your wand you took the enchantment off of his wrist and he was free from the head board. For a while, Neville was disoriented and laid still, catching his breath.
Once Neville felt strong enough he scooted closer to you so he could place his head in your lap. Then you shifted and leaned yourself against the headboard.
"Did I do good?" Neville asked in a sweet voice.
"You did so good for me baby," you whispered, smiling down at him. You stopped brushing locks of brown hair out of his face to gently grab his jaw and lean down to kiss him. You couldn't help laughing a bit.
Neville broke the kiss and looked worried for a bit. "What?"
"I knew you lived being my boy toy" you smirked down at him.
Neville immediately went scarlet and wrapped his arms around your middle. He pressed his face into your chest to hide his embarrassment.
A muffled "It's true" was his response.
You couldn't stay mad at him. He was too cute.
"You were such a good boy for me during your punishment Nev."
Neville looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.
"And good boys get rewards."
Neville’s face lit up as you said those words.
You grabbed your wand and summoned the breakfast Neville had made before you had distracted him and a few trays to keep the food on. The rest of the morning was spent with you feeding Neville breakfast and you enjoying the food he had prepared for you.
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Come Along for the Ride
a/n: Let’s just pretend like it’s not already March. I wanted to post this on Valentine’s Day but life got in the way. I started writing this at the beginning of February but I couldn’t finish it on time for Valentine’s Day. But I’m posting it anyway because I already had it written. Anyway, here's something cute for you all.
Word count: 3056
Parings: Neville Longbottom x gender neutral reader
Warnings: smut!, hand job!, oral! (male receiving)
Summary: Y/N has something special for Neville on Valentine’s day.
The castle’s corridors were extremely quiet as you stealthily made your way through the shadows. If you were caught sneaking out at night by Filtch you would receive detention and you weren’t too keen on the idea of helping Filtch clean the dungeons. But being a 6th year, you had learned the ins and outs of Hogwarts and could easily manage sneaking out at night past curfew.
You arrived at the portrait of the Fat Lady, who was sleeping soundly.
“Ahem” you huffed hoping he would wake up.
The fat lady just snored.
“Excuse me,” you whispered to her.
But nothing, she was fast asleep. You rolled your eyes in annoyance and pulled your wand out.
“Lumos,” you cast the charm and the tip of your wand instantly lit up.
“Ohh… who’s there,” the Fat Lady said, covering her eyes.
“Sorry I just needed you to wake up,” you said, lowering your wand.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” the Fat Lady said in a huff. “And you’re not supposed to be out so late.”
“I know but this was an emergency,” you pleaded.
“You should reconsider what you call an emergency. To be out this late, doing who knows what” the Fat Lady reprimanded you.
“Please just let me in, I’ll…” you paused trying to think of something to help you get out of your situation. “I’ll listen to you sing,” you finally replied.
“Hmm, fine,” the Fat Lady said pleased, “Password?”
“Abstinence,” you said.
The Fat Lady rolled her eyes as you said the word. She had a feeling you were about to do the exact opposite of the very word. But she let you in and you made your way to the boy's dormitories and to Neville’s bedside.
You stood by Neville’s bedside and watched him sleep for a while. He was wearing striped pajamas and snoring into a pillow he was cuddling. You felt a smile creep up on your lips as his lip twitched. You knelt down closer to his face.
“Heyyy” you whispered in a sing-song voice. “Wake up sleepy head.”
Neville moved closer to the sound of your voice in his sleep but didn’t wake up.
“No, you need to wake up,” you said a little louder, making sure that no one else in the dorm could hear you. Neville stirred awake.
“Mmh…” Neville hummed. He lazily opened one eye and saw that it was completely dark and that all his dormmates were still asleep in their beds, so he closed his eyes again. That’s when you got in bed with him and lay down on our side facing him.
“What time is it?” he said in a groggy voice.
“About 1:30 in the morning” you whispered.
Neville whined and turned around so his back was facing you.
“Hey what are you doing? Get up” you said a little louder so he could hear you.
“Y/N, it’s too early, let me sleep,” he said, pulling his covers over his head.
Then he realized that you were in his bed. His brain had just woken up and started working again.
“How did you get in here?” he said, turning his head back to you.
“You gave me the password to the Gryffindor common room, remember?” you said, smiling down at him.
He huffed and put his head back onto his pillow.
You sighed and wrapped your arms around him.
“I have a surprise for you” you whispered into his ear and started kissing his cheek.
Neville just groaned in response.
“Please, for me?”
“Mmh… fine” Neville whined as he got up.
“Just put your robe on it’ll be quick”
Neville was still half asleep as he put on his robe and a pair of shoes. He was so tired you had to tie his shoelaces for him.
You led him down to the Gryffindor common room and out the portrait hole. As you exited Gryfiendor tower the Fat Lady stuck up her nose at you.
“Remember the password. You should really take its advice” she said as you made your way down the corridor. You just laughed at her retort.
Making your way through the corridors, Neville was barely aware of his surroundings and the dark circles under his eyes became more prominent. As tired as he was he was still confused on why you had to wake him up at 1:30 in the morning.
“Where are you taking me?” he asked.
“That’s a surprise” you smirked at him.
“Ok, but why couldn’t this wait until the morning?” he whined, missing his bed.
“It is morning,” you said satirically.
He just sighed and accepted that he would be tired all day tomorrow during classes.
You stopped when you were by the bridge leading to the Owlery. Then you pulled out your broomstick that was hidden behind a pillar. You settled yourself on the broom before facing Neville. Then Neville’s eyes widened and he knew what you were about to say next.
“Get on,” you said.
“Oh no!” Neville panicked. “You know I hate flying Y/N.”
“It’ll be fine. I’ll be the one flying” you said, extending your arm out for him to grab. “You just have to come along for the ride.”
Neville warily looked at your arm. You were a chaser for the (your/house) quidditch team and were one of the best players. He trusted you but he was still a little scared of falling. He reluctantly grabbed your arm and you helped him steady himself onto the broom.
“Hold on” you instructed.
“Just please go slow” he begged, as he placed his hands on your waist.
“Aww where’s the fun in that,” you said with a devilish smile.
And with that, you zoomed straight into the sky. Neville screamed as the two of you were suddenly 100 feet in the air. His legs tightened around the broom and he was holding onto you for dear life. He closed his eyes shut and hid his face in the crook of your neck so he wouldn’t see the ground beneath you become farther away.
You made your way under and over the bridge, around the Owlery, and finally towards the forest. You slowed down as you flew over the forest and turned to look at Neville.
“It’s alright. You can open your eyes,” you said, trying to comfort Neville in any way you can.
You felt his hot breath against your skin as he hesitantly lifted his head and opened his eyes. He immediately regretted it as he saw the top of the trees several meters down from where the two of you were. A fall from this height would surely kill him.
“Oh no!” he screamed, hugging you tighter.
You couldn’t help but feel bad for your boyfriend, but you secretly liked how close he was holding you.
“Y/N can’t you fly us closer to the ground?” he pleaded.
You signed and turned to smirk at him. “Fine,” you said, smiling.
You swiftly flew the two of you closer to the trees. Neville seemed to calm down but was still breathing fast. His hold on you was a bit tight and it was beginning to get harder to breathe.
“Neville… I can’t breathe…” you said short of breath.
“Oh, sorry!” he said, loosening his grip. His eyebrows furrowed with stress.
“Just tell me we’re almost there. I’d like to feel solid ground again,” he said warily.
“We’re almost there. Just decided to take the long way around,” you said smirking.
Neville just groaned into your ear and tried not to suffocate you. You made your way towards the Black Lack and flew across the water. The starlight was just enough for you to see your reflection. You wished you had a camera to capture this moment forever but you would make sure to take a mental picture.
You made your way to a giant tree that was on the shore of the lake and landed right under it. Neville immediately hopped off the broom, rested his hand on his knees, and tried to catch his breath. Once you got off your broom you leaned your broom up against the tree and retrieved a basket from its hiding spot in the tree. You made your way over to Neville holding the basket.
“You ok?” you asked, walking towards Neville.
“What?” he said looking up at you. “Oh yeah… just back on the ground” he huffed and stood up.
You giggled at him in amusement and set the basket down in a leveled spot. Then you pulled out your wand and cast a charm to set out the contents in the basket. A picnic blanket was laid out along with a few scattered pillows and an unlit lantern settled itself beside the blanket where it magically lit up.
Neville looked amazed at the sight before him.
“Is this why you woke me up in the middle of the night?” he asked, staring at you like you were the moon itself.
You shrugged a little embarrassed. It was the romantic in you that had planned the entire thing.
“I just thought that I’d plan something special for Valentine’s day. Watch the stars for a bit,” you said bashfully.
“Oh my god! It is Valentine’s day.” Neville said, putting his hands up to his head. “I didn’t realize it when you woke me up. Not that I didn’t forget it was Valentine's day because I did remember. I do have a gift for you. It’s just back in my dorm.”
You just smiled at him while he rambled. You thought he was so sweet.
“Just come lay down with me,” you said, reaching your hand out for him to take.
He placed his hand in yours and you led him to the blanket where you sat down. Neville sat down next to you on your right and you leaned your head on his shoulder.
The two of you watched the stars in silence for a while. It was a beautiful night. The black lake looked like a mirror reflecting the bright stars that glowed softly in the sky. The ripples of the water lightly crashing into the shoreline could be heard along with the sound of crickets chirping, frogs croaking, and an owl in the distance hooing. After a while fireflies began swarming the lake and danced together.
You watched Neville’s face as the stars reflected in his eyes and you noticed that his eyelids began to droop with tiredness. Neville noticed you staring and turned to face you with a blush across his cheeks. He cocked an eyebrow at you and his lip curled into a smile. You returned his smile and looked away embarrassed at having been caught staring at him instead of the stars. He just chuckled at your response.
“What?” you said giggling and turning back looking anxious.
“Nothing it’s just…” he paused thinking. “How’d I get so lucky?” he said, his eyes now peering straight into your soul.
It was a little difficult to see but his pupils were very dilated. His eyes were glossy and wide with adoration. He truly looked at you like you were life itself. Your lips parted in awe of him. You thought your heart was going to leap out of your chest by how fast it was going. Neville really had a way of making you weak.
You were waiting to initiate a makeout session later on in the night but something came over you and the next thing you knew your lips were on his. The kiss was soft and gentle. Neville reached his right hand to cup your face and pull you in closer, while your hands made their way up his chest until they reached the collar of his pajamas where you gripped and pulled him towards you. Then your right hand moved from his collar to his hair.
Neville’s breath began to shake as he anticipated you to tug on his hair as your fingers brushed through his brown locks. Feeling his desperation increase through the rise in his chest you did not disappoint him. A whine escaped his lips as you tugged on a fist full of hair. His right hand slowly left your face and made its way to your side where he rubbed up and down your hip, pulling you closer to him.
The tip of your tongue ran across Neville’s bottom lip and he moaned at the feeling. With his lips slightly parted open you took the opportunity to slip your tongue inside his mouth. The tip of your tongue grazed his top row of teeth before attacking his tongue. He half-heartedly tried to fight for dominance in the kiss but failed when your left hand left his collar and moved its way to his thigh.
You pushed him to lay further down and he ended up laying down on his left side resting on one elbow to lift his upper body to continue kissing you. You laid down next to him on your right side taking your right hand out of his hair to put your wait on that elbow. Your top leg wrapped itself around Neville’s leg and pulled his hips towards you.
“Y/N,” Neville mewled your name as your hand moved further up his thigh.
He was obviously very tired and his kissing was becoming more sloppy but he was also becoming incredibly hornier as you rubbed up and down his thigh and playfully stroked his cock through his pajama pants. You could already feel his dick grow through the thin fabric and the neediness in his moans became more apparent.
“Please…” he begged into the kiss, eyes half-closed.
You chuckled with your lips pressed against Neville’s lips. You took away your hand and moved it to cup his cheek. Then you broke the kiss and smiled down at him.
“Don’t tease… please…” he whined.
“Really? Just like that? No objections to someone catching us? No protest to doing this outside and not in the privacy of a room? Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?” you smirked.
“I’m too tired to put up a fight,” he said resting his forehead against your chin. “Plus it’s 2 am. Who’s going to be out in the woods at this time?”
“Hmm let me think. How about a couple of teenagers secretly meeting to do something they're not supposed to do?” you offered playfully.
He just whined and buried his face in the crook of your neck and started kissing the skin there.
‘Wow he really is pent up?’ you thought to yourself. ‘And sleepy.’
You realized that Neville could barely hold his own head up and decided to just take care of him. This was his gift after all. Plus you knew he would return the favor later that day so you didn’t mind.
You moved Neville’s head from the crook of your neck so you could kiss him once more. You gently pushed him to lay flat on his back. Neville of course didn’t protest. Your left hand slowly made its way back to his thighs while Neville wrapped an arm around you to pull you closer to him. You began to palm him through his pajamas when Neville groaned and broke the kiss. He hid his face again by turning his head towards your shoulder.
Neville always went shy whenever you two had sex. Especially since you loved to stare at his face, which was basically every time.
Neville’s breath began to shake as your fingers grazed his stomach and the waistband of his pants.
“Please…” Neville pleaded.
“Since you asked you asked so nicely” you whispered in his ear.
The noise Neville made when you finally reached under his underwear sounded like he had just discovered air for the first time. He whimpered into your neck as you rhythmically stroked him. Then you pulled his underwear and pants down to his ankles and lowered yourself to take him in your mouth. You sucked the tip and lowered yourself down so that his tip reached the back of your throat and you caressed whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth.
Neville was a complete mess. He became so flustered that he opted to cover his face with his forearms. You were pretty sure he was more self conscious because he was exposed in the forest but you found him more adorable this way. In his dazed state he muttered your name like a prayer on his lips. His words became more incoherent the closer he got to his limit. Once you were done lubricating his cock you returned to kissing him.
"Mm… I… I’m gonna cum…" Neville managed to mutter between kisses.
“Not yet” you whispered in his ear. At this Neville just cried into your neck.
Your thumb lazily rubbed the up and down the slit of his penis. You enjoyed the noises that came out of his mouth as you toyed with him. Your fingers traced the crown of his dick as he began to thrust upwards involuntarily.
“I… need to cum” he cried.
“Beg for it” you whispered onto his lips.
“Please, please, please, please please…” he begged.
You smirked in response and sped up your pace. “Cum for me, Nev”
“Nhmm… Y/N,” Neville moaned as he reached his tipping point.
But just before Neville could cum you took your hand away and squeezed his balls in your hands. Despite your hand leaving his cock, Neville was just stimulated enough to cum.
Neville mewled into your neck as cum leaked out of his slit and onto his stomach. His hard dick twitched up and down as you removed your hand from its grip on his balls and traced little circles on his stomach. Neville’s stomach raised up and down as he tried to catch his breath. He had never experienced a ruined orgasm before and it was an entirely new feeling for him.
“What was that?” Neville said, lips trembling.
“That was just the beginning,” you said with a coy smile on your face. “I’m not done with you.”
Neville could hardly contain the moan that came out of his mouth and his body spasmed as you continued to stroke him at an agonizingly slow pace.
You were definitely going to have fun with him.
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Appreciation Post
Over the past year, I have had the pleasure of writing for all of you. I’m thankful that so many of you were able to enjoy my stories. I just have to say thank you all for the support I have received. Your kinds words have encouraged me to keep writing and to improve my writing skills. I have so many stories in my head but not enough time to write them all, but I will try to write as much as I can for you. I’ve tried to tag all the people who have commented, tag listed, etc. These interactions mean so much to me. Thank you again. I love you all!!!
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The One That Got Away
a/n: Feeling sad. Decided to write some angsty headcanons. Originally wanted to write a fic of this but it's too long of a story. Enjoy this short version
Parings: Neville Longbottom x Muggle-born! reader
Warnings: angst!, mentions of character deaths!, Neville lives!, Y/N lives!, no happy ending!, feels!
Summary: You decide to leave the wizarding world after the war.
D/N = daughter’s name
The summer before your seventh year, you had run away with Dean Thomas and went into hiding
You and Dean were close but really only knew each other through Neville
The news that Professor Snape was placed as Headmaster and that Muggle-borns were no longer allowed to attend Hogwarts was terrifying
But what was even more terrifying was that Muggle-borns were being rounded up and imprisoned in Azkaban for “stealing magic”
You were scared and didn’t know what to do until Dean showed up at your window one night and said you had to leave as soon as possible
You and Dean had lived relatively close to one another and often saw each other on Holiday but never really hung out together
As Dean waited for you, you packed a bag and left without saying goodbye to your parents but not before sneaking into your sibling's room and kissing them on the forehead to say goodbye as they slept
You were sad to leave without seeing your parents for the last time, but you had left a note with instructions to stay in close contact with Dean’s family
You were glad you had placed a protective charm around the house years ago
Then you left frightened at what was to come
You wanted to write a letter to Neville telling him that you were leaving but you knew that owls were being intercepted and searched by the Ministry of Magic for information
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That year at Hogwarts Neville was constantly worried about you
He hadn’t heard from you since the train ride back to London at the end of sixth year
You both knew that something was coming
He feared for your safety and had asked Dean to keep you safe if anything happened before he left home
Now he was here at Hogwarts for his seventh year
The only people in his dorm that year were him and Seamus Finnigan
Neville often stayed awake at night restless looking at a photo of you and him because he was so worried about you and hoped that you were ok
It was only when he began to realize that the only thing he could do to protect you was to take a stance against the Carrows and Snape
He knew that he had to help Harry succeed in whatever he was doing so that this war would end with Voldemort’s defeat
This ultimately lead to him taking refuge in the Room of Requirement and reviving Dumbledore’s Army
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Meanwhile, you were out running away from snatchers with Dean
Somewhere along the journey, you met Ted Tonks
He was an older man and father of Nymphadora Tonks, who you had met before
He reminded you of your own father who you missed badly
A few other runaways joined your group, but you always made sure to stay close to Dean
The two of you kept each other safe and comforted each other when needed
Dean even confided in you that he was in love with Seamus and was worried for his safety
You weren’t surprised at all by this though. You had suspected before that there was something going on between the two when Seamus got really jealous when Dean started dating Ginny the previous year
You tried to comfort Dean saying that Seamus knows how to protect himself
Dean comforted you by saying the same of Neville
At one point your group was running away from a group of Snatchers when Ted and a few others were killed
You, Dean, and the goblin Griphook escaped but not before you were injured
You still couldn’t believe that Ted Tonks was dead, and you were frightened by the incident
Dean noticed that you were oddly distant now and you hardly ever spoke
He let you have some space knowing you needed time to process what had happened
If he was being honest with himself, he needed time to cope too
The three of you were soon captured by another group of Snatchers led by Fenrir Greyback and taken as prisoners
But suddenly they apparated the three of you to a different location
That’s when they captured Hermione, Ron, and who you assumed to be Harry (although it was hard to tell because of his swollen face)
You wanted to scream from excitement at knowing they were alive, but you were about to pass out from the beating you had taken from Greyback, and it was probably not a good idea since they were too stupid to figure out that it was actually Harry Potter
You honesty had no idea how, but you ended up at the Malfoy Mannor and were thrown in a dungeon. You were coming in and out of consciousness most of the time and felt a pain in your leg
Then dobby showed up and brought you to a beach somewhere
Dean carried you inside Bill and Fleur’s home where you immediately passed out cold
When you woke up your clothes were gone and you were wearing a sleeveless nightgown, you were in a bedroom
You were very hungry, had a terrible headache, bandages were wrapped around your calf, and it was dark
Luna and Hermione were sleeping in a bed next to you
You had no idea what time it was, so you decided to go back to sleep
When you woke up the next morning you were alone in the room and got up
It was difficult for you to walk but you managed to reach the door
When Fleur saw you, she immediately went up to you and asked if you needed anything
You had asked if you could use the shower and she helped you to the shower and took off your bandages
You saw that there was a long fresh scar on your leg, definitely healed by magic given how quickly a scar had formed
But the wound was not completely healed. There were bruises and scab marks surrounding the scar
Fleur left some towels for you to use and then left to give you privacy
The warm water against your skin felt nice
It then hit you that you hadn’t had a proper shower in what felt like months and silent tears began to stream down your face
When you got out of the shower you put on a new nightgown that Fleur had left out for you
Fleur’s nightgowns were all that fit you, but she promised she would go out to buy you some clothes
After getting dressed you went downstairs
You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until you stepped into the kitchen
Dean and Luna were sitting in the living room talking when they heard you come downstairs
They immediately went to you and Dean hugged you.
