Harry potter golden era and calling them cute nicknames in a language (pls dont specify which) that they don't know. They don't know the exact meaning but the understand it's something similar to darling or sweetheart.
Sentimental Nicknames 🩷 (HP Pref!)
a/n: hii!! i hope you enjoy this! i didn’t specify any languages and i tried to make it gender neutral!! love yaa🫶🏻🫶🏻
warnings: like one swear word, but that’s all!! <3
characters included: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy.
Harry Potter:
blushes every time you say it
he literally adores it
he’s so smitten for you and when you call him that nickname he might have LITERALLY zero idea what it means besides the fact that it’s endearing and he MELTS
when harry blushes the tips of his ears turn red and his cheeks turn pink and he just smiles like a little cutie
:(((
if anyone asks him about it
“hey, what does it mean? that nickname?”
“oh, i dunno really.”
he just smiles
he loves it sm
he deserves more love <3
he would def melt for any nicknames but there’s something about that one that just 🥰
Hermione Granger:
she totally looks it up in one of her books
I think she’d be intrigued and want to give you a cute nickname in a different language
she loves to hear you say it and will tell you that.
“i love it when you call me that, y/n.”
now you just say it more and she giggles and kicks her feet
if her friends ask about it she will deep dive into the origins and why you call her it and why she loves it so much and everything
Ron Weasley:
his siblings totally tease him about it
“look at little ronald! getting called a cute little nickname.” - george
“they grow up so fast :(.” - fred
he has ZERO idea what it means and just smiles when you call him it
he’s like “oh fuck yeah that’s my nickname” :D
he loves the way your voice makes it sound
he’s just so happy lowkey
like cmon
if you say it in front of his friends he gets embarrassed </3
but it’s not a bad thing i think he’s just like “oh, attention?”
Neville Longbottom:
BLESS HIM!!
he gets SO shy
he’s like
he deserves all the love.
esp if you say it and cradle his face/jaw in your hand and he gets SO RED
awwww
EVERYONE teases him about it :((
it’s okay though he’s so adorable for no reason
imagine this bb
he’s rambling about plants and you call him that and he just goes 👁️👄👁️
falls in love all over again.
awwwhhhhh i love him
Draco Malfoy:
i REFUSE to believe that draco is soft about nicknames
you’d call him it and he’d side eye you to the max
“what?”
you just smile and repeat it
he pretends to hate it but he rlly loves it
if you call him the nickname in front of his friends he’ll go BRIGHT red and become really interested in his shoes
you’ll just smirk
when you call him it in private he’s soft about it though
Summary: Neville Longbottom accidentally starts a raunchy rumor about the popular girl in his potions class. And rumors fly. 1.0k words.
Warnings: ‘snogging’ help im not british and it shows, rumors, allusions to sex/promiscuous acts, teasing, pining, strangers/friends to lovers
Somehow Neville started a rumor about you. And somehow, through the unbelievably slippery walls of Hogwarts, the rumor made its way to you in less than a week.
It was an accident, honestly. And people kept blowing it way out of proportion. You were popular, more popular than he could ever hope to be, and when he said it, he had already accepted that nothing would ever really happen between the two of you. But this awful rumor made him sound boorish and borderline rabid when really it was supposed to be a harmless confession between friends.
"I heard Neville Longbottom wants to shag you out by the Quidditch pitch."
Even from a few tables down, he could see the mortification fall over your face like a black veil. Your friend giggled as she pulled away from whispering in your ear, and you clapped a hand over your mouth. He had to look away when your eyes flicked to meet his. Your friends spend the rest of lunch hour teasing you and snickering about him while you seem to shrink in on yourself.
Neville manages to avoid you where he can in the halls: taking the longer route, hiding in large groups. But none of it is very fruitful when you've got a very similar class schedule. In fact, despite his efforts, he spends nearly every passing period just behind you and sometimes even right beside you. Apparently, he's also got a clear shot of you from where he sits in the classes you share and you're even table mates in potions. Of course, he knew all of this before that nasty rumor was spread, he's just become hyperaware of it since then.
After making it through the week without too much tension, he finds himself scanning the pages of his Water Plants textbook in the Great Hall and not retaining any of the information. And as he props his chin in his hand, he notices you settle into the seat directly across from him, flashing him a quick smile before opening your own book.
He sits up, glancing around the room to find Snape preoccupied with a group of raucous students from Slytherin.
A small, crumpled piece of parchment rolls its way to your side of the table, stopping just before it topples over the edge. You set your book in your lap and look over your shoulder before unraveling the torn paper.
"I'm assuming you've heard the news by now."
A smile creeps onto your face as you flatten out the slip of paper and write your own message on the backside. You slide it across the table and just barely catch his eye.
"Here and there."
But he knows you mean just about every five seconds because this cursed rumor has been inescapable for as long as its existed. You slide the cover of the Hogwarts Gazette over as well. It's entitled, "Things Heat Up Between Popular Witch and Nerdy Wizard" just above a picture of the two of you smiling at each other in class with a few smaller headlines like, "The Rumors are True!" and "What's Next for the Unlikely Couple?"
He blinks. Who's reading this rubbish? Scratch that, who's writing this rubbish and how hard would it be to mame them?
"I'm sorry about that, it was supposed to be an inside joke. Honestly, I would never say something that awful in the first place. And especially not about you."
You give him a sympathetic smile and crumple the page and his note into a ball before sending back a new slip.
"I know."
He half-smiles before attempting to read again. But you toss him another scrap of paper.
"So what did you say then?"
You giggle when he flushes a bright pink before squinting at you and scribbling across the page.
