(part 1 here!! part 2 here!! 3/3 shy raven claw reader? fist time writing draco? bit angst? longer fic sorrrry? slow burn?)
........................................You get a knock on your door, open it and see Hermione, Harry, And Ron all budging into your room. "So what are you going to wear?" Hermione asked digging through your closet Harry and Ron sat in your bed trying to talk to you asking questions, everyone's voices are over lapping making you feel small and nervouse again.
You stand there quietly untill everyone stops.. "i-i don't know.." "YOU DONT KNOW!!" The three of them yell.
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After long hours of talking and getting ready you end up with a long tight fitting black dress with long sleeves and a little blue scarf. You thank them as they walk you out. "You look so beautiful love!" Hermione said hugging you. "Text us okay?" Harry told you with his hand on your shoulder making you laugh. Ron didn't say anything but his green eyes is all that it took to let you know he was jealous.
On your way there, you texted Luna and Blaise about the date, they both wished you luck and to have a good time. Blaise gave you a longer chat, making sure you knew what you were in for.
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You texted Draco to let him know you were outside waiting for him. After two minutes he comes out wearing a black turtleneck with black trousers and a a green belt with a big black coat.
"Hello yln." He said, he wasn't smiling or playful, he was serious. "Malfoy." You respond nodding. It was quiet at first, very awkward quietness. "Let's go." He said before walking slowly.
Walking down the halls as your heels clack on the floor was so awkward. You were very nervous, you looked down and a familiar feeling was stuck in your stomach. Your hair covered your face just like it use to do. Draco never looked down at you, he was looking straight forward and kept walking.
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You guys get to the shop and order. After that silence once again. Hair still in your face as you look down at the table quiet, barely breathing. Draco was the mostly the opposite. He was sitting up looking very confident but just like you quiet. Once the coffee came he broke the silence.
"Here to waste my time yln?" He seemed almost mad. "n-no-" He cuts you off, famously what he loves to do. "Then why did you invite me here, wasting my night with you." He shakes his head as he sips his coffee. "Did you think this was a date?"
Was it not? You wanted to get to know him over coffee, that's pretty much what a date is right? As nervous as you felt, you remembered Draco loved when you acted more confident. You take a deep breath and tuck your hair behind your ear. His piercing green eyes and blond hair made you so nervous but you push out,
"Are you in a relationship with P-Pansy.. currently." You said as you sat up straight as you try not to stumble on your words. Finally he smirks, he looks you up and down then tilts his head. "So you did think this was a date." You look at him with a straight face silently gulp.
He sips his coffee once more, "No, I am currently not in a relationship with Pansy. I wasn't dating her during the party either. She came up to me and you walked away." "Well yeah, she wrapped herself around you, why wouldn't i think you guys were dating." "You didn't ask or stand up for what you wanted. Tsk tsk yln.. i thought ravenclaws were supposed to be smart?" He ended that sentence with a chuckle. Merlin, he irritated you.
You clench your jaw at his stupid remark. "Am i getting under your skin." He playfully pouted before chuckling. He lays his elbow on the table, catching his face in his palm. "I'm not into her anymore, i'm into someone else." He said locking eyes with you. Your face loosened up and your eyes grow softer and bigger. Draco seemed distracted by your huge eyes, his own flicking back and forth between them.
He clears his throat and he sits up once more. "Is that all yln. A quick coffee date is what you wanted?" "I want you to walk around the shops with me." You say softly picking up the coffee cup to drink. "Merlin no! I don't wanna be seen with you. Pansy is out today."
"I didn't stutter malfoy, i want you to walk around with me." Draco looked at you with a frustrating look. "If you knew Pansy was out today, why come on a coffee date with me?" He scoffed, "Fine." He rolls his eyes dramatically making you chuckle.
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You and Draco walk around in the cold night. Walking past stores that caught your eye, Draco didn't seem to be into any until you walked past a street vendor. He usually walks looking straight ahead but this time his head follows the vendor as you guys walk by.
"Did you want something from there?" You ask him. You turn around and saw it was an old lady who sold nice bracelets. "Merlin no. My father would kill me if i bought something from a vendor on the street. He chuckled. You grab his arm and drag him back. His eyes widened at the quick movement.
As he looks around you watch his face and his eyes, once you notice his eyes lock you look down and see a black beaded bracket with a silver cross.
"You like this one?" You pointed at it.
"Yes, it looks very, nice." He said trying not to smile. Quickly you buy it and the lady thanks you then adding a quick comment, "You make a beautiful couple."
You and Draco lock eyes before he responds, "t-thank you." and nods. You both walk off, once again you lock eyes and start to laugh leaning into each other. You hand him the bracelet, before he can grab it, you slid it into his wrist. For a while, he admired it, "Thank you, yn." He said looking forward trying to hid his smile.
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As it gets later you decide to go back to hogwarts. You both go back and Draco walks you to your dorm thanking you for a fun night out before walking off awkwardly. As soon as you get into the dorms you run to luna's room and squeal and call Hermione
Hermione answered almost immediately, "HOW WAS IT!!??" she yelled excitedly. "Okay so it was very awkward at first, then we got more comfortable. He kept bringing up Pansy so i told him it was about me and him, not her. Then we walked around and i bought him a bracelet and i swear, he was trying not to smile. On everything ever, he was blushing when i put the bracelet on."
"Draco Malfoy dosnt BLUSH at girls putting bracelets on him!" Harry said jokingly. "Hi harry." Luna said softly, how she usually talked. "Oh hey luna!" He said with more emotion. "Ron is here too but he's pretending not to care."
"i DO care!" Ron shouted from across the room making you guys laugh.
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Later that night you called Blaise telling him the same story, he responded
"He likes you bad yn. He came into the common room all gitty and when we asked about it he told us to go away and leave him alone. He was smiling the whole time then hid in his room. Usually, he comes back and complains about the girl, but he didn't even tell us he was going on a date with you. Theo and Enzo found out because of me."
"You're absolutely just feeding my ego." You laughed.
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Next day at school, You notice Draco was looking at you but instead of it being scary, it was nice. He smirked when you made eye contact making you smile back. You even noticed something on his left wrist in potions when he has his sleeves rolled up. It was the bracelet you bought him.. It made your stomach flutter and face turn pink.
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After a week of across the room, non verbal flirting, you get a text.
draco:
"Isn't your birthday tomorrow?"
You had no clue how he knew, it's not like you were talking about it.
You:
"yeah, gonna hangout with hermione and her friends, ofc luna and neville too. Blaise was gonna take me out the day after."
After saying that, maybe Blaise told him?
draco:
"Let me take you out today then?"
you:
"I'm not busy, what time?"
draco:
"4:00, i'll be waiting outside in the halls."
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You call Hermione as it got closer to 4:00, you get ready as you call her. Once you're done, she gives you good luck kisses through the phone and hangs up. You walk out into the common room and see Luna.
"hello yn." She says without looking up from the book she was reading. "Hey luna." You walk up behind her and see her reading an upside down book. "another date with malfoy?" She ask, dragging her finger across the page like she has no problem reading. "Yesss, he's outside right now, very nervouse." You say in a high picked voiced. "don't let me keep you here, have fun yln." "Love you lovegood", You say before leaving, "me too!" She shouts.
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You walks down the halls with Draco, same familiar quietness but less awkward. You look down, but this time not out of nervousness, instead out of curiosity.
"Wore that bracelet all week?" You say chuckling. "Well it was a gift." He smirked looking down at you with his hands in his pockets. "Speaking of gift.." He says and it catching your attention, when you look up at him again, he gives you a little bag.
"Awe, thank you draco." You say chuckle. He clears his throat and his smile drops and looks away, "just open it."
You open it and see a silver neck with matching earrings. It's shiny and beautiful. "merlin.. draco.." You say holding up the necklace. "It's beautiful, thank you!" You say excitedly. You almost try to hug him but you get too nervous. Immediately, you put on the necklace and earrings.
Draco looks down at you as you twirl around. "What do you think?" "Obviously the jewelry looks beautiful, i picked it out myself." He said full of pride. "you look fine too." He said lower and quieter.
"Hello? Is the Draco Malfoy nervouse about buying a girl some jewelry?" You say giggling. "That jewelry cost a lot of money, i don't buy gifts like that for people usually." He turns a way once more, you swear you saw him smile, and you know for a fact, his ears turned slightly pink.
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He takes you out to dinner and shops. He buys you much more jewelry and clothes. Even keychains. He spent so much money on you today, you couldn't help yourself but hug him.
He gets stiff and dosn't move, almost like a statue. He eventually brings his hands up and pats your back.
"Thank you so much Malfoy." You say looking up at him with your big eyes and bright smile. His glare grew weak and softer. A soft smile appears on his face and a slight shade of pink he turned. Before you can say anything else you were interrupted.. Interrupted by a girl calling Draco's name.
"Draco!!" She called out, causing you both to look. Quickly Draco lets go of you, you let him go just as quick. It's a girl you are both well familiar with.. Pansy Parkinson.
"Hello babe!!" She said running up to him. He grabs his arm and attempts to drags him towards her. He's stronger than her, they both know that, but Draco lets him get dragged by her as she hugs him. "Who is that?.." She said looking at you. Her tone was dry and rude.
You look down. Same familiar feeling. Stomach aches, head hurts, hair even falls infront of your face. You feel small, like you shrink right in front of them.
"Awww, you bought be gifts?" She said letting go of him, grabbing the bags he was holding, before she could start digging and looking in them, Draco stood her.
"Those are for my girlfriend." He said stern. He was standing straight up, no guilt or doubt in how he spoke.
"You want to date again? Sure!! I would move too." Pansy responded. As she tried to look into the bag again, he takes them from her and puts a hand around your waist.
"Pansy, get over it, i said they were for my girlfriend." You look up at the contact you felt. Did he really call you his girlfriend in front of his ex??
"Her?" Pansy said before laughing. "Isn't that the really shy girl?" Her done changed from rude to sweet, "Draco, baby, just come back with me, remember how good we were together?" She said fluttering here eye lashes. She touches his arm softly in a shameless way to flirt. He steps back, and guides you to turn around. He just.. walks away..?
"Draco.. Hey! Draco, come back. You're making a mistake!-" Pansy shouts as you walk off.
He hands you the present, "Happy birthday yn," He moves the hair away from your face then digs into a bag. It's the same jewelry bag of earlier. He takes out a necklace box, He opens it and ask, "Can i be your boyfriend?"
You lift yo the necklace, it's silver with a heart, you flip it around and see the initials, "DM", engraved in the front. As you admire it, he takes out another one, it's a silver necklace but it's for him, it's a heart with your initials carved into it. For a minute you don't respond.
How do you even respond, this guy you really like, is really popular, and very rich, wants to date you? He's buying you all this stuff just for yo he birthday?
"i-is it too much..?" Draco asked. It was the first time you've ever heard him stutter.
"Y-Yess! Draco i would love to be your girlfriend!" You say looking him in the eye. He smiles more clearly and blushes.
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Once you get back to Hogwarts, he walks you to the common room and kisses your cheek. "Good night yn, happy birthday." Then walks off.
You can't lie, you geeked out.
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"YOU'RE DATING DRACO MALFOY-" Harry screamed before you jump on him to cover his mouth. "Merlin Harry, sush.." You say looking around to make sure nobody heard, unfortunately, you make eye contact with Hermione with her mouth tight open.
"WHAT..?" She's shocked and yelled. Ron once more didn't say anything, only rolled his eyes.
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You sit in your own common room, talking to Luna and Neville and Neville brings something up. "So, yn.. wanna tell us something about that date with.. Draco..?"
"what about it?" Luna asked, looking confused.
"malfoy asked to.. be my boyfriend.." you say shyly. Luna's eyes brighten, "woah.. yn, really??" She sits up and congratulates you. She tells you to be careful and make sure he dosent do anything bad to you. You thank you, she's always so nice.
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Later at night, you text Blaise about what happened.
blaise:
"RLLY?? HE HASNT TOLD US ANYTHING???"
you:
"YO, IS THAT.. BAD?? WHY ISNT HE TELLING HIS FRIENDS, IVE TOLD ALL MY FRIENDS??"
blaise:
"actually you know what, he did walk in smiling and giggly, he's not a very, romantic nor open person. It's alr very weird to see him smiling so much. He really like you, he's been more.. joyful."
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Before you go to sleep, Draco texted you goodnight, and happy birthday as it hit midnight. In fact, all your friends texted you happy birthday. That's when you knew, you improved too who you where just a few months before.
Plenty of friends, most of them are very popular, and a sexy popular boyfriend wanted by many. You win!
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dats it 👅 thank you for reading, sorry if the ending was boring i tried. lmk if i can improve in anywayyy??? school got in the way.. please help me improveeee
(part 1 here!! 2/3 shy raven claw reader? fist time writing draco? bit angst? longer fic sorrrry? slow burn?)
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You both sit on a bench, right outside of the dorms as he pats your back. "He didn't like touch you or anything right?" "No, but he tried to kiss me." "Do you not like him? Many girls do."
You turn to him, "He's an asshole!!" You groan into your hands and he walks you to the Ravenclaw dorm laughing.
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You take everything off you were wearing and get ready for bed. As you were taking off your clothes, you found a note with a number on it. You threw it away and went to bed.
The note kept coming back to you, you kept rolling around as curiosity filled your mind. You couldn't take anymore and you get up and call the number. It rung three times before they hung up. You were confused but they clearly weren't interested. As you threw the note away once more and put ur phone down to charge, you get a text.
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unknown number:
"Not now. I can text tho."
You laughed at how they typed.
you:
"who is this??"
unknown number:
"Meet me later tonight?
you:
"absolutely not 😭 who even are you"
unknown number:
"You'll know when you find out."
you:
"i'm dead, why are you trying to be mysterious.."
unknown number:
"I'm so sad you left early. I hope to see you tomorrow at school."
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You laugh at this randoms confidence, literally who is this. You leave them on seen and go to sleep. You get text later that night but decide to ignore them.
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You check your phone and see multiple messages from the stranger. "Still down to meet up? "You arnt ignoring me are you?" "Did you fall asleep" "If you knew who i was, you would answer without thinking twice.".
If they thought you were so cool then why were they double texting. You laughed and ignored it once more. Before you can get ready you see a message from the same number.
unknown number:
"Goodmorning, still ignoring me i see?"
You roll your eyes. You can't show how else you're clearly uninterested.
you:
"stop texting me"
unknown number:
"Can't wait to see you today."
Fucking weirdo.. Whatever, you get ready and go on with your day.
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During lunch you sit with Hermione and her friends, you invited Luna who you already know is friends with Neville.
Everyone is talking and you're still thinking about who could possibly be texting you. "You okay love?" Hermione asked you. "You seem so dazed."
"Yeah, i'm good. It's just.. this random keeps texting me." Hermione looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, "Who did you give your number too?" "Nobody, somebody slipped their number underneath my clothes somehow so i texted it and they're being mysterious." "I don't know, shrug it off until you're able to find out who it could be"
"Hey your hair is tucked behind your ear." Harry pointed out. "Feeling more comfortable around us now?" Ron chuckled right after. "uh yeah.. i suppose" You look down and smile awkwardly.
"That slytherin boy is looking right at us." Luna says. Your heart dropped as quick as your smile. You look at the slytherin table and see nobody looking.
"Do you know which one?" You asked Luna. She looks at you with her wide eyes and smiles "Malfoy."
Neville overhears, "Is he texting you?" You laugh "He dosnt want me that bad, does he?" You turn to the slytherin table one more time and see Draco staring, looking away once you lock eyes.
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Next class you sat across from Draco, and you swear you saw him looking at you. You never look up at him. Once the bell rings. You pack your stuff. You notice Malfoy was packing his stuff more slowly than he usually does. He's quick and off to his next class but today, he almost matches your pace. As you leave he walks towards the door like he's trying to catch up to you. He walks past you and bumps your shoulder harshly, "watch where ur going yln." he says as he stomps away.
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Once classes are over you head to your dorm and see Draco Malfoy once more. His friends, Theo, Enzo, and Blaise are walking right by him all talking and laughing. With your new found confidence you decide to walk right past and just go straight to the dorms. As you look straight and walk by somewhat awkwardly, Draco bumps into you again but stronger. It caused you to fall to the ground. You were surrounded by three slytherin boys, some of the girls wet dream.
Blaise offers you a hand, "You okay?" You look at at him, the deadly charming smirk he had on his face irritated you. You take his hand and he pulls you up like you weighed nothing. "Thank you-" You were interrupted by him tucking your hair behind your ear. "Beautiful face you have-" He said before being interrupted by Malfoy. "Leave her alone Blaise. Let's go." He was stern and direct. "Awe, come on draco, you knocked her over. Why don't you atleast buy her coffee or something." Draco's face turns somewhat red, he's not flushed but angry.
Theo and Enzo look at eachother and walk towards Draco waving at Blaise to just leave you alone. "Why, she was in my way." He walks towards you, towering over you making you feel weak. He looks down at you, "Watch where you're going, it's the third time you've bumped into me already." Draco turns away dramatically to his two other friends waiting for Blaise to comply. Blaise looks down at you, "Let me take you out then. Yeah?"
What..? A slytherin boy wants to hangout with you? Your face turns pink, and face turns to the ground again. "i-i'm okay, it's okay. Thank you though." Before you can walk away he pulls his phone out. "I insist, as an apology for my friends terrible behavior? You free tomorrow afternoon?" "i mean yeah, it's Saturday.. i'm free" He hands you his phone, and you enter your number. "Pink looks nice on you." Before walking off.
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You enter the gryffindor common room and see ron and harry sitting down. You slump down next to them causing them to be confused. "Are you okay..?" Harry asked. "Where's h-hermione?" "Uh, she's in her room probably studying, you need her?" You nod and Harry gets up to get her. "What happened?" Ron asked.
"I have a date with Blaise Zabini." You say looking straight at him. Ron's eyebrows slightly furrow, "what." He chuckled. "These slytherin boys need to leave you alone." He said rolling his eyes. "You're not going right?" Hermione asked standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. "Well, he was nice and-"
"I don't want you to get your heart broken love." She said walking towards you. What dat mean.. kinda rude but whatever. She grabs your hands, "i'm happy you're more confident and considering dating now, but a popular boy like Blaise will date you for maybe two weeks." "I don't want him, but he said he'll buy me coffee-" "For what?" Ron chuckled. "I can buy you coffee.."
Harry bumped his arm with his shoulder.
What dat mean..
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You're getting ready in Hermione's room for the date with Blaise. You wore a long black skirt with an off the shoulder tight black long sleeve. You had a silver belt with a dainty but noticeable silver necklace with silver hoop earrings. You did your make up beautifully and soft. She spins you around before sending you out.
As you walk into the common room, Ron and Harry were sitting on the couches doing nothing. You caught there eye as you where the only one besides them who was there. "blimey.." Ron said underneath his breath. "You look great yn" Harry said chuckling. Harry gets up and Ron just watches pathetically, stuck to the couch. Harry holds out his arm and you hold him as he walks you to the door.
"If he does anything weird or flakes out, call me. You have my number?" You let go of his hand at the door and giggle. "Yes i'll call you if anything happens." You smile at how comfortable you've become around more people. "Text me and heroine when you get there and when he shows up okay?" You giggle again, "yes i will-"
Ron interrupts, "y-yeah, text me too.." Harry and you look at Ron. He looks so awkward and is sinking into the couch almost trying to disappear. "Yep i'll do that."
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As you leave the campus, you see Blaise sitting on the stairs. He turns around when he hears your foot steps. "Thought u was going to get you go all by yourself?" He smirked.
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Once you get there, you created a group chat and texted them all he waited for you and you guys went together.
hermione:
"AWE!! That's so cute!"
ron:
"so what, he waited? Isn't that like the bare minimum?"
harry:
"it's the thought that counts ronald. Have fun yn!"
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The date was fun. It was awkward at first only because of you. Blaise was smooth and was able to carry the conversation like you knew eachother forever. You envied his conversation skills and confidence. Now you guys were walking around, looking at stores and still talking.
"How come you're out of your little shell." Blaise asked walking with his hands in his pocket. "oh uh, i don't know. I guess after the party at your guy's dorm, it kinda pushed me out." "You know draco still talks about that." You heart stoped. "huh.." You asked trying to act almost like you had no clue what he was talking about. "That's why i wanted to come out, i wanted to talk about him. He's not completely evil. He can be nice and caring if he really cares about you. I do warn you he recently got back with his ex, Pansy. He still brings you up. Just.. consider him."
Really, does draco malfoy really want you?..
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You lay in bed trying to think about today. It was so much fun, who knew a slytherin could be so nice. You roll around giggling about the situation.
You get a text. From the same unknown number again. You pick up ur phone.
unknown number:
"How was your date with Blaise."
you:
"is this draco?"
draco:
"Finally figure it out?"
you:
"what do you want"
draco:
"What, we can't talk."
Whatever. You roll your eyes and go to sleep, or try to. You can't help but think of draco. He's blond hair and his quick witty response.
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A few weeks go by and you've become more confident in yourself. A few reason is being become good friends with Blaise, hanging out normally now. Now you can carry a conversation, you fee more comfortable around people you don't even know, stuttering less and talking more. You be became closer with Hermione's friends, specifically Ron, he took you out on that coffee date.
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You and Blaise are hanging out in the slytherin kitchen. Draco, Theo, and Enzo sitting on the couches. "You know, Draco gets mad whenever we hangout." Blaise whispers in your ear making you laugh. "Really?-" "Are you guys going to stop flirting and come join us?" Draco interrupted you. Blaise looks at you making you giggle again.
You sit down and join their conversation. Blaise moved closer to you because he liked to make draco angry. "We're thinking of having another party, you guys gonna come?" Enzo asked you and Blaise. "Yeah of course." Blaise chuckled. "Yeah, i'll probably go with Hermione and her friends-" "Again?"
Draco just loved to cut you off. "You're not going to leave early again, are you?" His comment makes your face turn pink. Even though your not into him, he tried to kiss you at a time you where most shy. "uh.. no i-i'll stay longer this time." you stutter again.
Something about Draco make you stutter a lot, you felt nervous when talking around him. He's so mean and stright forward it scared you.
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Day of the party came. You're hanging out with Hermione and her friends. Once again, you've found yourself drinking only with Neville, leaving Blaise to hit on a random girl, nothing new.
"Have you seen Draco tonight." Neville asked you. "I'm so tired of him, people always seem to talk about him all the time-" He interrupted you, "No he's been looking at you- US this the whole time.. I don't wanna get jumped yn." Neville was so funny sometimes you couldn't help but laugh. You felt more comfortable so you hit his arm and laugh. You've sat so close to each other but you guys didn't seem to care.
A whole night of drinking led to you being pretty drunk, who knew. Neville of course stood with you the entire time but drinking raised your ego.
"What is draco's problem.. i-imma go tell him something" You get up and Neville holds your arm. "Let's not, your drunk, let me walk you back to your dorm because i'm sure Blaise is gonna get busy tonight." "no, i wanna talk to draco, that little bitch is always interrupting me." You walk over to him as Neville follows you through the crowd.
"Malfoy!" You yell out as he turns around from the kitchen. He smirks and looks down at you as you get closer to his chest. You point at him poking his chest with a stern voice, "W-why are you so.. "So what yln. Come on, finish your sentence." He leans down once again towering over you. You feel scared, just like you did at the last party. "Why are you such an asshole." "How so?"
"You're so rude, and you get mad whenever me and Blaise hangout and you never text me anymore-" "So you liked it when i texted you?" Your face turns pink, did you? You're not even sure. You hated it, it was annoying. You missed it almost. Was it his attention?
"No-" "I don't know yln.." He said teasingly, "Seems like you missed it." He tilted his head, fuck when did he get so sexy.. You stare at him quietly with a frustrated look on your face.
"Draco!" A girls voice called out. He dosnt look up, his still tilted looking down at you, almost admiring you. A girl wraps her arm around his neck. You look at her, fuck. She was so pretty. Beautiful black hair with a bob?.. Pansy Parkinson.
You forgot they were dating. Before you can cry you turn away and walk off just to hear Draco call out, "I'll text you tonight then!"
"Are you okay?" Neville asked, he was waiting and watching you guys making sure you didn't do anything stupid. "mhm, walk me to my dorm please.."
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Next day you wake up to Blaise in your room. He was sitting on your desk chair on his phone. You catch his attention by sitting up. "Good morning, i left you water by your bed." He pointed by the night stand. After you take a sip, "Why are you here?" "Neville asked me to stay with you, he said he dosnt know how to take care of drunk people." You laughed. "He also told me you told Draco something-" You interrupted him by yelping and picking up your phone to see a few messages from draco.
draco:
"Just saw you leave. Guess you don't want to talk."
draco:
"Party is practically over, pansy left too with her friends. Such a shame. If only you were here."
draco:
"Goodnight yln."
As your reading he sent you a new message.
draco:
"Goodmorning"
"Read right away huh? Cant ignore me much longer?"
you:
"shut up malfoy. i just woke up and checked my phone"
draco:
"Can't even say good morning? Inflated ego??"
you:
"you cannot be talking"
You roll your eyes and ask Blaise, "Are Draco and Pansy still dating?" "No they broke up again, but they keep in touch, you know how they are."
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Later that day you lay in bed, everyone is gone and it's just you. You feel so lonely. Draco comes back into your mind. Should you text him. It's only him that seems to be texting first and Pansy and him arnt technically together. Why not?
you:
"doin anything tonight?"
You throw your phone and put your head down into your pillow. You get nervous as you hear your phone buzz. You take a peak..
draco:
"What's with the sudden interest?"
you:
"merlin draco, just answer"
draco:
"I'm free, nothing planned today."
you:
"coffee?"
draco:
"I'm not sure how pansy will feel about this. She might get mad at us."
you:
"I'm asking what you want to do, not pansy."
draco:
"Confident all of a sudden, sure, you escorting me?"
you:
"i'll be outside your dorm by 6, dress nice."
draco:
"Of course."