“How are you feeling?” Dean asked
“Been better” you said with a strained smile. “Hungry. Really hungry”
“Fleur made you something. It's on the stove” Dean replied
While you ate Dean and Luna sat with you.
“I’ve told Neville you’re alright,” Luna said
At this, you dropped your fork onto your plate
“How?”
“The coins we used for D.A. meetings. Before winter break, Ginny and Neville were able to figure out how to write messages on them instead of just dates.”
You looked at her shocked. In your rush to pack the night you ran away you had forgotten to bring with you your D.A. coin
“He’s really glad to know that you're alive,” Luna said
“How is he? Is he safe?”
“I believe so,” Luna said unsure. “He’s made a lot of enemies”
“Luna, do you mind if I use your coin”
She gave you the coin and you realized you didn’t have a wand. That’s when Luna gave you hers and you went outside to send a message
When you sent the message, you didn’t know what to expect
But you never expected Neville to respond so quickly
You stayed out on the porch for what felt like forever sending messages to Neville
The coin was small so only a few words could be put on it
But he told you that he was safe and hiding out in the Room of Requirement
You told him you were safe as well and that you were fine
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The next few months you spent hiding out at Bill and Fleur's home with Dean and Luna
You mostly spent your days sitting on the shoreline with Dean and Luna
Your leg got better as the months went on
You often thought about the inevitable war that was going to happen
You were scared and on days that you couldn’t bear to think any more you would go down by the beach at night and sit and listen to the waves crash into the sand
On one of those nights, you realized that you couldn’t live like this anymore
You were going to leave right then and there and go home but you couldn’t
You missed home and wanted nothing more than to be in your own bed
When this was all over you decided you would leave the wizarding world for good and live with your family
Then Neville came into your mind
He would be devastated but you couldn’t stay, and you wouldn’t make him leave
Maybe you could go to college in the muggle world or start working and pretend that none of this ever happened
You cried at the thought
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One night Neville had sent a message saying that Harry was back at Hogwarts
You, Dean, and Luna all got ready to leave
Despite not having a wand you were prepared to fight
The three of you apparated to Aberforth’s bar, just like Neville had instructed, and were sent down the secret passageway behind Ariana’s portrait
You were nervous but you swallowed your fears down
When the portrait door swung open you saw a room full of people
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were there and so was Neville
Everyone turned to look at who had arrived, and Seamus quickly ran to help Dean out of the portrait hole and pulled him into a tight hug
You smiled at them happily as you got out of the portrait hole
“Y/N!” Neville called out as he ran to you
Just as you were on the last step Neville picked you up and wrapped you in a hug
“Neville” you sighed with a relief
As he put you down you saw his face more clearly
One of his eyes was swollen and colored yellow and purple. There were gouge marks all over his face and his bottom lip had a cut that made it swell.
“What did they do to you?” you fretted
“It’s nothing. I’m just glad you’re here” Neville said placing his forehead on yours
You peaked his lips
Your entrance had interrupted an argument between Neville and Harry
“What are they doing here? How did you...?” Harry spoke
“I sent for them,” said Neville, holding up a fake galleon
Neville explained that they all thought that if Harry ever came back to Hogwarts, it would mean Revolution and that they wanted to help him
Harry stressed that they were not going to stay and that only Hermione and Ron could help him, but soon more people came through the portrait hole
Eventually, Harry gave in and decided that he could use everyone’s help but not before Snape had announced for an assembly
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During the battle, you managed to steal a wand from a Death Eater
You had lost Neville along the way, but you fought besides Padma the entire time
There were many instances where you believed you would die but you managed to survive every time
Many others were not so lucky, and you had witnessed a few of your friends die in front of you
Then when Voldemort and his Death Eaters returned with Hagrid carrying a dead Harry in his arms you thought all was lost
Tears streamed down your eyes
Neville stood by you holding you then he kissed your forehead before walking towards Voldemort
You were confused at first at what he was doing but it was already too late for you to stop him
You watched as Voldemort disarmed Neville and threw him to the ground with magic
You watched mortified as Neville was cursed to be still, and the sorting hat was placed on his head and light on fire
“No!” you screamed
That’s when all hell broke loose
Everyone started to attack the Death Eaters and the battle resumed
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After the battle, Neville searched for you and prayed that nothing had happened and cried when he finally found you
You ran to him from across the rubble and wrapped him in a tight embrace
The two of you stayed like this for a good while and you were happy that he was alive
The first few days after the battle were rough
But you knew one thing, you were no longer the same
Who could blame you, after what you had witnessed at the Battle of Hogwarts
There was so much death you had witnessed
You couldn’t get the image of Collin Creevey’s lifeless body out of your head
Or the image of Fred lying peacefully on the floor dried blood on his forehead
And the countless others that had died that day
You were scared to go to sleep because you were afraid of reliving the war
Many other students had a hard time readjusting to life after the battle as well
There were many funerals and memorials to attend, and you were completely broken by it
Even Neville had nightmares most nights
But you were oddly distant from him most days
The two of you were staying at Neville’s grans and slept in his bedroom
You wanted to tell Neville that you were leaving but you didn’t know when was a good time
That was until he was offered a job as an aura
Neville was ecstatic about this and accepted the offer
He was excited to be working alongside Harry and Ron
He also started looking for his own place to live once he got enough money for a flat
He was planning on asking you to live with him
Neville had planned a picnic for the two of you to tell you
It was nice but you also regretted going
Neville had made your favorite meal and even made you a bouquet of your favorite flowers
When Neville asked you what you were planning on doing now you lied and said you didn’t know yet
That’s when Neville surprised you and said he got a job as an aura
“That’s great Neville” you smiled weakly. “I’m proud of you”
“And I was thinking that maybe we could live together”
You looked terrified
Then you started crying
Neville was confused. He thought you would be happy
“Neville, I can’t,” you said teary-eyed
“Is this about you not working? Y/N I don’t care if you work or not. I can make money for the both of us”
“No, it's not that”
“Then what is it?”
“Neville I’m leaving”
“What?” Neville said confused
“I’m going home”
“That’s ok. We don’t have to move in right away. I just meant in a year or two from now”
You shook your head no and cried harder
“I’m leaving for good. I’m not coming back to the wizarding world”
“What? No, don’t say that” Neville’s eyes began to tear up now. “Why would you say that?”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” you cried. “I just need to be home for a while and get away from magic”
Neville knew that this meant you were breaking up with him. After everything, you’ve been through together. He was crying hysterically
“Please Y/N, please don’t leave me. I… I love you. Please… Was it something that I did”
“No, no! You did nothing. You were perfect. I just… I need time to heal. And I can’t do it here.”
The two of you were crying now.
“I’ll go with you. I’ll leave too.”
You really did love Neville, but you couldn’t ask him to leave everything he knew behind.
“No, Neville” you shook your head as more tears ran down your cheeks. “I can’t ask you to do that”
“Why not? We can both live in the muggle world. Please…” he begged
“I can’t ask you to leave everything you know behind. Your life is here, your job is here, your future is here”
“My future is you!” he screamed.
You cried even harder as he said this
“Please, don’t go. We were supposed to get married. And start a family and grow old together!”
“I’m sorry.” you wailed. “I’m sorry. But I need to leave.”
“I won’t ask you to wait for me. It’s not fair to you” you wept.
“You don’t have to. Because I will. I’ll wait for you for as long as I have to.”
You left that night and said your final goodbye to Neville
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When you arrived home your parents were shocked and rushed to pull you into a tight hug.
When your sibling(s) heard all the commotion they went to check on what was going on. When they saw you, they burst into tears and tackled you in a hug
You all cried for what felt like hours.
A couple of years had passed since that day, you were married now to a muggle and had three children
You loved our spouse very much and loved your kids. You would do anything for them
As luck would have it all three of your children had magic and you finally told your spouse that you were a witch, but had left that life a long time ago
You never really explained why you left but your spouse understood that it was a painful experience and didn’t push
When the time came for your eldest to go to Hogwarts you had mixed feelings but pushed through them for the sake of your daughter, who looked exactly like you
You took your family to Diagon Alley and was surprised that almost nothing had changed since your time there say for a few new shops
You decided to enter Noltie's Botanical Novelties with your eldest to buy her a few plants to decorate her dorm. Apparently, Noltie's had become rather popular as there were quite a few people in the shop than you remember
You told your daughter to go around the shop and look around
You decided to look around and reminisce in the old shop that you spent so many times in
You decided to go look for a moon citrus tree (one of your favorite plants that you decorated in your dorm room when you were at Hogwarts) for your daughter. It never grew more than a foot and always smelled lovely.
It even glowed blue at night.
As you went to the back greenhouse you looked for the plant. As you searched through the many aisles of plants you heard the loud crash behind you
A man had just dropped a potted plant right at the end of the aisle and looked as if had just seen a ghost
“Oh Godric!” the man cursed under his breath as he bent down to collect the broken pot
You walked towards him. “Do you need some help?”
“I’m fine,” the man said flustered looking down
“It’s really no problem” you insisted
“I’m fine really, I just thought I saw…” then he looked up.
It was Neville. You let out a small gasp as you saw him. You hadn’t seen Neville in over a decade.
“Neville?” you asked
“Merlin, it is you Y/N” he stood up and smiled brightly. He wiped the dirt on his trousers and hugged you. You returned his hug
“I… I don’t know what to say” you smiled up at him. “It’s been so long. How are you?”
“I’m good. And you?”
“I’m good too.” you laughed.
“So, what are doing now? Are you still an aura?” you asked
“No, no, I uhh… I’m a professor at Hogwarts now. I teach Herbology. The aura life didn’t really suit me” he huffed out a laugh. “And you? What have you’ve been up to?”
“Oh, I’m… I own a bookshop”
“Wow that’s great,” he said, his smile never fading. “How’s everything? I mean, no one’s heard from you in a long, long time”
“Well, I never thought I’d be back,” you said honestly. “But everything is fine really. My shop is doing really well, and my kids are doing very good in school”
“Kid? You had kids? Are you married?” Neville’s voice when up higher
“Umm… Yes. I’m married and we have three kids together. Actually, my eldest daughter got her letter to Hogwarts this year. So that’s why I’m here” you said that last part sheepishly.
“Oh…” Neville said awkwardly.
“And you?” you asked hoping that Neville had found someone to spend his life with.
“Oh yeah… My wife Hannah and I have two kids and one on the way. My eldest, Frank, is nine he’ll be ten soon, but he’ll be going to Hogwarts next year.”
“Well Ginny and Harry got married a little after the war and so did Ron and Hermione. They both have families now. Dean and Seamus are together they have two kids. Luna’s married had has twins.”
“That’s good to hear,” you said excitedly.
Then you looked down anxiously, “How’s… How is everyone?” you gulped.
Your smile couldn’t hide your sadness. You really missed your old friends and you still felt guilty for leaving the Wizarding World behind.
“That’s great” you wiped away a tear beginning to form in your eye. “That’s really wonderful to hear”
Neville noticed your eyes and pitied you. “You don’t need to feel guilty for leaving, you know.”
You just stared at him and nodded.
“Things have changed now. It’s a lot better now that Hermione’s working at the Ministry of Magic. She’s done a lot to change people’s perspective on Muggle-borns.”
“Well, that’s good to hear”
There was an awkward silence for a while.
“So, what brings you here?” you asked. Then you immediately thought it was a dumb question considering he was the Herbology teacher and probably there to get some plants for the school year
“Oh… I’m picking up an order and a couple of plants” he said looking down at the potted plant that was now broken on the floor. “I should probably tell someone about this,” he said with an awkward smile.
“Right” you huffed out an awkward laugh. “I’m just here to help decorate my daughter’s dorm room,” you said showing him the moon citrus tree you carried in your hands
“Is that a moon citrus tree?”
“Yeah”
“You used to have one in your dorm. That’s nice that you’re getting one for your daughter now”
“Do you mind watching out for her?” you asked awkwardly. “She’s knew to all this magic stuff”
“Of course. I do for everyone”
“Thank you”
That’s when your daughter came running up behind you caring a sack of seeds
“Mummy, can I get these. They grow into a flitterbloom!”
Then when she saw that you were talking to a strange man, she hid behind you.
“Don’t be shy D/N. Say hello”
Your daughter shook her head no.
“This is one of mommy’s friends from when she went to Hogwarts. Can you say hi?” you said tenderly.
She slowly peaked her head from behind you and looked up at Neville
“Hello D/N,” Neville said in a soft voice. “It's nice to meet you.” He waved at your daughter.
“Hi” she whispered as she stood next to you.
“He’s going to be your professor,” you said happily
Your daughter then looked very intimidated, and her eyes widened.
“Don’t worry, you’re going to have a lot of fun in my class. We’ll be growing those exact plants in your year as well.” he smiled warmly at her.
“Can we leave?” your daughter asked looking up at you
“Ok” you whispered back to her
“Well, it was nice to see you again Neville”
“You too Y/N. It was really great to see you again”
Your daughter stared between you and Neville and looked uncomfortable
As you said your last goodbyes you went to pay for the plants and meet up with your spouse who was at an ice cream parlor with your other two kids.
Despite telling yourself that you were in love and happy you couldn’t help but wonder what might have been had you stayed with Neville
As he walked out of Noltie's Botanical Novelties Neville spotted you and your family eating ice cream and enjoying each other’s company
He starred a little too long.
He knew he was happy, and he loved his wife and kids, but he couldn’t deny that you were the one that got away.
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Mistletoe Part 4
a/n: Last part! I'm so sorry for the long wait. School started again for me. It was a very short winter break for me and it kinda didn't feel like a break at all 😭. I hope you enjoy the last part. You might recognize a line from The Office here. I’ve done this before but with a different movie. Is this plagiarism? I gave credit to The Office. Please let me know 😂
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Word count: 5,863
Parings: Neville Longbottom x ravenclaw! reader
Warnings: some swearing, fluff, some angst I guess I'm not sure
Summary: It's your sixth year at Hogwarts and your friendship with Neville seems to become more and more complicated. You suspect that he is starting to have feelings for someone else and will only ever see you as a friend. It's not until Slughorn’s Christmas party that the truth is revealed.
The night of Slughorn's Christmas Party had finally arrived. It was a painful experience to be around Neville up until that time. After you had spotted Neville and Luna in the library things between the two of you became more awkward in Herbology.
Neville and you only shared a few words during Herbology and every time you could tell he was agitated. At some point, you stopped trying to make small talk. It was like you were strangers now.
Despite not talking to each other you noticed that Neville seemed sad. You didn't ask why but you had a feeling it was because Harry had asked Luna to go to Slughorn's Christmas party. Luna had agreed to go with Harry, which was a shock to you because you thought she would be going with Neville. You figured he wouldn't want to go to Slughorn's Christmas party.
'If he's not going to be there, is it even worth going?' You thought.
But you had worn a very pretty dress and it would be a shame if you had never worn it anywhere. It was a formal dress and fairly simple but in a beautiful way. It was your favorite color and hugged you in all the right places. You loved how the dress accentuated your curves and made you feel confident. The design of the dress was breathtaking. You just had to go, just for the sake of the dress.
No one knew you were going, not even Padma knew. But you didn’t want anyone to know, just in case, someone decided to avoid you. However, that didn’t seem to matter anymore as Neville was probably going to ditch the party. You couldn’t ditch either even though you wanted to.
You were only going because you promised Terry (after impulsively agreeing to go with him after you almost blew up the library because you saw Neville and Luna together). A tiny piece of you hoped that Neville would at least make an appearance. You just wanted to make him jealous (or see if you could make him jealous). Now that Neville was not going to show up you were stuck going to Slughorn's Christmas party with Terry.
A knock on your dorm room took you away from your thoughts. You went to open up the door and found Terry on the other side of it.
"You're on time," you said sarcastically. "And you clean up nice." Terry returned your sarcasm. He eyed you from head to toe with a wide grin.
"Shall we?" Terry asked with his arm extended out for you to take.
You sighed and took his arm. The two of you walked arm in arm, making light conversation until you reached the entrance to Slughorn's office.
You couldn't believe your eyes. There were lanterns floating near the ceiling of the corridor and the decorations were mesmerizing. Filch was even hired as the bouncer, which you had to admit made you laugh. Professor Slughorn’s room seemed enchanted to be a huge tent. You had to give your compliments to Professor Slughorn for outdoing himself. A photographer was ever taking pictures right outside his office.
“Smile for the camera.” The photographer cheered.
You tried to put on the most convincing smile you could muster, while Terry was as happy as ever as he held your waist. The photographer gave you a copy of your photo before you were sent inside.
The party was already packed and you weren't even that late. Everyone was either chatting in groups or eating at dinner tables while classical music was being played by a live band. Professor Slughorn had even hired caterers to work at the party. Some you had recognized as your fellow students. You couldn't spot Ginny anywhere. You were really hoping to have her as company if you were going to be stuck with Terry all night.
As you were looking for Ginny, Terry made excited noises right next to you and tapped your arm. “Look!”
Terry pointed to Professor Slughorn who was talking to a member of the Weird Sisters. “I told you they'd be here.”
As excited as Terry was, you couldn’t care less if it was the Spice Girls. You just wanted to know if Neville had shown up.