"Something or other about wanting to snog a certain pretty girl. It was never meant to go past first base, honestly. Pure intentions!"
You shove the used paper in your pocket and glance over your shoulder with a mischievous look before delicately folding another piece and setting it in the center of his textbook. He opens it. But he doesn't get the chance to read it before it's snatched out of his grasp by a pale hand.
"Mr Longbottom," Snape drawls, "would you care to read this aloud since you two have insisted on interrupting your fellow students' focus?"
You hide your giggles behind your hand and Neville glares at you while Snape ushers him into the aisle.
He looks down the note and groans.
"How about those Quidditch Pitch seats?"
...
"Very funny," Neville grumbles while you hold his shoulder to steady yourself from convulsing with laughter.
"Your face! You should have seen your face!" You tease, tears nearly streaming down your face when you clutch the sleeve of his sweater.
"You set me up," he says, trying not to smile when you purse your lips.
"You started a rumor about me!"
"On accident."
You cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head to the side. "Then yes. I set you up. On accident. Walk me to Trelawney's?"
He rolls his eyes and offers his arm for you to loop yours through. You walk beside each other in silence nearly half the way, dodging confused looks and bothersome jeers from your friends.
"So," you mumble, looking at him with a cocked brow, "you really think I'm pretty?"
Neville shrugs. "And snoggable, I suppose."
He looks down at you and thinks he's never acted so cool around someone he likes so much. He thinks you're more than pretty and he wants to be able to tell you, but as you round the corner, the open classroom leers at you like a slippery snake. He spares you one last look and you peer up at him like a little dove. He goes pink.
You stop in the doorway and beckon him closer. And you think the nearly contemptuous smile on his face is new and ill-fitting but he's handsome nonetheless. You hold his chin and press a sweet kiss to his cheek before ducking into the classroom.
A/N: my first hp universe fic 🥺 i hope somebody enjoys this because i LOVE neville and i LOVE friends to lovers tropes
Pairings: Neville Longbottom x Fem!Reader
Summary: Neville is hiding two things from you: the chest under his bed and his affections for you. 1.5k words
Warnings: fluff, face kisses, friendly teasing/bullying, SICKENING pining, neville being borderline creepy but in a sweet way, cursing, friends to… lovers?
"'Some have begun to question whether or not the Sorting Hat even exists'. Oh, be serious, there's no way anyone would believe this rubbish"—you toss the flimsy tabloid to the foot of the bed, nearly pelting Neville with the busily patterned cover—"Now, if they'd asked, does the Sorting Hat actually sort... well, then I'd have to think about it."
"If you think it's rubbish, then why are you subscribed?"
He doesn't even have to glance up from his almanac to know you're glaring holes through his skull. And you don't have to see the other side of his skull to know that he's borderline laughing at you.
"Oh, and I'm sure what you're reading is much more enlightening. What is this?"—You snatch the thin booklet from his lap, illuminating the soft yellow cover under your suddenly glowing wand—"Last year's Farmers' Almanac?"
"Give me that—I'm trying to follow weather patterns to understand what crops might attract juvenile basilisks to common gardens in order to decrease slug attacks on spring harvests. Are you even listening?" he whines, smacking your calf with the booklet as you reach for a worn quill and a shred of parchment.
"Mhm! Baby basilisks, slug attacks, harvests, got it!" you coo, scribbling across the paper flattened against the headboard of his bed.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing, plant boy! Go back to reading."
"Actually, I prefer plantsman, thank you very much."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, plant boy."
He turns his back to you again, sitting criss-cross on the edge of the bed, hunched over as he scans the pages for keywords and uncommon patterns.
You shift across the bed, draping one arm over Neville's shoulder and dropping the slip of paper into his lap. Your head rests on his other shoulder while he picks at the edges of the piece and ignores the fire in his face.
"For me?" he says, holding it in his palms like it could rip at any second. Like he'll blink and it'll turn to shreds in his fingers.
"It's your little basilisk"—you run your fingertip along the bottom corner where a tiny, overly worried snake sits looking up at a gigantic slug with sharp teeth that towers over him and his tomato plant—"I don't know how he's going to defend his crops this spring."
You blow a puff of air against the back of his neck, chuckling when he startles and slips the comic into the breast pocket of his pajamas.
"So you were listening after all," he teases, turning over his shoulder to find you splayed out across the bed, face buried in his pillows, arms outstretched like you're reaching for something. He wants to reach back. He wants this kind of view for the rest of his life, if only from afar.
You mumble something into the fluff and shriek when he grabs for your ankle.
"Can't hear all your whining through the bedding."
When you look at him, he thinks he could die. Your eyes sparkle in the dim and awfully warm lightning. If he's lucky, you'll brush off all of his feverish blushing as some sort of medical condition. But he's never been very lucky which is why he reaches for the back of his neck when you grin and roll over.
"I wasn't whining, I was saying—"
Light floods the room as the door flaps open to a few familiar faces that look like they've seen a ghost. You spring out of Neville's bed and gather your supplies. He feels a buzzing in his palms that begs him to beg you to stay. But it's against the rules. Even more so than your presence alone in the boys' dorms.
"I guess that's my cue to leave," you chirp, saluting to the quartet of boys shuffling through the doorway with wide eyes and shy smiles.
"Goodnight, Neville."
You kiss his cheek, patting his shoulder and flitting back through the door with one last wave. Neville sighs and tosses his almanac aside, swinging his legs off the side of the bed before he hears a chorus of high-pitched teasing:
"Goodnight, Neville! I love you, Neville!" Not to mention the kissing sounds and squeaky sighs from the group of Gryffindor imbeciles.