OOOOOH MY FUCKING GOD?? A date with malfoy.. Immediately you text the gc
you:
"guess who's going on a date with draco malfoy.."
harry:
"merlin's beard yn what did you do."
hermione:
"WHAT.. YN IM COMING RIGHT NOW."
ron:
"Malfoy.. you said yes to him?"
you:
"he said yes to me, i asked himmm out.."
hermione:
"STOP WERE COMING"
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Working on part threeee right away sorry i luv long fics sm🥹🥹
(PART 1!/3 shy ravenclaw reader? first time writing draco? bit angst? Long fic sorrry? Slow burn?)
You start your day off like you would do on any other day, getting into ur uniform and fixing your appearance. You never like to showed off, not like there was much to show off, but you wore a long sleeve everyday, uniform was baggier then most, black tights and longer skirt. You hair was always down, bangs covered your face, not in an emo way, you just always had your head down.
You walk out of the dorms into the hall and see one of two friends you had, Luna Lovegood. She didn't care how shy you were or how unconfident you felt, she was good to you and that's all that mattered. You both walk to your first class and split up into your assigned seats. You met your second friend, Hermione Granger. She whispered to you,
"After school, meet me in the library, Harry and Ron need help with herbology homework, Neville will be there too."
You slightly blush and nod your head, for a while you've had a crush on Ron Weasley but nothing to take too seriously. He was a Weasley and they are famously not into girls who were shy, or less confident then most, basically you knew he wasn't into you.
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Once school ended, you head to the library only to see Harry sitting down at a table. As shy was you where, it's harry potter at the end of the day. He's somewhat nice, kind of mean but who isn't. He was nice to you so you went and sat infront of him. You try to push out a greeting but only end up stuttering while he stares at you weirdly. "Hello, yn" he said chuckling, "Hey.." You gulp and try to get comfortable looking at everything but him.
"You always get to nervous around other people besides Mione and Luna, what's up with that." He leans back in his chair with his homework already out. "Oh i- uh.. i don't know.. actually." You head is down, you hated how nervous you got.
"Loosen up yn, it's me, i don't care." He chuckled again making you smile. You were too old to get this nervous to talk to people you already know. You get courage to ask him why he needs help with and for a good 20 minutes, you were okay. You laughed a bit and felt more comfortable with Harry. He was nice and fairly smart.
Harry looks towards the door once he hears whining and somebody getting scolded in a familiar voice. You turn around and see Ron, Hermione, and Neville coming down. They sit next to you. "Hello, Harry, yn. Ronald was hiding in his room to get out of studying." You look at the ginger with his head down, groaning into the table.
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After two hours of studying, you felt more open to them, only laughing and listening, you felt to shy to make a joke. Ron had his head down looking at you. You felt his stare, you went still like a statue, only allowing your eyes to move.
"Were you always this shy? Yn?" He says moving his head up, resting in his hand as he taps his pencil on the table with the other one.
"i'm sorry?" you say towards him with your eyes still down. "See you can't even look at me when you're talking!" "Leave her alone." Mione says writing something down for Harry. "Not even Neville is that shy?" You look at Neville who looks slightly offended making you laughing. "Just giggling away huh." Ron said chucking. "I bet your fun when your drunk!" He points at you and smiles. Harry pushes his hand down, "She dosnt party, she wouldn't even wanna go if you invited her. "Well have you asked if she wants to go?" Hermione said looking at both Ron and Harry.
You hated how they talked about you like you weren't there. "She dosnt" Harry said. Mine rolled her eyes at him "Do you want to go to a party with us?" Hermione asked. You looked around, they seemed to await for your answer. "If it makes a difference i'm going too." Neville said raising his hand. You look and hermione and nod. "Good, she'll come with us."
When you looked at Ron and Harry, they look slightly annoyed. You felt embarrassed.
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Later that day Hermione text you the info, it's a slytherin party.." You get red and nervous, they party like crazy you've heard. She text you to dress out your comfort zone and kinda sexy. You put your phone down and blush. You groan into your pillow and kick your feet. Why would you say yes, Harry was right you don't party. Neville went and he's shy so if anything went bad you would just hang out with him. You don't really know him though, he's just friends with luna. what if you got drunk and he hates you and he tell luna and luna drops you-..
You get interrupted by a call from Hermione, you answer it. "Wanna go to hogsmead?
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Now days before the party your hanging out with Hermione. Just you two walking around. She buys a new dress and tell you to pick out something like that. You go red when she tries it on. It was tight and short and she looked beautiful. "no." You said. She laughed, "why not, your dress dosnt have to be this short." "no." She grabbed your hand and dragged you to the dresses. "Look this one has sleeves" You both laughed and the really ugly dress she picked out.
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Day of the party comes, You ended up wearing a black dress you had since 1st year, unsurprisingly tight but unexpectedly short. You leave your hair alone and do your make up for the first time in forever and wore black heels your mother gifted you two years ago that sat at the bottom of your closet. You looked in the mirror and hated how you looked, you almost cried you felt so stupid. Before you could break down in tears, Hermiones texted you saying they were waiting outside your dorm, You grab your purse and leave.
Once you open the entrance they stare at you mouth agape. You're more mad that Neville is dressed the way he always is and they didn't tell him anything. "You look beautiful" Hermione said holding your hand as you stumbled in your heels. "I can give you my jacket if you ever feel uncomfortable." Harry said. "T-thank you." You said looking at the floor. Harry tucks your hair behind one ear, "Sorry but this was bugging me, don't be afraid to show your face you look fine." You blush slightly and you guys walk to the slytherin dorm.
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You sit and drink with Neville the whole time, keeping eachother company as everyone is dancing, Harry left you his sweater that you kept on your lap so you can move comfortably. For the first time, you got hit on, like repeatedly. It was so weird but you kept on saying no. Neville tried to tell you to go but you didn't want to. "Why are you so nervouse?" "i wish i wasn't-" You got cut off by a familiar voice.
"Wanna dance?" You look over and see Ron shouting over the music with his hand out and hermione next to him. You wanted to say no but hermione lift you up and sits down where you were. Neville grabs your bag and Hermiones holds Harry's jacket. Ron holds your arm and pulls you into the crowd dancing. He holds your hand and your waist and moves you to the loud music. You did drink a lot with Neville for your first time so you didn't feel very loose dancing like the other girls did. You felt somebody take your hand and look up and see, draco malfoy.
Your eyes dilated, and you got nervous. Before you could lean onto Ron, you turn to look at him just for him to push you into Draco and run off.
"Careful beautiful" He says catching you smirking. You turn red at his nickname, you've never talked to the draco malfoy before.. "You look, familiar, what your name." He hold your waist with one hand and and look down at you. "y-yn, yln.." You know you speak low naturally so you say it in his ear, which he mistakenly takes as flirting.
You assumed he would be uninterested after so you try to leave but he holds you closer. "The quiet ravenclaw? Merlin, who knew you had such a pretty body." He leans closer into you and kisses your cheek. You finally pull away and run to find your friends. You find Hermione and Neville and pull Neville up. "I want to leave." Harry seeing you panicked pulls ron and heads towards you. "What happened?" He asked.
"Draco Malfoy hit on me!?" You yelled. "Really.?" Ron said. Neville hold your hand and tell everyone else "You guys can have fun, i think i'm done, will go with her." He walks out with you.
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part two is doneee!! right here i'm working on part threeee neowww
Tonight, everyone is in Harry's room. Hermione, Neville, Harry, Luna, Dean, Seamus, and Ron Weasley..
For a while now you've liked Ron only Hermione knew. Everyone is drinking and all so close. You've tried your hardest to not just throw yourself onto Ron but it was so hard.
He was wearing dark gray sweatpants very low on his hips and a white tank top showing his freckled muscley arms. He's close to you too. Your arms are rubbing and touching each other and knees are touching. You can't tell if he's been looking at you or if it's just in your head.
After hours of laughing and joking everybody started getting tired. Unable to think or sit still because of how much you drank, you layed on Ron's shoulder. He chuckled and picked you up. You're half asleep and hold him close enough to keep yourself from falling. Your friends tease Ron, you can't hear much but you kept drifting in and out of sleep hearing some words.
"shag.."
"careful.."
"leave her.."
"take her.."
You can feel Ron's body heat warming you up in such cold weather and when you open your eyes, you are in the hallway.
"where are we going.." You ask.
"To my room love. You're sleeping and i don't want them to bug you." Ron says.
You blush, Ron has never called you love before. You're sure your whole face is red. Being so close and smelling the mix of cinnamon, vanilla, and alcohol, it kinda turned you on.
He opens his door and closes it behind him. He takes off your slippers and throws them beside the door. He lays you down in his bed and covers you with the blankets. He was heading towards the door but the words you heard from your friends excited you.
"Ron please stay.." You sounded needy and held your hand out to him. He turns around instantly and hold your hand. He sits down next to you.
"What happened, do you need anything?" He asked sweetly, he always seemed to care about you.
"I just want you to stay." You put his hand close to your face and lean into it. He creases your face and lays down next to you, pulling the blanket over him.
You feel a hand on your lower back, calming you down. His giant hands felt so soft and warm on you. You put ur leg over him and lay closer into his chest.
"mm" you make noises of comfort and tiredness, moving around to some how get closer to Ron. You twist and turn until your turned away from him. His hand rest in your lower stomach and he's spooning you keeping you warm. You wiggle around until you feel something poke you.
You're drunk and barely awake so you don't think much of it untill Ron starts moving and shifting away.
"What that.." You say low. Ron stays quiet until you turn to look at him. He's gone red and is embarrassed, moving his hips further away from you.
You move closer, to stay warm. "I don't mind, you're keeping me warm right now." You tell him chuckling causing him to slightly relax. He's still red and wide awake. The more he hold you and looks at you laying so close to him, he has a hard time keeping himself down.
"you smell so good.." Ron has his face on your head wigging his hips around moving to find any satisfaction. He hold you close and his face falls to your neck. He's breathing heavily in your ear causing you to be turned on.
You arch ur back so your ass is on him. He tries not to but fails and grinds on you. Giving him some pleasure he breaths heavily. His hand goes under your shirt and rest in your boob. He's slowly squeezing it and slowly kisses your neck.
His sudden confidence makes you moan and move your hips into him. You feel his dick twitch and harden even more. Ron's moves himself on top of you, still kissing your face and neck. He kissed your chest, stomach, pelvic bone that peaks out, and slowly pulls down your underwear. He looks up at you to make sure you're okay with it.
With your drunken consent, he goes down and starts licking your pussy. He holds your hips tight causing you to moan. He moves his tongue somehow perfectly making you wiggle a lot.
"You taste so good baby.." He says looking up at you and immediately goes down and attacks your clit. Him sucking caused you to yelp and your hands flew to his hair. You pull it cause him to moan into you.
He slowly added a finger in which made you gasp. He shoves it in nice and slow, letting you adjust a bit before adding a second finger. He slowly moves them in and out.
"oh.. ron." You held his ginger locks and you hear him chuckle while sucking your clit. "You like that?" He says smirking looking up at you. You nod and don't say anything. He continued to go slow and deep just like you liked it.
"Fuck, i think im close ron." You tell him and he pulls out his fingers. After stretching you out a bit he sits down and pulls you onto of him.
He pulls down his sweatpants and underwear in one motion and his dick flies out. It hit his stomach and your jaw dropped. Your face turns red and you get nervous. The size of ron turns you on more, your mouth starts drooling at the sight of him. He pulls you closer by your waist and kissed between your boobs. He gets distracted and starts sucking on your tits again. It made you giggle and you pet his head. He looked up at you with his big green eyes, he looked so cute. He was so huge with his newfound muscles.
He remembers his original idea and leave your boobs alone. It was hard when they were practically in his face. He lines his dick up with you and slowly pushes in. Every inch you take you moaned a bit louder. He watched as his dick disappeared inside of you. When it's all the way in, he twitched at the idea of it being fully in. You wrap your arms around his neck and he kissed your beautiful chest one more time before you start moving up. He loved the switch between who is in control.
He layed there and took it, he loved it so much. Watching you move to slowly was so teasing to not hold you down and fuck you crazy. He wanted you to have a good time so he did whatever you liked. He didn't mind a dominant woman. He whines as you tease the tip before going down some how making ron go deeper in you.
He can't handle it. He grabs you, turns you around, and starts pounding you. Over and over again he runs into you going deeper everytime. You moan and yelped each time. "ooh, fuck ron.. it feels so good!" He dosnt answer, your words made his crazy. He fuck you hard and fast he loved the noises you made. "Holy shit ron!" You say as your legs wrapped around him, you kiss him hard and he lets out a moan finally. He's not so strong. He gets messier and sloppy. The more he fucked you, the more he whines. "You're so tight, it feels so good." His legs shake a bit before he rams into you one last time and fills you up.
"oh merlin.." He said fully finished, he pumps a few more times and you finally finish a bit after. He pulls out and lays ontop of you and you both breath heavy. You hold him tight and kiss his head. "You did so good Ron.. thank you."
He looks up at you, "No thank you y/n.. i've been wanting you for so long, you taste and feel so good." He runs his hands over you. You get up and get a towel and leave you both off.
Once you are both semi clothed you both lay down. He sucks your tit and falls asleep mid way causing you you to laugh.
Ron was a weirdo, but he is a weasley. Every single one of them is odd. You hold him tightly and drift off.
(SMUT? party setting? fingering? oral? p in v? private room? semi-drunk sex? established friendship with neville? neville's first time?)
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There's a party in the Gryffindor common room after winning a quidditch game. There are classmates from every house here and the party is good so far. Everyone is drinking, getting along despite slytherin losing, and the music is loud.
"Merlin's beard look at draco." Hermione says giggling. Your group turn around and sees Draco Malfoy- Yes, the Draco Malfoy dancing all lose with two different girls and for the hell for tonight, a guy?
"Oh he's getting it tonight look at him." Ron said chuckling.
"From the guy?" You say laughing knowing the Draco Malfoy would never do anything like that to tarnish the very old strict rules his father gave him.
"Absolutely the guy!" Ron said loudly causing everyone to laugh.
"Who else do you think is getting shagged tonight?" Harry said.
"Oh i have a clue.." Ron said cheekily bumping Hermione's arm.
"Oh fuck off Ron." She laughs blushing.
"Maybe Neville." Ron said looking at him.
"W-who me?.." The shy boy next to you says. He hasn't drank at all. He's had half a beer, he's been carrying the same one for hours already it was all warm and nasty by now.
On the other hand, the girl on his left, Luna Lovegood was about four down, that's all she needed to be even more looney.
"Oh of course Neville, you're so handsome. Surely someone will." She said leaning onto his shoulder. Despite Neville's crush on her, she never had the same feelings. She might've not been able to have any romantic or sexual feelings. Tonight she even admitted she had never looked at anyone that way.
"Willing to give urself up to Neville Luna?" Harry said laughing. It seemed like Harry was the only one comfortable enough to even make a sexual joke about Luna.
"Oh i could never be that tipsy.. sorry Neville no offense.." She said looking at him putting a hand on his chest.
"n-none taken.." He said embarrassed that not even somebody as undesirable as Luna wouldn't even sleep with him.
Her sudden confidence tonight caused everyone to laugh.
"Don't worry you really are handsome." Hermione admitted trying to comfort the shy embarrassed boy infront of him.
"You've grown into your look mate, it will happen soon." Ron said smiling.
Neville didn't say anything, he didn't mind talking about sex but when it was about him, he was very embarrassed he was still a virgin. Although he never stated he was, everyone sadly assumed so.
"Are you really a virgin Neville?" You say being slightly surprised if he said yes.
"..yeah- let's not talk about that-" Neville was caught off by you.
"Oh i would totally sleep with you." You said giggling.
You watched at Neville sit stiff and his face turn red. You've had many guy and girl both ask you out, a lot actually. You were fairly attractive and nearly everyone thought you were very beautiful.
Everyone else laughed and your face dropped.
"Nah i'm dead serious." You looked around admitting watching everyone else slowly die down their laughter.
"Neville, do you want to lose your virginity tonight?" You turn to him grabbing his hand. You looked into his eyes asking sincerely.
His cake still red he looked at you mouth agape not able to say anything.
Luna lifts her head off his shoulder, "He said yes, i heard him whisper it." She smiled cheekily.
You stand up and lift Neville up with you. He had put on some muscle weight so it took a good amount of your strength to pull him up. He follows you as you pull him into his dorm hearing your friends cheer and laughing loudly.
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You pull him into his own dorm and lock the door placing both yours and his beers down on his desk covered in papers and books for studying. You pull off his jacket and place it on his chair. You take off your black heels and pull down your really short tight fitting dress as you felt it ride up your body once you got up. You say in Neville's bed and he sits down right next to you. You've and Neville are really close, so this wasn't out of the ordinary.
"How drunk are you y/n.." he said sincerely as you closed your eyes while laying in his pillow.
"I'm not drunk at all." You say completely lying. Neville laughs at you. "Sure love." He smiled and furrowed his eyebrows.
It was silent for a second. Before he breaks the silence. "Were being honest?" He says looking at the ground fiddling with his fingers. "About what?" You say opening your eyes looking at him cluelessly.
"Like yk.. about the thing you said when you took me away.." He was shy and stuttering. To be honest you can barely hear him over the music.
"What did i say?" You ask, laying back down in his pillow trying not the smile. "About s-shagging..?" He blushed and eyes were still looked to the ground.
You smiled and giggled, "I know, i just wanted to hear you say it." You open yours eyes at see Neville look slightly frustrated looking down.
You grab his arm, "Yes of course i'm serious about that. Why would i even say that in the first place?" You say thing to make him feel a little better. "Because you're drunk." He says stern. "Oh whatever im not drunk." You say laying down once again. "So wanna shag?" You say grabbing his leg lightly." That caused him to look down at you and blush.
"It's completely inappropriate and irresponsible if we did. One, we are friends, and Two, you are drunk- you arnt in the right mindset and you're just saying that-" He was cut off by you laughing. "You think i'm joking?" You giggle and furrowed your eyebrows. "I've been waiting to shag you for a while now." You admitted. You've been friends for years so this caused him to blush. A girl willing to shag him that he felt safe with was in his bed. Actually, had been in his bed. For years you've had little sleepovers laying in the same bed.
"Y/n, are you srs..?" He ask. When he looks back up from the ground he's faced with you on your knees in his bed, slowly lifting your dress from the bottom. His eyes widened and face turns red. He can't look away as much as he wants too. You tease him as you lift your dress to rest on your hips. He looks at the lacy black panties you wore just in case. There was a cute little bow in-front causing him to open his mouth.
You can tell he wants to look away but he really can't. You lean into him and grab his hands. You place his hands on your hips. "Do you want to touch me..?" You ask. He looks at you in the eye unable to say anything. All he did was whine with his eyebrows furrowed and nod. "Holy shit you look pathetic." You chuckle as you accidentally say. Your hand flys to your mouth and you open your eyes, you really didn't mean to say something to rude because you know how sensitive Neville is. "i am pathetic.." He says causing you to shiver. Woah, that is something you thought you would never hear him say.. "You like that..?" You say smirking. He whines once more and nods again. He start moving around. You look down and see why he's shifting to much. You look at the budge in his pants.
You lay down in his bed opening your legs as you move his hands towards your thighs. He starts squeezing them and can't look away from the bottom part of you. "Take them off." You say, "I know you've been wanting too" You actually had no clue, you made that up on the spot but he responded. "I have.. i'm sorry." He moves his hands to the sides of your panties and looks down at you. "Of course you have, you fucking needy loser." You chuckle. He whines at the words once again and pulls them down slowly.
Once they're off, he through them on the floor and grabs your hips. He's in a trance looking you at you spread open infront of him. "W-what do i do." He chucked nervously. You didn't want to make him feel too bad so you guide his fingers to your clit. He dosnt move at first but when he does, it's not that good. "Stay in that area for a bit." You say slightly frustrated. He listens and does so. You whimper under him to make him feel more comfortable and it works. He gets more confident. His fingers ran down and found your entrance. "Can i try this?" He looks up at you and you see his big brown eyes glistening in the single lamp near his bed. You whine and twitch at the sight of him being so beautiful. "yes please, go ahead." You respond as he slowly puts a finger in. He move it in and out slowly unknowingly teasing you perfectly before he slides another finger in.
He slowly moves in and out and you catch a glimpse of his arms in the barely lit room. He had quite the muscle now and it was so hot. He moves his thumb to your clit and ask, "is this okay?" You can tell he was still very nervous. "mm' neville that's perfect.." you twitch underneath him squirming silently begging him to move. He catches on and starts moving his fingers and thumb while his eyes focused back down. "You're doing so good Neville.." You whimper out. He's so gentle, slow, and deep at this point it's actually a tease. He blushes and the compliment messed up the rhythm he had going.
He reached down and touched the bulge that's fighting to stay in his pants. He starts rubbing it, "merlin this is unbearable." He whines as he touches himself through his pants. You stop him from touching you by grabbing his arm and tapping it. "Are you okay?" He ask with the hand that was just in you now on your waist.
"Let's switch, you want this more then i do, i can tell." Neville's eyes light up at your words and he quickly sat down next to you. You turn around and give him a strip tease knowing how hard he is right now. You ask him to held unzip your very tight dress but making sure he does it as slow as possible. You arch and have your ass practically on his dick as you move around to tease him more. He whined and make the cutest little noises that were making you worked up right about now. When he's done you take off the dress very slow. It showed your naked body, besides your bra, but you had already have your hands on the clasps getting ready to take it off. He watched your chest as your boobs fell down from the push up bra. His mouth was open now having his hands in his pants.
You lean down into his crotch and unzip his pants with your teeth causing him to thrust up a few times. You pull his boxers and pants off in one motion. His dick swings up already leaking badly. The tip looks swollen and red. Neville leans forward and blushes trying to hide himself from being so exposed. He laughed at himself for being so nervous. "Are you okay love? We don't have to do this if you don't want." You rub his knee reinsuring Neville. "No i do, i really really do, i'm just nervouse." You chuckle at him as you pick up his dick from his stomach. It was a little bigger then average and thicker then most. "Holy shit you were packing this whole time?" You chuckle as you start stroking him. "I don't know what that means- oh merlin.." He moans into the open as you lick from the bottom of his cock to the tip sucking the pre cum off the tip. You leave his dick with a pop and he breaths out. "Holy shit." He says moaning and twitching in your hands as you jerk him off.
"Are you enjoying this?" You say jerking him off again looking into his eyes through your lashes. "Oh fuck.. yes i am.." He whines moving his hips around. You chuckle and take a deep breath before taking him all the way down your throat gagging on his length. This caused Neville to yelp and put a hand behind your head holding your hair. "Gah- wait don't move!" He says slightly panicked. You do as he says an dosnt move you watch him catch his breath after you took pretty much all of him in one motion. "Okay.. i'm ready continue." You chuckle causing him to thrust up slightly after feeling the vibration run down his cock. You bop your head up and down as he pulls your hair and it feels so good. Hearing him whine underneath you feels amazing. "fuck- i think im close a-already." He says then chuckles embarrassingly. You continue to suck him off as he whines and talks to distract himself from finishing so quick. "h-hey you know i've.. thought about this- before.. a lot." He confessed causing you to suck a bit harder making him groan and thrust up again. You can feel him attempt to hold his own waist down to not hurt you. "oh merlin.. merlin's beard- ah.." He whimpers "im a-almost there-" He announced as he soon came into your mouth. You swallow it all and pop your mouth off the tip.
He's panting with his hand still holding your head as you tease his over sensitive tip by licking it slightly. He groans and you lay next to him and hold him as he catches his breath. You pull the blanket up so he's not so exposed and he put his face in your boobs. He whines and grunts for a bit as you rub his head. His arm wraps around your waist and he goes quiet only breathing heavy. "Are you okay?" You ask quietly.
"mhm.. thank you." He whines out. "We're not done." You laugh. He looks up at you tired but with a light in his eyes. "thank merlin.." he smiles weakly. You guys lay there until he's ready.
After a while he gets up and pulls you over him. compared to him you are very light so it wasn't hard. You sit on his stomach as he starts playing with your boobs. "Am i allowed to do this?" He ask quietly still. "Yes, you're allowed to grab me in anyway you want." He smiles with his hooded eyes and sits up to suck on them. "Can i leave a mark in between them?" He ask so politely. Merlin Neville is so cute underneath you. "Go ahead and try." You say giving him permissions After three minutes he had successfully gave you a very faint hickey that will honestly be gone in 30 minutes but he was so proud of himself. He licks your nipple and his warm wet tongue caused you to groan. You feel his dick start to grow on your back so you jerk him off the best you can while reaching behind you. He groans on your tit making you feel amazing and you grind on his faint abs on his stomach.
He kissing you as you guys start making out. He was so oddly good at it. Neville pulls away from your mouth and rest his head on your shoulders. "Can i please put it in now?.." He was so straight forward it made your stomach flip.
You sit in your knees and line his dick up with your entrance. He whimpers as you tease the tip from the warmness coming from inside of you. One your lines up perfectly you ask one last time. "Are you sure you want this to be your first time, i'm kinda drunk and don't want you to feel bad.." You look down at him as he struggled to breath.
"fuck- just slide it in already please." He grabs your hips and tries his best to not thrust into you. You go down slowly and he groans and whines. "f-fuck.. mm." He squeaks making you smile softly. You watch as tears form in his eyes and he softly pants "it feels so g-good.." over and over again. He whines so softly as you fully take him. You wait for him yo get comfortable. He still has a strong grip on your hips as he slightly moves around. You feel his cock twitch inside of you. "Are you ready Nev?" "yes please fuck me already.." He was red and sweaty just by your sitting on his dick.
"You're so needy." You chuckle as you slowly outlined his jaw. You move up and down slowly. He moans out your name as his nails dig deeper and deeper into your hips. You move slightly faster causing him to yelp. "mm faster p-please.." His constant begging caused you to accidentally tighten around him. He accidentally thrust into you but you don't say anything so he does it ever sk often. The bed creeks the faster you go. You grip the bed sheets near his head and lean forward so your laying on his chest. You put your head by his ear and whine, "merlin's beard neville you're so b-big.." You have felt him grow somehow even longer while he was in you. He was already balls deep into you but that clearly wasn't enough.
Neville grabs your ass and moved you a bit faster as you lose your pace. He somehow learned quick because it turned into him fucking you real good. Sliding his dick in and out of you as he holds your ass. Either he is just really good at sex or he watched a lot of porn. He thrust somehow deeper every time when you thought you've reached your limit.