"Oh no! Professor Slughorn just left them," Terry said disappointed. “At least I’ll get his full attention.”
“What are you talking about?” you said confused.
“I’m just going to talk to Professor Slughorn,” Terry said not looking at you but focusing on Professor Slughorn. And with that, he rushed through the crowd of people and left you alone.
“Huh…” you huffed. You clicked your tongue annoyed.
‘Now I’m alone’ you thought pitifully. ‘Now what?’
You awkwardly walked around the edges of the room and searched for Ginny or Neville. You couldn’t find either one. You eavesdropped on a couple of people’s conversations as you made your way about the room. You found out that Professor Slughorn had enchanted the room to be much bigger than his usual-sized office. You also found out that there was an enchanted mistletoe going around and appearing on the ceiling at random locations under unsuspecting couples. You just hoped it wouldn’t appear over as the night went on. The more you went about the room the more you realized that there were a lot more people here than you expected. Apparently, Professor Slughorn had invited other important people to this party because you couldn’t recognize half of the people in this room.
Somehow you had ended up behind the curtains of a window. You just wanted to hide but the damn curtains were see-through. You ended up looking out the window and pretended to be invisible for a while. That was until someone had spoken to you.
“Playing hide and seek?”
“Ahh!” you jumped. You turned around and saw Cormac.
“I’m not hiding,” You said defensively and immediately got out of the curtains.
“Should I know from who?” Cormac asked.
“That’s none of your business.” You said straightening your dress and fixing your hair. “What are you doing anyway?” you said trying to distract him from your situation.
“I’m waiting for my date. Hermione said we’d meet here.” Cormac said looking around the room for Hermione. “Happen to know where she is?”
“No,” you said annoyed.
“Shame” Cormac checked you out and whistled. “I should’ve asked you. But what can I say? Hermione practically begged me to be her date.” Cormac was smiling to himself now.
You couldn’t believe Hermione had asked Cormac out of all people. His arrogance disgusted you.
As he was busy flirting with himself, you slipped away quietly and made your way to the buffet table. You were a bit hungry and grabbed an orderve to eat. Everyone seemed occupied in their conversations but you were miserably alone.
Then in the middle of the crowd, you spotted Neville. The back of his head was facing you and he seemed to be talking to people. At that second you turned around and finally exhaled. You had been holding in your breath without realizing it. You wanted to confront him but you were scared. No, you were angry. Or were you nervous? You could really figure out what you were feeling but you definitely felt like throwing up.
But that didn’t matter now. You took a deep breath and summoned all your courage to go confront Neville. You turned and walked straight towards Neville with your eyes focused on the back of his head. But as you approached him you noticed what he was wearing. They were not dress robes at all. He was dressed in a waiter’s suit, the exact same ones you just saw another waiter wearing, and was holding a tray of drinks.
You stopped in your tracks when you were about three feet away from him.
“Neville?” you spoke almost shocked. Your bottom lip hung open.
Neville's shoulders tensed up at the call of his name. He knew it was you and that he had been caught. He stood there frozen for a while before turning around to face you.
“What are you... “ you said confused, eyeing up his dress robes. “Are… you working tonight?”
Why was he a waiter at Slughorn’s party and not an attendee? Why didn’t he tell you he would be working at the party? And why was he avoiding you and not talking to you at all? These questions quickly filled your head.
“Um… I can explain.” he stammered. Red quickly colored his cheeks. “I…”, with a pained expression on his face he finally revealed the truth, “I didn’t get into Slughorn’s club.”
“What!?” you exclaimed. “What… what do you mean?... I don’t understand… You’ve… you’ve been attending his club… since the beginning.” you stammered. Your head felt dizzy trying to wrap your thoughts together.
“I didn’t get into the Slug Club. I didn’t want you to find out,” Neville said apologetically.
“You didn’t want me to know” you looked at him appalled. “You should have just told me. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to disappoint you.” His eyebrows furrowed and looked embarrassed.
“What do you mean? Why would I be disappointed if you didn’t get in?" You said, confused.
“Well, you were just so excited at the beginning of the year when professor Slughorn invited us to that dinner party. You said that you were proud of me for getting into the Slug Club. I didn’t want to let you down when I found out I didn’t get in.”
A weight was lifted off your chest as he revealed why he was so distant. You knew it wasn't the whole truth but nonetheless, it was a relief to you.
“Neville, I was only excited that you got in because I thought we were going to get a chance to hang out together.” Your eyes were filled with hurt and sadness as you tried to speak. “We’ve been so busy lately and I just wanted to spend time with you. I could care less about being in the Slug Club."
“I know” Neville looked down at the floor. “That’s why I couldn’t tell you.”
You were more confused than ever.
“Y/N, Professor Slughorn is a good connection to have in the wizarding community. He’s helped a lot of people get their jobs. I couldn’t let you ruin your future for me.” Neville confessed. "I'm sorry Y/N, I just… I didn't… I'm sorry for not telling you." His eyebrows furrowed in guilt.
You were stunned at this. He pretended to still be in the club just so you wouldn’t drop out of it. Just so you could have a better chance at getting a good job. So you could have a better life. And you knew the reason why. It was written all over his face. You knew muggle-borns had a harder time fitting into the wizarding world. He just wanted to make that transition easier for you.
“Thak you,” you spoke your voice just above a whisper.
You fidgeted with your hands from the tension building up between the two of you. Despite his kind act, you still believed he had done it out of his love for you as a friend.
There was an awkward silence between the two of you before you decided to speak. "How did you end up working for professor Slughorn?"
"Oh…" Neville's cheeks began to turn a light shade of pink. "Well, I think professor Slughorn kept an eye out for some of the students that didn't get into the Slug Club. He's got me and Belby working tonight. I wouldn't have agreed but Professor Slughorn asked if I wanted to earn Gryffindor a few extra house points. He said Professor McGonagall agreed to it." He seemed more embarrassed and guilty at what he was going to say next. "I didn't know you were going to be here tonight. I heard that you weren't going to come so I said yes to working at the party."
You felt a pain in your chest. He was still trying to avoid you and you didn't know why. Anger filled you and you couldn't help but make him feel bad about avoiding you.
"Well I wasn't planning on going…" you huffed. "Even though there were a lot of people who had asked me and were more than willing to be my date." You said clicking your tongue. "But then Terry begged me to be my plus one. And I said yes because he wants to be in the Slug Club too.” you turned around to look for him. When you found Terry near professor Slughorn trying to strike up a conversation, you pointed in his direction.
When Neville looked over at where Terry was he couldn't help but feel jealous and anger towards the boy. His grip on the tray of drinks tightened.
'How could Terry ignore Y/N. He was with the most beautiful, interesting, and intelligent girl at Hogwarts. He should be dancing with her and talking with her, not Professor Slughorn. That asshole had no idea what he has…' his train of thought was cut off when you spoke.
"Neville, why have you been avoiding me?" Your tone matched your expression, cold and stern. “And I know there’s another reason.”
He turned back to face you and felt guilty again.
"It feels like I haven't we haven't spoken in over a month and I kinda get the feeling you've been avoiding me for a lot of other reasons than what you lead on." Your anger was now clear as day.
He wanted to tell you. He really did but he was afraid that he would ruin his friendship with you. But it seemed as if he had already ruined your friendship. He would have to finally tell you in hopes of mending what he had already broken.
"What I told you before was true. But…" he became redder in the face as he became more uncomfortable. "There's something that I've been keeping from you for a while." He swallowed harshly as his mouth suddenly became dry. "I wasn't planning on working for Slughorn tonight because I knew there was a chance that I would… I would see…" he looked down at the floor. It was more difficult than he imagined to admit his feelings for you.
That’s when Harry and Luna walked in. Neville was looking down at the floor which you misinterpreted as him saying that Luna was the reason he was upset.
“Oh…”, you said understanding. “I’m… I’m sorry about Luna.” You tried to sound apologetic towards his feelings but the strain in your voice made you sound annoyed.
“What!?... Why?... I…” he scrambled his words with a confused expression on his face. “What do you mean?”
“I know you like her,” you said choosing to stare at the floor now. “And when I heard that Harry had asked her to go to Slughorn's party with him…”, you inhaled deeply to control your breathing, “I should have known that you wouldn’t want to be around them."
"Wait where did you hear that from?" The horror in his eyes at the thought of you thinking that he liked Luna was evident.
However, you mistook his expression as him being horrified of you knowing that he liked Luna this whole time.
'Maybe he's scared that she knows too?' You thought.
"I heard rumors but it's obvious now." You looked over to where Harry and Luna were standing. She looked very pretty tonight and you wished you could be anywhere else. Anywhere but here.
"Wait I…" Neville was cut off by a very distressed Professor Slughorn.
"Longbottom, what's all this. You're not supposed to be conversating with the guests. I still see a tray full of drinks. My guests must be parched." Professor Slughorn exclaimed.
"I'm sorry Professor Slughorn. It was my fault. I kept Neville from working." You piped up.
"Oh miss L/N. Lovely to see you." Professor Slughorn smiled warmly at you. "By the way do you mind keeping that boy you brought with you away from me for the rest of the night?"
"Oh…" you felt a rush of embarrassment wash over you. "Of course, professor. I should probably get back to him anyway." You awkwardly smiled at both Professor Slughorn and Neville before walking away.
Neville was about to run after you when professor Slughorn put his arm up to his shoulder to stop him.
"My boy, I see a few of my guests that are empty-handed that way. Do you mind?" Professor Slughorn pointed in the opposite direction you had left in.
Neville looked longingly at you before he turned to get back to work.
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As you rushed away from Neville and Professor Slughorn you searched for Terry. When you finally spotted him, he was standing at the edge of a group of students talking.
You quickly walked up next to him.
"Hey, there you are?" Terry said amused. "I've been looking all over for you."
"What?" You gave him a questioning look. "You're the one who ditched me to be best pals with Professor Slughorn."
"Yeah, that didn't go as planned. But I'm willing to try again. Nothing shows your potential more than your determination." Terry said pridefully.
"Well, I think your potential is getting on Professor Slughorn's nerves." You said looking around to see if Neville was nearby. You didn't really want to continue your conversation with him at the moment.
When you spotted Neville, he was talking with Harry. Luna was no were to be found. Just as you were trying to make out what they were talking about they both looked in your direction. You quickly looked away flushed.
"Put your arm around my waist." You whispered to Terry.
"Hmm?" He leaned closer to you to hear you.
"Wrap your arm around me." You said loud enough for only him to hear you.
"Oh, I like where this is going." He smirked.
His arm made its way around you but instead of his hand landing on your waist, he settled for your butt and gave it a light squeeze.
"Eek!" You piped up with a surprised look on your face. You glared up at him.
Terry gave you a cheeky grin and winked at you.
That's when you elbowed him in the chest. "That's not what I meant." You said angrily.
The air was knocked right out of him and he quickly moved his hand up your body and stopped at your waist. "Sorry"
You rolled your eyes at his apology and glanced back at where Neville and Harry stood. Neville was no longer looking at you but instead facing Harry and his face was completely out of sight. Meanwhile, Harry looked amused and kept looking between you and Neville.
Apparently, Neville didn't care that you were with another guy. He didn't care that someone else was holding you and not him. You had at least wanted to see if you could make Neville a tiny bit jealous but it seemed he didn't even care.
You turned to face the group of students that Terry was having a conversation with but you couldn't bother to listen to what they were saying. You were hurt that Neville didn't even as much look in your direction. You conclude that he didn't have any feelings towards you at all and was only in love with Luna.
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Neville's jaw clenched as he saw Terry grab your ass. He turned away as quickly as he could and furrowed his eyebrows, anger fuming through his entire body.
Meanwhile, Harry continued staring at you. Harry had to admit that you did have a great ass. “She does look great tonight.”
Harry turned back to look at Neville, who looked like he was about to faint.
“Neville, are you alright?” Harry said concerned.
“What?” Neville responded dazed. “Yeah… I’m fine.” Neville said as he walked away.
He needed to get out of there. The room was too crowded and it was getting harder to breathe. Neville made his way to the back room where all the caterers would get the food. A curtain separated the main room and the back room. Neville pulled back the curtain to let himself in the backroom and quickly rushed in. Luckily no one was there as they were serving the guest at the party in the main room. He put down his tray of drinks and sat down on a chair. He ran his fingers through his hair to calm him down.
At this point, he was fighting his insides so he wouldn’t throw up while simultaneously concentrating to not pass out. He felt horrible all because of his stupid feelings. Why did he have to bottle up his feelings? If he had just told you how he truly felt then he wouldn’t be in this situation. Then again you probably wouldn’t be in his life if he told you how he felt.
This was madness and he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to tell you. He just needed to get you alone first and away from Terry.
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Neville had waited for about an hour behind the curtain for the moment you would pass by. You had stayed by Terry’s side the entire time. He noticed that you hardly talked to any of the people you met and he only felt bad. He didn’t mean to ruin your night.
Now all he wanted to do was explain himself. He wanted your forgiveness especially for being the ass that he was for the past three months. He prayed that you would forgive him even if it meant you didn’t want to be friends anymore.
He watched you make your way around the room with Terry. As time went on you had made your way to the opposite side of where he was. And then suddenly you had said something to Terry and then walked over to the buffet table where Neville was. Luckily for him, you walked on the side of the table where the curtain was.
You were looking to eat something when you felt a hand grab your wrist and pull you towards them.
“Ahh!” you yelped as you were pulled behind the curtain.
Neville quickly closed the curtains behind you and turned back to you. “I need to talk to you,” he exclaimed, the urgency in his voice clear as day.
“I’m not talking to you,” you said angrily.
“Please, I just need to explain myself,” Neville said desperately.
“I thought you already did?” you crossed your arms across your chest.
“Please I just need you to listen?” Neville rested his hands on your shoulders to try and get you to look at him. But you waved your hands frantically to get him away.
“Listen!” You said raising your eyebrows in a mocking way. “No, you listen! You’re a bad friend. You ignored me and basically pretended like I didn’t exist… when you could have just talked to me… like a normal person and explained yourself… You didn’t have to lie either.” You huffed your outburst. You could feel yourself become hot from all the anger inside you.
Neville looked ashamed. He slouched as his head hung low. His eyebrows furrowed and all this stress gave him a headache. His guilt was eating him from the inside.
A few people standing by the buffet table were able to hear everything. They cringed at where the conversation was headed and felt bad for whoever was on the other side of the curtain. But they couldn’t help but stay just to hear what was going to happen.
“You’ve been a really shitty friend” your voice was shaky and it was becoming rather difficult to speak with the pain in the back of your throat.
“Well, it’s been hard to be your friend recently.” Neville finally spoke. His voice was hoarse.
You wanted to scream at him. Neville had the audacity to say this to you after what he did to you. You couldn’t believe it. So you wanted to make him angry as well.
“Why? Because you’re too busy trying to get Luna to fall for you? Like that's working!”
Neville knew that you were angry and you were only trying to be mean but he still couldn’t believe that you thought this had anything to do with Luna. He was going to explode, he couldn’t believe how dense you were.
“I don't love Luna!” he practically shouted. “I never did.” his chest raised as his breathing quickened.
The people listening on the other side of the curtain rushed away as quickly as possible. The situation was getting awkward enough and they had heard enough.
“I can’t be your friend anymore…” Neville said on the verge of tears.
At this you froze and looked at him shocked, then your eyes started to water. He wasn’t making any sense to you.
“It’s too hard. I… I can't just be your friend anymore. I don’t want to be that. I’ve tried to be your friend and it just hurts.” Neville’s voice began to shake. He took a deep breath to try and control his emotions.
“I can’t be friends with you now that you’re with Terry. I can’t do that again.” Neville’s eyes were full of tears by then. “I won't… I won’t do that again.”
‘Again? What did he mean by again?’ you thought. A million questions were racing through your head.
“I don’t know what you’re talking ab…” you said before Neville cut you off.
“I’m in love with you.” Neville’s voice cracked and his lip quivered anxiously.
“What?” you said. The confession made you short circuit. You were slow to understand and couldn’t fully believe what he said. All emotion soon left your face as you stood there shocked.
“I’m really sorry if that’s weird for you to hear but I needed you to hear it. Probably not good timing I know that…I just… I just needed you to know… once” he spoke as tears fell from his eyes onto his cheeks.
You just stood there. Not a thought in your mind as you tried to process what he just said.
Neville began to worry. He didn’t know what you were thinking but he couldn’t help but think of the worst thing possible.
“Say something” Neville cried. “Please…”
All you could do was look at him with a blank face. The only thing distracting you was the sudden branch growing from the ceiling. The branch then sprouted white berries and then a red bow magically appeared and wrapped into a bow around it. Mistletoe.
Neville also noticed the plant growing above the two of you. He looked mortified once he realized what it was. Why did this have to happen at a time like this? Neville slowly started to back away. He was planning on getting out of there after you weren’t saying anything.
You gasped once everything caught up to you and you took action before Neville could runoff. You grabbed Neville's head and quickly brought him into a kiss and closed your eyes. You pushed your lips against his lips with as much force as you could muster.
Neville was shocked at first. Or maybe scared? He wasn’t sure but he definitely didn’t expect you to kiss him. He was completely confused. He thought you were with Terry.
Needing to catch your breath you broke the kiss. Neville could feel your breath against his lips and your thumb rubbing his tear-stained cheeks. It was the best feeling in the world, but he needed an explanation.
“I’m…” you gulped and looked him in the eyes. “I’m not with Terry. I never was. I was never even remotely interested in him.”
Neville didn’t realize he had brought his hands to hold your wrists. His heart began to beat faster as he listened to you.
“I’m in love with you. It's always been you,” you whispered onto his lips. You smiled up at him as tears fell onto your cheeks.
Neville began to cry as well. This was the first time he felt happy in a long time. He tilted his forehead onto yours. The two of you were smiling idiots. A chuckle fell from his lips. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Then for a while, you just stared into each other's eyes.
“Kiss me” you whispered.
Neville sucked in a sharp breath and licked his lips before leaning in to kiss you. This time the kiss was not so forced. It was gentle and loving. Neville had moved his hands from your wrist to the small of your back and held you close to him. The moment seemed to last forever. When he finally broke the kiss for some air he leaned his forehead against yours again. Then he started to laugh uncontrollably. You thought he had an adorable laugh.
“What’s so funny?” you asked curiously.
“It’s just that we were both too dumb to realize what was going on between us.” he laughed.
You laughed along with him. It was true after all. You were both so in love with each other that it made the both of you do stupid things. After this, you didn’t want to be away from Neville. You couldn’t bear to go to your dorm and be away from him after the party. Neville felt the same. He wanted you all to himself for the next few days. The love of his life was finally with him.
“Do you want to get out of here?” you whispered.
“Yeah” Neville nodded his head with a huge smile on his face.