He would never admit it out loud, but even imagining you professing your love for him gives him butterflies. His heart races at the thought of your voice wrapped around the sweet words, your lips forming the dewy syllables just right. But he rolls his eyes and groans, settling across his mattress and forgetting the drawing in his pocket.
...
You'd been wandering around the boys' dormitories in your house sweater, humming the song that played in the pub down the road. Usually you invade Neville's space to study or catch up on tabloids, but tonight you're restless. His quill is flicking away at a sheet of classwork he forgot about until the last minute.
As you press your fingertips to each quilt stitch and dresser decoration, you notice a piece of metal gleaming at you from underneath his bed. A sharp corner protrudes from the edge; it belongs to a small brown leather chest buckled in brass and blooming with rust.
"What's this?" you coo, holding the chest across both of your palms, nudging his calf with your foot and grinning mischievously down at him. And he looks genuinely scared. Pale as a ghost and scrambling after you as you take off across the room with elated giggles and chirps.
"No—no! Give that back, it's personal!" he whines, panting as you bound over one of the beds and curl your arms around the box.
"What's yours is mine, Longbottom! Come on, whatever it is can't be that bad—"
He grabs the back of your sweater like the scruff of a puppy, dragging you backwards and knocking you off kilter. He nearly catches the chest with his hands, but you duck out of reach and jump onto his bed before he can get to you again.
"Tell me, what on Earth could Neville Longbottom be hiding—"
His heart stops when you flick open the latch and toss the lid wide. Then your smile falls.
You finger over the contents of the chest, scraps of parchment and ink fill it to its brim. They nearly spill over the edges when you plop down onto his mattress with the chest in your lap.
Your mouth opens and closes with revelation and awe. Each page is one of your spontaneously dorky animations. Spiky creatures and demon garden spawn and caricatures of Professor Snape litter the pile. They're all drawings you remember, each connects to a moment between the two of you.
Neville takes a deep breath and doesn't dare step closer, "It's not what it looks like—"
"You kept them?" you whisper, looking up at him in shock, "All of them?"
You're still flipping through the stack when he shrugs with a worrisome smile.
"...Yes."
You pause. You pause and take a sharp breath in because he's never sounded so sure in a word. You do a double take at one of the sketches. He sits on the edge of the bed, wringing his hands and glancing over at you anxiously.
"Neville"—and here it comes, he thinks, creepy, perverted, obsessive, and those sorts of things. And you wouldn't be wrong. But then he thinks he might be wrong. Because you set the box aside and spring toward him like a goddamn panther, landing him flat on the floor with a groan.
"That's adorable!
Your wet lips find his cheek and the rest of his face, hands wound into the collar of his sleep shirt as you leer down at him with a grin.
"I didn't think anyone paid attention to those stupid things."
"Well. I do," he huffs.
"I can see that, you sicko!" you shriek, "You better thank your lucky stars I'm so nice. Any other girl would've sent you right to Snape for being so perverted and creepy."
Called it.
"That's why I did it to you, not some other girl."
He doesn't know what to do with his hands, and you go shy thinking you might've crossed a line. Maybe you got too excited, flew too close to the sun, lips too close to his own. But the closeness had felt nice, and you want to make him blush like that forever.
"So you're saying it's not because I'm the prettiest girl at Hogwarts."
And you bat your lashes, pouting and leaving him weak in the knees. With your palms on his chest and you leaning closer, he's tempted to admit he's taken with you. To admit he's loved you since first year. To admit you are the prettiest girl at Hogwarts and in London and the rest of Europe. Forget the world, you're his.
"I never said that," Neville mumbles. It’s the closest he'll ever get to a real confession. At least this year.
*~.It’s so comforting to know I can stay up till 2 am reading the most toe curling, filthy, plotless smut in a warm bed on thanksgiving break. This is what the holidays are all about. *~.
Summary: In which Neville helps you with Herbology, despite the fact that you can’t stand him.
w/c: 2.9k
You stood in front of the library doors, preoccupied listening to the pang of your heartbeat in your ears. The books and paperwork inside your backpack seemingly feel as if they now weighed tons. You sharply take a breath of the cold air and open the doors – taking a step inside the stuffy library; your thoughts come to a halt when you hear your name.
“(Y/N), over here!” the boy calls. Turning your head to the side, your eyes finally meet his.
It’s not that you hate the boy or anything, but for some reason you two could never get along. Maybe it was the fact that he was always kind to you, or the fact that none of your insults or cold remarks could ever cut through him. Despite him being a nervous wreck all the time, the shudder of his shoulders and stammering of his voice always seemed to be cut short whenever you were around. And you almost hated him for it.
You walked over to the table where he sat, giving a bitter look to anyone who dared look at you, and tried to calm down the anger that was slowly brewing inside. Neville however, was unaware of this anger, and this only seemed to frustrate you more as he pulled your chair out and handed you a slice of pumpkin bread.
“I figured you’d want something to eat, you know, since we’re going to be here rather late and all.” He said sheepishly, giving you a soft smile as you took the pastry.
You muttered a soft “thanks.” and went to open your book. It was a Friday night at Hogwarts and here you were in the library being tutored by none other than Neville Longbottom, the laughing-stock of Gryffindor. The flickering lights above you were already starting to give you a migraine, and the soft squeaks from your chairs were only distracting you from your own thoughts. How were you to do anything in here?