He starts getting sloppy and he says his little warning. "Fuck, you're so tight it feels so g-good.. I think i'm going to cum-" Your interrupted him by moaning loudly as you tried not to. The noises you started making helped him reach his goal. He goes as deep as he can, he bit your shoulders leaving you all red. He cums inside of your letting his white cream cover your insides. Soon after you felt a tightening in your stomach and soon you finish too.
You sit still as you both pant. "I-i'm going to get off now okay?" "Yeah go ahead." You move off of him slowly as he whines at the sensitivity he still feels. You through yourself down next to him as you both breath heavy. "are you okay nev..?" You ask. He turns to look at you and smiles. He leans in and kisses you softly. "thank you so much y/n" He seemed to happy and tired. You get closer to him and lean on his chest. You play with his hair as you both start drifting off to sleep. "good boy neville.." You say to make him feel better about himself. He hugs you tightly and when you get a peek at him he's red. "d-don't say that." Neville said. He sounded all nervouse and embarrassed. You guys fell asleep next to eachother that night.
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BONUS:
The next morning was quiet.. compared to the party last night it was so odd. You quickly leave Neville's bed and jump into the shower. Being as fast as you can, you manage to finish and come back while he's still asleep. You through on some of Neville's clothes and you sit back down. You pet Neville's head as he slowly wakes up. His face going pink when he sees you. "Goodmorning Nev." You gave him a small and warm smile. You lean down to kiss his forehead and encourage him to shower. You wait for him in his bed to get out and he too finishes quickly. At first it was silent, but not uncomfortable silence.
"Did you enjoy last night?" You asked him giving him a smirk. He throughs himself onto you and hugs you. He kissed your neck and cheek thanking you. You push him off slowly so he'd just hugging you. "I'm happy you enjoyed yourself, sorry if it made you uncomfortable that i was drunk, but i still wanted to do that, i meant it." You ensure him. You guys lay back down together and look into each others eyes. Neville's big brown eyes are so full of life. "C-can i be your b-boyfriend.." Nevill stutters and ask quietly, but in the already quite room, you were able to hear him perfectly. "Yes Neville, i would move to date you!" You answer back.
Summary: Kinktober 2024 Day 11 - Teasing & Degradation. After Hogwarts, Reader and Neville end up working together at Noltie's Botanical Novelties. Reader soon discovers she holds an unexpected power over Neville, one she'll have fun exerting over him at her whim.
Tags: Teasing, Degradation, Oral sex (m receiving), Neediness, Begging, Virgin!Neville, Sub!Neville, Dom!Reader, Slytherin!Reader, Set post Battle of Hogwarts, Coworkers to lovers (??).
Word count: 4.8k
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Getting the job at Noltie’s Botanical Novelties, the garden shop on Diagon Alley, had been one of the most relieving moments of your life. Not only did you have an income secured, but they’d hired you despite you having been in Slytherin. It seems silly for you to have been worried about this, given that people are starting to heavily advocate against stereotyping based on houses, but that didn’t mean it had actually stopped happening. At the moment, Slytherins were quite radioactive. Less than a year out from the war, all Slytherins near your age were assumed to be Death Eaters who just escaped consequence based on their age. This, of course, was not true for most of you, and certainly not for you. You’d been on the right side from… well, perhaps not the start, it takes time to shake your upbringing, but probably from some time in the fifth year. However, most people only remembered you as a Slytherin, and that was a decidedly bad thing to be currently. You knew you should have made more appearances at Dumbledore’s Army meetings, but back then you were facing the same issue, avoiding the meetings because when you did go, people would be distrusting of you because of the colour of your tie. Now people barely remembered that you’d been a member at all. It was frustrating beyond belief, but you just had to keep going.
The job at Noltie’s was an undoubted blessing, just a few years ago it would have been a no-brainer for you to get the job, given your expertise, but this year it had truly felt like it wouldn’t happen for you. When you’d gone in to pick up your uniform about a week before starting, Edward Noltie himself had confessed to having been a Slytherin himself in his school days. You wouldn’t have guessed it, the kookie old man certainly reminded you more of the types that come out of Hufflepuff, but you told yourself to stop stereotyping, you had learned its inaccuracies over and over by now. It amused you slightly how much he tried to separate himself from the Slytherin label, only claiming the identity in the past tense, while most Gryffindors were likely to wear their Gryffindor scarves until at least their 200s. You thanked him anyway for his understanding, emphasising once again that you’d had no ties to the Death Eaters. As you were leaving with the bag containing your uniform, he stopped you.
“We actually have another employee with us from your year group at Hogwarts, a very talented young man, instrumental in winning the war, we’re lucky to have him, really. Joined a few months ago,” Noltie chuckled. You smiled and nodded awkwardly over your shoulder. You knew exactly who he was referring to.
There’d never really been any doubt in your mind that Noltie had been talking about Neville Longbottom, but the suspicion is confirmed immediately on your first day. You walked in, hair neatly up as was required (less for aesthetic reasons and more for safety against the various plants stocked that had a tendency to thrash), your uniform tailored to fit you perfectly, and saw him behind the counter. You had been dreading this moment since you realised you’d be working with him. You knew what he’d say to you, how he would call you brave for going against your house, how much he appreciated your efforts during the war, things like that, and you couldn’t be bothered to listen to it. You just wanted to stop thinking about the war, and all the things you’d had to do to survive, but it seemed too much to ask. You took a deep breath and approached him and he did just that. With a serious and sympathetic expression, he began to thank you and commend you. He stared quite intensely at you as he spoke, which made you admittedly uncomfortable, your eyes flickered around the store as he spoke.
“We barely had any Slytherins in the D.A. and I know some people gave you a hard time about it, so I think it’s–” he continued in his solemn voice. You squirmed in discomfort and decided to cut him off.
“Look, Longbottom, all the same to you, yeah? You’re a war hero and all that, so… that’s great, congratulations! Can you show me how the till works now?” you huffed. He blinked in surprise at your little outburst, before flushing slightly, clearly having realised he’d made you uncomfortable in some way, even if he’d only been trying to compliment you.
“Sorry, err… yeah…” he cleared his throat, showing you over to the till on the counter at the back of the store. You walked in front of him toward it and when you turned back to face him, you saw his eyes flick up and his flush deepen a little. You realise with a start that he’d been looking at your ass as you walked. These uniform trousers really were tailored perfectly, so you were sure he’d gotten a good view. You just smiled to yourself and filed the information away for later as he started to explain the machine to you.
The next few weeks go surprisingly well. Sure, you’re only working the till and shop floor rather than actually doing any research or fieldwork, but at least you’re in your desired field, and the work is quite easy. The shop is never terribly busy, and the people who do come in like to spend a while browsing and contemplating, meaning you get to tell them all you know about the plants they’re deciding between, which you find quite fun. Neville works mainly in the backroom, counting stock, moving boxes, and maintaining the plants that can’t be kept on the shop floor because they’re too dangerous or require certain temperature conditions. You help with inventory, letting him know what’s running low on the shelves and making notes of what needs to be ordered for Mr Noltie. Mostly, you’re out of each other’s ways, but that doesn’t mean you’re not highly aware of each other.
You knew Neville had changed over the years, every girl who’d been at Hogwarts was aware of it. You remembered quiet nights while the D.A. had been hiding out in the Room of Requirement, when a bunch of the girls would get together for some girl talk, trying hard to feel a sense of normalcy. Lavender Brown’s idea, which initially seemed silly, actually raised spirits quite a lot. You joined in, even though people were still rather wary of you, being one of only two Slytherins in the room, you mainly listened because of this. The girls huddled together in one corner of the room, while the boys chatted about who knows what in the other, and gossiped about the boys. There was hardly time for romance in the conditions you were in, which is perhaps why so much of it was happening, forced to stay together in one big room and fearing for your lives, you had overheard a lot you wish you never had. Neville ended up being the subject of a few of these conversations. He had changed a lot, becoming taller, broader and more handsome. He had also taken the role of the leader of the D.A., and many of the girls admitted that they quite liked the authoritative voice he used, which made everyone tease and giggle. He was nothing like the timid little boy he’d been for the first few years at Hogwarts, he was a man now, a strong, handsome man. However, no one ever reported any sort of action with him like they did with the other boys. At the time, he became sort of untouchable, which was odd considering he was Neville Longbottom.
These days, he was looking even better. His face was no longer so marred by the constant scrunch of stress as it had been during the war. He’d grown out his hair a little, rather than keeping it quite as short as he had during the war. He overall looked healthier, and even more muscular now that he was able to eat properly, his skin looking less pale and dull. Days of moving and stacking boxes in the backroom gave you plenty of time to subtly watch his muscles. He really was handsome now, though he didn’t seem to even realise this himself. Occasionally, when he’d be bringing stock out front for you to shelve, there’d be a woman in the store who would begin to flirt with him. He always seemed baffled and out of his depth, never flirting back and just trying to escape.
“What was that all about?” he asks you once, poking his head out of the backroom when she leaves. This woman had come onto him particularly strong, trying to touch his arm and invite him to the Leaky Cauldron.
“She was flirting with you,” you chuckle, sorting the coins into the till. He scoffs.
“No, she wasn’t,”
“Yes, she was,” you laugh in disbelief. He chews his lip.
“Only because of what I did during the war,” he dismisses, fiddling with his wand in his apron pocket. It amuses you how insecure he is. But he is partially right, he’s become a bit of a celebrity in the wizarding world, thanks to Harry Potter’s insistence on mentioning Neville’s contributions every time he’s interviewed about the war. Sometimes you think it’s selfishly motivated, wanting the world to focus on someone other than him so he can be left alone, and dumping it on poor shy Neville.
“That could be true I suppose, but I bet she’d still let you shag her,” you grin at him. Neville splutters.
“I… I don’t…” he runs his finger through the collar of his shirt. You chuckle at his reaction, enjoying teasing him like this. “That’s not… I wouldn’t do that…” he swallows thickly.
You’d discovered quickly that you had a certain power over Neville. At first, it was catching him occasionally staring. You’d be leaning on the counter, your ass jutting out slightly as you scribble down inventory notes and you’d glance at the door to the backroom, spotting him peering through the glass door. He’d immediately blush beet red and look away, clearly ashamed to have been caught staring at you. It was sweet, in a way, because most guys didn’t seem to have any shame in ogling at you, at least Neville seemed to know he shouldn’t be doing it, even if he couldn’t stop himself. Slowly, you start leaving more and more of your shirt buttons undone, revealing glimpses of your cleavage. You revel in the way his eyes constantly stray to you as he brings you boxes, taking shaky breaths as you bend over to pick up the little plant pots from the box and organise them onto the shelves. Whenever you talk, you take to standing just a little too close. His height gives you a perfect view down your top, and although he tries his best not to, he takes advantage of this fact often, his eyes flicking down and then his face going red. You like to innocently ask him if he’s feeling warm, which makes him stammer. It’s a bit of fun to fill your days, and quite an ego boost too. Every quiet moment in the shop you take to showing yourself off somehow, or even just chatting to him, which seems to fluster him too.
“You wouldn’t shag her? I thought she was cute…” you tease. He goes a deeper shade of red.
“She’s… it’s not… uh…” he stumbles. You smile, leaning yourself onto the counter in a way you know shows off your ass. His eyes flick immediately down your body and he goes redder, success. “I don’t… shag…” he coughs, looking mortified.
“What? Never? But you’re the saviour of the wizarding world!” you taunt, pretending to be shocked, when really it had become abundantly clear not long into working with him that despite how much his looks had changed, and his confidence in every other area, women still made him unbearably anxious, especially you.
“I- I mean I…” he stutters and then straightens up. “This is none of your business,” he asserts shakily. You shrug.
“Just curious about you,” you smile flirtatiously, watching as he blushes once more and avoids your eyes. “Do you never want to shag? Some people are like that and it’s perfectly fine–”
“No! I… uh… I do want… oh Merlin!” he groans, burying his face in his hands. You press on, pretending not to realise how uneasy he is, delighting in his discomfort.
“Well, then what was wrong with that girl? She was cute… more than willing…” you taunt, taking a few slow steps toward him now.
“She just… it’s not… I can’t just…” he stammers, eyes following you until you’re right in front of him. You catch his eyes flicking down to your cleavage. You smile.
“Are you a virgin, Neville?” you ask bluntly. He twitches anxiously.
“I’m not answering that,” he squeaks, but you both know that it’s answer enough. He sighs, seeing the smug way you’re smiling at him. “It’s just… the only girl I’ve ever liked enough to do that with didn’t feel the same, she… never wanted to do that sort of thing with anyone… like you were just talking about,” he mumbles, avoiding your eye.
“Luna?” you hum. He just nods. You’d heard about that through friends, his wartime confession and her confession that she did not experience romantic or sexual feelings for anyone. To many people, it had seemed a completely foreign concept. You imagined that, even though he’d been understanding, it had probably felt like another blow to his confidence.
“It’s… that’s over now… she’s my friend and I respect her… I don’t feel that way about her anymore…” he rambles. His eyes flicker over your face. You believe him, you touch his arm, making him tense.
“You poor thing,” you coo gently, rubbing your thumb over the bare skin of his arm, feeling the muscle underneath. “You must feel pathetic, saviour of the wizarding world, women lining up, and yet you’re still a virgin,” he jolts slightly, not expecting your words. He feels confused, your tone is sweet and soothing, but your words are insulting.
“I- I don’t, I’m fine,” he stammers, his cheeks red as he looks at you cautiously. What are you playing at? You pout and tilt your head.
“Poor baby,” you coo again, making him nervous.
“Why are you–?” he cut off when the bell above the door jingles, signalling a customer entering. You pull your hand away with a teasing smile, he just stares a little dumbly at you as you return to the till and greet the customer. He can’t help his eyes from straying to your ass, perfectly hugged by your uniform trousers. He’s never felt this crazy before, this overtaken by lust. He wants you and something about your faux-pity has made it worse. He hadn’t felt this way about Luna, he’d liked her first and foremost, he never ogled her like this, never felt this maddened by her simple presence. He forces himself to return to his work in the backroom.
You torture him the rest of the day. He knows you’re playing at something, but he’s not quite sure what. You keep flashing him mockingly sympathetic glances, showing off your body more than usual, touching him. You’re making excuses to come into the backroom, you’ve never been in here so many times in one shift before, perhaps even ever. Leaning over his shoulders, touching his back, stretching up to the top shelves in front of him. He’s oblivious, but he’s not completely blind and while he’s suspected before that you might have taken to teasing him, now he’s sure. After trying fruitlessly to avoid you most of the day, he gives in toward the end, letting himself admire your body and enjoy your closeness. He’s had a few relentless flirts at his neck since graduating from Hogwarts, but you feel different. Most girls flirt with him because they think he’s something special, something big that will help them earn fame and get them in the Daily Prophet. You flirt like you think he’s a pathetic little puppy dog, and perhaps he should take offence from it, but instead, it makes him need you even more. Because it’s what he is, he’s not big and strong when it comes to this, he feels small and he needs someone who understands that, which you seem to, in your own roundabout way.
He helps you close up the shop, at your request, which is something he only usually does on particularly busy days, yet he knows the question is coming. You pout at him sweetly and ask for help and he comes running. As a thank you, you lean over as you count up the day's purchases, emphasising your chest and not commenting when he stares and blushes. He wouldn’t mind being compensated like this more often. He sweeps up the soil that’s accumulated on the floor from the various pots being moved around. Technically it’s your job, but how can he say no when you look at him like that and push your tits together just so?
You’re still double-checking the accounts when he goes into the back room again. He checks on all the special plants, making sure nothing is wrong, before moving toward the little cupboards in the corner of the room. He washes his hands and unties his apron slowly. Rubbing a hand through his hair, he sighs. You’ve been driving him crazy today. The subtle way you mocked him made him so needy for you even though he should hate you for it, he didn’t want to psychoanalyse that. He hears you enter but does his best to ignore you, you never usually talk at the end of your shifts, usually too tired and eager to get home to bother small talking. You wash your hands and remove your apron too, hanging it up by the door, your name tag facing forward. You feel his eyes on your ass again, which makes you smile to yourself.
“Is that why you stare at me so much?” you taunt, being purposefully vague. You glance over your shoulder at him. He’s bright red and chewing his lip.
“What?” he croaks.
“Because you’re a virgin? Is that why you stare so much? My ass in these trousers is the best view you’ve been allowed?” you mock, cooing as if you’re being sympathetic. He hates that you know, but he knows he hasn’t at all been subtle enough for it to be a shock. He just takes a shaky breath.
“I’m so-sorry, really… I don’t—“ he pulls nervously at his shirt. Godric it’s hot in here. You stalk closer.
“Poor thing, can’t control yourself around me, can you, hm?” you ridicule him, stalking closer with those dark seductive eyes. He realises you’re backing him into a wall as he takes a clumsy step back, moments away from hitting the hard surface. He swallows hard and you come closer, pressing your chest to his, emphasising the curve of your breasts. He can’t help but look, even if only for a split second. “Can you?” you prompt again, your voice lower.
“No,” he chokes. You laugh, low and mocking.
“No… you can’t control yourself around me… you pathetic little thing,” you finally backed him against the wall. He looks nervous, but you can feel his hardening arousal against your stomach. You shift yourself slightly, making him gasp and harden even more. You look up at him, smirking, the irony of belittling him in this way doesn't even matter, because you feel powerful and he feels small in this moment. You reach up and trace his cheek, making him shiver and his eyes flutter. “Poor little loser,” he whines loudly at that, and you watch carefully to see if you’ve actually hurt his feelings or not. When his eyes flicker open again, his pupils are wildly dilated and he looks desperate. You smile and wrap your arms around his neck.
“I am,” he whimpers. You’re surprised to hear him talk, but you let him, caressing his cheek in a mocking gesture. “I don’t want to be pathetic but I am, I can’t— do this sort of stuff,” he laments. “What kind of freak am I? Getting off to you calling me a loser?” you giggle at him and he laughs slightly too, looking down at the ground, not before glancing once more at your tits.
“You just want someone to see you for who you are and want you anyway, not put you on some pedestal,” you hum. He blinks at you. That actually… made sense. He glances up at you. “Isn’t that pathetic of you?” you tease with a smile and you both laugh a little.
“Yeah, Godric… I really am pathetic,” he chuckles quietly, watching you.
“A complete loser,” you chuckle, leaning up to kiss him. He squeaks, taken completely off guard by your lips on his. You fist your hands into the material of his shirt, forcing him to lean down to your level to kiss you. He kisses back, desperate and shaky. He pants into the kiss, already feeling a little dizzy. Your hand is reaching down and brushing feather-light against the bulge in his trousers before he can register what’s going on. His hips stutter and he whines against your lips. “So pitiful, barely even touching you and you’re whining,” you mock, brushing your fingers up and down the bulge, slow and teasing. His hands come to grip at your waist, exhaling shakily against you. “So needy,” you chuckle, pulling back and pouting at him.
“Y-yeah,” his eyes flit all over your face. You smirk up at him, trailing your hands down his body as you move to kneel in front of him. He gasps, his hands falling to his sides, chest heaving. He stares down at you, wide-eyed. He mumbles your name in question, wondering if this is really happening. You reach up, still smirking and pop to the button of his trousers. “Ah… oh Merlin…” he exhales, his eyes closing. You gently tug his trousers down and then lean forward, nuzzling your nose against the bulge in his boxers. You watch as his face twists in pleasure, a strangled gasp on his lips. He leans his head back against the wall as you press barely there kisses along his twitching length through the fabric. “This can’t be happening right now,” he pants, pushing his hips towards your face.
“Don’t you want it to?” you tease, gently licking the wet spot on the fabric, making him gasp.
“I— yes I want it but—this doesn’t happen… to me…” he groans as you slip down his boxers, springing him free. He stares down nervously now, no one has seen him like this before. You just smirk up at him, gently massaging his thighs.
“You want it?” you taunt, gently blowing on his length, making him twitch and buck.
“Nngh— yes,”
“Then beg me,” you grin. “Show me how pathetic you are for me,” he stares down at you, chest heaving, heart pounding so hard you can watch his pulse. He should feel humiliated, but the pre-cum dripping from his tip tells the both of you the reality. You lean up, placing soft open-mouthed kisses against his length, making him inhale sharply. “Beg me,” you sing-song between kisses.
“P-please,” he gasps. “Please, I’m pathetic, I need this so bad… I’ve never– ah–!” you cut him off by licking a stripe up his length. He dissolves into a string of shaky moans as you wrap your lips around his tip, softly suckling. He’s never felt this amazing before. He fights to open his eyes and look down at you, needing the visual of you doing this committed to his memory desperately, even though he knows it will likely haunt his every waking thought from today onwards. You look smug, even on your knees in front of him, and he knows you have him wrapped around your finger. He tries uselessly to dig his nails into the wall for purchase, watching as you slowly envelop more and more of him into the heavenly heat of your mouth. Your head bobs slowly, torturously slow, up and down the length of him. What you can’t fit in your mouth, you take a gentle hold of with your hand. Your tongue swirls and laves against him within your mouth, making his hips buck toward you. You immediately withdraw, making him sob.
“You just can’t control yourself, can you?” you chastise harshly. “Needy and brainless,” he nods along because he really can’t help but think you’re right.
“I-I’m sorry, I’ll control myself, I will, please… I need you,” he wails. You look unimpressed, slowly teasing your hand up and down his shaft. He whines, melting against the wall. “Please…” he whispers. His voice is entirely wrecked and he already looks thoroughly debauched by you, you find the image exciting. When he glances down at you with those pleading wide eyes, you can’t deny him any longer. As a final teasing act, you lean in and gently kitten lick at his slit for a moment, tasting the salty sweetness accumulating there. You feel him trying to twitch in your hand, his head falling back again and desperate groans leaving his throat. You take him as deep down into your throat as he will go, gagging just a little, and start to bob your head again. His fingers curl, and you can tell he wants to grab your hair, but he’s being good, you keep in mind to tell him he was good later. Your lips slide up and down his length, using your tongue to swirl and add an extra layer of stimulation. He’s very vocal, whining, whimpering, groaning, completely ruined. You stare up at him as you gently swallow around him. His eyes squeeze further shut and his hips cant forward, making you gag a little, but you do it again. He gasps loudly and his hands start to flail, smacking against the wall. You only realise he was trying to warn you between strangled moans when you feel the warm spurt of his release in your mouth. You swallow it down as he frantically withdraws himself from you, crying as he rides out the feeling of his orgasm, his legs shaking. He feels like he’s left his body and ascended to heaven, this was why all his friends were so crazy about sex. He got it now. Once he’s returned to himself a little, he falls to his knees in front of you. “I’m so sorry, I tried to warn you but I felt so good, I-” he fusses. “I’m so sorry, th-thank you,” he whimpers, wiping a tiny bit of cum from the corner of your mouth. “Thank you,”
“It’s fine,” you dismiss him as he holds your face and thanks you over and over. It amuses you how wrecked he is. “It’s alright, Neville,” you chuckle in disbelief, leaning forward and pecking his lips. He can vaguely taste himself on your lips, even without you opening your mouth, and it makes him groan. He chases your lips as you pull away, opening his eyes to give you a puppy-dog look.
“Merlin … I really am pathetic,” he swallows and then laughs nervously, leaning back against the wall, smiling sheepishly as you tuck him back into his boxers. You sit on your knees in front of him and he stares at you, half in awe, half in apprehension. “Are you going to tell people about this?” he questions, slightly anxious, wiping some sweat from his brow.
“No, I can’t lose my job, we’ve just broken a bunch of rules, you realise?” you tease and he smiles slightly.
“Are we going to do this again? Or you know… something else?” he glances at your body, feeling a little bad he couldn’t do anything to make you feel like he just did.
“Maybe, maybe not, you’ll just have to wait and see,” you taunt, pecking his cheek and rising to your feet. He cranes his neck to watch as you fetch your bag and coat. You glance at him over your shoulder, seeing him sitting on the floor, his legs stretched out in front of him, looking dazed and ruined. You can’t help but giggle, the sound stirring his stomach again. “See you soon, Longbottom,” you blow a mocking kiss and leave. He stares after you, both glad you’re gone so he can process what just happened, and also wishing you were never away from him again.
Tomorrow at work was either going to be heaven or hell on earth, and he found himself eager to find out.
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Summary: Being at Hogwarts at university-level had it's perks, such as unsupervised days in the greenhouse with Neville. Reader finds herself in an unfortunate position thanks to a flower in the greenhouse and Neville has to figure out how to help while being a gentleman and preserving their friendship.
Tags: Sex pollen, Mildly dubious consent, Fingering, P in V, Unprotected sex, Begging, Friends to lovers, Minor yearning, HogwartsUniversity!AU, Post-war/Eighth year, Virgin!Neville (he just is, I don't make the rules), Too much backstory, Sentient Hogwarts, Silly fluffy ending.
Word count: 11.1k
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Authors note: Can you see why I've been gone so long??? This had zero business being 11k words but I'm a chronic overexplainer so here we are!! Skip the first 9 paragraphs if you don't care about any worldbuilding. Continuing my 'Neville gets muscular as he gets older' agenda as per. The last line is so dumb... Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡
P.S. this is technically day 23 of my kinktober but it's january so lets not talk about that
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Hogwarts worked in mysterious ways, with its own indecipherable motives. This much had always been true but was especially recognised lately. Once rebuild efforts had concluded after the war, Professor McGonagall, like every headmaster before her, bar Severus Snape, had sent out invitations to recent graduates to join the Higher Education program, a two-year program that would prepare its students to become a professor in any chosen field, subject to meeting entry requirements of the course. Demand for this program was higher than it ever had been, so many recent Hogwarts graduates felt like they had missed so much time at Hogwarts, that they were willing to come back on the program just to make up for lost time. At first, McGonnagal thought of shutting the whole thing down or at least raising entry requirements for joiners; there wasn’t exactly enough room in the designated Higher Education quarters for all the applicants. And though the regular student population had dwindled significantly over the course of the war (best not thought about too hard), it seemed wrong to try and room adults with 15-year-olds just to fit everyone in. The night before she intended to send out the letters of amendment to the required marks, McGonagall felt bizarrely compelled to go on a stroll around the castle, feeling drawn down a route she didn't often find herself going. There, she found a brand new door, behind which were brand new living quarters, just big enough for all the applicants. Although she should have been relieved, McGonagall was initially rather frustrated by this. Why now did the blasted old castle decide it could build, when nearly all summer long volunteers had been slaving away to restore the castle? The windows glittered as if to wink at her, she decided that the daft old thing must have liked the attention. McGonagall found herself relieved, she too felt that the recent graduates were not ready for the career world quite yet, having had not only their final year of study lost to the war, but the years before that tarnished by looming threats and incompetent bumblers. Also, there was an urgent need for qualified teachers of magic, so the more the merrier, even if most of them would only use it as a springboard into something else.