You grabbed his hand in yours and pulled him with you. The two of you practically ran out of the party hand in hand. People stared confused and wondered where the two of you even came from. The people who had overheard your conversation earlier were confused and now wished they had stayed to listen. This is not what they expected at all. Luna, Ginny, and Dean all smirked at each other with an understanding look in their eye.
“It’s about bloody time” Dean raised his glass in a toast.
Neville and you ran through the corridor as fast as you could. Laughing could be heard whereever you and Neville went. You were holding your shoes in one hand and held Neville's hand in the other. Your dress flowed as you ran and it felt like a dream.
Neville had no idea where you were taking him but he couldn’t care less. He’d follow you anywhere.
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When you finally got to the right corridor you stopped and pulled him behind a space between the pillars and kissed him.
“Stay with me tonight,” you asked.
Neville’s face soften and his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “I…” He wanted to stay with you tonight but he wasn’t sure what you were asking of him.
“Just stay. We won’t do anything. I just want you to be with me.” you said in a soft voice.
Neville nodded his head. “Ok,” he whispered back. “But we can’t stay in each other’s dorms we’ll get caught.”
“We won’t stay in the dorms” you replied. “Come”
You grabbed his hand and led him to an empty wall. Then the Room of Requirement appeared but it was in the shape of a dorm room. You opened it up to reveal a one-bedroom dorm room complete with a few windows, a couch in front of a fireplace, a dresser full of extra blankets and pajamas, and its own bathroom. Once the two of you were inside you shut the door. Securing the Room of Requirement for your own use.
It was a bit awkward at first. You wanted to get ready for be and Neville insisted that you use the bathroom for as long as you wanted. You thanked him and went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. After you were done you opened the door and the steam from your shower escaped the bathroom. But when you looked around the room Neville wasn’t there. But there was another door that looked exactly like the bathroom door. Then Neville came out of the door holding his waiter suit and wearing baggy pajamas. Your heart began to flutter at his appearance. His baggy shirt looked adorable on him and his hair was still wet.
Neville noticed you staring and suddenly felt hot. His cheeks began to warm up at the sight of you in your baggy pajamas. He thought you looked cute.
“How did you do that?” you asked curiously now that you realized that there was a second bathroom.
“I don’t know. It just appeared” then his eyebrows furrowed as he thought. “Actually I was sitting here wishing I could get ready for bed too and then the door appeared.”
“Oh…” you said surprised.
Then you made your way to the couch. Neville put down his dirty clothes on the floor beside the dresser and made his way to the couch. He sat next to you but left a good distance between the two of you. But then you moved closer to him so that you were leaning on his chest. The action made Neville turn red. You could hear his heartbeat quicken and you couldn’t help but feel how fast your own heart was beating.
The two of you talked for a while and told each other everything. He was embarrassed to find out that you had found one of his poems in the Ravenclaw common room. But he was even more surprised to find out that you thought it was about Luna. He was also pleased to hear that you were trying to make him jealous by asking Terry to be your date to Slughorn’s Christmas party.
You were surprised to hear that Luna had been helping him to try and confess his feelings to you. But you were surprised to hear that she would willingly help him lie about being in Professor Slughorn’s Club by finding out when you would be attending meetings. But when Neville told you she decided to not help him anymore after a few times that sounded more like her.
Everything made sense now. The past few months were an emotional rollercoaster but for this outcome, you’d do it all over again.
At one point the two of you made your way to the bed. It took a while to convince Neville to get in bed with you and the entire time he kept a good distance away from you. Your eyelids became heavier by the second. Neville had already gone to sleep but his hand instinctively held yours. You held his hand tightly as you drifted off to sleep.
In the morning the two of you found yourselves tangled up together. You had Neville wrapped in a tight hug as he nestled his head in the crook of your neck. His legs were entangled in yours. If anyone saw the two of you like this they would get the wrong idea. However, you would get so many questions from all your friends especially Padma, Luna, and Ginny who were looking for you and Neville.
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Mistletoe Part 3
a/n: I'm actually liking this story. Two people who are obviously in love but can't see it themselves. It hurts to watch but I can't look away.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Word count: 4,022
Parings: Neville Longbottom x ravenclaw! reader
Warnings: some swearing, fluff, some angst I guess I'm not sure
Summary: It's your sixth year at Hogwarts and your friendship with Neville seems to become more and more complicated. You suspect that he is starting to have feelings for someone else and will only ever see you as a friend. It's not until Slughorn’s Christmas party that the truth is revealed.
Friday night rolled around and Slughorn's supper party seemed to be going well. That is until Professor Slughorn came around to question you about your personal life.
"So Y/N, I must ask who was your mentor in potions before you came to Hogwarts? I was looking at your records and it seems like you're been a natural since your 1st year?" Professor Slughorn asked with a mouthful of mashed potatoes.
"Oh… " you quickly grabbed your cup and drank the apple cider inside to wash down your mouthful of food. The apple cider caused you to burp a little louder than you expected. You covered your mouth flustered. "Excuse me."
You shook your head to push your embarrassment to the back of your mind and bring you back to the question. "I uh… I didn't have anyone teach me about potions before I came to Hogwarts sir."
"No… my goodness. Not even your parents?" Professor Slughorn inquired with a raised eyebrow.
At this Blaise who was sitting across from you snickered. However Professor Slughorn didn't seem to notice as he was more fascinated on how you became a master at potions.
"No sir, my parents are muggles."
"My dear, I would have never guessed." Professor Slughorn was astonished. "I dare say this year I might have more muggle-borns in my club than any other year. What an accomplishment indeed." Professor Slughorn's smile was wide and enthusiastic. He was obviously patting himself on the back.
You could suddenly feel the eyes of everyone at the table. They were clearly staring at you and Hermione. You wished you could go back 5 minutes ago when Professor Slughorn was still talking about his trip to the Netherlands.
You had wished Professor Slughorn hadn't assigned seats for this dinner. You would have rather sat next to Neville instead of Cormac, who was eyeing you ever so often whenever he wasn't staring at Hermione. Cormac annoyed you mostly as he was a bit of a snob and was constantly flirting with almost all the girls at Hogwarts. But he only ever seemed to date Griffendor girls so you didn't have to worry about being asked out by the dumb brute.
"I think it's cool that you're amazing at potions." Cormac whispered over to you. Professor Slughorn was in a conversation with another student so he couldn't hear Cormac.
You stared at him confused.
"I like it when a girl is smarter than me at something. It makes for a nice change." Cormac smirked.
"Wow… " your eyes widened at how big his ego really was. "Then it must happen all the time." You said smugly.
"Ok.. that hurt" the sarcasm in Cormac's voice was evident.
Neville stopped paying attention to Professor Slughorn when he overheard your voice becoming louder. He couldn't stop himself from hating Cormac. He knew you hated Cormac but he also knew that Cormac had a thing for you. Which Neville thought was odd considering he only ever dated Gryffindor girls.
He hadn't realized that he was glaring at Cormac until Hermione tapped his hand.
"Neville, are you ok?" She whispered concerned.
His eyes darted to Hermione and then at his plate of food. "Yeah…" He quickly put a spoon full of chicken and mashed potatoes in his mouth to pretend like nothing had happened.
Hermione felt sorry for him. Harry was in the same situation with Ginny. She looked over at you and Cormac. You honestly looked miserable.
"Don't worry she doesn't like him." Hermione whispered over to Neville. "She never has."
Neville looked at her worried. Now Hermione knew about his crush on you. Hermione would never tell you but he still felt embarrassed.
Hopefully dessert wouldn't be too bad but unfortunately Harry had to make things more awkward when Ginny walked in.
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After that Friday, it was just as Neville had predicted. A week later he received a letter saying that he didn't make the cut for the Slug club but was offered an opportunity to earn extra house points if he decided to help serve at further junctions. Apparently Professor Slughorn had talked to the heads of houses and they agreed to the arrangement.
"Aww seriously" Neville said annoyed. His eyebrows furrowed.
How was he going to tell you? You were so happy that he had finally done something useful for his future and he blew it.
He needed advice on what to do. Dean and Ginny were busy hanging out, probably on a date. Seamus was unusually moody and avoiding everyone ever since Dean started dating Ginny. So he went to the only person he trusted (or the only person that was available at the time).
Luna had asked to meet in the Ravenclaw common room so they could take some advice from books in the Ravenclaw library. Luna had assured Neville that you were out in a study group.
"Study group? With who?" Neville asked apprehensively, as he sat on the floor beside Luna. He put his backpack down next to him.
"Some of her Ravenclaw friends." Luna said nonchalantly as she started to grab a few books off the bottom shelf.
"I discovered something the other day." Luna announced as if she were speaking in front of a classroom. "This shelf is full of blank books. But if you grab one and think of a book that you would like to read then when you open the book, the pages are filled with that story."
Luna showed Neville how the bookshelf worked and opened a book with empty pages. Then when she reopened the book the pages were filled.
"That is severely cool." Neville said, astonished. He took the book in his hands and went to the title page. The cursive letters wrote: Pride and Prejudice
"What book is this?" Neville asked.
"It's by a muggle author and one of my favorite authors." Luna said.
"Ok, but how is it going to help me?" Neville asked suspiciously.
"To show you what happens when you don't tell someone how you truly feel." Luna stated plainly.
Neville just looked at her annoyed. "Luna, I just need help on what to do. I don't want Y/N to know that I didn't get into the Slug Club. Maybe we can make it seem like I'm in the Slug club without actually being in the Slug Club."
"You know, Neville, I think it will make you feel better if you tell people the truth and how you really feel instead of hiding them or trying to be someone you're not. And by people I mean Y/N." Luna said
"Ok but I've gotten nowhere by myself." Neville said sarcastically. "That's why I need help." Neville picked up a random book, "Emma? What kind of books are these?"
"Classic muggle literature featuring my favorite type of characters." Luna said happily.
"Which are?" Neville said, confused.
"Characters written by women of course." Luna said dreamily.
The next half hour was spent by Luna and Neville trying to come up with ideas on how to make it seem like Neville was still in the club. He ended up writing down a full page of notes in his diary private journal. Loose sheets of paper peaked out of the edges of Neville's journal.
Just as he was writing down his last bad idea he ran out of ink and went to look through his bag for ink. That's when he saw the letter from Professor Slughorn saying that he was rejected from the Slug Club. Then a brilliant idea hit him.
"Luna, do you think that Y/N will go to all of Professor Slughorn's meetings?"
"I don't think so. She's awfully busy these days." Luna said feeling sorry for you. She knew that your class schedule was packed.
"So that means she won't be able to attend every single meeting." Neville spoke to himself.
"Yes, you just asked that." Luna said, confused.
"I think I got it!" Neville said cheerfully. "Do you mind finding out for me when Y/N won't be able to attend meetings?" Neville asked.
"Sure but how will that help?" Luna asked.
"Because I can work at the meetings that Y/N won't be attending so then I can pretend like I'm actually attending the meeting as a member. This way I'll be able to know what happens during the meetings, making it look like I'm still a member." Neville's eyes were wide and wild.
"I don't like this side of you." Luna said, sighing and turning her head to read the book that was in her hands. "But I guess love makes you do crazy things."
"So you'll help me?" Neville worried Luna would change her mind.
Luna thought about it for a few seconds before replying. "As long as in the end you tell Y/N the truth and the whole truth." Luna reached her hand out for Neville to shake.
Neville eyed her hand cautiously. "Ok deal." He said after a few seconds and shook Luna's hand in agreement.
"I better go before Y/N shows up."
As Neville got up to leave he picked up his backpack. However, he didn't realize that he didn't put his journal back in his backpack so it fell open on the floor. As it fell the loose sheets of paper flew all around him.
"Shit!" Neville panicked.
He tried to grab as many sheets of paper before they fell but only managed to grab two pieces of paper while the rest fell on the floor. People began to stare and snicker as they saw him struggle.
"Shit! Shit!" Neville whispered, screamed.
Luna began to gather all the pieces of paper from the floor while Neville joined her. Luna skimmed through a few pages. Some were poems, letters, even drawings mostly of plants and animals but also you. Luna smiled down at the pages and returned them to Neville.
Neville looked stressed as he gathered the papers on the floor. If any one of these papers were discovered by someone then they would find out that he has a crush on you and probably tell you.
"Don't forget your diary" Luna said returning Neville's book.
"It's not…" Neville said embarrassed. But then Luna gave him a look that said 'it's a diary.'
"ok it is a diary" Neville said defeated.
After making sure that Neville got all of his personal belongings he made his way out of the Ravenclaw common room and Luna returned to reading her books.
However Neville and Luna hadn't checked under the bookshelf leaving a beautiful poem written about a girl, for someone to mistake as trash.
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As Neville exited the Ravenclaw common room he walked through the corridors lit by torchlight. It was late and the sun had already gone down. He was finally at ease on how he was going to avoid telling you how he didn't get into Slughorn’s Club. He couldn't disappoint you. You finally saw him as someone exceptional, someone important and he didn't want to ruin it.
Just as Neville was about to turn a corner he heard your voice. He heard your laughter and smiled to himself. Neville started to rush towards the sound of your voice so he could talk to you but then he heard another voice and stopped before he could turn the corner. Neville recognized that voice. Terry was with you. And the two of you were about to turn into the corridor that Neville was in, so Neville quickly hid behind a pillar.
"Thanks again Terry for helping me." You said, thankful for your friend's kindness. "You really saved me with that Transfiguration spell."
"Yeah… no problem. It was worth seeing you grow an extra ear." He chuckled.
You laughed along with him. "Oh Godric, that was embarrassing." You said rubbing your hand over your face and through your hair.
"You have to admit that it was pretty funny," Terry laughed some more.
"Ok it was kinda funny" you giggled.
"So I have Oreos in my dorm? Care to join me?" Terry asked. His voice deepened and his tone became more flirtatious.
"Mmh…" you pretend to think and tried to not physically cringe at Terry's invitation to his dorm. "Not tonight. I'm pretty tired." You yawned for effect.
"Ok" Terry shrugged his shoulders unphased. "Some other time then?"
"Uhh… yeah… I guess " you were unsure of what to say at first so you just decided to just say yes for now and let him leave you alone. You would have to make sure to invite other people later if he were to ask you again. "Yeah…" You said uncontrollably.
As you two made your way through another corridor. Neville just stared at the ground. He couldn't believe what he just heard. You told Terry yes. You didn't this time but you promised there would be a next time. Neville knew you loved Oreos too. You had offered him some during lunch multiple times.
'But why did Terry have Oreos in his dorm? Did he get them for you? Did you give him the Oreos? Have you two eaten Oreos in his dorm before? And when were you planning on eating Oreos in his dorm next time?' All these questions ran through Neville's mind.
He suddenly felt a weight on his chest and a pain in the back of his throat that made it difficult to breathe. The realization hit him that you liked Terry. He didn't feel like going back to his dorm room just then so he ran to the greenhouse as fast as he could.
Once in the greenhouse house Neville shut the glass doors and leaned up against them. He was heart broken and there was nothing he could do about it. He slowly sat down on the ground and brought his knees to his chest.
"But… but I love her." He sobbed into his arms.
'That's why you have to let her go.' A voice in the back of his head whispered.
And it was right. This had happened before and Neville stood by you as a supportive friend. It wasn't easy then and it seemed to be harder now. But Neville couldn't handle this heartbreak any more. He had to come to terms that you would only ever see him as your friend and nothing more. And he would have to stop seeing you and get over his crush on you if that were to ever happen.
Neville combed his hands through his hair to try and calm himself but he just ended up pulling at his own hair. He was becoming more and more angry with himself.
'Why do I keep doing this?' He thought. 'This is torture and it's not fair.'
He felt like he was going to explode and wanted to throw something. That's when he threw his backpack towards the table in front of him. As his backpack hit the foot of the table it fell to the floor with a bang. The flap of his bag was open, showing its contents.
There he saw his diary filled with all his hopes and dreams of what he thought would one day be true. He wanted nothing more than to burn it. Then with the urge to destroy, Neville rushed to his backpack, grabbed his diary, and he started ripping the pages out and throwing them everywhere.
He was done with the pain. He was done shoving his feelings for you out of his mind. He was done trying to be your friend and pretend it didn't hurt every time you told him that you cared about him. He was done…
Just then he came to a page with a picture taped to it. The picture was from 4th year and everyone was on a trip to Hogsmeade. In the picture Neville was standing there waving and smiling with his winter coat and earmuffs, then you came up behind him and jumped on his back for a piggyback ride. But Neville hadn't expected you to tackle him and slipped on some ice and fell. Neville ended up face down in the snow with you on top of him. You had sat straddling his back and got up. The both of you were laughing and you ended up helping Neville up.
He remembered this moment fondly. But it also brought back embarrassing memories of him walking back to Hogwarts funny because of the feeling of your legs wrapped around him.
Neville seemed to calm down at the memory. He wasn't as angry anymore but he did feel regret. He started organizing all the pages he had ripped out of his diary and tried to unwrinkle them. He didn't know why he was saving these but he knew one thing, he was still holding on to a little bit of hope.
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A couple of weeks had passed and you barely got to see Neville at all. You only got to see him in Herbology but he was oddly distant, never really paying attention to you. The less time you spent with him the more you noticed that Luna spent more time with Neville. You didn't think much of it until you heard what those girls said about a poem being found in a trash bin in the Ravenclaw common room. It was written by Neville, of course, and was meant for a certain Ravenclaw girl. It made sense now. They had spent the summer together and Neville seemed to be ignoring you to spend more time with her. The revelation hurt like nothing before so you stormed out of the common room.
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It was November now and it definitely felt like Neville was ignoring you. On too many occasions had you asked Neville during Herbology if he had planned on going to one of Professor Slughorn's meetings. He gave you the same answer every time: "I'm not sure."
And he always seemed to go to Slughorn's meetings whenever you couldn't. You never even told him when you couldn't make the meetings either. But it was too much of a coincidence for it to just be a coincidence.
He always insisted on telling you what had happened at the meetings too. You never really cared much what happened at these meetings but this seemed to be the only time Neville wanted to talk to you. You didn't mind though. You missed talking to Neville, so you cherish these small talks in Herbology. But, you started wondering if was intentionally avoiding you.
Your life had gotten so busy and you wondered why you ever decided to take so many classes. But on the bright side you were getting really good at magic. The best in Ravenclaw. You had even managed to master nonverbal spells, which only a few students had been able to master.
But the real reason you had been putting all your focus into your studies was because you didn't want to attend Professor Slughorn's club if you could avoid it. If Neville was really avoiding you, you thought you should give him some space (or ignore him too for hurting your feelings). It might have been petty but if Neville was avoiding you you were going to avoid him.
Since you had been so focused on your studies by the time December had rolled around you had hardly gone to any of Professor Slughorn's meetings. Professor Slughorn had pestered you enough times for it to become annoying. He'd always comment how your work in his potions class always excited his expectations every time and begged you to join his parties. Apparently professor Slughorn had been pestering other students to come to his gatherings.