“S-so, I was thinking that maybe we could start with just going over what we’ve been learning in class so far,” he cut your concerns short, flipping through the pages of his book until he finally landed on the one he was looking for, “this is Stinksap! I-it's one of my favorites actually. My aunt gave me one for my birthda-”
“Neville, not to be rude or anything but I don’t really care.” You cut him off. The light in his face seemed to dim out as he shook his head in understanding.
“Oh, well that’s alright. If you want we can review last weeks–”
Once again you cut him off with a loud groan. It was bad enough that you had to go to tutoring in general, but the fact that it was Neville, the one person who cared about Herbology, made it so much worse. You knew that there was no way to escape studying, and all you could focus on was how slowly the hands on the clock overhead turned. Two hours seemed to be so far away, and all you wanted was to get out of the library and go back to your dorm where you could do absolutely nothing and be content.
“Look, I don’t want to be here just as much as you don’t want to be here. So let’s just sit here in silence for the next two hours and then part ways. Alright?” You sneered, closing your textbook and going back to stare at the clock.
The boy next to you started to shift uncomfortably back and forth in his seat. He fidgeted with the hem of his sweater for a moment before going on to agree with you once more. Closing his book and replacing it with a small piece of parchment.
You both sat in an awkward silence. The library slowly got emptier as the time went on in a brutally slow pace, the silence occasionally broken by the dinging of chairs and the sound of his quill on the parchment.
You groan. The sound of the parchment fills your ears. You take a bite of the, now cold, pumpkin bread. The sound of the parchment fills your ears. You turn to face the window. The sound of the parchment fills your ears.
And after forty minutes of sitting next to him, and listening to the god-awful sound of his quill, you finally snap.
“STOP IT!” You scream at him in full volume, standing up out of your chair as your ears go red.
The library goes quiet, quieter than usual, as everyone turns to look at you. The turning of book pages, the chatter between friends, and the sound of the parchment now gone. If you were to even take a breath right now, everyone would hear it.
Neville stares at you with an unknowing and rather concerned look, his face flushing in embarrassment as he realizes that everyone is staring right at your table. In one quick motion he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you back down into the chair.
“What’s wrong with you!” he whispers, trying to ignore the glare of everyone surrounding you two. You only roll your eyes and start to pack up your things. You didn’t need to deal with this and you surely weren’t going to force yourself through two hours of pure torture. The repercussion was something you could deal with later, but for right now you needed to go back to your dorm and get away from Neville.
You turn the corner to leave the library but not before hearing his soft voice speak once more.
“I never said that I don’t want to be here.”
—-
It has been two weeks since your tutoring lesson, or lack of, with Neville and things only seemed to get worse. Professor Sprout was furious when she found out about the scene you caused in the library, and about how you failed to stick to her assigned lesson plan.
And that’s how you found yourself here, in the greenhouse, preparing pots for an upcoming lesson. This would be your second home for the next two months.
Despite your constant whining, you started to find some sense of comfort in the greenhouse. You’ve grown accustomed to the echoing of your footsteps in the empty building, and the dripping of water every few seconds. While it was rather eery at first, being alone in a new environment at night, it started to become a nice part of your routine. It was certainly much better than tutoring after all.
However, as the days passed by, you started to feel some sort of looming presence in the greenhouse. One night, you left the faucet to the watering system on. You were already halfway to your common room when you realized, but once you got back to the greenhouse, the faucet was already turned off.
At first, you shook it off as you having a bad memory. But over time, things only got stranger and stranger. You complained about it being too cold in the garden, the next day there would be a sweater, with your house emblem waiting for you on a chair by the front door. You complained about the pots being cracked and there would be a fresh set of newly purchased pots not even a few hours later. There was this one instance where you forgot your backpack, and once you got to your dorm you found it there laying on your bed. How on earth, did your backpack get to your room before you?
You were losing it.
Your friends suggested that it was from a lack of sleep, and that you should talk to the professor about cutting down your workload, but you insisted that you were fine. And while the events truly did startle you, you really were fine, that would be up until today.
—
“(Y/L/N), may I have a word with you after class?” Professor Sprout spoke.
Your train of thought broke as the class turned to stare at you. You lifted your head up before responding. “Yes Professor.”
The remainder of class went by quickly, students rushing out of the room as you went up to the professor's desk. She didn’t seem to notice you at first, and while you’d normally be aggravated due to your lack of patience, you found yourself rather calm. After all, you've grown really close to the Herbology teacher.
You let out a small cough and she finally looked up. “Ah! (Y/N)! Take a seat my dear.” she motioned to you.
You awkwardly sat down in front of the professor. Your mind began to wander as you questioned what she could have called you for. Perhaps she’s extending your punishment, or maybe you messed up really badly last night? You go over the past few days, and nothing completely terrible seems to come to mind.
Finally you speak up. “What did you need to see me for?”
“Oh! I just wanted to check up on you! I know how overwhelming the greenhouse work may get, especially during this time of the year. Have you been alright?” She asked.
“Yeah, everything’s been fine,” you respond, not knowing whether or not you should bring up the strange events that have been happening. After all, Professor Sprout should have a reasonable explanation as to what has been going on, “actually Professor now that you mention in, there has been some strange stuff going o–”
But your concerns get interrupted as she continues to speak.
“And I trust Neville hasn’t been giving you a hard time?”
Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Neville? You hadn’t seen him since two Fridays ago, so why on Earth would she bring him up now?
“Huh? Why would Neville give me a hard time? I haven’t seen him sinc–”
“Oh that’s wonderful to hear! I was worried that he wouldn’t want to help you out after what happened during your tutoring! But he seemed rather excited when I asked him to watch over you. After all, your grade isn’t nearly well off enough for me to trust you alone in the greenhou…..”