You had always been a shoo-in either way, although you never got to sit your NEWTs, the honourary grades you were given were stellar, supported by fantastic results in your OWLs and overall fantastic conduct in class. The blemishes on your record from the Carrow's note-taking were wiped, leaving your record squeaky clean. You received your acceptance letter and list of supplies and felt like you were eleven again. Everyone was required to specialise in a subject, and while you'd had a couple in which you had adequate grades which you might have chosen, you went for Herbology in the end, as it was something you loved. In all honesty, you liked Professor Sprout the best and were eager to train under her.
As soon as you received your letter, you wrote to Neville. There was no doubt in your mind that he would be studying under Professor Sprout alongside you, despite not even knowing if he had applied to the program initially. He quickly confirmed this suspicion when he wrote back to you, saying he had a sneaky feeling about you as well. The two of you had become fast friends in the sixth year, both being in Advanced Herbology. You'd known each other a little here and there before that, but in this class, your friendship truly formed. The class was very small, as the interest in Advanced Herbology was low, most careers only required a decent grade in standard Herbology, so even those with interest had to prioritise other things for the sake of their future, such as Potions or Charms. There were only the two of you and a pair of Slytherin girls who, despite seeming genuinely very passionate about the subject, refused to converse with the two of you and whispered amongst themselves all the time. This was fine with both of you, as you had each other, taking time to study together, walking to and from class, and working efficiently during any pair work. The two of you had been ripped apart during the war, you had to steer clear of Hogwarts for your safety, and Neville, being intensely monitored by the Carrows at the time, refused to write to you and risk revealing your location to them, so you had been out of contact for quite a while. You wrote to him again on his birthday and had been corresponding a little since, but things felt slightly stunted. You hadn't seen each other in so long and Neville was never the best when it came to socialising.
Arriving at Hogwarts once again had been intensely bittersweet. So many good and bad memories to try and process all at once, it felt overwhelming. You'd had to step outside during the sorting but found yourself far from alone out there. So many people were broken. You apprehensively made your way over to Hermione and said hello. She pulled you into a tight hug, as you hadn't seen her for a long time either. You listened as she explained about Harry and Ron, that they didn't want to go into teaching, and though she'd explained over and over that most people that do the program don't end up teaching, they'd still refused to come. Trying to make the most of it, she tells you it'll be nice to spend time with other friends for once and you nod along. She is somehow specialising in three subjects, she'd wanted to do more of course, but it hadn't been allowed. Trust Hermione to work herself to the bone happily. You'd made it to your room later that night, a private room with an en-suite, which felt awfully fancy for Hogwarts, and settled in. Being back was an odd feeling, you could see the cracks in the stone everywhere you looked, there was pain everywhere, yet so much good to try and find.
To your complete relief, when you started your first day in the Greenhouses, things fell back into place with Neville instantly. At first, you'd greeted him with a hug, which had been awkward as he hadn't been expecting it, but very pleasant once he figured out what was going on. Soon after this though, as Professor Sprout set you her first task (to prepare some plants for her third years), things were back to as they were, perfect. You worked together well, talking and laughing easily, and though occasionally the chat went sour and the mood fell, this was happening with everyone lately, a byproduct of the war, there was so little to talk about that wasn't tarnished that it was a wonder the two of you were able to laugh as much as you were. Neither of the two girls from advanced Herbology were there, and although this initially saddened you both, you conceded that there could be many reasons for it. There weren’t many Slytherin returners, there never had been, but after the war especially, the turnout was pathetic. Most Slytherins avoided their peers after the war for fear of ostracism, which was fair as people had some pretty bad opinions on them but sad because there were several Slytherins who hadn’t been on the wrong side of history who were still facing hostility.
The course was a lot of independent study of assigned texts and essay-writing, but all day on a Tuesday and half a day on a Thursday, the two of you were in the smaller greenhouse behind the ones for teaching, working on various projects, which also sometimes required your attention out of teaching hours. This greenhouse was set aside initially for research purposes at Sprout’s predecessor's request, but now was being used to train those in the higher education program. Despite this greenhouse being smaller than the two nearer the grounds, it was still fairly large and complex. Upon entering, you came into a little cloakroom, where you would have to don your aprons and gloves before entering, with a sink in the corner for washing up when leaving and entering. The next room was the main growing area, growing various plants that weren’t dangerous but were still perhaps best kept out of the reach of the younger students. There was a long wooden workbench in the middle of the room for potting and taking notes and whatever else you might need to do. Off of the opposite end of this room, there were three doors, one that led to a small room which was always kept humid and at tropical temperatures, one which was always kept cool and dry and one lockable room in which more dangerous plants were kept, such as venomous tentacula or fanged geraniums, only to be accessed with Professor Sprout supervising.
Professor Sprout would only tutor the two of you on Thursday, so with the exception of the first few weeks, the two of you were entirely alone from 9 am to 4 pm on a Tuesday. Although it sounded a little salacious when you told friends, the truth was that most Tuesdays you were both too busy for anything to happen. Not that anything would of course, but certain assumptions were made when people heard you were alone together for hours with what they assumed was an easy subject. Mostly your days were full of tending to the plants, having to frequently refer to your notes for how each should be cared for (how much water? what temperature should the water be? do they require singing to?), observing any plants that were the subjects of your essays and preparing plants so they would be safe for lessons with younger year groups.
It’s a Tuesday like any other. Neville is carefully planting some seeds across the workbench from where you’re delicately pruning a particularly active flitterbloom bush, setting the clippings aside to send to the potions department later. One of Neville’s research subjects is observing what methods of growth acceleration work the best and cause the least damage to the plants they’re applied to. He has been planting, growing and replanting dittany over and over for weeks now, but was still gathering more data as he came across more and more methods to test, and each had to be tested several times over to rule out external factors.
Your research was on the merits and drawbacks of pruning, and which plants took best and worst to the practice. Pruning was useful as it allowed more ingredients to be obtained from individual plants for potioneering purposes, but generally was thought to be harmful to the overall health of the plant. You were attempting to write a definitive list of which of the 25 most common plants used in potions could be pruned and which couldn’t, which to your surprise had hardly been researched before as the belief of its harmfulness had permeated the field since 1870 and most Herbologists had steered clear of it since. Your research seemed to be proving it wasn’t nearly as harmful as thought.
The two of you chat idly as Neville uses a pipette to apply various growth potions to the soil of his newly planted seeds and you carefully measure the regrowth of a stem of the flitterbloom bush that you pruned a few weeks ago, struggling as the stem swayed about.
“I can’t believe Hermione talked Ron and Harry into actually joining the course next term,” Neville hums, extracting exactly 5 millilitres of potion from a bottle with his pipette. You scoff.
“For real this time? They keep saying that yet nothing ever comes of it,” you shake your head, scribbling down your measurement on the parchment beside you.
“Yes, really, two new rooms have appeared in the boys' dorms with their names on them, if Hogwarts knows, it must really be happening,” his tongue sticks out slightly between his teeth as he concentrates on dropping the liquid right in the middle of the little pot. Not wanting to throw his research, you wait until he’s done to reply.
“Perhaps Harry and Ron don’t even know it themselves,” you joke, making Neville chuckle.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if the castle decided it for them,” he carefully pushes the cork back into the top of the potion bottle. “The castle is quite odd lately, perhaps it has whatever its equivalent of brain damage is from the war, it’s acting much more blatantly,”
“How so?” you tilt your head in his direction, soothing your finger over the agitated stem that you just had to hold taut for measuring.
“I’m sure you’ve heard all the stories of people getting stuck in rooms with the people they like, doors literally disappearing until they confess or otherwise!” Neville laughs, carefully moving his pots back to their designated spot on the windowsill. With his back turned, you can’t help but glance at the door despite yourself, wondering if it’s still there. It is. You quickly avert your eyes from the door as he turns back toward you. “It’s why there’s suddenly all these couples popping up, sure the castle has always been a little cheeky, but never so obvious before, it all started with the higher education wing appearing overnight and it’s seemingly been madness since,” he shakes his head, picking up another batch of pots containing little sprouts at various heights that he has to measure.
“It’s sweet how many people have liked each other and not even known… has it always been people who like each other stuck together?” you ask, stroking your quill, feeling the soft tufts beneath your fingers.
“As far as I’ve heard, each time it’s happened it’s ended well,” Neville shrugs, rifling through his bag for his measuring tape. You glance at the door again, seeing it still there. Unrequited, you figure, that door will stay right where it is.
“I wonder where the brain of the castle is if it even has such a thing… it is sentient in some ways, so there must be an equivalent right?” you ponder as he loudly removes his books from his bag and thuds them onto the workbench.
“The room of requirement? For some reason that comes to mind… a fire in your brain can’t be good,” he chuckles, his voice slightly strained as he peers under the table for the offending measuring tape.
“You can borrow mine,” you suggest softly as he comes up with nothing.
“No it’s fine, you need it,” he waves his hand dismissively, standing up from his stool. “I’ll fetch mine from my room, I’m fairly certain I know exactly where it is on my desk, can’t believe I forgot it again,” he grumbles the last part to himself. “Be back in 15, watch my plants,” he smiles, although you can tell from his sheepish look that he’s embarrassed to have forgotten something yet again. Luckily, you could head back to fetch things at any time at your level, no longer having to ask to go to the toilet or anything like that. There was no one here to ask. You smile back, watching as he enters the cloakroom. A few moments later, you see his heavily blurred figure heading up the hill through the heavily rippled glass of the greenhouse windows. In the newfound quiet, you return to your work, hearing only the spray of simulated rain in the tropical growing room.
Finally finished with the flitterbloom, you stand to retrieve your next plant, a valerian bush, for pruning. As you move to stand and step forward, you feel an odd pressure at your ankle. Stepping forward anyway, you realise too late that your foot is hooked on a support between the legs of your stool, sending both you and the stool off balance and toppling over toward the room-length counter that holds all the various plants. Reflexively, your body twists and your arms come up to shield your head as you thud loudly into the solid wood surface, causing a choir of wobbling pots, luckily with no ensuing crash of broken terracotta, you had to count your blessings somewhere. A dull pain throbs through your body, starting from the side that crashed against the counter. Thud! A yelp rips from you as the stool, still twined with your leg, falls onto your thigh. Luckily, it is only light and will leave a small bruise at most, your side colliding with the counter on the other hand…. You shut your eyes tight, feeling utterly embarrassed about what just happened despite being alone. You weren’t normally this clumsy and you were sure you looked a mess, an undignified heap on the floor, too shocked to stand up or even open your eyes yet. In the permeating silence, you sit on the cold stone floor and try not to cry, from the shock more than the pain.
A violent sneeze overtakes your body, the action of it hurting your side. You sniff and cough, dust seemingly surrounding you. You must have jostled some old dusty plants that hadn’t been touched in a while when you collided with the surface. Surrendering to the coughs and sniffs that wracked through your pained body, you wait it out until the dust subsides, grabbing your bruised side as you double over with violent sneezes and sputters. Finally, a deep breath of clean air, you sag against the counter and try to gather yourself now you can breathe properly once more.
“It was exactly where I thought it was…” The door from the cloakroom creaks open in the silence as Neville enters, clutching his measuring tape. “I can be so scatterbrained,” he huffs, his eyes sweeping the room at the height he expects you to be. In embarrassment your eyes squeeze tighter, not wanting him to see the mess you’d gotten yourself into. Upon not seeing you, he glances around for any evidence you might be in one of the back rooms, though not thinking of a reason you would be.
“Down here,” you squeak, your voice hoarse from coughing. The words itch your throat and you splutter slightly once more as he rounds the workbench and spots you on the ground. You give a sheepish smile, finally having opened your eyes. It’s painfully obvious from your stool-adorned leg what happened, you just hope he doesn’t think any less of you. He shouldn’t, he has a reputation for being clumsy himself, but you can’t help but worry. “I fell,” you rasp pathetically.
“Are you alright?” he surges toward you and kneels, immediately examining your head for any bumps, rubbing over your scalp gently. The action makes your cheeks heat up, but you try to ignore it.
“I’m okay, I landed on my side,” you reply as he carefully removes the stool from around your leg and stands it back up beside the workbench. His arms wrap around you and he carefully lifts you to stand, you yelp as the movement stretches your side and he shushes you gently.
“It’s alright, there we go… just—,” he holds you steady until you’re stable on your feet. When he lets go of you, it feels oddly painful deep in your stomach, but you brush that off.
“Thank you,” you whisper shyly.
“Do you need to see Madam Pomfrey?” he asks, bringing his hand up to feel your skull once more, worrying over whether you might have been badly injured. You lean slightly into his hand without meaning to.
“No I promise, it was just my side and my thigh,” you insist, inwardly wishing he’d brush his hand against those spots to check them. For a moment his hand moves like he might, but he stops himself.
“If you’re sure,” he inspects you once more, hovering behind you as you sit back down on the stool, trying to brush past this whole incident. “Can I grab your plant for you?” he offers. “Which were you going for?” you want to complain, but his eyes are wide and earnest and you know he wants to help.
“The valerian… and could you pop the flitterbloom back for me?” you request, hesitantly testing the tender skin where the stool collided with your thigh, wincing at the throb of pain that followed your touch. Neville dutifully returns the flitterbloom to the counter, then places the valerian bush before you. Behind you, you hear him gently pushing some of the pots that had moved when you smashed into the counter back into place. You flush and keep your head down, pretending to inspect the valerian bush but not being able to focus. Your brain feels a little fogged up, you assume from the shock of the fall. Not wanting to alarm Neville in any way, you grab your tape measure and pretend to measure the leaf regrowth. He quietly moves around the workbench, bringing his pots over to your side of the bench and sitting down beside you to resume his work, his brows furrowed in concern for you. “Really, I’m okay,” you chuckle, but the weakness of your voice does little to reassure him.
“It’s better if I sit here, just in case something happens,” he says, more firmly than he usually says anything. That side of him was new since the war, this ability to stick up for himself in smaller situations. He’d always known how to stick up for the greater good, but little things like this, he would allow himself to be walked all over, too scared of losing a friend. Now that he has more confidence, he’s not so afraid to dispute his nearest and dearest, knowing you’re unlikely to end your friendship with him over this. And if you did, it would be weird and not his fault anyway. The tone of voice is also on the newer side and it stirs something in your belly.
You sit side by side working on your respective projects. Well, Neville is working, you’re more just going through the motions while your mind hovers elsewhere, not allowing you to focus on what you’re meant to be doing. Maybe you were concussed… but you hadn’t hit your head during the fall, so what was wrong? You take a few deep breaths, trying to slow your heart which still seems to be beating slightly fast. Slowly but surely, your body starts to feel a little warm. You glance to make sure the door to the tropical room hasn't opened as your cardigan starts to feel a little stuffy. No matter where you look in the room, you can’t find any source of excess heat. A puff of breath breaches your lips, you’re growing uncomfortable now, the heat only seems to rise and rise. With great unnecessary difficulty, you wrestle yourself free of your cardigan, throwing the wretched thing on the ground beside you with a grunt. Neville gives you a confused look, but not yet seeing anything obviously wrong with you, returns to his measurements. There is relief from the warmth that was engulfing you, but only for ten minutes at most, as soon you are sweltering once more. An awful voice at the back of your head tries to convince you to throw off all of your clothes, but you keep it together, merely squirming in your seat, rubbing your thighs together to try and quell the growing ache in your belly that your mind isn’t quite registering yet. In a last-ditch effort, you sip some water from your lukewarm water bottle, the relief it provides is even shorter than before. Your head whips around now, searching fruitlessly once more for the source of this despicable heat, but finds nothing. Neville is unfazed beside you, still wearing his sweater and looking perfectly comfortable. The only thing you can think of is that Neville must be radiating the heat, as nothing else could explain your sudden discomfort. You reach your hand out toward him, trying to gauge if it gets warmer the closer it gets to his side. This finally catches his attention and when he looks up, he’s met with your flushed clammy face and dilated pupils.
“Whoa! Is everything alright?” he sputtered, leaning back slightly as if worried you’re contagious. This upsets you and you let out an unseemly whine.
“I’m hot,” you huff, pushing your hair back from your face to get more cool air on your skin. “Really hot,” Neville’s eyes brush over you for a moment as he considers just how hot you are, before promptly snapping himself out of it.
“You do look a little… feverish,” he agrees, reaching out and touching the back of his hand to your forehead. You lean forward into the touch, moaning softly. Your skin is burning and slightly tacky with sweat, which makes Neville frown deeply. How could you have suddenly developed such a terrible fever? He pulls his hand back, but you immediately whine and claw at his arm to pull his hand back. Too baffled to protest, he lets you pull his hand to your cheek and watches you lean against it happily. He gently runs his thumb over your cheekbone before catching himself. “Are you alright?” he enquires once more, keeping his voice soothing.
“Don’t stop touching me,” you pout, looking up at him through your lashes with a look that is wholly inappropriate for an academic premises. He swallows.
“Wha-what?” he stammers, watching as you nuzzle against his hand.
“It helps the heat… don’t stop,” you whimper, reaching out to try and pull him closer by his sweater, but not being strong or focused enough to do it. This failure pulls another whine from you. Neville’s mind reels completely and he has to look away from you to compose himself, though he keeps your cheek cradled in his palm. What was going on with you? Were you ill? His eyes find the spot where he’d found you on the floor just earlier in his attempts to avoid the sultry unexplainable look you were giving him. “I need you to touch me,” you mewl, making him shiver.
“I’m not sure that’s–” he cuts himself off when his eyes land on the plant on the counter above where you fell. Lamprocapnos libidinosus, also known as the dripping heart, a magical relative of the bleeding heart flower in the muggle world. A common ingredient in lust potions and aphrodisiacs, highly dangerous in the wrong hands due to the potent amorous effects of its spores. Neville vaguely remembers Professor Sprout's warnings that one of the PhD students was being allowed to grow it for research and to steer completely clear of it. A warning he’s sure you would have headed if you hadn’t been tumbling toward it. Even from afar, he notices a couple of burst spore pods. “Oh no…” he mumbles to himself, dropping his hand from your cheek. You immediately protest but he stops you short. “When you fell… you didn’t happen to breathe in any dust, did you?” his voice shakes slightly, this cannot be happening to you. He always thought they shouldn’t have the plant growing in this greenhouse, even if only experienced herbologists were allowed in. Accidents happened as he knew all too well, and now his vague fears had become a biting reality.
“Yeah, why?” your voice is soft and sweet as you paw at him, trying to get him to hug you, or presumably something more. Neville flushes brightly and shoots upright, making a mad dash for his textbooks, still on the workbench from when he’d been searching through his bag. You wail at his absence, feeling the heat that had reduced to a low simmer return to a full boil. “Please…” you sob at him, not even knowing why you want what you want. “Just hold me, comfort me,” The look in your eye has him breaking, and if he remembers what little he’s read about the plant, you must be rather uncomfortable right now. He returns to your side and allows you to cling to his arm, bumping your head into his shoulder like a loving cat, while he frantically searches for the information he needs to help you. After several panicked flick-throughs, he locates the page.
Lamprocapnos libidinosus; also known as the Dripping Heart or the Flower of Lust.
At the top of the page is information entirely useless to this cause, the best season to plant, how much light is needed, etcetera, but finally Neville finds what he’s looking for under the ‘uses’ section. It’s tough to focus on reading when you’re practically trying to get under his sweater with him, pushing the knit material slightly up his side, your fingertips brushing his abdomen and making him jolt. He pushes your hand away but pulls you into a hug to silence your outcries, which you’re more than happy to sink into. He’s hugged you plenty of times so he pretends this is perfectly normal as he wills his brain to digest what's in front of him on the page. It’s hard to keep this pretending up as he can hear you sniffing him and moaning deeply at the smell of his shower gel, mixed with just a hint of sweat, which in this state only fuels your arousal, acting as a pheromone, worsening your need.
He skims the section frantically. Inhalation of the spores will lead to overwhelming feelings of lust even in small doses, however, the dose may affect who this lust is directed toward. Smaller doses will only worsen lust toward people already lusted after by the infected person, while larger doses will cause these feelings of lust to latch onto whoever is around, no matter prior relationships. The infected person will pursue their object of affection at any cost, they will be unable to focus on anything but the lust that has overtaken them. These feelings of lust, if left untreated, can cause extreme discomfort in the infected person, high fevers, intense symptoms of arousal (such as fluid secretions), shivers, brain fog and other symptoms varying by person and dose. The only way to cure the infected person of these symptoms and return them to full faculties is to have them reach climax.
It seems that you have chosen him as the object of your affections. Neville looks down at you as you hug him tight, continuously trying to slip your hand beneath his jumper. Out of selfish curiosity, he heads for the plant to try and determine how large of a dose you got and whether you may have already experienced feelings of lust toward him before the effects of the plant. When he moves away, you practically sob.
“Please don’t!” you wail, diving for him and into his arms once more. For now, you seemed to be mostly content just being held in his arms, and it’s clear you find it painful when separated from him for even a moment, so Neville has to relent. He delicately lifts you, and although having you wrap your legs around his hips hadn’t been a part of his plan, he supposes it does help keep you steady. He blushes brightly as he walks over to inspect the flower. He’s never held anyone like this, so intimately. Your skirt rides up where your legs wrap around him and he has to tear his eyes away before his thoughts become too inappropriate. You like the sight as much as he does. “You’re so strong,” you purr in his ear, your voice much lower than normal. He shivers and you feel it, the knowledge you’re having some effect on him overtakes your lust-addled brain.
“Th-thank you, I’ve been exercising a lot since the war,” he mumbles, counting all the burst pods on the plant. He counts five, but he’s not sure if that’s considered a large dose or not. Probably, but the pods do look rather small.
“Mmm, it’s so hot…” you purr, trying to wriggle against him. Neville’s face turns red and he practically drops you, but holds you steady so you don’t fall once more once your feet touch the ground.
“Don’t say stuff like that!” he yelps.
“It’s true,” you pout. “I need you,” you try to hop up into his arms again but he holds you firmly on the ground, practically shaking. Really, this should’ve been a dream come true for him, he’d had feelings for you practically since the day the two of you met, but he felt disgusted with himself for every wave of excitement that passed over him. You were burning up, your cheeks brightly flushed, a deep ache at the pit of your belly and an ever-growing wetness in your underwear. All you could think about was how it might feel to have Neville soothing the fire inside you with deep strong thrusts, you moan aloud, if you focus enough you can almost feel it. “I bet you’re big, I bet you’d fill me up so well,” you murmur, looking up at him seductively.
“I- Merlin…” Now Neville feels overheated, he tries to push you away a little but you aren’t letting him. The image of filling you up won’t leave his head no matter how much he commands it to. It doesn’t help that you’re now trying your best to reach his jaw to kiss it.
“Please…” you beg once more. “I need it so badly…” his resistance crumbles for a moment and his hands drop from your sides, allowing you to rush forward and attach your lips to his jaw. His eyes slip shut and he whimpers as you hold him close and lavish his neck and jaw with attention. His arms wrap around you, hands gently skimming your back as you continue to pepper him with kisses. “Please,” you whisper against his skin, your hand dropping to the buckle of his belt. The feeling of you tugging at his belt makes his eyes shoot open. He realises in a sudden flood of shame what he’s allowed you to do. You’ll hate him for this once you’re back to normal. He grabs your shoulders harshly and pushes you away. You squeak as he sits you on one of the stools, your eyes filling with tears at the rejection. You’d been so close to what you needed, and now with this newfound distance from him, you were in pain once more, a horrible throb in your stomach.
“Listen to me,” he breathes shakily. “We can’t do this, you’ll regret it as soon as it’s over,”
“No, I–”
“You’re not in your right mind, you don’t know what you actually want,” he asserts again, reminding himself more than anything. He takes a deep breath and thinks. The only way to cure you according to the textbook was for you to reach climax. In colloquial stories about the plant, he’d always heard that orgasm would have to be reached with the help of another person, but the book didn’t stipulate this, maybe this was the answer. You could do it alone. His cheeks were flushed bright red as he opened his mouth once more. “What you need to do is… er… I’m going to take you into the cloakroom, alright?” he swallows, cautiously pulling you up from the stool onto your feet. You would need to sit somewhere to do this presumably and sitting on the stool or the workbench in here could lead to falling and disaster all over again. The best place he could think of was the bench in the cloakroom where people could sit to remove their shoes. You would have the wall to lean against and wouldn’t be sitting on the cold stone floor. Beneath you, he lays out a towel and then helps you to sit down on top of it. The towel was intended to make you more comfortable, but he considers with a blush that it might be necessary for other reasons also. He clears his throat. “Now, you have to… er… get yourself… uhm…” he can’t seem to make himself say the words. With a soft tug at his sleeve, you pull him to kneel between your legs, your faces nearly level given how much height he has on you.
Before he can stop you, you kiss him. His brain stops functioning for a moment, all he can do is wrap his arms around you and kiss back, so intoxicated by the way your lips move against his. He didn’t have much experience with kissing, but there was no doubt this was the best kiss of his life. You moan against his mouth and it sets all his nerve-endings alight, making him push even closer to you in desperation. For you, the kiss is a sweet relief, cool water washing over your overheated body, but even so, you need more. There’s an incessant throbbing between your legs, a horrible feeling of emptiness that you know only Neville could fill. Trying to urge him on, you brush your tongue against his lips, hoping for entry. You’re allowed in for one tantalising moment before he pulls away with a start when your tongues graze against each other. The whine that rips from your throat is downright pathetic, but you don’t have the faculties to care at that moment. You look at him through your lashes, watching as he fights to regain his composure, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Never in his life has he felt as weak as in this moment, rendered so malleable by his desire for you. The two of you are friends. How will you react when you come back to normal and discover he let you kiss him in this state? That he’s allowed his selfishness to get in the way of what’s right? He jumps to his feet, ignoring your cries and protests as much as it pains him to do so.