And apparently other people had been bothering you to go to Professor Slughorn's meetings, like Terry. Terry had heard of all the surprise guests that had been showing up to these gatherings and he wanted to meet them. Ever since his favorite quidditch player showed up to one meeting, Terry has been begging you to convince Professor Slughorn to let him in his club or at least be your date to Professor Slughorn's Christmas party.
"Terry…" you said with a sigh. "I don't think I'm going to go." You said painfully. The two of you were currently sitting next to each other at a table in the library. You really didn't have anyone else to hang out with lately as Padma was always busy with her prefect duties and Neville was currently avoiding you.
"What! You have to! I heard the Weird Sisters were going to be there Y/N." Terry moved to sit in front of you so he could look you in the eyes 'very seriously'. "The Weird Sisters! Come on!"
"Didn't they play at our school already?" You asked sarcastically.
"Oh really, you're above them now." Terry mocked.
"Look, I just don't want to go." You said, a little annoyed. You pulled the book you were reading closer to you.
"Ugh!" Terry exaggerated his disappointment. He put his head on the table and reached his hands across the table to try and grab your own hands.
"Please please please please please" Terry sing-song his plea.
"I'll think about it." You said a little more nicely when he grabbed your hand.
"Thank you!" Terry looked up at you with a grin on his face. "I promise won't be bothering you any more once I convince Professor Slughorn to let me join his club." He took your hand that he was holding and shook it gratefully as he spoke.
"Yeah ok." You said, rolling your eyes and trying to suppress a laugh.
That's when Neville walked in the library and following behind him was Luna. A tinge of jealousy overcame you. Luna whispered something to Neville and then they both turned towards you. Your cheeks burned and you immediately turned back to your book. From the corner of your eye you could see Neville shove Luna towards a corner of the library. At that point rage filled your entire being.
'What the hell was that all about!' You thought. 'What the fuck did Luna say!'
You were so mad that you didn't realize that you were still holding Terry's hand and were squeezing it very tightly.
"Ow!" Terry said, suddenly pushing you out of your thoughts. "You ok." Terry looked at you worried. "I'm sorry if I pushed you too much in asking."
"What no… I'm sorry I just… I read something." You said trying to come up with an explanation.
Terry looked at you cautiously. You just looked around to find where Neville and Luna left off to but you couldn't find them.
'Great' you mentally face palmed yourself.
"Come with me." You said, getting up and pulling Terry by the arm.
"Woah!" Terry screeched as the two of you made your way out the library.
You needed to find a place where no one would be able to hear your conversation. You didn't want anyone (particularly someone) to know that you were going to be at Slughorn’s Christmas party. Then a broom closet appeared out of nowhere and you stuffed Terry inside. As soon as you entered the broom closet you shut it.
"I changed my mind." You spoke.
"What!?" Terry looked around confused. "Where are we?"
You ignored his question. "I want to go to Slughorn's Christmas party and I want you to be my date."
"Ok but why are we in a broom closet?" Terry was becoming more used to the idea however.
"Because you cannot tell anyone about it!" You said seriously. "I mean it."
"What!? Why not?"
"Because I want it to be a surprise when we show up together." You said coyly. "And I don't want people to know I'm going." You said more honestly.
"Ohh I see." Terry was too dumb to understand your plan but was happy to go along with it blindly.
"This conversation never happened." You said eying him up and down. "Pick me up at 6pm." Then you left the broom closet.
Unbeknownst to you, a horrified Neville and a pitiful Luna watched you and Terry leave the broom closet not many seconds apart.
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Mistletoe Part 2
a/n: Happy New Year Everyone!!! Wishing you all a wonderful year. I'm still processing 2020 and crying about it 😭 So I didn't get to post all the parts before the New Year, sorry for that. I hope you like it.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Word count: 3,321
Parings: Neville Longbottom x ravenclaw! reader
Warnings: some swearing, fluff, some angst I guess I'm not sure
Summary: It's your sixth year at Hogwarts and your friendship with Neville seems to become more and more complicated. You suspect that he is starting to have feelings for someone else and will only ever see you as a friend. It's not until Slughorn’s Christmas party that the truth is revealed.
The summer came and went and to your dismay your parents had made you get a summer job. You were happy to earn the money but you barely had any free time to spend at your leisure. You barely had any time to spend with your muggle siblings/friends.
You had to cancel on Neville multiple times. You apologized every time but you still felt guilty.
When the time came to go back to Hogwarts you decided to sit with your close friend Padma Patil and her twin sister Pavarti and her friend Lavender Brown. However you forgot that Padma was a prefect so you settled on sitting with Pavarti and Lavender.
Just before you got on the train however you ran into some of your other friends and fellow Ravenclaws: Anthony Goldstein, Michael Corner, and Terry Boot. You soon found out that Anthony would be with Padma doing prefect duties and Michael would be sitting with his girlfriend, Cho Chang. So you invited Terry to sit with you. It would be nice to have at least a friend to talk to you while you waited for Padma. You really needed her advice on your situation with Neville.
"Do you guys think Harry will tell us what happened back at the Ministry of Magic?" Lavender asked the group. She was reading the issue of the Daily Prophet revealing that Voldemort had returned.
You were busy loading your carry on bag into the overhead. "I doubt it. It didn't seem like he was going to speak of it in the hospital wing. I don't think he'll ever want to talk about it."
"You were with them?" Pavarti asked, surprised.
"Well not at the Ministry of Magic, just in the hospital wing when they came back." You said sitting down with a book in your hands.
"What!? What happened to them? Tell us everything!" Lavender was practically jumping out of her seat. Pavarti gleamed brightly at her and then turned to you to listen. Terry also seemed intrigued.
Neville had told you everything that had happened at the Department of Mysteries in his letters over the summer. However, you didn't want to tell them everything as you were absolutely positive that Harry would hate the extra attention. So you lied.
"I don't know what happened, no one told me anything."
Lavender and Pavarti looked very disappointed.
"I thought Neville would tell you everything?" Terry asked.
"Well he didn't." You said quickly dropping the subject.
"Well how did… Ron look? Was he hurt badly?" Lavender asked, suddenly shy.
"Ron?" Pavarti and you said at the same time.
Pavarti raised an eyebrow at Lavender. "Since when are you interested in Ron?"
"Well he's grown a lot taller this year." Lavender shrugged at Pavarti. "Well…?" She turned back to you.
You couldn't believe it. Lavender was crushing on Ron. "Ron was… I don't know, averagely hurt. He has scars now from that brain thing that attacked him." You didn't really know how to describe Ron at all.
"Scars from a brain?" Pavarti asked.
"I thought you said you didn't know what happened at the Ministry of Magic." Terry raised an accusing eyebrow at you.
"I don't." You said quickly. You had let that information slip. "Madame Pomfree told me."
"Hhm" Pavarti huffed.
"Scars," Lavender said, biting her lip.
You just rolled your eyes and looked over to Terry to hopefully talk about a different subject. At this Pavarti and Lavender began their own conversation.
"So Terry, how was your summer?"
"To be honest, not great. With everything that's going on my parents didn't let me out of the house." Terry said annoyed.
"Oh…" you said quietly thinking about your own security now.
"I was bored out of my mind spending my days in my room with nothing to do." He said. "What about you?"
"Well I didn't tell my parents about what happened so I got a summer job." You said sheepishly.
"Blimey Y/N do you know how dangerous that is for a muggle born?" His eyes were practically jumping from their sockets.
"Well it's not like I make it known that I'm a witch when I'm home." You said defensively.
"It's not that." He looked over at Lavender and Pavarti to make sure they wouldn't hear. "I know you're lying about not knowing what happened."
You looked down embarrassed.
"And your friends with Harry." Terry said quietly.
"I'm an acquaintance of Harry." You corrected Terry.
"It doesn't matter. You hang out with him and Neville enough to be put in danger." Terry exhaled. "Bloody hell, Y/N you need to be careful."
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"So what did Professor Slughorn want? Odd name isn't it? Sounds like some sort of creature." Luna asked Neville as they got off the Hogwarts express.
"Something about a Slug Club. But I'm not sure if I'll be asked to attend." Neville said warily.
"Slug club?" Luna said with interest. "A club where you get to study slugs. I'd like to join."
"No, it's Professor Slughorn’s name. It's his club…" Neville's voice trailed off as he saw you get off the train with Terry Boot. You two seemed to be lost in conversation.
'When did you start seeing Terry Boot?' He thought to himself angrily. 'And why is he holding your bag?'
Terry was holding your backpack along with his own. A tinge of jealousy hit Neville like a ton of bricks as he saw the frog keychain attached to your backpack that he got you for your birthday three years prior.
He saw how you got your muggle camera out of your bag and took a picture of Padma, Pavarti, Lavender, Anthony, and Terry. He wanted to go up to you but didn't want to ruin the moment you were having with your friends. He saw you and your group getting into a carriage to take you to Hogwarts. He saw how Terry not so discreetly checked out your ass as he helped you into the carriage as well.
His eyebrows furrowed with envy and hate.
"Neville are you alright?" Luna asked beside him. "You've been staring at Y/N for about 10 minutes. And she's already gone."
"I'm fine" Neville said absent mindedly.
Luna gave him a pitiful smile. "Are you going to tell her?"
Neville turned to look at Luna. He had spent a lot of time with Luna that summer and told her about his crush on you. However, Luna had already known about Neville's secret. She said it was something about the way he looked at you that gave it away.
"No…" Neville said disappointed.
During the summer Neville realized that if he ever told you he could ruin his friendship with you. He didn't want things to become weird between the two of you. And he would rather have you in his life as his friend than not at all.
"Well I think you should do otherwise," Luna said with a sigh, "but the decision is up to you."
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In the Great Hall, Neville sat at the Griffendor table and watched you talk with your friends at the Ravenclaw table. Luna sat beside you and the two of you talked quietly. Neville knew that Luna would never say anything to you but he also knew that Luna had a tendency to be blunt and honest which often led her to tell people things they weren't supposed to know.
After dinner Neville went to look for you. He was excited to finally talk to you after being away from you for an entire summer. As he walked through the crowd of students going to their dorms, he spotted you still by the Ravenclaw table. But then as he appeared the spot where you had been standing just a second ago you were gone.
Neville felt slightly embarrassed to be standing there alone but then he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and was immediately wrapped in a hug.
"Neville! It's so great to see you!" You laughed in his ear.
Neville instantly felt at home in your arms. He returned your hug and wrapped his arms around you a little too tightly but you didn't mind. He secretly inhaled your scent as you hugged. "It's good to see you too!" He laughed.
You both released each other from the embrace and stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds. When it soon became awkward for the two of you, you decided to break the silence.
"So… How are you? How was your summer?" You asked with genuine interest. You also led him out of the Great Hall and the two of you walked beside each other.
"Oh well there's not really much to tell, I guess." Neville said honestly. He noticed that you looked a little disappointed in his answer and tried to remember what interesting thing he did that summer. "I mean I did spend most of my time in Gran's garden. I got some new plants my uncle sent me. They're growing into real beauties. I have pictures I can show you."
"Aww I wish I could have been there to help you plant them." You said, a little ashamed.
"Don't be. I know you had your summer job. You were busy." Neville said reassuringly. "It's Ok though. I got to hang out with Luna and Ginny over the summer."
"That's good to hear." You sighed in relief. You were glad to hear that Neville got to spend time with some friends. You never liked that he was always cooped up in his house with his grandmother as his only company.
"Did you guys get into any big trouble?" You giggled.
"No, just the usual amount of trouble." Neville said with a smirk. "I have to admit that Ginny made me ride her broom. I haven't ridden a broom since first year. I hate flying!"
At this the two of you burst out laughing. You knew how much Neville hated flying because his first experience on a broom he broke his wrist. A couple of lingering students watched the two of you and wondered if you guys were a couple or not.
"Aww, I wish I could have seen that" you chuckled.
"That's not the best part." Neville could hardly contain his own laughter now. "I actually managed to break my ankle this time."
"Are you serious! Now I really wish I could have been there." Your stomach began to ache from all the movement and you began to tear up.
"Well it sounds like you had a lot of fun this summer." You said, happy for him.
"How about you?" Neville asked curiously.
"Eh… just like you said. I spent most of my time working. And when I wasn't, I was either home with my family or out with my siblings/friends. You know, now that I think about it I had a lot of fun with my siblings/friends. We went to see a movie in the theaters. I hadn't been to the movie theater in a long time. I almost forgot what it was like." You reminisced about the small moment with your loved ones.
"Movie theater?" Neville asked curiously. He sometimes forgot that you were a muggle born and had a completely different life outside of Hogwarts. He secretly hoped that he would one day be a part of both of your worlds one day.
"Mmm… it's easier to explain if I took you to one sometime." You said. Hopefully he wouldn't notice the shakiness of your voice.
"Yeah" he nodded his head eagerly. "That sounds great! I'd love to."
That's when you two ended up in the cross road to each other's respective houses. You didn't want to stop talking to Neville. But you also didn't want him to stay past curfew. Plus you didn't know if he wanted to stay and talk with you. Little did you know that he wanted nothing more than to stay here and talk to you forever.
"Cool" You said looking at the ground.
"Cool" He replied in a quiet voice.
"Uh… I'll see you later?" You asked.
"Yeah… bye" He said, waving goodbye.
Neville watched you leave until you turned a corner and were out of sight.
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You rushed up the stairs to the dorms. But instead of going to your dorm you went to Padma's dorm. Unlike you, she didn't share a room with others. One of the many perks of being a Prefect.
Once you approached her door you knocked on it three times.
"Padma, it's me. It's Y/N."
You heard the sound of Padma's footsteps on wood and then the door opened.
"Hey!" Padma said, welcoming. "Come in."
As you walked in, you could see that Padma was still unpacking. Her clothes were spread out everywhere and her walls were scarcely covered with moving pictures of her friends and family.
You had just realized then that you hadn't unpacked any of your belongings yet and would most likely take all night to get settled in. But now was not the time to think about that. Now was a time to catch up.
"So how was your summer Padma?" You asked, helping her finish decorate her walls. You were currently taping a few paper butterflies to Padma's wall.
"I have so much to tell you." Padma said excitedly. She quickly grabbed her suitcase and opened a small pocket. Padma took out a pile of pictures.
"Are those pictures of your trip to Brazil!" You squealed.
"Yes!"
"Ahh! Let me see! Let me see!" You said reaching for the photos.
Padma gladly gave them to you.
You took the photos in your hand and spread them out on her bed.
"Wow!" You said in astonishment. "It's so pretty over there."
Padma had taken pictures of the tropical environment and her family. Padma and Pavarti were mostly pictured together. Padma told you all about her trip and what an amazing time she had with her family. She had plenty of funny stories, especially of her and Pavarti. Apparently they were terrified to go scuba diving. Even though the water was clear it was the sea creatures that scared them.
Padma and you caught up on what had happened over the summer. Padma had confided in you that she was a little skeptical about going to Brazil at a time like this but she had a feeling it was because her parents thought it would be safer if they left the country until their daughters were safe at Hogwarts again. You told her about your summer job. Padma had scolded you just like Terry had on the Train.
"Y/N people are disappearing, how did your parents allow you to go out?"
"Well…" you said uncontrollably. "I didn't tell them what happened last year."
"Y/N!" Padma yelled. "Why didn't you!?"
"I knew they wouldn't let me out of the house" You said truthfully. "And I wanted to be able to go out and visit friends, you know."
You looked down at your hands as you fidgeted your fingers together.
"Well I know a friend you would have liked to visit." Padma said, raising an eyebrow. "And it wasn't me. Which hurts a lot by the way." Padma said giggling. You laughed along with her.
"So are you going to tell him?" Padma asked, her voice filled with interest.
"I'm waiting for the right moment. Don't really want to ruin a friendship unless I have to." You smirked.
Padma rolled her eyes at you as she taped photos from her summer vacation on the wall.
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"Do you guys know anything about a Slug club?" You asked the group.
You were currently sitting underneath a tree in the court yard with Neville, Luna, Ginny, Dean, and Padma.
"Slug Club?" Padma questioned, a hint of disgust in her voice. "Sounds horrible" she shivered imagining the slimy little creatures.
"You mean Professor Slughorn’s club?" Ginny inquired. "Yeah I was invited to a supper party on Friday. Why do you ask?"
"Oh perfect, I was invited too and I wasn't sure who would be there." You responded.
"Wait, how did you get invited?" Padma asked. "I want to be part of the Slug Club."
"Well unless you're connected to someone powerful or if he thinks that you're going to be exceptionally important in the future then you're pretty much out of his range of vision." Neville piped up.
That's when everyone stared at him. He had been quiet for almost half an hour before. His cheeks had turned bright pink then. "I mean… I was invited too but I don't think I'll be invited next time." He tried to explain.
Padma looked offended by his comment and turned to glare at you playfully. It was as if she was saying 'Really this is the guy that you have it bad for.' You just have her a cheeky smile in return.
"I still think he's secretly studying slugs. He might be making a slug soup for supper and having you all taste it." Luna said absentmindedly.
Ginny giggled at Luna's antics.
"Of course you do Luna" Dean said, letting out a laugh.
When the time came to pack your bags and head to class you walked with Neville to the green house for Herbology. Fortunately for you Padma was not taking Herbology.
"Why didn't you tell me you got into the Slug Club?" You asked Neville, excitement filling your voice.
"Because I didn't think I'd make it this far in the club. This is his second meeting I've been to but I think he's pretty much done with me." Neville admitted.
"What do you mean? He has to like you. I haven't even been to one meeting. But I guess he's impressed with me in Potions." You couldn't help but smile at Neville. You were finally going to be able to spend time together.
"Plus he thinks you're going to do great things in the future. It means we're on the right track, right? I mean you said it yourself. He only invites students to join his club who he thinks will be exceptionally important one day." You said hoping to boost his confidence. "And I know you will be exceptionally important one day. I just have a feeling."
Suddenly Neville felt hot and sweaty. His palms began to clam up and he hoped that there wouldn't be any armpit stains on his dress shirt later. He couldn't handle this kind of pressure. He didn't want to disappoint you when the inevitable of him being kicked out of the Slug Club would come to fruition. And of course Professor Slughorn would ask you to join his club. You were talented at Potions, a freaking genius. At least that's what he thought.
You noticed his agitated state and tried to cheer him up. "Look it doesn't really matter what he thinks? But I think you're going to be great. And if you don't get in then I probably won't get in either."
"Y/N you're amazing at Potions. He'd be mad not to ask you to join his club. I just think he's got me mixed up with someone else." Neville gave you a weak smile.
"Well if you don't get in. I'll stop going too." You said triumphantly.
At this Neville felt even more terrible because he knew you were telling the truth. You were always a loyal friend and thought highly of your loved ones. But he also knew that Professor Slughorn was connected to powerful people and he knew that the likelihood of you staying in the club would help you excel in whatever you decide to do after school. Especially because muggle-borns had a more difficult time making connections because of the close minded mentality of many old wizards. He couldn't jeopardize your future.