But her voice slowly started to fade away as you realized what had happened. It was fucking Neville Longbottom.
—
The corridor is filled with the echoing of your footsteps and your heavy breathing. The items in your backpack making a ruckus as they all clattered together due to your running down the hall. All you could see was red.
“Where the fuck is he?” you thought to yourself, booking it to every corner of the castle. This was it, you finally lost your mind.
As you turned to go back to your common room in a great defeat, you saw him. How could it not be? His tall stature, fluffy hair, and soft hands that you oh so badly wanted to rip out of his sockets.
Neville stood there, talking to himself as he tried to memorize the answers to next week's potions exam, as well as trying to figure out where he could get some more pumpkin bread, as he had heard you mention it to your friends that same morning. He ran a hand through his hair and groaned, “she’s driving me crazy.” As he started turning the corner, he heard a high-pitched screech from down the hall.
He shot back, turning around to see who could be the source of this demonic noise. And there you were. Your whole face red, knuckles white as you clutched the strap of your backpack; you could practically see the steam coming out of your ears.
“This is it,” he thought, “this is how I die.”
“NEVILLE!” You scream once more, running towards the boy whose face looked almost as pale as Malfoy’s, “EXPLAIN YOURSELF!” You began to hit his chest, fist clashing as he attempted to push you away to avoid either of you getting hurt.
“(Y/N), p-please calm down,” he said, trying his best to keep you from hitting him any more, “what are you talking about?”
You stopped your attempts at assault and looked at him. He was staring right back at you, concern written all over his face. “Don’t play dumb, Longbottom.”
He shivered when he heard the way you said his last name. If he would have known any better, he would have thought that you were Draco based on how you said it. Pronounced in the same way that everyone before him has said it, with a hint of disappointment.
“I know that you’ve been with me in the greenhouse!” You finished.
His face went pale. A simple, “Oh.” was all he could manage to spit out. He didn’t know what you wanted to hear, and even worse, he didn’t know what he could say.
After a few more seconds of excruciating silence, you spoke once more.
“So then,” you adjusted the straps of your bag, “what are you, some pervert?”
His tongue nearly fell out of his mouth. “What?”
“I mean, you’ve clearly been watching me! How else would you know to get me a sweater! Or the pots! How else did you manage to get into my room!” You spat. You were more annoyed now than ever, here you were with the evidence that Neville is a creep, but he didn’t want to admit it. You didn’t even care at this point. All you wanted was to be rid of him forever.
“First of all I’m not some pervert,” he stated, going on to move out of your way, “and secondly, the only reason I know those things is because we’re in class together!”
“And?”
“And you talk rather loudly,” he responded, “very loud actually.”
You shoot him a cold glare before hitting him once more on the arm.
“Hey!”
“Okay, and what about my backpack?” You questioned. This was your holy grail, there is no excuse that he could come up with now that could prove to you that he isn’t some sick freak. You awaited his response as he stared at you uncomfortably.
“Oh right, I asked your friend to give it to you.”
You looked at him with a blank expression, embarrassment growing in the apples of your cheeks. The tension in the air grew awkward. So he isn’t a pervert.
He coughed a few times and started shifting back and forth between his feet.
“Anyways, I- I think I’m going to head back now.” He gave you a small nod before heading off.
“Wait Neville,” you called out to him, grabbing his wrist, almost replicating that night in the library, “I’m sorry.”
You looked down at your feet. You were not only embarrassed, but you were extremely disappointed in yourself and your lack of judgment. For years you saw Neville as this dorky git, who couldn’t do anything right. But here you were apologizing to him, as he has been the one that has been keeping your grade somewhat afloat, and taking care of the plants in the greenhouse. Your high ego failed to make you realize that there was no way you could ever keep those plants alive on your own.
A small laugh cracked the tension in the air as Neville gave you a soft smile. “It’s alright (Y/N),” he insisted, “I know how you are.”
“W-What do you mean? We don’t know each other.” You responded, confused by Neville’s choice of words.
“Six years together and you don’t think I pay attention to you?” He rolled his eyes. You felt a blush creep up to your cheeks at his statement. You were about to politely reject his advances before he spoke up again, “not like that! I- I mean, we’ve always had Herbology together and you were always messing up you know? How could I not notice when you almost burnt the classroom down?”
“Oh.” Once again, your ego was crushed. You shook your head and watched as Neville began to walk away. You followed him. Maybe it was the way he looked at you when your face fell, or maybe it was the way that he didn’t seem to shudder when your voice got icy, but something about this boy was different; something about you was different.
“Where are you going?” You asked him, looking up to make eye contact.
“To the greenhouse.” He smiled at you, reaching his hand into his pocket to pull out a small key – an exact copy of the one that you have been using for the past two weeks.
“But, it’s dinner? Why would you go right now?” You asked once more, as the entrance to the greenhouse reached near. Both of your footsteps echoing in the empty hall, for right now and just this moment, it was only you two.
He went up ahead and unlocked the glass door, opening it and moving to the side to let you in first. The scent of blooming petals and dirt hitting your nose all at once, the cold air hugging you tightly. But before you brought yourself to complain or shiver, Neville handed you the sweater.
“Trust me,” he laughed, as he went to smooth out the wrinkles from the fabric, your face flushing as he did so, “you need the help.”
There you sat, watching as the brown-haired boy did your work. The ambiance of the greenhouse now soothing you as his voice filled the room. For the first time in your life, you didn’t complain. Even when the dirt got on your hands, and even when Neville went to clean them for you.