“Look, the textbook says that the only way to cure you of this is… a uh… a climax,” he blushes and chokes on the words slightly. “I’m going to keep watch outside that nobody comes in, all you have to do is… you know…”
“Get myself off?” you supply in a sultry voice.
“Yes, exactly,” he clears his throat, turning to leave you alone.
“Nev, please… I need your help… I don’t want to do it alone,” you plead, your voice soft and needy.
“No, you can do it alo– oh… wow,” he exhales heavily as his eyes reach you once more. In an effort to persuade him, you’d pulled up the hem of your skirt and spread your legs, revealing your thighs and your soaked panties to him. The cold air makes you shiver but doesn’t actually cool you down in the slightest. It takes a great deal of strength to keep Neville from lunging himself at you. You look positively delicious, the wetness of your panties allowing him an outline of your most intimate areas, the skin of your thighs soft and plump and enticing. If he was even a slightly feebler man, he’d already be on his knees, devouring you through the thin, damp fabric. Just imagining how you might taste has him weak in the knees. “Oh Merlin…” he breathes, feeling his erection, which has been slightly present for the last half-hour or so, straining painfully against the zip of his jeans. The needy seductive look on your face almost breaks him, he takes a step toward you, causing you to light up, before he stops himself and just stares. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers, unable to help himself. He watches you squirm in response.
“Please, I need you,” you beg, unbuttoning your shirt as he observes. The garment falls to the ground, leaving you in your plain bra. Neville doesn’t seem to mind how simple the garment is in the slightest, his breath hitching as you reveal yourself.
“I really shouldn’t” he tries again, but he cannot rip his eyes from your body.
“I can’t do it alone, I feel so empty,” you whimper, spreading your legs further. “Please, fill me, I need your cock,” Neville nearly faints at those words, at the pleading way you say them, at how desired you’re making him feel. His legs carry him forward before his brain can catch up and he sits beside you on the bench. His brain finally does catch up just in time to stop you from sitting in his lap.
“Maybe I can help a little, but we can’t… I can’t uh… I can’t ‘fill’ you,” he gives in, despite knowing he probably shouldn’t. He had heard many times that another person was needed to reverse the effects of the Dripping Heart, so it was likely he did have to help, given the fact you hardly seemed satisfied with the idea of getting off alone. He could still be as much of a gentleman about it as possible. He knew the both of you had limited sexual experience, he himself was a virgin and though he wasn’t sure about you, he would guess you were in the same boat or had only had one partner before. With both of you having so little experience, he didn’t want to go all the way, as for you it would likely be regrettable. You plead with him softly, trying to climb into his lap still, despite his strong arms holding you at bay. Each plea weakens his resolve and he knows you know it because you’re babbling now.
“Please, please Nev, I need you inside me, to fuck me, I’ve never needed anything so badly, please, I know you want me too,” he deserved a medal for being able to resist you for this long, most other boys would have given in the second the girl of their dreams said something even remotely flirty, but he was somehow just barely resisting your pleas to have sex with him.
“Sit down,” he implores you, and you quickly obey, batting your lashes at him. “I’m going to help you, okay? But you need to stay still and just… take what I give you, don’t ask for more, okay?” These words seem to excite you, you squirm and nod, eagerly allowing him to spread your legs. His shaking hand rests on your bare thigh for a moment as he takes a few composing breaths. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do, it was something he had dreamed of incessantly, but now it felt like it could ruin his life if he wasn’t careful. You tug softly at his arm, trying to get his hand where you want it, bucking against the air.
“Please…” you sob, clenching around nothing as you look at his large hand against your thigh. He shushes you gently.
“I’m about to, just give me a second,” he stammers, trying to sort through his brain for any information he has on how to do this. He averts his eyes, figuring you wouldn’t have wanted him to see you so intimately, even if the damp fabric of your panties had already given him a pretty good look. Slowly, he places his hand on the apex of your thigh, shivering at the damp warmth he can feel radiating from your core. You mewl. Despite the pain in his neck from the position, he keeps his eyes locked on the wall behind you, pointedly ignoring how arousing the sounds you made were. Gathering his courage, he carefully slips the tips of his fingers past the fabric of your underwear and groans aloud at how wet you are. Your nectar gathers on his fingers and for a moment he just gently swipes them up and down to gather as much as possible, hearing your desperate moans as you lean your head on his shoulder. He never knew a woman could be this wet, and sure perhaps the flower was exacerbating it, but the thought still had him unendingly aroused. The angle wasn’t quite right, so he removed his hand, whining in unison with you at the separation. Your essence dripping down his fingers was like a siren song, trying to lure him to lick his fingers clean and finally get a taste of you. How could he ever explain that to you later? To his infinite regret, he doesn’t bring them to his mouth, sliding his hand into your panties once more, now from the top. This angle works a lot better, your hips immediately buck as his fingers slide over your clit.
“There, please, right there,” you beg, and he’s glad for the advice. A little unsure but determined (no point backing out now, at least he might be able to cure you), he relocates the spot that makes you shiver and whine. Your reaction tells you exactly when he’s found the little bundle of nerves once more and he takes a deep breath, before gently beginning to circle his fingers around it. It’s something he remembers hearing in the common room, and it seems it was good advice as soon you’re panting in his ear like a dog in heat, mewling his name softly. He can’t believe the noises you’re making, the sinful way you’re saying his name, it’s like perfect torture, it takes a lot out of him not to look. “Yes, fuck… Nev…” you whine, feeling the syrupy pleasure coursing through your body. “Yes, yes! More!”
“More?” he croaks, unsure what you mean by that. As a guess, he tries circling faster, and though you definitely seem to like it, your hips canting up into his touch, he can feel you shaking your head against his shoulder.
“Need you inside,” you cry, making his cock twitch in his jeans.
“We- we can’t do- that,” he stutters, although he’s never wanted to more in his life. He wholeheartedly agrees with your pained sob in response, but he knows it’s for the best. “How about… er… my fingers? Inside?” he gulps, flustered that he’s even in a situation where he can ask such a thing.
“O-okay,” you whimper. Neville fumbles around for a moment, trying to figure out where to put his fingers. It would be much easier if he could see what he was doing, but he’s already decided he shouldn’t. The fact that he touched you will no doubt be mortifying enough once you’re back to normal. With a little guidance from you, he very slowly and cautiously presses two fingers into you, making you gasp in pleasure. You’re wet and warm and tight around his fingers and he practically drools imagining how you might feel around his cock, almost cumming on the spot just thinking about it. Merlin, he was such a pathetic virgin, maybe he should be taking the chance and losing his virginity now, but it just doesn’t feel right when he doesn’t know how you’ll feel about it afterwards. He presses his forehead to the cool wall to calm himself down and prevent him from looking at how you took his fingers in, withdrawing them just slightly and then pressing them back in. The sound that comes from you makes Neville’s heart skip, so lewd and sinful and full of ecstasy. He wants desperately to kiss you, but he knows he shouldn’t.
At your renewed pleading, he starts up a steady pace, thrusting his fingers in and out the way he wished he could with his cock, feeling filthy for even thinking it. The wet sound that each thrust made, accompanied by your wanton moans makes him feel like he’s the one who has been infected by the flower, so crazed with desire. Could there have been some pollen on you that he inhaled when he helped you up? It didn’t seem impossible, but he was also a young man, they weren’t exactly notorious for being level-headed when it came to sex. You lean heavily against him, gasping against his shoulder at each press of his fingers, the coil in your belly twisting tighter than it ever had before. You mumble incoherent pleas and he simply shushes you, not trusting himself not to give in to you if you keep talking.
“Thumb,” you breathe between vulgar moans and though it takes his sluggish brain a moment, he realises what you want. He presses his fingers deeper, fumbling a moment before his thumb grazes your sensitive bud, making you sob in pleasure. His large deft hand pleasures you like it was made for it, all you can think of is the bliss he’s giving you as he hits all the right spots over and over. Your hand flies up, nails digging into his arm as you realise you’re dangerously close to exploding, despite the bite of your nails, he doesn’t let up his pace, too addicted to the sound of your moans to slow down now. “Nev… I’m–” you cut yourself off with a shout, pleasure shooting through your body like you were struck by lighting. Your muscles tense and tremble, your eyes rolling back in your skull, walls contracting around his fingers hard. The pleasure goes through you in strong waves, drowning you in it, not allowing you respite from shivers and moans for even a second as it wracks through you. You’d never felt anything so intense and all-consuming before. Neville feels your essence gush onto his fingers and though he should be relieved it’s over, he finds himself disappointed that he has to stop doing this, hearing those bewitching sounds. Gently, he removes his hand from you and guides your skirt back down your thighs so he can finally look toward you again. His fingers are covered in your essence, creamy and mouth-watering, the only thing that’s able to stop him from having a taste is your hand still clinging to his arm. He waits for you to gather your breath, silently smug he was able to help, but also petrified of what happens next.
“Are you alright?” he asks delicately, shifting his erection away from your back now that you might actually register it. You open your eyes and look up at him, which immediately makes him frown. Your pupils are still almost comically dilated, your cheeks still pink and clammy, and though it could just be from the aftermath of your orgasm, he immediately knows something is still wrong.
“I feel better… but not entirely,” you whisper and Neville bites his lip. Great. He stands to wash his hands in the sink, and during that brief period of absence, he watches you become consumed by the effects of the flower again, pleading for him to come back. He splashes water on his face and takes a deep breath. You had reached climax, he may not be an expert in female orgasms but he knew what he just saw and felt, so what was wrong? Was the plant in the greenhouse genetically modified in some way? Would he have to call Professor Sprout to ask for help? How exactly could he explain that he’d already given you an orgasm and it hadn’t worked? Looking back, he should have taken you to Madam Pomfrey the second he’d realised what had happened to you, but he thought you would have found it too embarrassing. Now things would be infinitely more embarrassing for the both of you if you sought out help. Lesson learned, just because he’d survived a war it didn’t mean he could deal with anything life threw at him alone. He feels you approaching from behind and turns around, allowing you to sink into his arms. “Stay with me,” you plead, holding him close.
“Okay,” he sighs, because what else can he do now? “I’m here,” He caresses your bare back and tries to forget what he just did to you, but he can’t. “I’m sorry,” he huffs, kissing your forehead without thinking. “I’ve made a mess of things, we did all that and you’re not even cured,”
“Why won’t you fuck me?” you whimper. Your boldness doesn’t even surprise him anymore.
“Because it’s not what you really want, you’d never forgive me once things got back to normal, I was just the only person around for the pollen to latch onto,”
“But that’s what the pollen wants, maybe that’s the only way to cure it, I don’t just want an orgasm, I want you inside me,” you suggest. He’s glad you’re slightly more lucid from the relief of your climax, but you’re still not entirely yourself, your voice slow and sluggish like wading through water when trying to formulate logical thoughts. He can’t deny the way his cock, which had softened slightly, was coming back to life at your words. “Please…” you nuzzle against his chest. “I promise you, I want this even when I’m not… whatever I am right now,” you chuckle. He sighs. He doesn’t quite believe you but he’s running out of ideas of what to do, and your friendship is presumably ruined anyway. Maybe he’s making excuses for himself, but it feels more and more like there’s only one thing for it. He prays you’ll remember how much you begged and how hard he tried to be a gentleman and not hate him, even if you avoid him for the rest of your life after this. “I need you,” you whisper and he gives in.
“Forgive me for this,” he pleads, before lifting you into his arms and moving back over to the bench, sitting down and letting you straddle his lap. You smile at him softly, fluttering your lashes. At least the orgasm before made you a little calmer and more agreeable. If nothing else, if he gets you to orgasm again, you might be even closer to normal. He pulls you to his chest taking a moment to embrace you for what he worries may be the last time. You nuzzle into him eagerly. “I’m a virgin, you know?” he mumbles into your shoulder, not knowing why he feels the need to say it. Those words seem to embolden you, you paw at his chest.
“I promise it’ll be good, please…” you purr. He wonders how you might have reacted if you were your regular self. Would you have found it sweet? Would you have pitied him? You probably knew, everyone knew, but you never mentioned it to him. He allows you to pull off his sweater, lifting his arms and watching you discard it across the room. When you lean in to kiss him, he doesn’t even pretend to put up a fight, holding the back of your neck and kissing you back, pouring all his unspoken feelings into it. He tries to keep it slow and gentle, but you’re far too eager, and the heat starts mounting fast. He pushes away all his doubts, telling himself he can enjoy this, or else it would be even more of a waste. The t-shirt that was under his sweater is next to go, as he pulls away to allow you to rid him of it, he studies your face, still flushed and feverish, but so beautiful, full of lust. His hands fall, one to your waist and the other to your cheek, pulling you back in, pressing his lips to yours and sliding his tongue between them. You moan against his mouth, whimpering a soft sound, a thank you or a plea for more, it’s unclear. He groans back in agreement with whatever it was you intended to say. Your tongues languidly swirl together, caressing one another affectionately. Feeling your warm hands on his bare chest makes him shiver, feeling as you explore the newfound definition of his abdomen, only light, but still a change. In turn, he presses a few kisses to your chest, shakily reaching up to rid you of your bra. It falls away and his cock twitches at the sight of your bare breasts, his breath hitching. He could have never hoped he could see you like this, could have never hoped for any of this, and yet here you were, whining and guiding his hands under your skirt. He runs his hands up and down your thighs as he kisses and sucks at the supple skin of your breasts, giving himself some time to enjoy this despite your hurry. Under different circumstances, he would have liked to have left a mark and asked you to give him one in return, but he knew this was crossing a line as if a million lines hadn’t already been crossed today. At this thought he changes his mind and sucks a tiny mark into the centre of your chest that he’s sure will fade in a few hours, staring at the light pink mark a little wistfully. “Need you inside…” you whine, despite enjoying his affection. There’d be time for that later, but right now it felt completely imperative for him to be inside of you, fearing you might explode if he didn’t give you what you wanted.
“Alright, I get it,” he sighs, placing a few more lingering kisses on the swell of your breasts. Your hands find his belt buckle and without him stopping you this time, they make quick work of it. There’s an awkward shuffle as he helps you lower his jeans around his ankles, but once you’ve settled back in his lap, you take in the sight before you. He looks big even through his boxers, just like you predicted, thick and slightly longer than average. Just the thought of him inside you makes you moan and claw off your skirt with no regard for whether it survives the encounter. Neville’s overheated back presses against the cool wall as he leans back to watch you. He doesn’t bother feeling insecure, as you look like you’ve struck gold as you drool over his length, he supposes in this state you would have been happy with anything. His hands slide up and down your sides, being gentle, taking in the sight of your body, so perfect. He wishes in the back of his mind that this won’t be the last time he sees it, but hope feels too dangerous given the circumstances. He helps you slide your panties down, groaning softly as he spots a string of arousal fluid connecting you and the fabric for a while. You want him so badly. His boxers soon follow and he hisses loudly as your hand wraps around his length. “Oh Merlin…” he whimpers, bucking his hips into your hand. “Fuck, I need you,” he parrots. The ghost of a smile crosses your face as you recognise the words as your own.
“You have me,” you whisper, shifting your hips so you’re above his cock, holding him steady as he twitches. Deep brown hooded eyes stare into yours, he can’t believe his luck. Unable to wait any longer, you sink down onto him. Neville’s eyes squeeze shut in pleasure and he grabs your hips to slow you. You feel perfect around him, warm and silky and inviting, engulfing his whole being in sickly-sweet pleasure. He pulls you close, embracing you as you moan in his ear. Slowly, he lowers you down the rest of the way until your hips are flush with his. For a moment, he simply hugs you and kisses your neck.
“Feels so good,” he pants in your ear. “So good,”
“You fill me perfectly,” you whine, squirming in his lap for friction. “So big…”
“Yeah?” he coughs, trying to sound smooth but failing, causing him to chuckle nervously. “I won’t last, I’m sorry,” he rubs his hands up and down your spine. “I wish this could last forever,” He lets go of you and leans back against the wall, his hands settling on your hips, taking a moment to admire the sight of you on top of him, him inside you. You feel him twitch within you. “Take what you want, love,” he encourages you to move. There’s no point in him trying to remain in control, all he cares about is that you reach climax, he’s bound to anyway. The nickname makes you even needier somehow, the way his voice is deep with desire. Your hands find his shoulders for purchase, eyes meeting for a moment. You’re both flushed and blissful and the look in his dark eyes shoots a jolt through you. He’s always been attractive, but to see him like this, vulnerable, needy, chest-heaving, it was something else. On his advice, you begin lifting yourself up and lowering yourself down onto his cock, moaning unabashedly with each motion. He stretches you open in the most delicious way, exactly how you’d been picturing all day, or for several years really, perfectly endowed. He relaxes and closes his eyes, groaning and whimpering as you move. Every rock of your hips stokes the flames in the both of you, sending you both toward a common end faster than you regularly might.
“Thank you,” you purr between moans. “I’ve needed this so bad,”
“I know,” he chokes out with a tired smile. “I’ve needed it too,” he gently massages the fat of your rear as you ride him, watching in bliss as he disappears inside of you over and over. Your moans rise to a fever pitch, your pace faltering slightly as your climax approaches.
“Yes! Yes!” you practically scream, all your senses heightened as you slam your hips down against him. His face scrunches up in pleasure.
“I’m going to– Ahh!” he grunts, body trembling as he releases thick ropes inside of you, whining with the aftershocks as you continue using him to chase your high. It’s so close, you can’t give up now. Neville’s hands weave into your hair, pulling your face down to his to kiss you. Your tongues meet messily as you struggle to focus on the kiss, preoccupied with your orgasm that is on the tip of your tongue. Heat pools strongly in your abdomen, and you feel the familiar ecstasy of the coil snapping in your belly. Your movement immediately ceases, walls spasming around his length as you moan loudly into his mouth, grabbing him and holding him as close as possible. Your vision whites and your brain goes blank, your whole body twitching violently. He tries his best to soothe you through it, but the pleasure isn’t allowing a single thought to form in your mind for several moments. Finally, your muscles relax and you collapse against him heavily, chest heaving with effort, skin slick with sweat. You vaguely register him removing himself from you and wiping you with a towel, but the corners of your mind are fuzzy and you just cuddle closer to him. You sit in silence for a long while and you nearly fall asleep against his shoulder when he speaks up. “Are you alright?”
“Fine,” you hum. He tilts your chin up towards him.
“Open your eyes, love,” he implores softly, to which you flutter them open. He sighs a great sigh of relief, seeing your pupils shrink as they react to the light, dilated now a regular amount, and the flush on your cheeks is much less than before. “Do you still need me?” he asks.
“Don’t go,” you panic, holding him closer, but then you realise what he means. “Oh… no, all I want is to maybe have a nap,”
“Thank Merlin, I couldn’t have gone for another round,” he jokes stiltedly. You giggle, cuddling closer once more. “You don’t hate me then?” he mumbles, as if worried he will have reminded you to hate him, gently pushing some hair from your face.
“No, you… saved me,” you shrug.
“Saved seems dramatic,”
“Well, who knows what would have happened to me if you’d just run away and left me alone? You didn’t have to do what you did, but you did it for me,” you lean up to kiss his cheek. “You gave yourself to me completely, just to save me from discomfort,”
“Trust me, it was my pleasure,” he laughs nervously and you gently swat his chest. “I’d do anything for you,” he whispers, kissing your forehead with a barely contained tenderness.
“Yeah, you’ve proved that,” you grin, kissing his cheek again. “And I for you,”
“You’d have had sex with me if I’d been the one to bump into the plant?” he prompts, sliding his hand up your bare side affectionately.
“Of course, I’d have done it way sooner too, not wasted time being a ‘gentleman’,” you tease. “Thank you for that though, it was sweet of you, even if it was unnecessary because I don’t regret it one bit,” you promise him, kissing his lips tenderly. He embraces you tighter for a moment and then loosens his grip.
“We should probably leave, I bet it's past teaching hours now,” he sighs before helping you up and to dress. Your panties are well and truly ruined, so you’re forced to go commando under your skirt. Neville wraps his sweater around your hips to help prevent it from flipping up as you walk through the grounds back to the dorms. He finds it difficult to dress himself as you keep eagerly kissing him, but finally get himself presentable, only to be pulled into another kiss. It’s not desperate or lustful like before, more playful and excited, and he’s happy to accept them. “I take it you like me,” he chuckles as you hug him tight, his arms around you in return.
“Loads,” you sigh into his t-shirt.
“I do too,”
“My room? I promise we can just cuddle and sleep,” you suggest, smiling up at him.
“Hey, give me a few hours, I might be raring to go again,” he jokes.
“Well then definitely my room so I can help you out, I owe you one, don’t I?” you giggle and wink. He blushes slightly and shakes his head.
“That plant has made a monster, come on,” he takes your hand in his. “Let’s go before someone notices and starts asking questions,” he opens the door into the greenhouse, accio-ing both of your bags over, as well as the open textbook from the workbench. “Stupid inaccurate thing,” he grumbles, stuffing it in his bag. You merely giggle at his frustration. As you turn to leave, you’re met with a gleam of magic, the door to the outside of the greenhouse rematerialising. The two of you exchange a look, neither of you had realised the door was even missing amidst the whole debacle, but it must have been, or else it couldn’t have reappeared. Hogwarts had forced the two of you together, it was likely your fall hadn’t even been organic in the first place. You knew you weren’t usually so uncoordinated.
“Huh,” Neville blinks, checking that the door now works, wondering when exactly it disappeared and how he had missed it. You scoff and shake your head in disbelief before the both of you laugh earnestly.
“Hogwarts is a total perv,”
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(hufflepuff reader? fluff? a bit of angst? established friendship with nev?)
For years you've had a crush on Ronald Weasley. It wasn't a secret between your friends but you never took it very seriously because you guys were too young. Now that you're 16, you feel like you're ready to start dating. You tell all your problems to your best friend neville since 1st year.
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You get up and get ready for the day, quickly putting on your uniform and brushing your hair and teeth and some quick make up and jewelry. You step out into the halls and pass all of your housemates and leave the common room. Everyday since 2nd year Neville Longbottom has been waiting outside of the hufflepuff entrance or sometimes inside the common room for you.
"Goodmorning' y/n." You friend says softly smiling at you sweetly.
He is such a sweetheart. You've always had trouble making friends, you weren't lonely but like, close friends. Nev was the only kid who was normal for you. He was nice, honest, kind, very likable, caring, and never forced anything despite the sex difference. Many people assume you n Neville have/are dating but you both ignored the rumors.
"Hello Neville!" You say pretty excited. Despite seeing the same person every morning for years, you were always happy to see him.
You talk his ear off as you guys walk to the great hall to eat. You guys sit with the same three people everyday. Hermione, Harry, and Ronald Weasley..
For years you've fancied him but never said anything to anyone besides Neville. Hermione picked up on it and nudged you, and Harry found out by Hermione being too obvious about it.
A few days ago, you've decided to ask Ron to go to the winter dance with you. Everyone seemed pretty supportive, Neville was iffy about it thought. If you went with Ron, he was going to be alone.
Neville never had the heart to tell you but he always felt like Ron never saw you in that way, he was to afraid to say anything negative so you wouldn't get angry at him. He didn't want to tell you because he wants you to be happy. Deep down inside Neville's heart, there was a green spot. He was jealous. He wanted to ask you, the day he was going to ask was the same day you brought up asking Ron to the dance.
Neville nod his head and told you to go ahead all cheerful knowing deep down he was angry.
"Hey y/n" Ron says. "Hello.." You replied and smiled. You sat right next to him as Neville sat down right besides you.
You look across the table and see Hermione and Harry giggling away at the fact Ron only said hi to you. Neville also noticed but didn't say anything.
You guys chat it up, eat and head to class.
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When school is over with you sat in the gryffindor common room on the couch with neville under the same blanket. Neville was blushing but you couldn't see it because the red fire was reflecting on him pale skin. Ron, Harry, and Hermione sat on the floor surrounded you and Neville all taking.
"Soo, is there anyone anybody would wanna take to the winter dance..?" Harry said locking eyes with you. Hermione laughed a bit at you stiffly sat. "Woah, y/m who are you gonna ask?" Ron says noticing all eyes are on you.
"Nobody mage don't worry." You try to brush off knowing your heart is picking up pace. "Ohh man, i feel left out" Ron said chuckling . You can't help but smile at him chuckling. The way he smirked and smiled and laughed.. merlin he was so attractive.
"Actually there's somebody i've been wanting to ask.." Ron says looking up at you. Nev sinks down in his seat unknowingly leaning towards you more hoping he wouldn't say your name.
Your eyes widen, heart beats faster. You were excited.
"Laven-"
"LAVENDER?!" shouted Harry and Hermione. Neville was even shocked leaving in raising his eyebrows.
Quickly Neville looks behind him and sees your dropped smile and serious expression. You look at Neville and chuckle. Under the blanket Neville grabs your lap, right above your knee to not make it weird letting you know it's okay.
"Blimey.. all this noise for what?" Ron says looking at Harry and Hermione. As they both were trying to convince Ron to like anyone else but her Neville put his arm around you as you just lean on his chest and sigh.
"Hey, we're going to go to my room, gonna set her stuff up for the sleepover, we'll be back." Nev tells the group before getting up.
Neville has your wrist and pulls you into his room.
"merlin's.. beard.." You say as he closed the door.
"I know, Lavender?" He says chuckling.
"OH MERLIN I KNOWWWW." You exclaim before plopping onto neville bed, face into his pillow whining.
He sits down besides you and pats your back as you moan into his pillow, not saying anything but making annoyed sounds.
"I'm sorry y/n." Nev says unknowing how to make you feel better.
"Merlin Nev, nobody is going to ask me, i don't want to go alone.
"Well, you have Harry and Hermione and.. Me." He smiles at you.
You get up and put your head on his shoulder. "Not friends Neville, i want a date." You were stern and frustrated.
As much as Neville wanted to ask you, then and there, he knew it would be inappropriate. He hugs you and lets you sit in silence.
"We can stay in here if you want, we don't have to go back out with them?" Nev offered.