All Neville could do was smile weakly at you as the two of you entered the greenhouse.
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Mistletoe Part 1
a/n: It's me again 😊 I really wanted to post this before Christmas but that didn't happen. Anyway I at least wanted to post one more story before the end of the year. I'm still working on it but I want to try and post all parts before the New Year. This story is not my best work but eh. I'm also thinking about changing the title. Any suggestions? Btw this was literally a sort of self insert bc I'm a ravenclaw and y/n 😌 (but aren't we all y/n)
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Word count: 2,469
Parings: Neville Longbottom x ravenclaw! reader
Warnings: some swearing, other than that just pure fluff
Summary: It's your sixth year at Hogwarts and your friendship with Neville seems to become more and more complicated. You suspect that he is starting to have feelings for someone else and will only ever see you as a friend. It's not until Slughorn’s Christmas party that the truth is revealed.
For some reason your 6th year at Hogwarts seemed to be the year for newfound romances, love triangles, and ever horny teenagers, despite the looming threat of Voldemort's return. Couples seemed to form rapidly before your eyes and you didn't understand half of them or where they came from but you enjoyed the drama nonetheless. It was like watching your own personal soap opera. However, you were not excluded from the whole drama either. Unfortunately, things between you and your crush, Neville Longbottom, had not moved anywhere as far as friendship. Worst of all you had overheard from a few of your dorm mates talking about a poem that was left in the trash bin in the Ravenclaw common room written by Neville. It was a romantic poem and was intended obviously for a certain ravenclaw girl (which you were sure wasn't you). Your heart shattered at the news.
'Of course he loves her. Why wouldn't he?' You thought as you left the Ravenclaw common room. You couldn't stand the gossip that was being shared any longer.
You wanted to leave somewhere, anywhere. You just wanted to be alone with your thoughts. An unfamiliar green-eyed monster unleashed itself in you. You hated this feeling.
'Why her?... I mean I know why but still…' your anger towards the blonde girl was burning hot.
You ran up the astronomy tower as quickly as you could, looking back to make sure that no one would follow. As you reached the top you made your way to the balcony and sat on the floor leaning your back against the wall. You felt like screaming but knew if you did the whole school would hear you. You dared not cry either. You thought that there should be no reason for you to cry. You should be happy for your friends in love.
You didn't want to be mad at Luna, but you couldn't help from wishing you never met her. You had suspected that Neville liked Luna for a while now. It was completely obvious. They were close friends and you often saw them together laughing or just enjoying each other's company. However, he saw her as more than a friend. A single tear escaped your eyes and you wiped it away quickly. You got up to walk around and calm yourself before more angry tears fell from your eyes. Once you were sure you wouldn't cry you returned to your spot on the floor. The year had barely begun and you knew you would hate every second of it.
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You had only realized you were in love with Neville the year before. Having spent most of your time together during class and in Dumbledore's Army.
This year, however, you only shared three classes with Neville; Herbology, Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Neville was not taking Potions, Transfiguration, or Astronomy (which were your other classes). Despite taking the same three subjects as Neville, you only shared one class with the Griffendor boy, so you only ever saw him a few times a week. This year the sixth year Ravenclaws and Griffendors shared Herbology together. For Charms the Ravenclaws were stuck with the Slytherins. And for Defense Against the Dark Arts the Ravenclaws were paired with the Hufflepuffs. You were rather disappointed as the previous year you had almost the exact same timetable as Neville and you would always partner with him every chance you got, even during DA meetings.
The real reason the two of you got closer was because of the DA meetings. Sure you two had been friends since your 1st year but you had never really got the chance to spend time alone together. The two of you would secretly meet by the black lake to practice spells. It was difficult at times to go out without Umbridge knowing but you managed. It was there where your friendship with him began to grow stronger. He finally told you about his parents at the black lake and you told him things you had never told anyone.
And when Neville and you ended up mixed in with Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna at the end of the year in Umbridge's office accused of knowing where Dumbledore went, you only realized then how much Neville really meant to you. After Harry and Hermione left to show Umbridge 'Dumbledore's Secret Weapon', you and the rest of the gang used force and once you had your hand on a wand, you used every jinx in your arsenal to get rid of the slytherins. Once free you had volunteered yourself to stay while the others go and catch up with Harry and Hermione, someone had to tell Snape to warn the Order.
When Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, and Neville didn't return for what felt like hours you began to worry. You waited patiently in professor Snape's office while he went off to warn the Order of the Phoenix. They could all be in real danger and it would be your fault because you didn't go with them. They needed all the help they could get and you bailed on them. You couldn't bear to live with yourself if anything happened to them, especially Neville.
When you heard the news that they had returned and were being taken care of by Madam Pomfrey, you rushed without a second thought to the hospital wing. You burst open the door to the hospital wing practically in tears. You had hugged the first person in the bed closest to you, which happened to be Ron. He was still a little loopy from the jinx he was hit with at the Department of Mysteries and was blushing madly.
"So you do care." Ron said flirtatiously.
"Of course I care." You said your voice breaking and headed over to the next person to hug, which was Ginny, and you even gave her a kiss on the head. Ginny reluctantly accepted the coddling as she was very tired.
"I thought you were captured or worse!" You said crying now. You hugged Luna next and kissed the top of her head. "My dear friend Luna."
Next you had rushed over to Neville's side. "Neville you're bleeding!" You gave him the biggest hug out of all of them and kissed his temple.
"I'm fine Y/N." Neville croaked with a blush on his face. He was glad the dried blood on his face masked his blush.
"How come you all got a kiss?" Ron asked Luna.
Luna just giggled at Ron in response.
"No you're not! None of you are!" Your voice cracked.
You walked over to Hermione who was being taken care of by Madam Pomfrey. You took Hermione's unconscious hand and held it.
"Madam Pomfrey, is there anything I… " you said tearfully.
"Yes, do you mind grabbing that wash cloth and cleaning the blood off Neville."
You immediately grabbed a washcloth and filled a bowl with water and went to Neville's bedside.
He laid down on his bed, eyes drifting. You dipped the wash cloth in the bowl and ringed out the rest of the water. Carefully you dabbed away the dried blood on Neville's face, dabbing lightly around his broken nose so as to not hurt him.
Neville looked up at you. He could tell that you felt guilty about not going but he was glad you were here safe.
"This isn't your fault." Neville said in a hoarse voice.
"If I had just got to Snape on time and went back to help you... " You whispered to Neville but he cut you off.
"Then you would have ended up just like us."
You ignored him, instead putting all your focus on cleaning the blood from his face. His eyes were closed from exhaustion and his lips twitched every time you got near his nose. Bruises had formed under his eyes and around his nose. He was in horrible pain but you knew he did not want to make a huge fuss over himself considering Hermione, Ron, and Ginny, seemed to be in worse conditions than himself.
After staying up all night helping Madam Pomfrey heal everyone, you sat on a chair between Neville's and Ginny's beds. Everyone was asleep but you couldn't sleep. You were frightened at what all this meant. You didn't have time to ask any questions. All you could focus on before was making sure everyone was healed. You had so many questions to ask. You wanted to know what had happened to Harry's godfather, Sirius, and where Harry was and what had happened that they all came back in shambles. Then as if luck was finally on your side an owl came through one of the open windows and dropped that day's newspaper and flew out the same window. The paper was for Madam Pomfrey but you couldn't care less. You immediately rushed to the newspaper on the floor and grabbed it.
On the front cover of the Daily Prophet read the big letters: HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED RETURNS
Your stomach dropped to the pit of your stomach.
'They finally admit it.' You thought. 'But why?'
After reading the article you found out that your friends had a meeting with Voldemort and some Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries. You already knew that Voldemort was back, having believed Harry when he returned with Cedric's body in the third task of the Triwizard Tournament the previous year. Of course you believed Harry, you had to. Being a muggle born, you knew this was no joking matter. And knowing Harry's past and the revelation that professor Moody was in fact a death eater in disguise, it all made sense. And now the rest of the wizarding world had finally caught up. The bigoted monster had returned.
You looked up from the newspaper to glance at Neville's sleeping form. A terrible thought had occurred to you. Neville could have been killed last night. Then you looked at Ginny lying in the bed next to him and then at Ron and then Hermione and Luna. They all could have died. The severity of the situation had just dawned on you then. This meant something big was coming. Something bad.
Suddenly you were frozen and you felt cold. Your bottom lip was stuck open and you felt the pounding of your heart in your chest and ears. Your left hand shook from fear and a single tear left your eye. You were in shock.
Quietly you placed the newspaper on Hermione's bed and left the hospital wing. Once the door to the hospital wing was closed your breathing quickened and you felt a hitch in the back of your throat. You were scared. You had no idea what was coming but your instincts told you it would change everything.
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After that incident you became more friendly with Neville. You'd give any excuse to touch his shoulder or forearms. If he had something in his hair you would immediately reach up and brush your fingers through his brown locks. He seemed to not think much of your physical affection towards him but deep down he was exploding with excitement.
You made every excuse to spend time with him, despite it being the end of the year. You decided that you would tell Neville how you felt the following year. Right now you were happy to just have him in your life.
When the time came to say goodbye at King's Cross Station you gave him one last hug.
"Goodbye Neville." You gave him a kiss on the cheek before releasing him from your embrace. The lip color you had worn left a lip stain on his cheek. "Have a great summer." You said smiling at him.
Neville's cheeks burned hot from your kiss.
"Oh… thanks…" It took Neville great courage just to say those few words.
After a few seconds he collected himself. "Stay safe Y/N. And have a great summer too." He smiled at you.
You picked up your bags and made your way to look for your family but before you were out of sight Neville called out to you.
"Hey Y/N!"
You turned around and saw Neville rush towards you.
"Oh did I forget something?" You asked and made sure you had all your bags on you.
"Uh no. I just… " his throat suddenly became dry and he swallowed. "I just thought maybe we could meet up sometime over the summer? Just to hang out?"
You could see how nervous he was just by the look on his face. You let out a breathy laugh and looked down at your feet. Hopefully he wouldn't notice the blush on your cheeks. You looked up at him and nodded a yes.
"That sounds great."
"Cool!" His face lit up immediately.
That's when his grandmother called him. "Neville, we're going to be late!"
He looked back at his grandmother and then at you. You gave him an understanding look.
"I should go" He said, turning and taking a step before awkwardly turning back towards you. He seemed as if was going to go back to you. Tell you something or do something. You gave him a confused look and then he stopped.
"I… uhh bye" He said, giving you a small wave. Then he rushed back to his grandmother.
As he left you saw that he had tripped over a raised tile and caught himself before falling. You smiled to yourself at how adorable he was. You could watch him until he left but you had to find your family. And so you left thinking about the lip stain on Neville's cheek.
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"Hurry up Neville, your parents are waiting." Augusta said impatiently.
"Sorry," Neville said hastily.
He quickly grabbed his bags and walked alongside his grandmother.
"I know you'll miss your friends but you've spent all year with them. They'll see you again next year." She said in a matter of fact tone.
As they walked, Augusta turned to look at Neville wondering why he was so quiet. Then she saw a lip stain on his cheek and raised an eyebrow.
"You know Neville, if your relationship with that girl you were just talking to gets serious I would like to meet her."
Neville just looked at her wide eyed and embarrassed. "Gran, we're not together. She's just a friend."
Neville looked back to make sure you were no ware to be seen.
"I beg to differ." Augusta huffed. "Do friends nowadays leave kiss marks on each other?" She smirked.
"What!?" Neville stopped in his tracks and wiped the cheek you kissed. Your lipstick had now transferred onto his hand. His face now turned a bright red as he tried to hide his face from his grandmother. He wished he would drop dead right then.
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The Wrong Version Part 4
a/n: Final part!!! I cut the last part in two. This second half is all smut so if you are fine with the part 3 ending you can skip this part. I probably won't be posting for a while after this but definitely writing something.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Word count: 6,172
Pairings: Neville Longbottom x dom!reader
Warnings: fluff! that turns into smut!, Innuendoes, sub!Neville, dom!reader, soft!dom, shy!Neville, face sitting, edging
Summary: Neville had finally gotten the courage to tell you how he feels with a little help from his friends. He has written everything he has ever wanted to tell you in the form of a letter. What happens when the real letter gets mixed up with a more provocative letter that you were never meant to see?
Neville's cheeks were now a deep red and he shrugged into his shoulders in embarrassment. He let out a nervous chuckle while scratching the back of his neck. His laugh quickly turned into a coughing fit which he tried to calm down and quickly looked down at the floor. "I…" he swallowed hard. "I'm really sorry about that letter."
"I don't mind the letter." You giggled. "Well aren't you going to ask me?"
He was shocked to hear your words and turned his head to meet your face. Your pupils had dilated since just a few seconds ago and the smirk on your face made him nervous. "I… um…" he bit his lips closed, afraid to say anything else. His arms stiffened around you as your lips seemed to get closer to his again. He definitely wanted to eat you out more than anything. He wanted to so badly that his brain turned to mush just thinking about it. But he had never actually done anything like this before and was completely nervous he might mess up his first time.
"It's Ok, you don't have to say it." You said, now placing soft kisses on his jaw. "For now at least… Just tell me if you want me to stop." Your mouth trailed wet kisses as you made your way to his neck.
Although Neville was taken back by your motives, he didn't stop you. The feeling of you kissing his neck sent butterflies straight to his stomach. He couldn't help but let out a quiet groan as you found a very tender spot on his neck. He tilted his head back further to allow you more access to his neck. Your hands moved to the hem of his sweater vest and shirt and you slipped your hands under them to touch his skin. You soothed your hands on his lower abdomen which caused goosebumps to form where you touched him.
Neville sighed into your ear and his hands moved down to your hips. He held your hips with a tight grip and moved them further away from his hips. He was already feeling overwhelmed just with your lips but the feeling of your hands on him was sending his mind to places only thought of in dreams. The blood rushing to his lower regions was not helping his situation either.
You grabbed onto the hem of his sweater vest and pulled it up. When you pulled his vest half way off of him he took the hem from your hands and pulled it off of himself and tossed it to the side, while you quickly took off your own cardigan. His button up and your shirt were now the only things blocking you from the skin contact you so desperately craved. You kissed passionately as his hands rested back on your hips but he didn't seem to make any attempts to pull your top off. However you played with the collar of his dress shirt and unbuttoned the first button. With one last peck on his lips you broke the kiss.
"Is this ok?" You asked as you toyed with the second button, indicating that you wanted to take it off.
"I… " his voice got caught in his throat, too shy to say how desperate he was for you to undress him. He furiously shook his head yes.
"I need to hear you say yes." You whispered into his ear.
He became more flustered as you demanded he speak. Admittedly he was more turned on than anything. "Yes… please." He muttered into your neck in a strained voice.
His pleas sent your arousal into a frenzy. You crashed your lips harshly against his. The aggressive kiss surprised Neville, making him let out a desperate groan. You began unbuttoning his shirt and discarded it into the pile of clothes that was being formed on the floor. The heaving of his chest became more prominent as you explored his exposed skin. You eventually rested one hand above his heart and the other on his stomach. He was unsurprisingly soft and your fingers seemed to dance across his body as they traced little circles wherever they touched. You felt him suck in his stomach and retreat from your touch a little, whether unconsciously or not.
He was slightly embarrassed now that he was shirtless. He didn't know how you would react and feared that you wouldn't find him attractive and take back everything you said. The way you inspected his body with your hands and explored around made him tense. You were gentle and teasing him with every circle you traced onto his skin. It was like fire burning hot wherever you touched. However, no one had ever touched his body in this way before, let alone let anyone see him shirtless (besides his roommates whenever he changed). He knew he was not the most muscular nor the most lean, and was positive that he was not the most handsome guy you have ever been with.
You, however, could not get enough of him under the pads of your fingertips. You wanted nothing more than to have him stripped down to nothing and feel everything just to see him squirm from pleasure. Kissing your way to his ear you sucked on his earlobe before speaking.
"You're perfect Nev." You breathed. You could feel his pulse quicken as you kissed his neck and a low mewl escaped his lips. You could tell he was trying to suppress his moans. You would have to fix that later.
"My turn." You said simply. You stepped back and started unbuttoning your own top. He stared intently at your hands as they moved ever so slowly down your shirt. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered faster with every button that was undone. However, Neville's embarrassment was much more noticeable as his face was crimson red. As soon as you took off the blouse he audibly took a sharp breath and held it in. He looked up afraid to look at your body. However in his peripheral vision he could see your periwinkle colored bra holding your breast just right. The tightness of his pants became more noticeable and he hadn't even got a good look at you yet.
"Neville you can look, it's ok." She smiled sheepishly up at him.
"Oh…" he gulped, wondering if his mouth had always been this dry. "Right." A nervous laugh escaped his lips. His hands were twitching so violently at his sides he had to hold onto your nightstand tightly so they wouldn't move as much. His breathing became erratic the more he looked down to see you. When he finally saw your breasts sitting neatly in your bra, he was awestruck. A dopey smile crept up on his lips. He couldn't help but chuckle a little out of pure joy.
"Wow…" he said in a breathy voice. "You're beautiful."
He realized his response might have been a little shallow. "Not that I don't think you're beautiful on a regular day. With your clothes on I mean. You do look beautiful with your clothes on. Maybe more beautiful." He said holding his hands up in defense hoping you didn't find his comment offensive. "Not that I don't think you don't look beautiful without your clothes because you do look beautiful without your clothes. With or without clothes I think you're beautiful. You always look beautiful." His face returned to that nervous expression.
His rambling made you giggle. He was unbelievably adorable when flustered, you couldn't deny that. You stepped closer to him and he placed his hands on your hips while you wrapped your arms around his middle.
"Thank you Neville." You giggled, kissing his nose to calm him down. "These pants are getting a bit tight aren't they?" You said hooking a finger through one of his pants belt loops and pulling his hips towards you. The devilishly smile on your face made his insides turn.
"Can I?"
He swallowed hard and a shiver went down his spine. He was all too desperate for you to have your way with him but was suddenly struck with the realization that this was not your first time. The events that had led to this moment finally caught up to him. In a panic he froze.
"I've… I've never actually done anything like this," he said in a soft whisper. He stiffened at the sudden realization that he had just confessed that he was still a virgin. He hoped his confession didn't ruin the moment as he really wanted to continue.
Your expression softened at his words. You took your hands off his waist and placed them on either side of his face while also leaving some space between the two of you.
"Neville, that's ok." You reached up to comb his hair out of his face with your fingers. "We don't have to. I might have gotten carried away with your letter." You turned away, flushed, deciding to look at the ground. It was your turn to be embarrassed at how you practically tricked him into coming to your dorm and tearing his clothes off.
He let out a laugh and smiled at your sudden shyness. Then he pulled your hips closer to his and the shyness that had overtaken him the entire time returned.