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You break up with him - HP boys edition (Gender Neutral)
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A/N: Hey sexy it's Angel, I'm in the mood to do another listing style post, so this one is about how these HP boys would react when you break up with them, I'm feeling angsty so enjoy I love you. xx
Warnings⚠️: Angst left and right.
Word Count : 1,554
List of Characters:
Harry Potter
Ron Weasley
Neville Longbottom
Oliver Wood
Draco Malfoy
Cedric Diggory
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
Blaise Zabini
𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠…
Harry Potter :
Why you broke up with him 👇🏻
You fell out of love for him.
What he's like during the break-up 👇🏻
He's been in an irritated mood for weeks and people tend to leave him alone because he snaps at anyone who frustrates him even more.
Isolate himself more and more from his friends trying to conquer the sadness and anger himself which takes a toll on him and get him physically sick.
He still looks after you and helps you without your knowledge, if he feels that you're doing something unsafe he'll follow you secretly just to make sure.
When you go and return the stuff that was his he cries over it because you don't need them anymore and that you're finally moving on from him, reality starts to set in for him that this is real.
Tries to act happy and feels better about the break up whenever you bumped into him and ask how he's doing, but nothing convinces you for a second no matter what you just smile it off and let him go with it.
Ron Weasley :
Why you broke up with him 👇🏻
You feel stuck and bored in this relationship.
What he's like during the break-up 👇🏻
Stays in his dorm all day and skips a couple days' worth of classes just thinking and trying to adjust to the breakup.
He takes the opportunity to catch you and see how you're doing, just wondering if you're just as heartbroken as he is over the break-up and when he finds out you're doing better without him he starts to crumble.
He stops eating and would skip meals for days and days, his excuse is that he isn't hungry but then he fell ill and is forced to eat by his siblings and friends.
He surrounds himself with all his friends and would sometimes rant about how miserable he is without and would eventually ends up in tears every time.
He burns all the pictures, clothing, or letters you've ever sent to him so he can finally set you free from him and move on.
Neville Longbottom:
Why you broke up with him 👇🏻
You fell in love with somebody else.
What he's like during the break-up 👇🏻
He spends a lot of time crying in private at night when no one is awake and people would wonder why his eyes look so puffy or why he looks exhausted all the time, but all he does is lie about it.
Looks at old portraits and gifts or smells a piece of clothing he has kept from you just dwelling on the past wishing you'd come back.
He tries to talk to you still and is kind of in denial about the break-up, thinking that he can change your mind and he'll be better for you.
He returns everything that was yours and so did you, but he keeps one thing that was yours just for keepsakes because it reminded him of innocence and it smells like you he couldn't let it all go just like that.
He never tries to get out there and he doesn't even bother to look at other people, basically keeping himself single for the rest of his Hogwarts years to avoid another heartbreak.
Oliver Wood:
Why you broke up with him 👇🏻
He's too busy for you due to quidditch and graduating out of Hogwarts so he's never around.
What he's like during the break-up 👇🏻
Takes his frustration out during Quidditch matches and practices getting extremely irritated by minutes that it's started affecting his performance as a keeper.
Can't stick around when there's a couple near him remembering what it was like when he was with you, he just leaves in annoyance.
He asks around about you to see how you're doing because he feels like a burden trying to talk to you himself and keep tabs on any guys that have been openly flirting with you.
He starts drinking alcohol and uses it as a way to get over the breakup, just to make it a bit easier.
He doesn't care much about Quidditch or Graduating from Hogwarts anymore not until his friends push him to finally move on and take care of himself.
Draco Malfoy:
Why you broke up with him 👇🏻
You fight non-stop with him and it was getting toxic.
What he's like during the break-up 👇🏻
Break and destroy things around him out of frustration and accidentally hurt himself in the process.
Strat's treating you the same as anyone else he dislikes and hates, he'd called you names or brought up something from the past but he does it out of the sadness and the feeling of wanting you back.
He gets a rebound as soon as he can and try to fix it all by going out and being with other people but no matter what it wasn't the same not even close.
He bad-mouths you for a while in front of friends thinking that he hates you for breaking it off with him.
He cries in frustration that he has so much pride preventing him from just coming over to you and saying that he still loves you so much and that he misses you.
Cedric Diggory:
Why you broke up with him 👇🏻
You don't share the same future goals and values.
What he's like during the break-up 👇🏻
Starts affecting his grades and academic performances, he has no motivation to study harder or stay focused in class because all he can think about is you so everything else he has to do in life becomes excruciatingly harder.
Tries his best to still be friends with you or at least be on good terms but he finds it hard to shut down those feelings he had for you before, all he wants to do is kiss you like old times.
He shut out all his friends which is so unlike him and would much rather be alone these days not being seen much around by others.
He begs you that you're making the wrong choice and that he can be better and that the both of you will be able to work out all the obstacles you both faced during your relationship.
He starts making bad decisions and hanging out with the wrong crowd just to get your attention, to get you to care that he's in a bad place and is finding it hard to move on.
Fred Weasley:
Why you broke up with him 👇🏻
Your family disapproves of your relationship with him.
What he's like during the break-up 👇🏻
He barely laughs and jokes around anymore almost to the point where he lost friends because he'd become so distant and completely lost himself in the breakup.
He makes his own mom worried because he's changing drastically and is not being his usual self, but he always ensures her that he's okay which she hardly believes.
He barely starts any sort of pranks or jokes anymore, he usually sits still not really talking to anyone just minding his own business, and even to George he only exchanges a few words before he finished what he needed to do and leaves.
He doesn't want to remain friends with you, because he knows it'll be hard to hide his romantic feelings for you.