"yeah, i don't really want to go out.." You say laying back down onto his pillow messing with the blankets.
"Okay, i'll tell them you fell asleep." Neville says smiling at you.
As you tuck yourself in, he walks out.
You take a deep breath and sit in the dark silent room. You really like Ron, and he doesn't like you back. You knew he didn't, he is very handsome and you think pretty low of yourself. You breath in again and realized how much you are addicted to the way Neville smells. The cologne scent mixed with the fresh smell of grass and soil.
Neville was too nice to you, what do you even do for him? Hangout with him? That's like the bare minimum. He buys you expensive gifts, puts up with your complaining, listens to you talk about Ron. You start to think about all the other stuff Neville does for you. You feel bad..
"They said it's okay" Neville says opening the door startling you causing you to jolt up.
He chuckled n lays down next to you.
That night, you guys talked, laughed, listened to each other problems, then slept.
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Days went by, Neville couldn't help but see you sad over Ron. As much as you tried not to let it get to you, it really did make you sad.
Neville decided to plan a hangout in the woods by a lake that weekend.
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"Hey y/n" Nev ask you while you guys sat in the green room taking a break from caring for the plants.
"Yeah, what's up." You replied looking up from the plant you were studying with your eyes.
"Tonight, dress nice, i want to hangout today, just me and you." Neville was flustered, even though you guys were close friends he always got nervous to ask to hangout.
"Okay, i'll get dressed after this?"
"Sounds great." Neville smiles at you.
You can't help but felt your heart jump as you watch him get nervous.
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You put ur hair in a half up half down hairdo with a white bow, you wear an ankle length dress, a nice brown shade that ends with ruffles. You throw on a dark olive green sweater your mom made you that had white accent. You end off with the jewelry you always wear and walk out.
You meet Neville out in the halls with a basket full of food and a blanket.
"Ohhh this is so cute." You say grabbing the blanket.
"I know that's why i brought this one." Neville says being happy you're in a good mood about this.
You guys start walking to the spot Neville picked and you guys laugh up a storm on the way there.
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Once you guys get to the spot, Neville starts to set up while you look at the beautiful river right besides you. Neville can't help but look at you admiring the place he picked out just for you.
"This place is beautiful Nev." You say turning around locking eyes with the dazed and distracted boy. He looks at you for a moment before blushing and looking back to the ground to set up. "Yeah, i love this place."
You sit down on the blanket and help him set everything down. Your hands sometimes brush slightly causing Neville's heart to pulse and your face to turn slightly pink.
You guys talk and eat and the sun slowly sets on you and Neville having a special moment alone. You honestly forgot about Ron for a long time, most of the time you forget about Ron when with Neville.
Neville has his own charms and more better when compared to Ron. At the end of the day, you really would pick Neville over him. Neville just understood you in a way nobody else could. He was so nice and respectful.
You help him pack when you're done and walk around for a bit in the well lit woods. Neville liked watching you stare at your surroundings and how distracted you got by everything.
"beautiful.." Nev whisper under his breath looking at you.
"What was that?" You turn around to ask. The wind blows your hair and dress perfectly.
"I said the sight is beautiful." He look at and you and smiles warmly and soft, his eye lids slightly fall and relax.
"It really is!" You turn back around and look at the trees and plants. You had no clue Neville's sight seeing was all about you.
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You and Neville were sitting down in the green room after school with some other students. You guys were talking while taking care of some plants roots.
"Oh we need water i'll be right back" You say grabbing a bucket and leaving Neville alone.
A slytherin student walked up to Neville. She was naturally beautiful as many of the students were, but she was overly beautiful. Her hair was soft and a beautiful shade of honey brown. She has evenly shaded skin and perfect hands despite working with plants for hours.
She fiddles with her long thin fingers and looks to the ground while calling Neville for his attention.
You the around from the water hose with a bucket filled with water in your hand. You see a beautiful girl with Neville, you for some reason felt jealous. What does she want from him of all people. You weren't a rude person but lately you hated anytime a beautiful girl laughed at Neville's jokes over dramatically. You hated when girls would touch his arm laughing at his jokes. You hated when their eyes lingered at Neville's face for to long.
You can't really hear what happening but as much as you wanted to walk over, what if she was going to ask him to the dance. You wanted to go with him, as friend of course, but you also wanted him to be happy. You freeze and watch blindly at what's happening.
You can't help but see her mouth move and say "dance". You knew it was over.
Neville says something and she walks away, you're unable to see her face but you walk towards Neville.
"Hey, what was that about?.." You sit down asking Neville. Apart of you didn't want to know but you were also very curious.
"she a-asked me to the dance.." Nevill said quietly he didn't even look at you and he only looked down at the plant infront of you both.
"oh.." you said even quieter.
It's silent between you too. An awkward long silence you both hated.
"I-i said no, by the way.. if u were wondering." Neville blurted out. He finally looked at you in your eyes hoping to see you less upset. He got what he wanted. You tried not to but you smiled.
"But why? She's cute." You asked feeling not so confident in yourself.
"Yeah but she's not you.." His hand fell over yours. Your heart started beating faster as you swallowed hard.
"I know you already, and like you. You're more fun and i really want to go with you. Will you go to the dance with me, like.. just me. No Hermione, No Harry, j-just us?" His face went pink as he started to stutter.
He scanned your face looking for an answer worrying he won't get one or one he won't like.
"yes.. I-I would love to go with you Neville." Your voice hitched and you jumped in your seat a bit. You were so excited you leaned into him and hugged him. He chuckled and wraps his arms around your waist.
"I really like you, like i want to be with you romantically y/n." He rubbed his thumb on your lower back. "It pained me to hear about Ron all the time you know." He chuckled making you laugh at his confession.
You guys break the hug and Neville says, " If you don't want to date then that's fine. I'm okay with being friends and i won't be weird i really mean it-"
You interrupt Neville by picking up his hand and kissing it. "Don't worry, I would really enjoy being your girlfriend."
Neville blushed and you guys got back to work on the plant.
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For the winter dance you wore a light blue dress that hugged yours hips and torso. It flared a bit at the end and it was very pretty. You had a little while purse with all of your stuff and walk out into the halls.
As always, Neville is there.
"Hello y/n-" He grabs your hand softly and looks you in the eyes, "-you look so beautiful." He softly twirls you around to see how the dress sat in your body. You laugh at him being all stupid after both of you congresses your feelings. You grab his arm and walk to the dance. You walk in and see Hermione and Harry standing alone with eachother already laughing. You both walk to him and see them both smirking.
"What's up, why are you guys so cheeky right now?" You asked them.
"Neville told us what
happened." Harry says already teasing you. When you turn back to look at Neville he's looking at the ground blushing. You hold his hand and pull him closer into Hermione and Harry inviting him in the conversation.
You guys all talk for a while before Hermione interiors Harry saying, "If you even care Lavender ditched Ron and decided to go with some slytherin." Your eyes widen, "Woah what haponed?" You lean into Hermione as if that will help you hear better but you were ready for the news.
"To be honest i have no clue if he's still coming. He's said he's going to hang out with us . He told us earlier today that she told him some other dude asked her to go to the dance and wanted to go with him instead."
"That's terrible." Neville says not laughing. He felt really bad and so did you. As much as you liked Ron he was still your friend.
"No that's hilarious!" Harry shouts before laughing. You guys all chuckle because as sad as it is, you can't help admit it was pretty funny.
You spot Ron enter the hall head down in a nice suit.
"Oh act cool Ron is here." You say as everyone turns to the entrance calling him over. He looks up and walks over, by the time he gets there a slow song starts playing as couples and friends start to dance.
"Hey guys.." Ron said sadly and upset. "See you could've been dancing with Lavender right about now." Harry says pointing over at all the people slow dancing. "Oh fuck off mate." Ron said chuckling making it safe for everyone else to laugh.
You all chat it up before Harry ask Hermione to dance. They leave you, Ron, and Neville alone to slow dance for a bit. You guys watch them dance.
"Aww so cute." You say to break the silence causing both Ron and Neville to look over at you chuckling.
"Oh i wish somebody asked me to dance.." You say looking at Harry and Hermione dancing hoping Neville will ask you now that your all stuoud and obvious about it.
"W-wanna dance with me y/n?" Ron asked shyly and stuttering, he hold his hand out waiting for you to grab it.
"Oh.. i was talking about Neville.." You say quietly trying not to embarrass him too much.
"Why thought- no offense Neville, but it's not like you came with him." He whispers and chuckles. "Does he even know how to dance, i mean he's so awkward." He whispers once again grabbing your wrist pulling you into him. He rest his other hand on your waste holding the other getting ready to dance.
"i did come with Neville tho..?" You say pulling away from him. Neville grabs your waist and says "You should've asked sooner" He smiles and shrugs as he pulls you into dance and walks away with you.
While you dance with him he keeps glancing at Ron. "Oh he's livid, he's giving me the death stare."
You laughing putting your head on Neville's shoulder, "Look away stop teasing him."
"Nah this is funny, kiss me." He says moving his eyes away from Ron.
You pause and look at him red. "Huh.."
He leaving in "kiss me?"
His beautiful brown eyes were right infront of you, so bright and full of light..
You leave into his lips and he kissed you back with his soft lips. You pull away and look at him, pink and pleased.
"May i be your boyfriend..?" He ask. He blushed and his eyebrows furrowed.
"Mate i thought we were dating when you asked me to the dance and called me pretty?" You admitted laughing feeling kind of embarrassed.
"So is that a yes?" Neville laughed with you.
"Yes of course, i would love to be your girlfriend."
You've always struggled to feel love because you were a slytherin, until the tri-wizard tournament. Neville was always around.
(Fluff? Romantic tension? strangers to friends to lovers? yule ball?)
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Bring a slytherin, you always had a bad reputation. Nobody seemed to like you, even growing up you were always bullied. You grew and learned to stand up for yourself. You always expected the worst from people.
One day, there was a new teacher. You walked by yourself to class like you did everyday. Jealously filled you body as you heard warm chatter and laughter in the halls that always seemed so cold and lonely, shivering at the voices around you. You walk into class and walk to the table you usally sat at.
These two other students were sitting there, for a moment you thought you were getting bullied so you let out a rude, "Excuse me." It was dry and rough.
"He assigned different seats, can't you read?" He said pointing at the board. You look up to read the board and the student was right, you look back to apologize but you see him and his friend laughing at you already. You roll your eyes and walk to your new seat.
Class had already begun and nobody sat in the seat next to you until the first three minutes of class goes by.
A boy with messy brown hair, green eyes, and bucked teeth sits next to you. He shakingly puts his bag down and sits down carefully, almost scared of you.
"h-hello." He pushes out stuttering. You already knew him, Neville Longbottom..
The clumsy and stuttery boy, he didn't have many friends but he was sweet to everyone, even you. You've never talked to him before, you were scared to have friends of yourself.
"hi." You say, dry and uninterested. You pretended not to care but you hold back your smile. You've never cared for Neville. As sweet as he was, even you thought he was a loser.
His head always in book but not any books.. herbology books. He was a nerd and not even you wanted to be seen like that.
Class goes by and he ends the class early after showing three forbidden curses. All the students are left in their seats uncomfortable.
"Yeah.." you say chuckling back. It was rough to watch your teacher practically abuse a spider like creature. You take out work that needs to be finished in other classes and decide to do it.
Neville watched you and does the same. You notice every once in a while he would look over at your paper, you assumed he was copying and didn't say anything, you didn't care much to be honest.
"Do you need help?" He says in a low voice. You look up confused, why does he wanna help? You look back at your paper and see your doing herbology work.
You let out an accident chuckle and let out a breathy "yeah.."
You confused yourself. Yeah? When did you need help, help with herbology at that? You never struggled in any subject where you needed help. You wanted to say no but you saw the look in his eyes and how bright they were, you couldn't help but say yeah.
He tilts your paper towards him and reads it for a second. You can't help but watch him. His eyes scanning your paper, his hair falling on his eyes, his slight smile. You try to hide it but let out a slight smirk.
"Oh this is easy, in class she practically answered all of these."
He said still looking at the paper. The moved the paper towards you and gave you the answers, you were done is a minute.
"T-thank you." You say smiling. For the first time in a while, you felt happy about talking to one of your piers. He smiled at you and says "Your welcome." You saw his adorable buck teeth..
adorable? why did u call him adorable. that's weird.
"uh d-do you need um.. help with anything?" You say trying your best to seem confident. Something about not being rude was so odd.
"Actually, i don't get this potion work." He says going through his folder. You couldn't help but watch him again.
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Once you helped him with his work, the class was over. You pack your stuff and get ready to leave, as you get up, slightly upset that you would have to leave neville, a hand touches your shoulder hesitantly.
"Um, would u like to come study with me in the library later today? maybe round.. 5:00?"
You are stunned, looking at the shy boy look at your eyes then his feet as he asked you. You wastes to say no, but you couldn't help but say..
"Yeah.."
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You walk into the warm library that's lit with only candles, you're in an oversized sweater that is falling off half your shoulder and shorts that's are honestly too short for just going to the library. You see neville, fidgeting with his sweater vest before he looks up and sees you. He slimes and walks over.
"Hey, um.. wanna go over there, it's quieter?" He said pointing his head behind him. You nod and follow him.
It was quite chatty but not too noisy in the library. As you walk with neville you hear other people talking about it.
"What are they doing together?" "What is she gonna do to neville?" "should we watch?" "does he know he's being followed?"
You finally sit down next to neville in a far place. You are surrounded by books. You never cared to really look at the library but it was very pretty.
"Don't min them." Nevill says smiling, pulling a book out his book bag. You stare at him confused. "The people, sayin stuff. Just ignore them." He says moving his chair closer to yours.
You too move your chair accidentally bumping them together. You look at his face and notice his face was slightly pink, you didn't know if he always had that pink hue or if he was blushing. He opens his book at his book mark and leans in.
You smell him, you felt like a creep but you loved it. He smelt like vanilla with a hint of earthy tones, mainly wet dirty. You loved it though. It was fresh and lovely.
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You and him take notes out of the herbology book. Neville looks at your notes and stares at them for a bit. He grabs them and says, "Your handwriting is bloody beautiful.." He looks at you waiting for an answer. You can't help but smile and nod awkwardly looking the other way. "S-sorry for grabbing your notes." He says, you don't answer.
You hated how awkward you were, you never were really quiet and it bugged you. Neville closes the book while you were thinking causing you to look up at him. "Are you okay? You looked very zoned out. Wanna talk?" He says.
"um, nope. i-im okay." You say looking at the pencil sitting on the desk. "Let's have a break." Neville says. It was quite at first until he starts asking questions.
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You talked about your families, his friends. Past relationships, classes, and other stuff.
You learnt how his grandma treated him. She was harsh but had sweet words often praising him for stuff, if he didn't do something right, she would ignore him or tell him off in a rude way. He learnt you were just nervous about making a new friend a you weren't always quite.
After laughing and talking for an hour in a half, "Do you wanna go to hogmead with me, this weekend?"
Merlin, how was Neville Longbottom making you nervous, he as more confident then you and it scared you.
"Yeah, sure i would love too." You say smiling.
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That weekend you meet up, Neville was with some friends. You didn't want to go up until he saw you and walks up. It was cold and windy outside so you dressed in a long skirt and an oversized sweater. He puts a hand behind your back and looks to his three friends, "This is y/n!" He smiles and looks happy.
His friends on the other hand weren't smiling, Hermione walks up to you and shakes your hand.
You were quite the whole day only laughing quietly or whispering things to neville making his friends look at you weird.
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Going back to school Neville invited you to the gryffindor common room. You walk up with him and see how cozy it was compared to yours. It was nice and you sit next to him quietly as he talked to his friends the next of the night. Although you weren't talking, you lived just being near people. They weren't even laughing at you. You were thankful for Neville, he was so nice and even bought you a few small things.
They all one by one went to bed and it was just you and Neville. "Did.. did you have fun?" He says. You look into his green eyes with the fire crackling in the back. "Yeah, it was awesome." You said smiling.
You noticed Neville looked at your lips as you smiled and just stared at you.
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A month goes by and your best buds with Neville. More confident now, talking to Hermione, Ron, and Harry. You weren't best friends but you were able to talk now. You were happy at your improvement. Neville comes up to you. "I heard two schools were coming, something about a tri-wizard tournament?" "Oh yes, I've heard, i'm so excited!" You said smiling touching his arm.
People have noticed your sudden change in behavior in the last month. They've noticed how you smiled more and laughed more, and importantly, less alone. You were nicer and more considerate.
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You and Neville were in the library once more, something about the yule ball made you flustered. "Oh Neville i don't want to go alone.." You whined putting your head in your hands. He laughs at you and rubs your back, "Don worry love, i'm sure someone will ask you."
You already knew Neville had a slight crush on Ginny, you felt honestly pretty jealous. You didn't like anybody and knew nobody else and was hoping Neville would ask you. Neville had already planned on asking Ginny.
"Ughhhh Neville..." You whined as he laughed in your face. Usually you would feel offended but this time, it made you smile. His laughed brightened up your heart and always tugged a smile out of you. "It's okaaay, i'm sure someone with ask you."
"Nev, I don't talk to anybody else.." You looked at Neville through your eyelashes and pouted. You never acted like this before but with Neville you felt different. "Have hope y/n, trust me you're very beautiful."
Beautiful.. Woah. It made your heart flutter and cheeks fluster.
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The more you hung out with nev that week the more flustered you noticed you got. When he brushed your hand in potions, and he gilded your hands in herbology, and the way he laughed. It all made you blush. You noticed more and more throughout the week, he mentioned Ginny less. It was odd, a month ago he always fawned over her, saying her name and being over dramatic about every situation that involved him.
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In the Gryffindor common room you sat alone infront of the fire place, you held a book but didn't read it. You drifted off thinking about the yule ball.
A familiar voice called you..
"Y/n.."
It made u jump and snapped you out of your thinking and turn around. With wide eyes, nearly deer like you look at the voice behind you. There was Ron. Ronald Weasley. He looked at your eyes and looked down, he played with his fingers. It was only you guys in the warm common room. The two friends he had were nowhere to be found and Neville had gone to his dorm to find cards for you guys to play.
"um.. i was wondering, w-would you go to the yule ball with me." He was shy and his eyes flickered between your eyes and the floor. You weren't really friends with Ron and it shocked you, did he like you? If so for how long? Is he asking just because your the last choice? Are his friends going to pop out and laugh at you?
You doubt it, the way he looked, very nervous and sweaty.
"So what you say?" Ron said chuckling nervously finally being able to hold eye contact.
"yeah.. sure." You said breathlessly, you waiting to be made the punchline of the joke but instead you watched his eyes light up. "Really? Thank you y/n. I'm very excited to go.. with you." He walked away up the stairs stiff, you can't help but laugh at his nervousness. As you watch him go up, Neville comes down.
He walks up to you and sits down right next to you, "What happened?" He asked looking back at the stairs.
"Ron Weasley asked me to the yule ball." You said chuckling and rolling your eyes smiling looking back at your book pages, flipping the page you 100% didn't read.
He laughed, "He's a sweet guy, maybe somebody will say yes." Neville said taking the cards out of the package getting ready to shuffle them.
You look at Neville confused, "I said yes." You looked at him and see his smile drop just a bit and looked up, "Oh.. seriously?" He tilted his head once more, he didn't believe you.
You frowned and furrowed your eyebrows. "He's nice to me, and he's cute. Like you sad yourself he's a sweet guy." You shrugged and looked back at your book. Nevill moved uncomfortably in his seat and shuffled the cards almost ignoring the words that seemed to bother him.
"Did you really say yeah?" He asked again looking at you frowning.
"Yes Neville. Is there anything wrong with me going with Ron Weasley?" You raised your voice a bit to show him he's upsetting you. You didn't know what Nev meant.
Neville started at you quietly, his eyes widened just a little bit with a frown on his face and tilted eyebrows.
He looks at his cards in his hand and fiddles with them, "I-i wanted to ask you. I was going to ask tonight.." He hands you a card in the deck that reads, "Will you go to the yule ball with me y/n" with a little heart at the end near your name.
You stare at the card you took from his hand and can't help but feel like you made a mistake. Even though Ron was cute, you liked Nev more..
You guys say in silence and you manage to mumble out "oh neville.." you looked up from the card and make eye contact with him. "i'm sorry, i didn't know." You say.
"Don't worry, if u didn't want to go that's okay, um i-i'll ask ginny then.." He looked down at his feet and seemed genuinely upset.
Seeing Neville sad, because of you, a discussion you made, you felt bad and can't help to lean into him and hug him.
He wraps an arm around your waist leaning onto your shoulder. Even thought he's taller, he rest on you and melts into you as he brings his other arm to your waist hugging you fully, pulling you onto him.
"I-im sorry.." Nevill says. "For what?"
He gets off of you and looks at your eyes, "I shouldn't have waited this long, i wanted to tell you how long i've liked you but.. i thought you would get uncomfortable."
"What.. i thought you liked Ginny?" You felt confused as you hand rested on the back of his head playing with his choppy hair.
"She's pretty but i just wanted To make you feel jealous so you asked me instead.."
"You're so dumb." You laughed at him softly with an even softer smile and rest a hand on his chest.
"Neville, i've liked you too, for a long time." You confess to him, making your face pink, a softer pink than his. Nev's face was nearly red.
"S-so will you go to the yule ball with me?.." He said stuttering and hopeful, leaning into you an upright.
"I'll have the break the news to Ron but yes i will." You smile at him making him hug you immediately.
"T-thank you y/n.. You mean so much to me."
You push him back and held his face. His face looks to flushed and his eyes look teary, almost crying. You can't help yourself and lean into his face. Placing a soft kiss on his cheek then his mouth.
He leans into the kiss, he seemed to love to lean into you. You guys melted into one. His soft and chapped lips fit perfectly with yours. He breaks the kiss and whispers, "Thank you so much."
You open your eyes at the stomach fluttering words and see him looking at you with tears forming.
You giggle and caress his cheek, "Your so cute Neville." Making him smile all stupid. Once more, you kiss again.
Summary: Gamophobia (noun) | /ˌɡæməˈfəʊbiə/
An extreme or irrational fear of long-term commitment or marriage, often resulting in avoidance of deep emotional intimacy despite genuine affection.
A/N: My readers are familiar with my general loathing of a fic before i post it lol. also i wish i had written a bonus scene for this one but i really couldn't think of anything so any of my more imaginative readers pls pls feel free to reblog with a bonus scene
credits to @saradika-graphics for the divider
You were a daughter to happily married parents.
Your childhood had been a kaleidoscope of candy-coated memories, each one shimmering like gold whenever you thought of them, forever encapsulated in the delicate snowglobe of your mind.
Birthdays smelled of warm cake and sweet frosting; Mother’s Days were spent with your father and you in the kitchen, flipping pancakes and carefully crafting bouquets out of crepe paper, rolling each strip into a rose before presenting them with proud, beaming smiles.
Summers were a blur of sun and sand, of you holding tightly to your mother’s hand as the waves pulled you deeper and deeper, her laughter mingling with yours.
Christmases were a sacred ritual: stringing lights together, hanging ornaments, and finally, the pièce de résistance—placing the star on the tree. Your father would lift you up, both of you giggling as you struggled to steady it, the soft glow of the lights reflecting in all your eyes.
You were a daughter to happily married parents.
And then, everything changed.
It was during the summer break after your third year at Hogwarts that your world fractured. Returning home, you immediately sensed the shift in the air. Your once welcoming house now felt hollow, as if someone had pulled the warmth right out of it. Your father—who had always been there to greet you at the platform—was nowhere to be found. Your mother’s response to your frantic questions was clipped, distant.
“He’s… not here.” She said, avoiding your gaze.
The house looked as if a storm had passed through—boxes scattered across the floor, furniture moved, the faint scent of dust and stale air clinging to everything. Confused and anxious, you asked if you were moving, if the life you’d known was ending. Your mother’s reply was bitter, strange, and chilling: “We’re not going anywhere.”
Later that evening, at your favorite restaurant, the truth finally landed like a punch to the gut. Between bites of food you no longer had the appetite for, they spoke of divorce. Of separation. Of things you weren’t supposed to understand, yet had to, whether you liked it or not. Words blurred as your mind raced—custody agreements, legal proceedings, the stark reality that the perfect family you had always believed in was nothing more than a fragile illusion.
You remember the look on their faces—the disgust in their eyes when they looked at each other, the sharpness in their voices that had never been there before. You remember the suffocating swirl of confusion, anger, and grief as you demanded to know why, how, what had gone wrong.
You were never able to return to that restaurant again.
The summer that followed was relentless. You were dragged through endless legal meetings, forced to witness your parents change before your eyes—their smiles gone, replaced by cold calculation and quiet resentment. Even the smallest interactions, once warm and ordinary, now carried tension and unspoken accusations. You had to navigate the shifting landscape of their lives while still clinging desperately to the remnants of your childhood—a child trying to hold together a world that no longer made sense.
They yelled so much their voices carried through the heavy wooden doors of the lawyer’s office.
Your father wanted shared custody; your mother refused to grant it. She didn’t want you staying at his place at all—just occasional visitation. He was indignant.
“She’s away at boarding school for most of the year. I want to see my daughter!”
“Are you crazy? If you force her to leave, she’ll hate you forever.”
“Oh, and that’s what you want, isn’t it? For her to hate me?”
“I’m only trying to do what’s best for her!”
“And I’m not?!”
“If you cared an ounce about her, you wouldn’t have put her in this position at all!”
You remember being comforted by the divorce lawyer’s receptionist as you cried outside the door, your sobs echoing in the sterile hallway.
And then, one afternoon, you stumbled upon the reason for it all. You weren’t supposed to hear it, weren’t supposed to know—but your father had been sloppy.
It was the first time all summer you were allowed to spend an afternoon with him, outside the chaos. You sat in the car, nervous but excited, grateful for a glimpse of normalcy—until you reached into the glove compartment for tissues and froze.
Makeup wipes. A small container of hair ties. A nail kit.
The car smelled faintly of perfume.
Had someone else been inside before you?
You turned to your father. There was a red blotch on his cheek—something that might’ve looked like sunburn on any other day, except it was smudged, as though it had been hastily wiped away. A tissue stained with faint red sat in the holder on his door.