"I… still want to." He said in a quiet voice. "If you want to, of course." He added.
You smiled coyly at him and kissed his cheek. "Of course." You whispered in his ear.
You placed your hand back on his waist and played with the waistband of his pants indicating you wanted to take his pants off. "Do you want me to…?"
"Yes!" Neville turned his head to the side flustered. He didn't mean to sound so eager by answering so quickly.
You bit your lip to hold back a smile. You thought he was too adorable. You kissed his cheek that was turned to you before you started unbuttoning his pants and pulled down his zipper. He stood up from sitting on your night stand and started pulling down his pants until they were at his ankles. He had forgotten to take his shoes off so he bent down to untie them and take them off along with his socks. As he knelt in front of you, you also began to take off your own shoes and stocks. You also began to take off your underwear leaving you in your skirt and bra. He was definitely rushing now when he saw your underwear on the floor. He stood up tossing his shoes and pants to the side. He started to cover the front of his underwear when he realized how noticeable his erection was.
Then you held out your hand for him to grab and he took it. He let you lead him to the end of your bed, never breaking eye contact. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion and the beating of his heart sounded louder than it ever did before. He wondered if you could hear it.
"Here" you said quietly, placing your hands on his shoulders and leading him to sit down. You smiled down at him before gently placing your lips on his again.
He timidly returned the kiss while placing his hands on your waist. Your hands crept up to scratch the back of his scalp and he hummed in return at the feeling. Wanting to be closer to him you began to straddle his waist letting your knees hold your weight on either side of him. His hands were now grazing over your body ever so slowly as if relishing in the feeling of its softness. The kiss was soft and loving but you couldn't help but notice the sense of longing behind his tender movements. It was as if he was afraid to act on his impulses. You didn't mind however as that gave you the freedom to take control over the situation.
You now slid your tongue across his upper lip. He parted his lips just the slightest bit but it was enough for you to stick your tongue down his throat. As you kissed him harshly you pulled at his hair slightly. As you did, Neville moaned into the kiss. The taste of the herbal tea from earlier was filling both of your senses.
Neville needingly pulled down at your hips motioning for you to sit down in his lap completely but you pretend not to notice. You were planning on giving Neville what he asked for in his letter first. You bit his bottom lip and pulled his hair making his head spring backwards, eyes half lidded.
"Ahh…." He moaned.
"Move back a little" You said.
You both moved away from the edge of your bed towards the headboard. Neville moving backwards and you carling on top of him. When you decided that you had moved far enough you brought him in for a kiss again and rested your weight in his lap. Neville moaned loudly into the kiss and you could definitely feel something hard beneath you. You teasingly grinded your ass on his dick and pulled his hair with one hand and soothed his chest with the other making him whimper. His hands grabbed at your thighs squeezing them slightly. You let out a moan as his hands touched you. That's when you pushed him on his back and hovered just above him but never broke the kiss. Then you firmly grabbed his jaw and placed a longing kiss on his lips before parting.
You both were panting heavily. Your lips were barely grazing over his and you could feel his hot breath against your lips.
"Are you ready?" You cocked an eyebrow at him.
His chest heaved up and down. The lightest shade of red covering his chest and shoulders. His eyes were wide with fear and anticipation. His grip tightened on your thighs as you moved a strand of hair out of his face.
"Please…" His voice was hushed and his bottom lip quivered.
You smiled devilishly at him as you sat up and began making your way up his body. He looked at you confused for a second before speaking.
"What… ?"
"Shh…" you said, putting a finger to his lips. "I think you know what I'm doing."
As you hovered over his chest his eyes widened with realization. He looked directly at where your skirt covered your bare pussy. His face went pink and a smile crept up on his lips. He felt his dick twitch in his briefs at the thought of eating you out and now he couldn't imagine what would happen if he was actually doing the action.
"Oh Godric…" his lips were quivering now.
You cupped his face with one hand trying to ease his nerves. "I want you to put your hands up. Just as a precaution."
He swallowed hard, looked up at you with adoration, and slowly put his hands up on the side of his head. He understood that you didn't want him to touch himself at all which made his heart pound even harder beneath you. You thought he would have a heart attack.
"Good boy." You said in a low whisper.
Neville let out a whimper at the nickname and squirmed beneath you. You could tell he enjoyed this as much as you.
"You like that name don't you." You said teasingly.
He looked away embarrassed at liking the name but nodded his head once to confirm. You grabbed his jaw and forced him to look at you.
"I'm going to teach you how to eat pussy the right way." You said in a seductive tone.
He nodded his head vigorously.
That's when you sat up just enough to move forward. You had bunched your skirt so that it covered your pussy, wanting to have him securely under you before you showed him. You position yourself so that his triceps would be under the front of your ankle. He could no longer move his arms away and was trapped between your thighs. His hands curled into fists to keep them from shaking. His mouth was already half open and watery.
Then you lifted your skirt for him to see. He drew in a sharp breath and craned his neck so he could be closer to you. Before he could touch you you grabbed a fist full of his hair and pulled it back on the bed.
"Not until I say."
He looked embarrassed but nodded.
"I want you to just explore for now." You said softly. "Can you do that?"
He whimpered a yes or you thought it sounded like a yes.
"That's a good boy."
And with that you sat gently on his face and covered his head with your skirt so he was not seen. Under your skirt Neville was having the time of his life. He was practically moaning louder than you as he eagerly kissed your cunt. He loved the feeling of your thighs practically squeezing his head. God he loved your thighs and he would love to spend an eternity between them.
"Nev…" you screamed as he pleased you just by his sweet kisses.
Neville kissed the inside of your thighs and sucked lightly at the sensitive skin. His whimpers could be heard from under your skirt. You thought it was cute how worked up he was becoming just by being under you.
"You sound so cute Nev." You kept your hand in his hair to encourage him to do more.
He shivered under you and kissed closer to your pussy. Then he took a chance at his tongue skills and started to lap at your slit. His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the taste of your juices. You couldn't believe how wet you had become. He was squirming uncontrollably under you, so much that you occasionally had to pull on his hair to stop him. This only made him moan louder. His hands were constantly flexing, desperate to touch you, himself, the sheets, or just anything to hold onto. But the weight of your thighs and leg kept him comfortably trapped. His tongue explored your inner folds taking his time to feel everything and occasionally looking at everything. He was a bit confused at the sight but it made him all the more aroused. He started to suck on your folds feeling it was the right thing to do.
"Ahh… Nev…" you moaned while combining your fingers through his hair.
The sound that came out of your mouth encouraged him further and he started to suck everywhere he could. However, you could tell he didn't know exactly what he was doing. For instance he was licking and sucking at your mons pubis area. You thought it was cute how naive he truly was.
You sighed and hummed with content before speaking. "Nev."
He didn't respond thinking you were only encouraging him more so he sucked harder.
"Nev" you called again. He continued.
"Neville" you said in a more stern tone and tugged on his hair.
In that moment that Neville was pulled away from you, you sat up and moved to sit on his chest. When you saw his face it was extremely red, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead, and your juices all over his mouth. His eyes were closed and you felt the rise of his chest as he caught his breath. He honestly looked drunk with happiness. Just the sight of him made your heart leap.
"Nev I know you're having fun," you said in a sweet voice, "but I need to teach you how to properly eat a girl out."
Knowing that he was doing something wrong made him hide in his shoulders in embarrassment. He gave you a weak smile and nodded a yes.
Knowing he would turn a deeper red at the next thing you were about to do, made your insides flutter. You leaned back just enough so your pussy was visible to him. His stare was intense and wanting. Then you brought your right hand to your cunt and started fingering yourself. You had stuck one finger in you just to adjust and then another finger. At this point Neville's pupils were so dilated you could hardly see the color of his eyes. He squirmed under you as he desperately wanted to replace your hand with his but your legs kept him trapped. You then started to use your left hand to play with your clit.
"Ahh..." a moan escaped your lips and your head fell back as you played with your needing clit and hit that special spot inside you.
You entered a third finger in you when Neville made a whiny noise and turned his head to kiss your inner thigh. He understood now what to do and was ready to take immediate action.
"Fuck… please" Neville whimpered against your thigh.
"Open" You commanded as you took your fingers out of your cunt and stuck them in Neville's mouth.
He wrapped his lips around your fingers and began to suck your juices off of them. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he got a taste of you. Then you pulled your fingers out of his mouth and with a pop. You grabbed a handful of his hair and sat back on his face. His tongue began to lap at your clit (now that he knew where it was 😏). He would teasingly stick his tongue in you and then lick all the way up to your clit. The feeling made your legs shake.
You sat back and rested your hands on his stomach as he continued. Turning your head around, you noticed the bulge in his underwear. It looked painfully hard and ached to be touched. Your hand slid further down his stomach and down his happy trail. As they reached his underwear your fingertips slid under the waistband but not further, just sliding your finger from side to side.
Neville bucked his hips into the air involuntarily and his hands clenched into fists. You could feel his hot breath against you and his lips quivered against your cunt. You quickly remove your fingertips from the waist band. Neville became a whimpering mess under you. He muttered 'pleases' over and over again along with your name.
You caressed his hair and pushed his head closer to your pussy so he could continue playing with you with his tongue. His tongue zig-zagged across your pussy and slurping noises could be heard throughout the room as he sucked mercilessly at your clit.
As a reward you decided to finally touch his aching cock. You teased him first with your fingers ghosting over his bulge.
"Ahh..." he moaned. You hadn't even touched him properly but his cries were already helpless.
Your feather light touches encouraged him to suck harder on your clit until your thighs shook.
"Nev…" You came all over his face and mouth and your hand lightly squeezed his balls on impulse.
Then his whole body jerked as he came. A wet spot was created on his underwear at the tip of his dick. Mewls of relief and embarrassment could be heard from under your skirt. And as Neville wasn't properly stimulated he was still hard as a rock. He just became too excited and came earlier than he expected too.
Neville was relishing in your juices and licked you clean. He couldn't believe he had just made you cum. He was riding his high for as long as possible.
"Neville, you did so good." You whispered.
Your fingers brushed through his hair as you sat up on his chest.
"Thank you… " He breathed. His eyelids were half lidded and his breathing was erratic as he caught his breath. "Thank you… "
You sat further back so you were now straddling his chest. Even though the weight of your thighs was no longer holding his hands down he still stayed in the position where his hands were up. You smiled down at him and caressed his cheek. His lips curled into a smile.
"You really enjoyed that, didn't you?" You said, raising an eyebrow at him.
He sheepishly nodded a yes. "Godric, you have no idea." He whispered.
You smirked at him before reaching behind you. Your hand trailed down his body to grab his cock through his briefs. His face contorted in a look of surprise and pleasure as your thumb rubbed over his sensitive tip, the wetness of the fabric making it easier to glide your thumb.
"I think I do." You smirked at him.
A whine escaped his lips as you teased him through the fabric. The pleasure was beginning to become so much that he had to shut his eyes tightly and his hands instinctively grabbed onto your thighs.
"P… pl… please" he stuttered.
With every gentle touch from you he became more flustered. A devilishly smile appeared across your lips at the noises he made.
"Not yet." You said sternly and took your hand away.
He nodded his head sheepishly and buried his head in his shoulders.
"Neville," you whispered.
"Yes," He whispered back.
"I want to show you something else."
A light shade of pink covered his cheeks and he audibly gulped as you moved to straddle his waist. He eagerly propped himself on his elbows as you began to unclip your bra from the back. His eyes widened as the straps slowly slid off your shoulders and revealed your breasts. His cheeks brightened at the sight and he gave you a timid smile.
You leaned down to give him a tender kiss, tasting yourself on his mouth as the kiss deepened. You slowly led him to lie on his back again and moved his hands to cup your breasts. You moaned at the sensation as he gently messaged you.
Your hands moved behind you so you could unzip your skirt. Neville helped you out of your skirt as you adjusted above him. Tossing your skirt on the floor you continued kissing him. You were now fully naked on top of him, while his underwear was the only thing remaining.
"I love you..."
"I love you..."
The words were repeated from both of you as he began to kiss your jaw. He left wet kisses along your neck and collarbone.
"Nev…" you moaned into his ear.
"Y/N…" he moaned against your skin.
You were dying to have him inside you and you couldn't wait any longer. You forced his lips back onto yours before and then started to leave trails of kisses and hickies on his neck and jaw.
"Y/N…" he moaned.
Your hands trailed down to the waistband of his underwear. He took in a sharp breath and his hands froze around your waist. You broke the kiss to catch your breath.
"Is this ok?" You asked.
"I… I… yes..." He swallowed harshly at his final decision.
With a devilishly smile plastered on your face you returned to kissing him. Your hands slowly slid his underwear down to his mid thigh making his cock spring up and hit your thigh. Neville whimpered into the kiss at the small instantaneous contact that excited him more than he would admit. You thought he couldn't be more adorable.
Neville on the other hand was embarrassed that his cock had touched you. He couldn't even continue kissing you let alone look you in the eye. He hid his face in the crook of your neck as he tried to calm himself and wait for you to see him. He was too embarrassed to see your reaction.
Once you had helped him completely out of his underwear you laid your body down next to his while propping yourself up on one elbow. He lay there on the bed waiting for you to touch him in any form. Your leg draping over his was enough to cause him to get the courage to hold onto your hip.
His breathing against your neck was rapid and the way he was holding onto your hip was as if he was holding on for dear life. He was the cutest thing you had ever seen. Your eyes made their way down his body to the place between his thighs. The sight made you bite your lip. His dick was glistening with his cum from before. It twitched and pulsated with anticipation. You could practically feel his anxiousness radiating off of him.
As he whimpered into your neck, one of your hands reached to cup his cheek while the other trailed little circles on his hip bone.
"You don't have to be so shy around me." You whispered in his ear, smiling down at him.
His whining became louder as he turned his head closer to yours and tried to curl himself into you to hide himself, but you made him stay lying on his back so you could keep him under your gaze.
"You can't say that." He complained. You could feel his face heat up against your neck.
"Why not? It's true." You purred. You leaned down to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Besides, how am I supposed to take care of your situation if I can't see you?"
He responded with mumbling sounds and gibberish as your hand light ghosted over his cock.
"You're very pretty like this. You have a very pretty dick too." You said hoping to make him flustered again and reassure him.
His response was more than you hoped for. By the noise coming from his lips, the layer of sweat on his forehead, and the twitch of his cock you could tell he wasn't going to last long again. You found it very sweet that just your teasing was enough for him. But you wouldn't make him wait any longer.
You wrapped your hand around the base of his dick and started stroking him just to use his cum as natural lube.
"Y/N…" he whispered into your neck. The rest of the words that came out of his mouth were incomprehensible. Although you thought you heard him say he was going to cum.
"Hold it in for me." You purred into his ear.
He nodded furiously and tried moving his hips away from your hand but your leg wrapped around his kept him close to you. He was a whimpering mess as you continued your rhythmic strokes. To make matters worse you opted in for a different more torturous technique that made Neville wonder how long he would last like this. You stroked up his length but using a tight ring created by your index finger and thumb. You would stroke up and down his length and once you got to his tip he almost exploded every time. You would wrap your hand around his entire tip and shake your hand vigorously mimicking a vibrating sensation. Neville thrashed and bucked his hips trying desperately to hold his cum in for you.
"I… I can't… hold..." he cried.
But before he could finish speaking you took your hand away. Neville squirmed beside you as his orgasm was taken from him.
"Please …" he said, gasping for air.
"Not yet, baby boy." You whispered into his ear.
The nickname made him moan louder than you expected.
"Aww, does baby boy like his new nickname?" You teased.
He nodded his head timidly against your neck. If you could see him he would be red as a tomato. Lucky for you you would see all his reactions very soon.
"Are you ready to be inside of me?" You asked with a devilish smile.
He nodded a yes and whimpered.
"I need to hear you." You said.
He squirmed under you embarrassed and murmured something under his breath.
"I can't hear you."
"Yes! Please let me be inside you."
"That's better." You said kissing his forehead.
You sat up and straddled his waist. He was now hiding his face in his hand but from what you could tell he looked very sunburnt.
"Aww Nev, you can't hide from me now." You bent down to caress his chest and stomach which heaved up and down as his breathing quickened. "I want to see how good I'm making you feel."
"Huhhmmm" He squirmed under you. "That's the problem…"
"What is, baby boy?" You purred to him as you gently removed his hand away from his eyes.
He looked down at your chest instead of your eyes to avoid eye contact. The view still intimidated him but he preferred not to stare into your soul for he was afraid you would suck the life out of him (figuratively and literally 😉). His eyebrows furrowed in embarrassment, "You make me feel too good."
Your heart melted at his honesty and you leaned down to kiss him on the lips before parting. "Nev you're so sweet. That was always the plan."
And with that you closed the gap between the two of you.
You moaned into the kiss as you sat down on his cock sliding it between your slick folds.
"Y/N" He moaned your name into the kiss.
He held you close to him as you teased him once more. But you had had enough of teasing. You wanted him inside you. Your hand slithered in-between your bodies and you slid him inside your pussy.
He inhaled sharply at the feeling of your walls clenching around him.
"Ahhh…. Nev" You moaned at his size stretching you.
You move your hips slowly as you continue your make-out session. He started to buck up into you as well but his movements were more erratic. You held his hips down from bucking up.
You bit his bottom lip making him whine. "Don't move." You said sternly.
He nodded his head and tried to not buck his hips. He wished you would move faster than the slow teasing pace you had set and squirmed underneath you as he fought the urge. You returned to kissing him as you bounced on his cock. Neville was a mess underneath you and you could tell he was about to cum.
"Y/N…I…" he whimpered.
At his words you got off of him and continued jerking him until he came. Your hand shook, vibrating at his tip as he came all over his stomach. Hot white stripes of seamen painted his stomach. He shook violently as overstimulation took over him. He held onto your thighs for support and moaned into the kiss as you continued your torturous hand job.
"Ahhhhhh…" was all that came out of his mouth.
His brain went to mush as you milked all the cum out of him. Once he seemed to be lost in his bliss you took your hand away and sat down next to him. He followed your movements with his eyes and laid on the bed feeling exhausted and used. With your wand you summoned a washcloth and gently wiped away the cum on Neville's stomach with one hand and caressed his hair with the other but Neville took you hand from his head so he could hold it in his hand.
When you were done you tossed the washcloth on your nightstand and pulled the covers of your bed back. Neville followed you as you got under the covers. As you both lay together in your bed Neville held your hand and stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. He looked exhausted and you couldn't blame him. You wondered how you looked right now having done most of the work.
"How do you feel?" You asked.
"Amazing…" he said with a blush on his cheeks. "You're amazing."
A giggle escaped your lips at his flattery. "You're amazing too."
"Y/N" He said your name softly.
"Yeah" you responded.
"I love you. I really do." He looked at you with darkened pupils and a love sick smile on his face.
"I love you too Neville" You said with the same adoration he felt towards you.