Once he gets over the sadness he tries his best to make you jealous just to gain attention or some sort of comment from you saying you miss him or you want him back.
George Weasley:
Why you broke up with him 👇🏻
You don't like the way you are with him, you were happy once but not anymore.
What he's like during the break-up 👇🏻
Just like Fred he barely laughs and jokes around anymore isolating himself a whole lot.
Fred would try to get you off George's mind by suggesting or introducing him to new people that he'd date but it never seems to work out because he's given them all the slightest amount of attention.
He lets Fred do all the pranking and fun alone as he stops being the mitigator of the two, all he cares about is you at the moment.
Uses his beater positions in Quidditch to vent out his feelings about the breakup, so he's even more aggressive than he usually is.
He's less sympathetic during this period of time, not wanting to hear anyone complain or vent to him about anything as it feeds more into his already miserable mood.
Blaise Zabini:
Why you broke up with him 👇🏻
You keep hoping that he'd change his bad decisions and bad behavior.
What he's like during the break up 👇🏻
Gives you dirty looks whenever you're in class together or when you bumped into each other around the Hogwarts castle.
Threatens anyone that tries to get with you despite you not being his anymore, he just doesn't want you to get hurt again and he's feeling selfish.
He tries to avoid you and act like you don't exist even though it hurts him not to be able to talk to you or look at you.
He starts doing everything you always said you hated about him even more just to annoy you and get your attention.
Like Draco he tries to get a rebound and shows off that he's doing great without you, but on the inside, he's suffering loads.
Hi, uh, could I request some headcannons for reader manhandling Neville?
(first time requesting lol)
OH MY GOD YES THIS IS SO- I might make this a fic cuz I never realized how much I love this concept until right now.
Let's get this straight Neville may be the softest little sweetheart to the outside world, but with you? WHORE
warning; nsfw !!
You honestly didn't see it coming. Because he's so quiet? The first time you had sex with any kind of dynamic, he just moaned out begging to be choked. And of course, you gave in.
Sometimes he worries you because he can and will start crying every time you're rough with him so you're constantly asking his color and it's always an enthusiastic "green" (we'll say almost always; more on that in a sec)
When I tell you Nev cannot get enough of you pulling his hair. Especially if you're pegging him and you pull his hair to bring his head closer to you so you can whisper the dirtiest things in his ears- merlin.
He gets so floaty when you manhandle him. It makes him feel weirdly safe? You're the only person who he enjoys getting hurt by. He knows he can trust you and can bring his guard down with you.
He loves being bit and bruised by you. He's so sensitive and feeling your skin on his teeth- he could cum right then and there!
Or, if you grab him real hard on his thighs or waist and you leave little fingertip bruises? He gets so subby just seeing them :( .
Speaking of hickeys, he feels so naughty (in the best way possible) knowing his body is all marked up underneath his conservative dress. All his hickeys, scratches, and bruises, only for you to see...
I don't see him being into impact play. Especially not being slapped, maybe a cheeky spank here and there but nothing too much.
You had to find that out the hard way... You tried to slap him once without warning and you could tell immediately he was not into it. You had to stop the scene and apologize.
I DO think he likes groping though, if you two are alone he loves feeling vulnerable with you and just getting felt up by you at random times. I've seen concepts where the sub would wear a collar that signified that they were "free-use" for their dom to toy with at any time and I think Neville would be ALL over that.
Just a reminder I have an ask event going on for 500 followers for anyone interested!
How Harry Potter boys would react to you moving your hand closer to theres.
-Harry Potter
.He wouldn’t know how to react at first he’d be a little caught off guard.
. He hold your hand softly not really knowing what to do.
. Once he finally got used to it. He’d love the feeling of your hand in his he’d find it calming
-Ronald Weasley
. He’d get flustered by the feeling of your hand begin to slowly move closer to him.
. He would keep silent only speaking if you where to say something not wanting to ruin the moment
. Ron would find it really cute thsg you wanted to hold his hand and would sit there looking at you.
. And if you where rest your head on his shoulder he’d melt on the spot.
-Fred Weasley
. When he felt your hand slowly touching he couldn’t hide the smile.
. Of course he would end up teasing you saying things such as you can just grab my hand or your wouldn’t be a very good spy your not particularly secret.
. If you got flustered by his teasing he’d laugh at you even more.
. And if he ever felt your hand move away he’d bring your hand back and hold onto it tighter
-George Weasley
. When he’d feel your hand on his he couldn’t help but blush and become all nervous.
. He would love the feeling of your hand on his especially if you brushed your thumb softly against his hand his head would be spiralling.
. He didn’t want you to ever move away from him and if you even tried he take a tight hold of your hand not to tight to hurt you though.
- Cedric Diggory
. Before you even had chance to take hold of his hand he’d already have your hand in his
. If you where walking he would move your hand back and fourth showing you off letting everyone know your his girl
. If it was a cold day outside he would wrap his arm around your shoulder making sure to keep a tight grip on your hand.
-Draco malfoy
. At first he wouldn’t really know what to do.
. He’d not move his hand away but wouldn’t grab your hand first.
. Once he became a little more comfortable he’d grab your hand softly but with a secure grip.
. If anyone where to say anything about it he would became very flustered and embarrassed.
characters included. harry potter, ron weasley, george weasley, fred weasley, neville longbottom, draco malfoy
: ̗̀➛ harry potter
harrys dick is average sized. 5.5 inches, slight girth, and veiny. he doesn’t care to shave himself clean, though he does trim and keep it neat.
: ̗̀➛ ron weasley
rons cock is a good 6.5/7 inches in length, though he’s thick. his tip is slightly larger than his shaft. the carpet matches the drapes, though he keeps himself cleanly shaved.