You felt your stomach drop.
You went quiet for the rest of the day, detached, pretending to be fine. Later, you faked a stomach ache—one that neither of you believed—and asked him to take you home.
That night, you asked your mother if it was true. If he had been with another woman.
Her face thundered. “He told you?!” She spat.
It felt like the floor had fallen out from under you, like someone had hollowed your chest and left a gaping void. All those golden memories—pancake mornings, seaside summers, Christmas laughter—twisted into shards of betrayal. Every photograph became a reminder that the love you thought was untouchable had been broken from the inside.
You felt hollow. You felt angry. You felt abandoned. And most of all, you felt a seed of doubt take root in your heart—a doubt that perhaps love wasn’t forever, perhaps people changed, and perhaps you could never trust anyone the way you had once trusted your parents.
You thought they loved each other.
How could your father have done this?
Even if he didn’t love your mother anymore, how could he betray her like that—as if fifteen years of marriage meant nothing? As if he hadn’t torn the ground from beneath both your feet? How could he do this?
You couldn't believe that you'd never have another summer with your parents again.
When Harry had asked you to the Yule Ball, you had been ecstatic. You’d been asked by the Chosen One—Hogwarts’ very own champion—to be his date, and you’d happily accepted. The night had been a blur of laughter and music, the two of you spinning across the dance floor under glittering chandeliers, your cheeks sore from smiling. And when, later that night, he’d asked if it was alright to consider this a first date, you had said yes without hesitation.
From that moment on, it was official. Harry Potter was your boyfriend.
That was, until Rita Skeeter—that nosy, vile cow—decided to publish a photo of Harry and Hermione hugging on the front page of The Daily Prophet, in a column boldly titled The Daily Gossip. The image was harmless enough: Hermione’s arms thrown around him, Harry smiling, relief written all over his face. But to you, it felt like a knife twisting in your stomach.
You tried to be rational, to tell yourself they were just friends. Harry had known Hermione for years—it was only natural for her to be worried when he was about to face a dragon. If he’d liked her, surely he would’ve asked her to the ball. But he hadn’t. He’d asked you. That had to mean something… right?
Still, the thought festered. Because you’d seen this story before—different names, same heartbreak. Your father had loved your mother once, too. He’d married her. Built a life with her. And still, he’d chosen someone else.
You ended your two-month-long relationship with Harry, that very night.
After that, there was a brief but scandalous stint with Blaise Zabini. He’d casually asked if you wanted to join him on a Hogsmeade trip, and you’d agreed—because why not? He was charming, clever, and made you feel wanted again. It lasted all of three weeks before you ended it the moment you noticed how often his eyes flickered toward Pansy Parkinson. He insisted they were just friends, but you’d heard that one before.
Then came Justin Finch-Fletchley. That one barely lasted two dates. You’d realized by the end of the second that he had an uncanny habit of calling every girl love. It didn’t make you feel special—it made you feel replaceable.
After Justin came Parvati Patil, and that had been different. Softer. She was kind, patient, the kind of person who held your hand just to make sure you knew she was there. It lasted longer than any of the others—by your standards, at least. But even that fell apart once she called you out on your jealous tendencies, gently but firmly telling you that you couldn’t keep punishing people for things they hadn’t done.
You’d broken it off that same evening.
Just like that, you continued to cycle through relationships—brief, intense, and destined to burn out. Before long, you’d earned yourself a reputation as Hogwarts’ resident heartbreaker. You worried it might make people think you were easy, but considering you’d never actually slept with any of them, the whispers were only about your tendency to be a cold-hearted bitch when it came to breakups. You’d perfected the art of ending things without so much as blinking, your expression unreadable as you walked away. That, of course, earned you another title—the Ice Queen.
You kept telling yourself it wasn’t your fault. You were just trying to find love. A love so strong and so pure it would leave no room for doubt. You told yourself you deserved that—that you deserved someone who would never betray you, never make you question their feelings, someone who would understand the chaos in your head and stay anyway. Someone who would reassure every single paranoia until they vanished into nothing. Someone who would never even dream of looking at anyone else.
You kept telling yourself that.
But somewhere along the way—after enough endings, enough half-hearted apologies, enough people you never really let in—you stopped looking for love at all. Or at least, for anything that lasted. You convinced yourself that real love didn’t exist. It was just a fleeting rush, a temporary high meant to make you feel alive for a little while before it left you empty again.
So you started keeping your relationships short. The longest one barely stretched past three months. You’d take every sweet word, every fleeting spark of affection, every rush of endorphins and bottle them up like a potion—just enough to keep you satisfied until the glass cracked and the illusion shattered.
Neville had once been told by his grandmother that he wasn’t a very good liar.
He’d taken her words to heart at the time — after all, he’d known it himself. His heart always beat too fast, his palms got clammy, his cheeks burned, and his voice cracked at the worst possible moments. Eye contact became impossible. His brain turned to mush.
So Neville had made a quiet promise to himself: never lie to anyone. He wasn’t built for it.
What he didn’t realize was that he was just as bad at hiding things.
“Oh, come on, Longbottom,” Seamus’s teasing voice rang out across the Gryffindor table, far louder than necessary, “You’ve been mooning over her for weeks. Just ask her out already!”
Neville froze. His spoon slipped from his hand, clattering against his bowl. Heat rushed to his face in an instant, crawling up his neck and setting his ears aflame. He hadn’t even realized he’d been looking at you that long — maybe just a second too long every morning, maybe smiling a little wider when you laughed across the table. But apparently, Seamus had noticed.
Without meaning to, his eyes darted toward you.
And, to his horror, you were already looking back — eyes wide, frozen mid-bite, clearly having heard every word.
Neville’s breath hitched. His mouth opened and closed uselessly, “I—I haven’t— I mean, that’s not—”
Dean grinned, elbowing Seamus, “Go on then, mate. What’ve you got to lose?”
Neville wanted to sink straight through the floor. Every instinct screamed at him to deny it, to laugh it off, to say it was just Seamus being Seamus. He wanted to get up and leave, pretend this never happened—but if he did, everyone would talk. They’d tease him, sure, but they might tease you too. And he didn’t want that.
Then he saw you—the way you blinked, caught somewhere between curiosity and discomfort, like you didn’t quite know what to do either. And before he could think twice, before he could chicken out—
“Would you—uh—would you go to Hogsmeade with me?”
The table went silent. The students between you turned their heads, watching like it was the most riveting Quidditch match they’d ever seen. Neville’s heart stuttered. The silence pressed in tight around him, broken only by the heavy thud of his pulse in his ears. His face was burning.
You looked at him for a long moment, sympathy settling low in your chest. You’d never really seen Neville like this before—in fact, it ashamed you to admit you hadn’t noticed him much at all. He was the kind of person who blended quietly into the background, steady and unassuming. But he’d always been there, hadn’t he? The boy who had won Gryffindor the House Cup in your first year because of his bravery. The one who’d gotten Harry the gillyweed two years ago for the Triwizard Tournament.
He really was sweet. Honest. The kind of boy who wore his heart on his sleeve for everyone to see. And you could tell, just by looking at him, that he liked you far more than you liked him.
If you said no, you’d break his heart. Embarrass him in front of everyone. Maybe even chip away at that small, fragile confidence he’d spent years building. He didn’t deserve that. He was too kind. Too good.
You took a slow breath, feeling that familiar twist of guilt tighten in your stomach.
And then you smiled—small and hesitant.
“Sure, Neville.”
For a second, Neville didn’t move. His expression froze, disbelieving, like he hadn’t heard you right. Then the realization hit, lighting up his entire face. A grin broke through, bright and boyish, and his friends immediately erupted into cheers.
The laughter and chatter of the Great Hall still echoed behind you as Neville practically stumbled out the doors, face red to the roots of his hair. You hesitated only a second before getting up, muttering a quick excuse to your friends, and jogging after him.
“Neville—hold on!”
He stopped mid-stride in the corridor, shoulders jerking like he’d been caught doing something wrong. When he turned around, his expression already looked apologetic.
“You—you changed your mind, right?” He said quickly, words tumbling out in a rush, “It’s alright, really. No hard feelings, I promise.”
You blinked, thrown off by how fast he’d jumped to that conclusion. His eyes darted to the floor, his hands wringing together nervously. There was something so painfully earnest about it—he was already letting you off the hook before you’d even said anything.
For a second, you just stared at him.
And this—this was the moment you should stop. The moment to spare him before things went too far. Before you led him on. Before you broke another heart.
But then you really looked at him. The awkward shuffle of his feet, the faint pink still dusting his cheeks, the way he couldn’t quite meet your eyes because he was so sure you were about to reject him. He looked like he was bracing for impact—and you suddenly hated the idea of being the one to make him flinch again.
Maybe… maybe you didn’t want to.
So instead of saying what you were supposed to, you took a small step forward, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Actually,” You said, keeping your tone light, almost teasing, “I just wanted to ask when we were having our date. We never agreed on a time.”
Neville’s head snapped up so fast you almost laughed. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again, completely flustered.
“Oh—oh! Right! I—well, um—how about next weekend? If that’s okay? We could go to Honeydukes or—or wherever you want, really—”
His voice cracked on the last word, and you couldn’t help smiling for real this time. It felt strange on your face, unpracticed but warm.
“Next weekend sounds perfect.”
And just like that, Neville Longbottom smiled again—this time wider than before, the kind of grin that could light up an entire common room.
As he walked off, practically floating, you stood there for a moment in the quiet corridor, your heart oddly light and heavy at once.
You told yourself it was just a date.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
You’d been on enough of them to know how this went — polite smiles, surface-level chatter, a bit of handholding if things went well, a polite goodbye if they didn’t. Neville Longbottom wasn’t supposed to be any different.
So when he met you outside the Great Hall, fidgeting with his sleeves and mumbling a nervous greeting, you kept your smile light, detached. The kind of smile that said don’t get your hopes up.
He didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he did, and was too kind to let it show.
“I, um… I thought maybe we could stay on the grounds,” He said, holding up a picnic basket like it was something fragile, “I figured it might be quieter than Hogsmeade.”
You almost told him you didn’t mind Hogsmeade — that you actually preferred the noise, if only to prove the two of you didn’t have much in common — but there was something so earnest in his expression that you stopped.
“Alright,” You said instead, voice even, “The Black Lake?”
He nodded quickly, relief flooding his face, “Yeah. I thought that’d be nice.”
So you went.
The walk down was quiet. He tried to start small conversations — about Herbology, about the weather, even about some magical plant he was growing for extra credit — and you answered politely, without offering much in return. You didn’t mean to be cold; you just didn’t want him to think this was something it wasn’t.
When you reached the lake, he spread a blanket beneath one of the old willow trees. The water shimmered, reflecting sunlight like scattered glass. Neville unpacked the basket carefully, lining everything up with a kind of quiet precision — sandwiches, pumpkin pasties, two flasks of tea.
“I, uh, didn’t know what kind you liked,” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, “So I brought both.”
You blinked, feeling an unfamiliar flutter in your chest. He was so… thoughtful.
“Thanks.” You said, a little softer than you meant to.
You ate, talked a bit. He told you about his favourite plants, about how the Mandrakes were growing slower this year, about how Professor Sprout was letting him help breed some rare hybrids. He rambled, words tumbling over each other — but there was something genuine in the way his eyes lit up when he spoke.
It wasn’t exciting. It wasn’t flirtatious. It wasn’t a whirlwind of endorphins and magic and dizziness.
But it was peaceful.
You could almost feel your defenses lowering, just a little, with every quiet laugh.
Then, about halfway through the picnic, Neville reached into the basket again and pulled something out — a small, worn box. He hesitated, glancing at you like he was second-guessing himself.
“Um,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck, “So, I—I brought this, but it’s probably stupid, so we don’t have to—”
He opened the box to reveal a puzzle box— a picture of a meadow full of wildflowers.
“My gran gifted it to me,” He said quickly, “I just thought… maybe we could work on it together? Only if you want to, though.”
You stared at it for a moment, caught completely off guard. You’d been on plenty of dates — too many — and not one person had ever brought a puzzle.
Oh, he was just so—
“A puzzle.” You murmured, and he instantly started to backpedal.
“I know, I know, it’s ridiculous. I just thought—never mind, it was daft—”
“No,” You interrupted quickly, reaching out before he could put it away, “I like it.”
He froze, “You… do?”
You nodded, a real smile tugging at your lips for the first time that day, “Yeah. It looks like fun.”
Neville blinked, clearly taken aback, then relaxed as a shy grin spread across his face.
The two of you sat side by side, the sounds of the lake lapping gently against the shore as you pieced the puzzle together. It shouldn’t have been fun — but it was. You found yourself laughing quietly whenever he misplaced a piece, teasing him, brushing his hand accidentally (and sometimes not so accidentally).
And you realized, to your quiet horror, that you didn’t want it to end.
By the time the sun began to dip behind the castle, the puzzle was finished — a small meadow of wildflowers blooming between you on the blanket. You sat there in a comfortable silence for a while, the soft rustle of leaves and distant laughter from the castle carrying through the air.
Eventually, Neville packed everything back into the basket, careful as always, and the two of you walked back toward the castle.
It was quiet again, and while earlier the bad thoughts of worry and paranoia had sprouted in your mind despite your efforts to push them away, now you found yourself forcibly bringing them to the forefront. You were not supposed to lead Neville on. The others knew it wasn’t anything serious, but Neville seemed to have hoped something would come out of this.
When you reached the entrance to the common room, you turned to him with a small smile, “Thanks, Neville. For today. It was… nice.”
He looked at you for a moment — eyes wide, hopeful, like he couldn’t quite believe you meant it. Then, before you could say another word, he leaned forward and kissed you.
It wasn’t bad, exactly — at least you hadn’t been assaulted with tongue — but his lips were chapped, pursed awkwardly, like he had only learned kissing from cartoons. It was stagnant and uncertain. His lips brushed yours and then froze there, as if he weren’t sure what came next. You were too surprised to react, caught completely off guard by the suddenness of it all.
When he pulled back, his cheeks were bright red. “S-sorry,” He stammered, “I—I shouldn’t have—”
You blinked, still processing, and forced a smile, “Goodnight, Neville.”
Then you slipped inside before he could say anything else.
You didn’t make it three steps into the common room before the guilt hit you like a bludger.
Oh, god.
He’d probably spend the whole night replaying it in his head, kicking himself, wondering why he ever thought you’d want him to kiss you. You could already imagine it — Neville sitting on his bed, face buried in his hands, convincing himself he’d ruined everything.
And for some reason, that thought made your chest ache.
You stood frozen for a few seconds, then groaned under your breath, “Oh, for Merlin’s sake.”
Before you could talk yourself out of it, you turned on your heel and bolted out of the common room. The corridors were dim, nearly empty, and your shoes echoed against the stone as you ran.
You found him halfway down the hall, still walking slowly toward the staircase, his shoulders slumped, staring at his feet. The happiness he had carried after the date had all fizzled out as he trudged forward. Perhaps on another day, when your head hadn’t been reeling, when you hadn’t been whiplashed with so many emotions, your eyes wouldn’t have pricked painfully at the sight of him like this.
“Neville!”
He turned, startled, “Y-you forgot something?”
You didn’t answer. You just ran the last few steps and grabbed his sleeve, tugging him toward you — and before he could say a word, you kissed him.
Properly, this time.
You placed your hand on the nape of his neck, angling him toward you, slotting your lips together, swallowing the gasp of surprise. Your other hand guided his to your waist, pulling him closer as you stood on your toes, deepening the kiss and tilting your head the other way. Neville, to his credit, was good at learning on the job, arms curling around your waist and stepping forward, following your lead to a T. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty. Just soft, sure pressure, the faint taste of tea and pumpkin pasties still lingering between you.
When you pulled back, his eyes were wide again, but for a very different reason.
You both were short of breath.
You felt your heart beating a little too fast, your voice quieter than you intended. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” You said softly, “It was just… bad timing.”
Neville blinked, still dazed, a slow, incredulous smile tugging at his lips, “Oh.”
“Goodnight, Neville.” You murmured again — but this time, it sounded a lot less final.
And as you turned away, you caught yourself smiling too.
The second date started differently from the first.
This time, it was a proper Hogsmeade outing. Snow dusted the cobblestones, and the streets smelled faintly of roasted chestnuts and peppermint from the sweet shops. You walked side by side with Neville, your scarf brushing against his, sharing quiet conversation about schoolwork and the upcoming exams. He was, as always, earnest, slightly awkward, and impossibly sweet — listening to you complain about how stressed you were and even offering to lend you his Herbology notes. The darling.
Eventually, after enough roaming to numb your toes, you decided to stop for something warm. The Three Broomsticks glowed golden in the afternoon light, laughter spilling through its frosted windows. Neville opened the door for you with a bashful little smile, and you couldn’t help but smile back as you stepped inside.
You found a booth near the corner, the table still a little sticky from the last patrons. Neville slid into the seat across from you instead of beside you, and you chuckled softly into your scarf. Of course he did.
He got your drinks, returning with two steaming mugs of butterbeer. You sighed in contentment at the first sip — the warmth slipping down your throat, the sweetness coating your tongue, your frozen fingertips thawing against the glass. When you looked up over the rim of your mug, though, Neville wasn’t looking back at you.
Your smile faltered.
His gaze was fixed somewhere past you — toward the bar, where the cute bartender stood laughing with another customer. She was all glossy hair and easy charm, and the sight of Neville’s focused eyes made your stomach twist.
Of course. There it is. The moment it starts to fall apart.
Did he think she was pretty? Did he think she was prettier than you? Did she introduce herself when she handed him your drinks? Had he smiled at her the way he smiled at you — that soft, genuine way that made your chest ache? Your heart began to pound, the familiar flood of questions and doubts screaming through your head.
You could already hear yourself later that night — lying in bed, telling yourself that it was fine, that you’d end things before he could hurt you. It was always easier to leave first.
He still wasn’t looking at you.
“Ehem.” You cleared your throat pointedly, “Something wrong?”
Neville blinked, startled, finally turning back to you. “What? Oh… sorry.” He hesitated, then gestured vaguely toward the bar, “It’s just that flutterby bush over there — it looks a tad overwatered. The leaves aren’t even fluttering anymore.”
You blinked, thrown entirely off your mental script, “The… plant?”
Confused, you slowly followed his gaze to the admittedly miserable-looking potted plant next to the bartender. Relief washed over you, making your chest feel like it could finally breathe again.
He nodded earnestly, eyes soft with concern, “Do you think I should say something? I’d feel bad if it died and I didn’t do anything to help.”
There was a pause — and then, helplessly, you laughed. A short, breathy sound that came out half disbelieving, half relieved.
Of course. Of course Neville Longbottom wasn’t staring at a pretty girl. He was worried about a bloody plant.
“You were worried… about the plant?” You repeated, just to be sure.
Neville shrugged, his expression so guileless it almost hurt to look at, “I mean… yeah. It’s alive. Shouldn’t I care?”
“Would you like me to tell her?” You asked carefully, lifting your brows slightly. You weren’t smiling this time. Your tone was measured, almost probing, testing him. Would he be okay with me talking to her? Would he want to say something himself? Make a move? Charm her in that clumsy, sweet way he did? Or would he brush it off, like it didn’t matter at all?
Neville blinked at you for a moment, then smiled, shy and pleased, like you’d just handed him a medal, “Could you? I… I wouldn’t really know how to bring it up. I’m not very good with people, you know.”
You bit back a grin. “You’re wonderful with me.” You said softly, surprising even yourself with the sincerity of it.
Before he could answer, you stood and made your way to the bar. One short conversation later and you were making your way back to the booth, sliding into the seat beside him this time. You ignored the wide-eyed look he gave you, pressing the side of your thigh to his and resting your head lightly on his tense shoulder, feeling a rare moment of peace wash over you.
Perhaps a third date might not be a bad idea.
Today’s Herbology class had gone longer than usual, and Professor Sprout had asked a handful of students to stay back and water the seedlings in Greenhouse Three. Neville, of course, had volunteered. You’d stayed behind too, waiting just outside the glass doors.
You could see him inside through the streaky glass — sleeves rolled up, soil on his forearms, humming softly to himself as he misted a row of asphodel bushes. It was honestly… unfair how attractive he looked.
Unfortunately, it seemed like you weren't the only one who noticed.
Clara Whitby. Ravenclaw. Pretty, clever, and stepping so close to Neville you felt heat burn down your neck. You watched as she leaned just a little too close to Neville, laughing at something he said (which, knowing Neville, was probably just “hello”).
You couldn’t hear what she said, but you saw her tilt her head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear in that deliberate way girls do when they want to be noticed. Neville blinked, utterly oblivious, smiling kindly and offering her the watering can.
You felt it — that sharp, irrational sting low in your stomach. The kind that whispered mine before you could think.
When you pushed the greenhouse door open, the hinges creaked louder than usual. Both of them turned.
“Hey,” You said, tone calm but your smile a little too tight to be natural. The air smelled of damp soil and honeysuckle, but all you could focus on was Clara’s hand resting casually on Neville’s arm.
You crossed the space between them in a few brisk steps, brushing your fingers over the shoulder she’d just touched, flicking away imaginary dirt like it personally offended you, “Do you need any help?” You asked sweetly, your eyes locked on Neville.
“Oh, no need,” Clara interrupted, smiling with just the right amount of sugar to make your teeth ache, “It’s no trouble at all.”
You turned to her, returning the smile with one of your own — yours sharper, deliberate, “That’s kind of you. But I’d feel bad watching my boyfriend do all the work and not offering.”
The word landed with satisfying precision. You didn’t miss the way Clara’s expression faltered — the way her lashes fluttered once, twice, like she’d been caught off guard.
“Oh— I— I didn’t know—”
“Mm,” You hummed, tilting your head, “Well, since it’s no trouble at all, you wouldn’t mind finishing up here, right?”
You didn’t wait for her to answer. Your hand had already found Neville’s sleeve, looping around his arm and tugging him gently but firmly toward the door. He stumbled after you, mouth opening in confused protest.
“Wait—what—?”
The second you stepped outside, you released him, crossing your arms and fixing him with a glare that could have scorched a mandrake back into its pot. The crisp air outside felt cooler than it should’ve; maybe because your pulse was running a little too hot.
Neville blinked at you, brow furrowed, “Did I… do something wrong?”
You exhaled, trying to sound casual, but your voice came out tighter than you wanted, “No. You just— Merlin, Neville, she was flirting with you.”
He blinked again, looking genuinely baffled, “She was? No, she was just asking if I needed help repotting—”
You shot him a look, the kind that said don’t test me right now.
He stopped mid-sentence. His mouth opened, then shut, “Oh.”
“Yeah,” You said dryly, rubbing your temples, “Oh.”
Neville’s ears turned pink, his voice small, “I didn’t even notice.”
You groaned, “Obviously. You never do.”
He hesitated, “You… were jealous?”
The question caught you off guard. You froze, heat crawling up your neck, “No— I wasn’t— you just can’t flirt with girls when you have a girlfriend. It’s the principle.”
Neville’s lips twitched, and you could see the bashful smile he was trying very hard to suppress, “I didn’t know you were my girlfriend.”
Your mouth dropped open, affronted, “We’ve been dating for a month!”
“Well,” He said, rubbing the back of his neck, “last time I kissed you, you told me I had poor timing. I didn’t want to push and make you uncomfortable.”
You blinked, thrown off guard by how genuine he sounded. “I didn’t mean—” You huffed, folding your arms tighter, “You really have no sense when it comes to these things.”
Neville laughed quietly, that soft, shy little sound that always made it hard to stay annoyed with him, “Maybe not. But I’m learning.”
You rolled your eyes, though your voice softened despite yourself, “You’d better learn fast, Longbottom. Or next time I might actually hex someone.”
His smile widened, warm and utterly unbothered, “So… does that mean I can call you my girlfriend now?”
The word caught you off guard again — girlfriend — heavier than it had any right to be. It had been a long while since you had been anybody's girlfriend, choosing not to put labels on things, wanting to remain untied.
You opened your mouth, ready with some sarcastic deflection, but all that came out was a quiet, “Yeah.”
Neville’s grin turned brighter, boyish and disbelieving, “Yeah?”
“Don’t make me change my mind.” You warned, fighting the way your lips curved upward at his reaction. He really seemed to like you.
With an essay in Herbology due next week, you’d invited Neville over to help you outline your thoughts — and maybe, if you were lucky, to make sense of the incomprehensible notes you’d taken in class.
Luckily, you’d had the sense to cast a quick Scourgify over your dorm beforehand. The challenge, of course, was finding the right balance: clean enough not to look like you lived in chaos, but not too clean — you didn’t want him to think you’d scrubbed the place spotless just for him. The line was hard to walk on.
By the time you’d finished fluffing the pillows and straightening your desk, there was a knock at the door.
He was standing there with his bag slung over one shoulder, hair still damp from a shower, a stack of Herbology notes clutched in his hands like an offering. His eyes flicked past you into the room — once, twice — uncertain.
“Come in.” You said, stepping aside.
He hovered at the threshold like the doorway was protected by ancient wards.
“Are you sure you don’t want to study in the common room instead?” He asked, voice hesitant.
“It’s far too noisy there, don’t you think?”
“I suppose,” He mumbled, “But we could go to the library.”
You raised a brow, a teasing lilt creeping into your voice, “You’re acting like you’re about to walk into the Forbidden Forest, Neville.”
He flushed immediately, “I’ve just… never been in a girl’s bedroom before.”
That made you bite your lip to hide a grin, “Oh, Merlin. You make it sound scandalous.”
Neville’s blush deepened, “It is scandalous. If Gran ever found out—”
“She’d what?” You interrupted, fighting laughter.
“She’d have a cow.” He muttered, so sincerely that it nearly made you snort.
“Come on,” You said, taking pity on him and tugging him gently inside, “I promise not to tell your Gran.”
He stepped in cautiously, like the floor might give way beneath him, and stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, clutching his notes as though they might save him. His eyes darted toward the bed, then quickly away.
“You can sit, you know.” You said, nodding to it.
“The bed?” He looked genuinely horrified, “I can just take the chair—”
“The chair’s broken,” You lied easily, crossing your arms, “And if you keep hovering like that, I’m going to start thinking you’re scared of me.”