Sleep befell on the two of you and all that was heard was Neville's snores and your light breathing.
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As Luna made her way down to the corridors of the school she couldn't help but wonder what had happened between you and Neville. She had given you the letter yesterday and hadn't seen you or Neville since. Being curious, she decided to go ask you but as soon as she approached the (your/house) entrance she paused and hid behind a corner.
To her astonishment she saw none other than Neville Longbottom coming out of the (your/house) common room with the clothes he had worn yesterday. A sense of pride filled her as she knew exactly what had happened the night before. She felt happy for her friends and couldn't help but smile at what she knew.
And so she turned away, skipping along the school's corridors to tell Ginny that their plan had worked after all.
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I feel you with college tbh it’s been kicking my literal ass I’m in chem lab rn and I want to scream
Let it out 😤 I think school in general has made everyone want to scream and cry at one point. I know I have.
The Wrong Version Part 3
a/n: I feel like this is the same thing as Spring Break. Whatever 🤷♀️. Y'all college is starting and I might not write for a while. I wish I could write more but I'm a stem major and I just know ochem is gonna kick my ass. Anyway I think part 4 will be the last part but idk.
Update: Forgot to mention that I totally copied that one scene from Atonement. That one bit with "anatomical." Part 4 is coming up next.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Word count: 4,235
Pairings: Neville Longbottom x dom!reader
Warnings: fluff! that turns into smut!, Innuendoes, sub!Neville, dom!reader, soft!dom, shy!Neville
Summary: Neville had finally gotten the courage to tell you how he feels with a little help from his friends. He has written everything he has ever wanted to tell you in the form of a letter. What happens when the real letter gets mixed up with a more provocative letter that you were never meant to see?
Neville exited his last class of the day with a worried look on his face. He had been dreading when his last class would end and he would have to talk to you and see if you returned his feelings for you. He had been sweating all day with nervousness and felt like he needed to change into new clothes before he went to find you so he returned to his dorm to change.
He quickly found a clean button up and sweater vest to put on and changed out of his school uniform. Then he went looking through his drawers to find more casual pants than his slacks. As he was looking through his drawers he thought he should put some cologne on and maybe fix his hair just a bit. He needed to at least feel a bit confident in himself if you turned him down, which he felt was a high possibility. After combing his hair and spritzing himself with a bottle of cologne that his grandmother gave him, he returned to look for a nice pair of pants. As he opened the drawer of his dresser he found a pair and put them on.
Looking at himself in the mirror one more time before he left, he noticed the top drawer of his nightstand was not closed all the way. He must have forgotten to close it properly in his rush to get ready in the morning. He went to close it but then he saw the folded parchment with the scandalous scene written on it resting right on top of a pile of knick-knacks. He smiled to himself and grabbed the letter. He decided to read it one last time before he threw it away forever and let his secret die with him.
He took the paper and unfolded it. As he read the letter, his eyes widened and his mouth slowly gaped open. In that second his heart stopped. The color from his face had faded and was now pale as ice. He looked as if he had seen a ghost. His fingers seemed to give out as the letter fell back into his drawer. The realization hit him that the letter he was reading was supposed to be the letter you were supposed to have received. And if that letter was still in his drawer then the one he put in the envelope was…
"Ahhhhhhhh!!!" He cried out as he curled himself into a ball on his bed.
"No. No. No. No. No. No. No. This cannot be happening." Hyperventilating now he sat up. He rocked himself back and forth in the fetal position to calm himself down as a few tears escaped his eyes.
"I'm dead. I'm so dead."
This was a complete nightmare. How could he ever face you again? His life was completely over and all he wanted to do was crawl into a cave somewhere and hide there forever. Of course something like this would happen to him. He just couldn't catch a break. It was already a big risk confessing his feelings for you but now he put his whole life at jeopardy by giving you the wrong letter. He was certain you would kill him on the spot when you saw him.
'Why didn't I throw that stupid letter away when I had the chance.' He face-palmed himself in agony.
He needed to get that letter back before you had the chance to read. That is if you haven't already read it. He remembered that Luna said she would give you the letter at the end of the day, so he hoped you hadn't had the chance to read it. Then there was the possibility that Luna might have forgotten to give you the letter, having her mind preoccupied with whatever interested her that day. He really hoped Luna forgot to give you his letter.
As terrified as he was to leave his dorm room he went to go look for you. He first made his way to your last class, which was History of Magic. There were a couple of lingering students in the classroom as he entered the room. He didn't see you. He visibly panicked and some of the students stared at him in confusion but didn't say anything. He decided to leave. As he walked out he saw Hermione walking in the hall while reading a book. He knew Hermione shared the same class as you and he walked up to her.
"Hermione, did you happen to see Y/N for History of Magic?" He was hyperventilating again and Hermione looked worried for him.
"Yes she was in class today." She said as she put her book down.
"She didn't look… disturbed or I don't know angry, did she?"
"No. Why? Did something happen between you two?" Her eyebrows furrowed at the thought. She knew that Neville liked you and couldn't bear to see her two friends in a fight.
"I… No. I just need to talk to her." He swallowed thinking about the inevitably beat down that he would receive from you.
"I saw her head towards the library after class. You should check there." She said, giving him a pitiful look.
"The library. Of course." He scolded himself for not thinking of that sooner. "Thank you Hermione." And with that he waved goodbye to her and rushed to the library.
What was he going to say to you when he finally found you?
'Hey I accidentally sent you a really graphic letter about you. Can I have it back?' Boy did he hope that Luna never got that chance to give the letter.
He felt like he was going to throw up the closer he got the library entrance. It was almost like his body was telling him to bail but he knew he had to try to get the letter back before things got worse.
He walked into the library as quietly as possible. He first wanted to see if you were acting different or if you seemed angry or upset. If you were then he would leave immediately and never speak to you again. But if you acted normal? He honestly had no idea what to do if you had no idea what was going on. He would have to come up with a way to bring it up without mentioning the letter. That was easy right?
All the tables were occupied with students so he hid behind the bookshelves just in case he saw you. As he moved from aisle to aisle, he checked to see if he could spot you anywhere. He was looking at the other side of the bookshelf through a small opening when he spotted your book bag on a table in a corner, only you were nowhere to be found. This only made him more nervous as he knew you were here but didn't know where. He needed to be extra care…
"Oh hey Neville" You said from behind him.
He flinched at hearing your voice and bumped into the bookshelf, causing a few books to shake. He grabbed a shelf to steady it and then slowly turned to face you.
"Y/N!"
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that." You giggled at his jumpiness. You understood why though. However, it didn't make him any less adorable. "What brings you to the library?"
'She's not acting any different. She doesn't seem mad at me either. Maybe she never got the letter?' He thought.
"Uh… Funny story actually" He still was not quite sure though.
"Funny how?" You raised an eyebrow teasingly. "Like you're in trouble or ha ha funny?"
"I'm not sure yet." He was having a very difficult time thinking of a way to phrase his question. "You haven't received anything today have you? Like any packages or I don't know, a letter."
"No." You lied and placed a finger on your chin to act like you were thinking. "Not that I can think of." Then a brilliant idea popped into your head. "Why is there a prank I don't know about?"
"Oh thank Godric." He released a breath he had been holding in anticipation of your answer. He rested a hand on the bookshelf and the other hand on his knee to support him as he bent down to catch his breath. He was glad that you hadn't received his letter. Or so he thought.
"So it was a prank then. Did Fred and George send something to me?" You continued your lie to see if he would tell you about the letter. "You know the last time I was on the receiving end of one of their pranks it did not end well for either of us." That part was true. In fact, you thought back at the time you, Fred, and George stayed in the care of madam Pomfrey for a night in the infirmary. You were recovering from their prank and they were recovering from one of your jinxes you had put on them.
"What?" He looked at you confused. Then he remembered that you assumed it was a prank he was talking about. "Oh, yes. Yes, it was a prank. And I… I came here to stop it... before it happened. Yeah." He hoped you had bought what he was telling you.
You eyed his facial features curiously. "Well thank you for warning me."
He was just about to run out and find Luna to take back the letter when you stopped him.
"Neville now that you're here. Can you help me find this herbology book." You held up a note card with the name of the book. You really did have to write an essay that week but you were more interested in keeping Neville from leaving your side. "I need it to write that essay we have for professor Sprout." You smiled sweetly at him. Oh what that smile was truly hiding. Neville wouldn't know what hit him.
"Oh, of course." He was much more at ease now that he knew that you hadn't received his letter. Poor thing.
He took the card from your hand and read the name of the book. "I've read this one before. Follow me." He started walking you to a different aisle.
"Here you go." He reached up to grab the book and gave it to you.
"Thanks Nev." You said, giving him a warm smile.
"No problem." His cheeks were blushing a deep red at the nickname. "You know, if you need any help I'll be glad to work with you. I haven't started the assignment either so we can work together if you'd like." He quickly reconsidered this thinking it would be a bad idea for him to be around you for a while. He still felt pretty guilty about the letter. "But it's fine if you'd prefer to work alone."
"No, that sounds perfect actually. It would be easier to get it done together." You said flipping through the pages of the book. "Come on."
You led the way back to the table you were sitting at and sat down with him. The two of you had made some progress on your essay but you were mostly distracted by your thoughts the entire time. The side conversations eventually led to full on ignoring your essay completely and just hanging out and enjoying each other's company. You two were reminiscing on last year's events and your time in the DA meetings together. You two were beginning to become too loud and were eventually kicked out of the library.
"Well at least we made some progress." You said as the two of you made your way down the corridor.
"If by progress you mean only one paragraph." He laughed.
You noticed that he seemed more relaxed now. It was always a good feeling to have Neville relaxed around you, he was more himself.
"It's more than what we had when we started. So yes, one paragraph is progress." You smiled at him.
"Do you still want to work together? We can go to my dorm." You said casually.
"You're dorm?" He stated nervously.
"Yeah, my dorm. We can eat my stash of Oreos. My grandmother just sent me a new box full of them." You knew Oreos were his favorite muggle cookie brand. He tried them after you had offered them to him in your 2nd year and he was hooked ever since. Hopefully that would entice him to come with you to your dorm. "Plus there will be no one to kick us out if we talk too loud."
"Umm… I don't want to ruin your other plans for tonight and have you work on the essay all afternoon." He smiled weakly thinking you were just being polite. "We could work on it another day if you're busy."
"I'm just working on this essay for the rest of the night. Really I don't have any plans." You said casually.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yes I'm sure. Besides, once we're finished with the essay we have all week to relax." You smiled up at him.
His face lit up and nodded a yes. "Ok." His tone was still unsure.
"Great, follow me." Then the two of you made your way to your dorm.
"So tell me more about what Fred and George had planned." You asked casually.
"What?" He had completely forgotten about the lie he told earlier.
"You know about the prank." You had trouble holding in a chuckle at how bewildered he looked.
"Oh... Oh right. The prank. Well… it um…" his mouth suddenly became dry and his brain seemed to be on buffering mode.
"Come on, you can tell me. I already know about it." You teased.
"Well it was a really bad prank." He said in the most convincing tone he could muster.
"I know that much. That's why you came to warn me. Should I expect anything arriving in the next few days?" You had been alluding to the letter he wrote you but he didn't notice.
"Uhh… Oh yes. So don't open any packages you receive in the next few days no matter how small or who they come from."
"Gotcha." You could tell he was a very bad liar.
He watched as you opened the dorm to the [your/house] common room.
"Come on" You motioned for him to follow you.
"Oh ok." He said quietly. Neville had only been in the [your/house] common room a couple of times before. That was usually when you would invite him in and the two of you would read together to finish up some homework, but he was never invited into your dorm room before.
There were not many students in the common room as mostly everyone was out and about around the castle. The few students who were there didn't seem to mind or notice you bringing in the Gryffindor into the [your/house] common room.
The two of you made your way to your dorm room and you opened the door and walked in. You left the door open expecting him to follow you in but he stood at the door way awkwardly. He debated on whether or not he should follow you. He half expected you to change your mind and work in the common room.
"Are you coming in?"
He gulped as he walked into your bedroom, closing the door behind him. He was surprised to see only one bed and then remember that you were a prefect.
"I forgot that prefects have their own dorm room. It must be nice not having to share a space with other people."
"Well it was fun living with my friends. But then again I guess it is kinda nice having my own space." You said putting down your bag on your desk.
"Woah what's this?" He made his way to the lava lamp that was on your nightstand. He had never seen anything like it. He seemed to be mesmerized by the blobs of red, orange, and purple floating around in the glass container.
"That's a lava lamp." You giggled at his lack of knowledge of the muggle world. "I brought it with me from home." While he was distracted by the lava lamp you took the liberty to cast two nonverbal spells (a colloportus charm and a muffliato charm).
You walked over to a cupboard and opened it. Inside was a whole stash of Oreos. You grabbed the box and tossed it on the bed.
He turned towards the noise that was made when the box hit the bed. He watched as you began to make some herbal tea by magically heating some water and took some mugs from your little cupboard. With the mugs in your hand you made your way towards Neville, handed him a mug, and began to open the box. You took out a handful of cookies and then offered him the open box. You had intended for him to also grab some cookies but he mistakenly thought you wanted him to hold the box. He awkwardly took the box and stood there unsure what to do. You smiled at how cute he looked and bit into an oreo.
You made your way to your desk and sat down. "You can sit down. It's fine." You motioned towards your bed, which he stood next to.
"Oh ok." He sat on the left side of your bed near the pillows. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and was a little uncomfortable but hoped he didn't look too awkward. Not knowing where to look he stared at your lava lamp that sat on your nightstand. He just wanted to start working on the essay.
"Neville, are you ok?"
He turned to you flushed. "What, yeah I'm fine. I'm cool."
"You can have an oreo. I did promise that you could have some." You laughed. "And you don't have to hold the box if you don't want to."
"Oh right" He looked down at the mug and box of Oreos he was still holding, mostly to avoid your gaze. Then he grabbed a cookie. He looked around on where to put down the box then settled for placing it on your nightstand. He was incredibly uncomfortable, that you could tell as he drank his tea and ate his cookie.
"Neville, is there something you want to tell me?" You gave him a soft look.
"What do you mean?" Neville looked startled and wide eyed.
You turned to open your book bag that was on your desk. You rummaged through your bag in search of his letter. "When you asked me if I had gotten a letter today, I thought you were going to mention the one you sent me. The one Luna gave me today."
He stood up startled, bumping into your nightstand and almost knocking down your lava lamp once the words left your lips. He grabbed the lamp just in time for him to steady it. He turned to face you again and froze like a deer in headlights. You were now standing a few feet in front of him. His heart stopped and the color faded from his face. He felt a little light headed and queasy so he leaned on your nightstand for support.
"I have to say it was very… detailed." You took the letter out of your bag and displayed the broken seal of the letter to him. You averted your eyes away from his, instead looking at the floor feeling your face heat up.
By now he was terrified. He tried to explain himself but his mouth just gaped open. How would he explain himself? There was no excuse for what he did. He had no idea why you brought him into your room if you knew about the letter or why you lied about it earlier. Was this all some sick nightmare where you kill him or worse use the letter as blackmail. He considered jumping out the glass window near your bed just to get away from the situation and because you were blocking his way to the door. But that idea was really stupid, besides he'd be stuck on the roof. He had no other choice than to beg for mercy.
"It was a mistake. I'm so sorry Y/N. It was the wrong…" he gulped loudly trying to control his trembling voice. "... version. It was never meant to be read."
"I figured that much for myself." You huffed in a short laugh. You looked up at him and saw how embarrassed he was. You hoped you could make it up to him soon. "What was in the version I was meant to read?" You bit your lip. When your eyes met his, it was his turn to look away from you.
"It was more… uhh formal and less…" his blush spreading all the way to his ears.
"Anatomical?" You suggested.
"Yes. I know that you're probably disgusted by me now." He swallowed hard and grimaced at his own words. "I'll be out of your life forever but can you please not tell anyone." He turned his body away from you in shame. "Please, I'm begging you." He croaked.
Your eyes widened and you suddenly felt guilty for making him feel this way. You had played your little game long enough. "Neville I won't tell a soul but… " you walked up closer to him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, making him jump at your touch and he looked at you in fear. "I want you to know… " you gulped. "that I… I…" you felt your cheeks flush as you didn't know how to put your feelings into words. He stared at you wide eyed and his body physically trembled with fear as to why you weren't yelling at him.
You squeezed his shoulder slightly before you decided to show your feelings instead of saying them. You cupped his cheek with your free hand and brought his face slowly down to yours. Neville was still in shock by the whole situation that he couldn't move away. His eyes widened even further in panic when you closed the space between your lips and his. At that moment he completely forgot how to breathe.
Your eyes were now shut. You noticed how soft his lips were and he smelled like fresh cologne. You moved your hand that was on his shoulder to rest right on top of his chest and you could feel his rapid heartbeat.
He didn't move for a couple seconds only staring at your closed eyelids. He saw how you seemed pleased with yourself and he couldn't help but notice your beauty up close. He couldn't believe that this was real. You actually kissed him! He was kissing you, well sort of. All he ever wanted was happening right now and he couldn't seem to unfreeze. He didn't know if it was due to shock or fear that this might be a trick but for whatever reason he couldn't move. Then you moved your hand from his chest to run your fingers through his brown curls. The sensation of your nails scratching the back of his scalp put him in a trance and he immediately went limp and slowly shut his eyes leaning into the kiss. He had to sit on the top of your nightstand just so he wouldn't fall to the ground, making him at head level with you. His hands slowly made their way around you back to embrace you.
When you finally broke the kiss he looked at you with pleading eyes. "You're… you're not angry with me?" He shyly asked.
You giggled at his bemusement. "Far from angry." You gave him a sweet peak on the cheek earning a bright blush from him.
"Neville, I realized I loved back in 4th year. I should have said something though. But… " Your own blush formed on your cheeks. "I'm glad you had the courage to say something first."
"You love me?" He formed a bright smile across his face. And then he suddenly felt embarrassed by being reminded of the letter and he shrunk into his shoulders slightly. "Y/N, I've been in love with you since the day I met you on that train our first year." He blushed at making a formal confession.
"Nev…" you said sweetly. You leaned forward again to kiss him. This time the kiss was passionate and your arms were wrapped around his neck while his were wrapped around your back pulling you tightly towards him.
You smiled into the kiss as you pulled him closer to you. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered more as you deepened the kiss. It really was a magical feeling and you hoped that it wouldn't stop.
Neville broke the kiss to finally catch his breath and give you some time to breathe as well. He looked into your gorgeous eyes longingly. He felt like a love sick fool for you, absolutely smitten.
You beamed at him and took the time to memorize his expression. He was giddy and if his eyes could form heart shapes they would.
"You know, I'd be happy to let you kiss my cunt if you asked nicely." You stared into his eyes just to see how he would react and weren't disappointed.
Taglist: @clareissad, @josierosie2, @nevsluvr, @blulemonades
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