: ̗̀➛ fred weasley
10 inches in length, thick but veiny. fred’s got a bright red tip that matches his trimmed hair. his balls are larger than others.
: ̗̀➛ george weasley
also 10 inches, however, he’s slightly thinner in width and has a slight curve to him. doesn’t care to shave, nor trim.
: ̗̀➛ neville longbottom
a thick boy, 6 inches with a plump red tip. neville’s veins pop through his large width. he keeps himself shaved
: ̗̀➛ draco malfoy
thin and long, 8 inches with blue veins and pale skin. absolutely shaves himself regularly, prides himself in his length
pairing: neville longbottom x fem!reader
word count: 1.9k
tags: rated G, house-neutral reader, outsider POV, fluff, pre-relationship, injury mentioned but not in explicit detail, Y/N used
summary: neville jumps to your rescue during an apparition lesson gone wrong.
note: set in sixth year, it’s less neville’s friends knowing he’s stupidly in love with you and more so neville’s friends knowing you’re both stupidly in love with each other. i skimmed over chapter 18 of HBP for canon compliancy’s sake, and i had a lot of fun writing this one. enjoy and thanks for reading!
request: (anon) “Can I ask for a part 3 of your girl/part 2 of crush where we get more moments of nevilles friends knowing he’s in love but in later years? The series is some of the best writing I’ve seen on Tumblr and you’re so talented <3″ [x]
(crossposted here to AO3)
“I’m just saying, Ronald, it wouldn’t kill you to be a little more—”
“Ronald, it wouldn’t kill you to be a little more—”
“Oh, mocking me again? Hilarious, really. That one certainly never gets old.”
“It’s not my fault you’re too bloody uptight to take a joke!”
“And it’s not my fault you’re too empty-headed to come up with anything original!”
Harry sighed as Ron and Hermione descended into yet another petty fight. They’d been at each other’s throats for months now, ever since Lavender had firmly attached herself to Ron’s side (and attached her mouth to his mouth, constantly), and Harry was getting quite tired of it.
It was Saturday morning—the morning of their second Apparition lesson—and despite the fact that the three of them had walked to the Great Hall together, Ron and Hermione had been so busy having a spat that they hadn’t said a single word to Harry the whole way there. So it wasn’t at all surprising that neither of them seemed to notice when Harry stepped away and swiftly headed off in the opposite direction.
He loved Ron and Hermione dearly, of course, but if he had to listen to them fight for a single minute longer he was certain he’d go insane.
pairing: neville longbottom x fem!reader
word count: 3.1k
tags: rated G, house-neutral reader, outsider POV, fluff, pre-relationship, Y/N used
summary: three times neville’s friends knew he had a crush on you.
note: my first request yay! this idea stuck in my head and i couldn’t do anything else until i finished it. even though each of these scenes are referenced directly in the first part, this can probably still be read as a standalone. enjoy and thanks for reading!
request: @typicallydepressedandanxious “I know you’re currently editing a Neville fic, but I was wondering if you could do a kind of part two to ‘your girl’
More so just each time someone in the group thought Neville had a crush on the reader? That part was just so cute and fluffy and I wanna read more of it.” [x]
(crossposted here to AO3)
September 1, 1991:
Hermione stepped out of yet another compartment and shut the door behind her, muffling the giggles that followed her out into the corridor: a group of girls—sixth years at least—who’d been just as rude as they were unhelpful. Honestly, she thought to herself, exasperated, what’s so funny about a missing toad?
Neville still looked to be on the verge of tears, just as he had for the past half hour. He’d been far too frazzled to be of any real use during their search for Trevor, and it didn’t help that he seemed to be rather shy, but Hermione didn’t mind doing the most of the legwork. It was better that Neville followed her lead, anyway.
“Oh, we’re never going to find him, are we?” Neville despaired.
“We’ve still got one more car to look through,” Hermione said. She was nothing if not determined. “Come on, he must be here somewhere, I’m sure of it.”
The two of them moved further along down the Hogwarts Express, entering the final passenger car on the train. Hermione turned to the first compartment, Neville lingering over her shoulder, and abruptly slid open the door, startling the four students inside.
“Have any of you seen a toad? Neville’s lost his,” Hermione asked for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon.
The two boys who’d been chatting on the left side exchanged baffled looks with one another. On the right side, a slightly older girl slumped against the window was blinking in confusion, only half-awake from the nap she’d been taking.
And next to her was you, an open book resting in your lap.
*~.It’s so comforting to know I can stay up till 2 am reading the most toe curling, filthy, plotless smut in a warm bed on thanksgiving break. This is what the holidays are all about. *~.
Summary: George doesn’t have the courage to ask you out, so Fred gives him a hand, but things don’t go as planned.
Pairing: George Weasley x Reader
Word count: 1.3k
Warnings: angst, fluff
A/N: As always, please remember English is not my first language. Thanks to @allyjoe755 for proofreading this!
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“You should ask her.”
George sighed at his brother’s insistence. It wasn’t the first time they had had this conversation.
“You know she’ll say yes.”
“No, I don’t know, which is why I’m not asking.”
The redhead was beginning to regret telling his twin brother that he liked you more than just a friend. Fred had made it his personal mission to make him ask you out on a date with the presumption that you felt the same way.
“How can you know that?” George told him in one of their most recent arguments. Fred Weasley couldn’t read people’s minds. He had no way of knowing how you felt about his brother. And George wasn’t about to jeopardize six years of friendship over a crush and his stupid brother’s persistence.
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