He blushed even harder at that, mumbling, “I’m not scared of you.”
“Then sit.” You patted the spot beside you, “Unless you want to study standing up?”
Reluctantly, Neville sat down at the very edge of the mattress, back straight, knees together, looking as stiff as if he were being interrogated by Snape. You sat beside him — comfortably close, but not too close — and opened your notebook, pretending not to notice how he froze.
“Relax, Neville,” You murmured, flipping to your essay draft, “I don’t bite.”
He smiled nervously, eyes fixed on his parchment, “You’re teasing me.”
“Only because you make it so easy.”
He laughed under his breath, and for a moment, the tension melted.
As the two of you leaned over your notes, heads nearly touching, your shoulder brushed his. You didn’t do more — didn’t hold his hand, didn’t rest your head on his shoulder, didn’t even dare to think about kissing him, because Merlin knew that either Neville or his grandmother, somewhere in England, would burst into flames.
So you stayed like that. Close, but not touching. Almost, but not quite.
You tried to focus on the essay — on sentence structure, on magical root systems, on the words in front of you — but your mind kept drifting. To how warm he felt beside you. To how gentle his breathing sounded in the quiet room. To how easy it was to just… be near him.
And as ridiculous as it was, sitting there with your quill poised over parchment and your heart thudding like you were thirteen again, you realized something that made your stomach flip.
For all your dates, for all the people you’d kissed, for all the walls you’d built — sitting beside Neville Longbottom on your bed somehow felt like the first time all over again.
You were halfway through dessert in the Great Hall, absently tracing patterns in your pudding with your spoon, when Hannah plopped down across from you with a grin that looked far too knowing.
“So,” She began, drawing out the word like she was about to deliver very important news, “How’s Neville?”
You blinked up at her, “He’s… good?”
Hannah’s grin widened. “Just good?” She tapped her spoon against the edge of her plate, “You’ve been seeing him for… three months now, hasn’t it?”
“Three months? That can’t be right.” You thought back to your first date, trying to count the weeks in your head. As you stood to be corrected, it became painfully clear—Hannah was right. Crazy how she was keeping more tabs on your relationship than you were.
“Three months and a bit, actually,” She said smugly, clearly enjoying herself, “Don’t give me that look. I remember because you said that thing after your second date about how nothing past three months ever works out for you.”
You squinted at her, “I said that about other people, not me.”
She raised a brow, unconvinced. “No, you said—and I quote—‘Three months is when the rot sets in.’” She grinned, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear, “And yet… here we are. You’ve passed the expiration date.”
You frowned down at your pudding, suddenly unsure what to do with your spoon, “It doesn’t feel that long.”
“Well,” Hannah shrugged, “time flies when you actually like someone.”
You looked across the Hall then — instinctively, without meaning to — and found Neville at the Gryffindor table, laughing at something Seamus said. His head tilted back when he laughed, cheeks going pink, the corners of his eyes crinkling in that soft, familiar way. The sight of him — so happy, so relaxed, so himself — made your stomach twist in a combination of relief and panic.
A sudden flutter of pins and needles ran up your legs, tightening around your throat. The walls of the Hall felt like they were closing in. You pushed your plate away, stomach lurching, suddenly feeling sick. A bucket of cold water seemed to have been dumped over you when you realized, with a shockingly simple clarity that despite your trepidation, that all you wanted in that moment was a hug from Neville.
Hannah, apparently sensing your sudden silence, smirked knowingly, “Guess your little rule’s been broken.”
You forced a laugh, brittle and unconvincing, letting it tremble out into the air. “Yeah… miracles happen.” You murmured, your voice quieter than you intended, as your eyes lingered on Neville, feeling them begin to water.
The dorm room was quiet, the soft breathing of your friends usually enough to lull you to sleep, but tonight, sleep was impossible. You lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling, every muscle taut, your stomach knotted with a restless energy you couldn’t shake.
Scenes rushed through your mind, a relentless reel of memories from the very first awkward conversation with Neville to last week, when you had finally coaxed him into relaxing in your dorm long enough for a kiss—albeit a brief, breathless one. He had pulled back almost immediately, cheeks flushed, eyes wide, needing a moment to catch his breath. A small, tender smile tugged at your lips at the memory. Even after three months, he was still so shy, so wonderfully nervous.
You shook your head, trying to focus.
You cataloged everything meticulously—pros and cons, tiny details, moments you had laughed, moments you had panicked. Every glance, every word, every small, earnest gesture.
You thought back to the way he had fumbled over his words when he first asked you out. A con? You glanced at the memory critically, comparing him to all the social media horror stories of supermodel influencers whose boyfriends had cheated once they got “confident enough” to try someone else. Would Neville be like that? Would he, once he no longer shied away from kissing, find someone else to put those skills to use?
But then you remembered the things he had told you about intimacy—how it was sacred, how he only shared it with people he truly cared about. He hadn’t even been comfortable stepping into your dorm at first. He wasn’t the type to just move on. He was loyal.
You shook your head again, scolding yourself. The pros list wasn’t supposed to outweigh the cons.
But then… Clara. That day in the greenhouse when someone had been flirting with him, and he had remained blissfully oblivious. That was a definite con. If he couldn’t notice someone trying to make a move, how could he protect himself from them? Someone as innocent and naive as him was likely to be seduced.
You tried to make sense of it, but your thoughts always drifted back to him: that smile, the way he laughed, the subtle nervous tugs at his hair, the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.
Would he ever look at anyone else? In these three months, you had never seen him treat a female friend differently than a male one. He didn’t even have many female friends to begin with.
You remembered Hermione in Herbology, discussing plants with him, both of them so engaged in conversation that you had almost panicked. Perhaps they’d have a connection… But then you remembered the way he had held your hand under the table, thumb brushing over your knuckles.
Your chest tightened, heart thumping wildly as the memories surged. You bit your lip, telling yourself to calm down, to stop letting him occupy so much of your head. But the harder you tried to push him away, the more present he became in your mind.
Every “pro” you listed had him at its center; every “con” circled back to him. You could almost hear his gentle, hesitant voice asking questions, sharing stories, fumbling over words with that quiet, earnest charm.
You groaned, burying your face in your pillow. Why does he have to be so… him?
The ceiling blurred as tears threatened to spill. You felt ridiculous, terrified, yet completely powerless.
And through it all, the pull toward him was undeniable. The quiet, unignorable certainty that, no matter how much you cataloged, panicked, or overthought, part of you just wanted him there—wanted to lean into him, hear his voice, feel his warmth beside you.
But you couldn’t move. Not yet. Not until you figured it all out.
You were sitting in Charms, quietly taking notes as Professor Flitwick droned on about the subtleties of non-verbal wand movements and spell trajectories, but your attention kept drifting. Neville, sitting beside you, was scribbling something on a piece of parchment. At first, you didn’t think much of it—Neville was always diligent—but then curiosity got the better of you.
You leaned just enough to catch a glimpse. His hand jerked, and he quickly turned the parchment toward his chest, eyes wide and guilty.
Your heart immediately began hammering.
Is he cheating on me? He’s writing about someone else. He doesn’t want me to see it. Oh no, oh no, oh no.
Your mind spiraled. Maybe he was scribbling something sweet for someone else, doodling hearts or sketches, the kind of thing that would make your chest ache and stomach drop. He’s falling for someone else.
Or maybe—no, stop—maybe he’s jotting down all the ways you frustrate him, all the little flaws you work so hard to hide. Maybe he’s complaining to someone else about how disappointing you are. Telling her that you'd never hold a candle in comparison to her.
Your fingers drummed nervously against your desk as the lesson blurred past, the words floating over you like fog.
Finally, the bell rang. Neville began packing, oblivious to the storm raging in your head. The second his back was turned, you leaned over, snatched the piece of parchment tucked between his textbooks, and shoved it into your pocket.
You forced a polite smile when he asked if you were ready to leave and muttered something about needing the washroom, ducking into an empty stall the second you slipped away from him.
Your stomach dropped, then flooded with warmth so intense it made your knees weak. Relief crashed over you, and you let out a shaky laugh, pressing your hand over your mouth as heat crept up your neck. You wiped away the beginnings of tears, not wanting to lose a single second staring at his neat, whimsical calligraphy.
He had taken your last name. How silly.
For a long moment, you just stood there, staring at the page. Little sketches and hearts decorated the names, surrounded by playful flourishes and swirls. Every shred of doubt, every paranoid thought, every fear of him leaving or being distracted by someone else melted away.
He was so perfect.
Neville’s dorm smelled faintly of cedarwood and parchment, the soft hum of rain against the window making everything feel too gentle, too intimate. You were sitting cross-legged on his bed, watching as he rifled through his desk for a quill.
It was a lazy afternoon — the kind that felt suspended in time — and you hadn’t planned on staying long. But then he’d offered to help you study, and then you’d started talking, and now here you were, wrapped in a blanket that smelled suspiciously like him, pretending your heart wasn’t hammering in your chest.
“Are you cold?” He asked, glancing up, concern flickering across his face.
You hesitated, “A little.”
He smiled — that soft, crooked smile that always made something flutter deep in your chest — and pointed to the trunk at the base of his bed with his chin, “You can borrow one of my cardigans, if you want.”
You opened your mouth to politely decline, but he was already holding it out to you — that heavy knit thing you’d seen him wear almost every day last week. So you took it, immediately feeling wrapped up in his warmth, so much so that you couldn’t help the soft sigh that escaped your lips.
“I’ll give it back to you.” You murmured automatically.
He chuckled, “It’s alright, love. You can have it.”
You froze.
Have it?
Have it?!
Your mind went white for a second — and then the panic set in.
If you kept his clothes, that meant you were entering the comfortably-in-a-relationship phase. The stage where your things blend with his, where people start saying “our stuff,” where you wake up one day and you’re wearing his jumper and suddenly you’re emotionally married. And when it ended — because it always ended — you’d have to dig through drawers and closets, separating his things from yours, each piece a reminder of something you’d lost.
You forced a smile that felt dangerously close to manic, “Oh, um, no— I’ll just borrow it, it’s fine, I’ll give it back later.”
Neville blinked, surprised by your sudden rush of words, “I didn’t mean— I mean, I’ve got others, you don’t have to—”
“No really,” You said quickly, tugging the cardigan tighter around yourself and sitting very straight, like posture alone could prove how casual you were being about this, “You look great in this cardigan. I couldn’t possibly be the reason you don’t get to wear it anymore.”
He chuckled softly, shaking his head as he sat back down beside you, “You’re very strange sometimes, you know that?”
“Mhmm.” You mumbled, burying your face in the collar. It smelled like him — like soap and something green and earthy — and you hated how much you loved it.
He looked at you for a long moment, eyes crinkling with quiet affection before turning back to his notes.
You hadn’t meant to join Neville and his friends that afternoon — you’d only stopped by the Gryffindor table to say hello before heading back to study — but somehow you’d been pulled into a conversation with Dean and Seamus that had spiraled far beyond your control.
“So,” Seamus said with a grin that was all teeth, “how long’s it been now? You two’ve been joined at the hip since Christmas, yeah?”
Neville blinked, mid-bite of shepherd’s pie, “Er—nine months?”
You froze.
Nine. Months.
That was almost a year. More than double your longest relationship.
Dean let out a low whistle, “Blimey, Longbottom, didn’t think you had it in you.”
Seamus snorted, “Yeah, we all had money on the third-date crash and burn. Guess I owe Weasley five Galleons.”
They laughed, and you forced a smile, even though your heart was racing. Nine months? That meant you’d been a we for nine months — people probably said “you and Neville” like it was one word now.
Neville just looked bashful, ducking his head, cheeks pink. “She’s easy to love.” He mumbled under his breath, and Seamus groaned dramatically while Dean nearly choked on his pumpkin juice.
Your brain short-circuited.
Easy to love.
Me?
Since when?
And suddenly, everything around you — the laughter, the chatter, the clinking of cutlery — faded into a dull hum. All you could hear was your heartbeat, thudding too fast. All you could feel was that warm, terrifying weight in your chest.
Because he said it so simply. Like it wasn’t a risk. Like it was just true.
He was okay with loving you.
You didn’t know how to respond to that. How were you supposed to respond to Neville’s quiet, unguarded affection when you were doubting it every single step of the way?
He was such a sweet soul. The more time you spent with him, the more you realized he might be the most selfless, considerate, good boy you’d ever met in your life.
He was perfect.
He truly was.
You swallowed the lump in your throat, forcing a crooked grin, “And in those nine months, a girl hasn’t so much as looked at you two blokes.”
You laughed — too high-pitched, too quick — but when you glanced at Neville, who met your gaze with that open, steady smile, your chest ached in that familiar, dizzying way.
Nine months.
You hadn’t even noticed them pass.
And that scared you more than anything.
Because for once, you weren’t counting the days until it ended.
Nine months.
He’d said it so easily. Like time didn’t scare him the way it scared you.
You could still hear his voice, low and certain — she’s easy to love.
The words kept looping in your head, echoing against every defense you’d ever built.
By the time you reached the stairs, you could feel your pulse in your throat. You stopped, pretending to adjust the strap of your bag just to buy yourself a second to breathe.
Neville turned, smiling softly, “You okay, love?”
You nodded too fast, “Yeah. Just—heavy bag.”
He didn’t question it, didn’t push. He just reached out, took the strap from your shoulder, and slung it over his own, “There. Easier now.”
And that—god, that was the thing about him. He never made a big deal of it. Never demanded gratitude. He just noticed.
As you walked beside him, shoulder brushing shoulder, something in your chest began to loosen — like a knot slowly, reluctantly coming undone.
Neville never made you feel like loving you was work.
He just did it — quietly, like breathing.
You glanced at him, at the way his fringe fell into his eyes, the little crease between his brows when he concentrated on balancing your books in one arm.
Something warm and painful bloomed in your chest.
You realized, with a sudden and terrifying clarity, that you couldn’t remember what life had felt like before him.
And worse — you didn’t want to.
The thought made your stomach twist. Love had always been a thing you tiptoed around, a house made of glass you refused to step inside. But now you were standing in the doorway, hand on the knob, realizing you’d already been living here without noticing.
He looked at you again, smiling that same gentle smile that never failed to undo you, “You sure you’re alright?”
You hesitated. Then nodded. “Yeah,” You said quietly, “Just thinking.”
“About what?”
You almost told him. You almost said about you.
But instead, you just smiled faintly and said, “About how time goes faster when I’m with you.”
He chuckled, his fingers brushing yours as you walked, “Guess that’s a good thing, yeah?”
You looked down at your intertwined shadows on the stone floor, your throat tightening.
“Yeah,” You whispered, “It is.”
But inside, your heart was trembling — because for the first time, the thought of falling didn’t feel like a warning.
It felt like safety.
Rain tapped softly against the window by your bed, the room washed in the pale blue light of the moon.
You couldn’t sleep.
Your mind kept circling the same set of thoughts it had been for months now. Neville Longbottom. The source of your peace — and the source of the greatest anxiety you’d ever known.
His sweet disposition. His kind eyes. His smile — soft, genuine, a little crooked. His full cheeks that hadn’t lost all their boyish roundness. The way he always put you first.
You sat up slowly, pulling your knees to your chest.
Your father had seemed perfect at first, too. Hadn’t he? After all, your mother wouldn’t have married him, wouldn’t have had you, if he hadn’t put up the perfect front.
But would Neville ever commit the same atrocities? You couldn’t bring yourself to believe it. Or had he just tricked you that well? Would you look back ten years from now — when you had children of your own — and realize you’d made the same mistake your mother had?
Maybe it had been her fault, you reasoned. Maybe she hadn’t screened your father well enough. But you had been careful. You had been auditing Neville with the critical eye of someone who refused to be fooled again.
And still — he’d passed every test.
Neville hadn’t so much as looked at another girl since the day you’d started dating. Whenever doubt or paranoia clawed up your throat, he’d been there to soothe it — patient, steady, real. He remembered every date, every preference, every offhand comment you made in passing. He brought you flowers just because. He’d buy you little trinkets in Hogsmeade because he thought you might like them.
He gave you his last sip of tea, his last piece of chocolate, without complaint.
Even though he was shy, he stood up for you in front of his friends — voice trembling, ears red — but never letting them tease you too far.
Clearly, Neville was perfect.
He was perfect for you.
He’d never hurt you.
This relationship would be good for you.
You shut your eyes, trying to let the conclusion settle into your chest, willing it to quiet the ache in your ribs. You wanted to believe it. You wanted to rest in it. To trust someone for the first time in your entire life.
But then your brow twitched.
Wait.
Neville wasn’t the problem. He never had been.
He was patient, kind — the sort of person who noticed when you were about to spiral and quietly handed you an anchor before you drowned. He listened when you spoke — really listened — without trying to fix you or make it easier. He loved you without asking you to change.
And if he wasn’t the problem…
Then the problem was you.
You pressed the heel of your hand against your chest, like you could hold yourself together by force.
No relationship was without flaws. No love story ended perfectly. But Neville had broken your pattern — he’d stayed.
And now, with nowhere left to direct the blame, you were left with the only truth that fit:
You would ruin him.
Because how could something this fragile, this good, possibly survive you?
You imagined it — the end.
If it happened a year from now, Neville would be crushed. He’d have loved you too deeply by then — the kind of love that doesn’t unravel easily. You’d be finishing school, talking about the future, and then you’d ruin it with a few sentences you could never take back. He’d smile through it, tell you it was okay, but the second you turned away, his heart would break.
Five years from now, it would be worse. You saw it so clearly — his face when he realized you’d stopped loving him, the disbelief in his eyes. He’d cry until his voice gave out, then find the small ring box tucked in the back of his dresser, the one he’d meant to give you someday. He’d hold it in his hands until the metal grew warm, until it hurt too much to look at.
And if it was ten years from now — if you made it that far — it would destroy him completely. You’d see it in the way his shoulders would shake when you slipped the wedding ring from your finger. He’d beg, voice cracking, for you to stay — for the children, for the life you’d built — and you, cold and hollow, would walk away anyway. Leave him standing there in the doorway, the kids asleep upstairs, and he’d raise them alone, never saying a bad word about you. Because that’s who he was.
You could see it all with sickening clarity — the look on his face, the pain in his voice, the ruin of something pure.
You’d tried so hard to protect yourself from being hurt that you’d never stopped to think about who you might hurt in the process.
Your throat ached. Tears slipped down your cheeks before you could stop them. He didn’t deserve that.
He was good. Too good.
He’d be the one bleeding when this ended.
And the worst part was — you knew he’d forgive you anyway.
You stared at the thought until your vision blurred, your heart heavy with the unbearable weight of being loved so gently by someone you were convinced deserved better.
Outside, the rain softened to a hush.
You lay back, pulling the cardigan— his cardigan— tighter around your body. His scent clung to the fabric. It should have comforted you. It didn’t.
Your breaths came shallow and uneven as the truth settled like lead in your chest.
You needed to end this before you did something stupid.
You’d rehearsed it all day — in the mirror, in your head, even under your breath between classes. Every version ended the same way: with you breaking something that had only ever been gentle.
Neville opened the door to his dorm with that familiar soft smile, “Hey, love. You alright? You look—”
“Can we talk?”
Oh no. It was already going awry. In your head, you’d planned to let him finish his sentence, at least — but with the way he was looking at you, with the compliment you were sure he was about to give, you thought it might be too painful if this started on the right foot.
He froze at your tone. You were standing too straight, voice too steady. That always scared him more than tears.
“Of course.” He said quietly, stepping aside.
The room smelled faintly of soil and tea, the window cracked open to let in the cool night air. You stayed standing while he sat on the edge of his bed, looking up at you with those impossibly kind eyes that made your throat tighten.
You handed him a small paper bag — the folded cardigan inside, washed carefully to make sure none of your perfume lingered. Nothing that would remind him of you.
“I have your cardigan.” You said.
His brows furrowed, as though confused why you were handing it back at all, especially after he’d insisted you keep it, “I told you before, you could keep—”
“I think we should break up.”
Neville blinked, like he hadn’t heard you right, “What?”
You forced yourself not to flinch, “I’m— I’m breaking up with you, Neville.”
For a moment, he just stared at you, eyes wide and wounded, until finally he managed to whisper, “Why?”
“We’re not good for each other, Neville. Actually—” Your voice cracked, “I’m not good for you. And I’m sorry.”
You turned to leave, but he reached out and caught your wrist, “Hold on now! You can’t just— not without telling me why— (Y/N), please, I lov—”
“Don’t say it.”
His eyes misted, and your heart broke in your chest, “Merlin, this is what I was trying to prevent, Neville. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then don’t hurt me.” He said, voice tight.
“I don’t want to, Neville. But some things are just… inevitable.” You swallowed hard, “You’re an amazing person, and if we keep going like this, then— I’m going to marry you.”
His brow furrowed, an incredulous laugh slipping out, “Is that supposed to be a threat?”
You shut your eyes, sighing, “You don’t get it, Neville. It’s easier for us to break it off now than ten years from now.”
“Why do we have to break up ten years from now?”
Helga, why did he have so many questions? Did he not understand what was going on here?
“Because I’m a terrible person! Because I’m going to hurt you! Don’t you understand, Neville? I’m trying to protect you!”
He stood then, closing the distance between you, “You’re not a terrible person.”
“Yes, I am!” The words came out louder than you meant. You took a step back, hands shaking, “I’m mistrusting and cold-hearted and pessimistic and jealous and vile. I’m always looking for flaws, and I’ve been in this relationship with one foot out the door since day one! And if we keep doing this, then one day I’m going to break your heart, Neville — and that will tear me apart.”
For a moment, the only sound was the rain outside, soft and steady against the window.
Neville just stood there, staring at you like he was trying to piece you back together with his eyes alone. His lips parted — once, twice — but no sound came out. Then, finally, quietly:
“Do you even hear yourself right now?”
You blinked, “What?”
He took a step closer, voice trembling but steadying with every word, “You’re standing there, telling me how awful you are like it’s a fact. Like it’s written somewhere. But none of that’s true. Not a single bloody thing.”
You shook your head, swallowing hard, “You don’t know me like I do, Neville.”
“Yes, I do,” He said simply, “I know you better than you think. I know you’re scared. I know you overthink until it hurts. I know you find it easier to leave first than to be left behind.”
Your breath hitched, chest tightening painfully, “Stop—”
When he spoke again, his voice was quiet but certain, “You think that if you end it now, it’ll hurt less. But you’re wrong. Because I already love you.”
You blinked hard, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill, “Don’t say that.”
“It’s true.” He smiled faintly, heartbreakingly gentle, “You can walk away if you need to. But don’t pretend it’s for my sake.”
That did it. The tears came hot and fast, your shoulders shaking as you pressed your hands to your face. Neville stepped forward again, hesitating only a moment before wrapping you in his arms.
“You deserve someone better, Neville,” You sobbed, your words muffled against his chest, “I’m sorry for making you fall in love with me.”
And yet, you didn’t push him away. Not yet.
You stood there, crying quietly against him—wishing love was something you could return as easily as a cardigan in a paper bag.
"I'm not sorry for loving you, (Y/N). Even if you break my heart, even if you ruin it. I still love you. I can't erase that. Only you can determine our future, (Y/N)."
Neville held you tighter, his warmth seeping into every trembling muscle. His thumb brushed gently along your back, grounding you in a way you hadn’t realized you needed. You wanted to pull away, to stick to the narrative you’d been rehearsing all day, but his presence felt like a lifeline.
“You’ve had one foot out the door this whole time?” He murmured, voice low, full of disbelief yet tender, “Then… take a step inside. Shut the door, (Y/N).”
The words hit harder than anything else could. Take a step inside. Shut the door. Let go of your fear, your panic, your carefully maintained defenses. Let him in.
Your chest heaved, your hands still pressed against his chest as if the world might snatch him away if you loosened your grip. Slowly, almost hesitantly, you realized you were ready. Ready to stop running, to stop overthinking, to stop protecting yourself at the cost of hurting him.
“I…” Your voice wavered, trembling like leaves in a storm. You swallowed hard, letting your tears fall freely, “…I love you, Neville.”
The effect was immediate. His arms tightened around you, resting your head against his shoulder. “I know,” He whispered, almost like it was a promise, “I love you, too. Always have. Always will.”
Somewhere deep in your chest, the coil of anxiety that had lived there for months began to unravel. For the first time in your life, you let yourself trust completely. The fear, the paranoia, the endless “what ifs”—they didn’t vanish overnight, but they became background noise beneath the steady, unshakable truth of his love.
You pulled back just enough to look at him, wiping your cheeks. His eyes—wide, earnest, filled with that infinite patience and kindness, your infallible mountain against your tumultuous river—met yours, and you felt your heart unclench in a way you hadn’t known was possible.
“Let me love you.” He whispered, voice gentle.
With a shaky laugh that felt like relief incarnate, you nodded. You stepped fully into his embrace, shutting the door to all the fears and doubts you had carried for so long.
For the first time, you didn’t worry about what might happen. For the first time, you believed in the now—and it was enough.
“I love you, Neville.” You whispered again, making sure the words held the weight they deserved.
He kissed your forehead, soft and grounding. The rain tapped against the window outside, a comforting rhythm, as if the world itself had let out a sigh of relief. You stayed there, wrapped in each other, knowing that whatever came next, you’d face it together.
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Y/n was getting ready for a date her friend set up for her. Y/n has never really struggled to find love but she always attracts the weirdos. You were hoping it was a real date because your friend often liked to mess with you a lot..
After an hour of getting ready and waiting for a bit watching tv in her apartment, she hears a knock.
Herman spent an hour and a half making sure everything was right. He made sure he had the right suit, and right flowers, and enough towels to keep you dry. He's always struggled to find love because of his power.
His coworker set him up on a date, he hopes it's a serious thing and not a joke, he always seems to be the butt of the joke.
He's finally at the apartment, he hopes it's the right address and prays to see a woman on the other side of the door, he knocks softly and awkwardly twice. He waddles around a bit and slips on the amount of water that was dripping from him.
The flowers he spent about 15 minutes picking were nearly ruined and on the floor. Herman fell on his knees and hands. As he's about to get up, he sees the door open.
As you open the door, you see a man on his hands and knees with flowers on the floor. You pause as you look at him. He looks up at you with his needy eyes.
"Um, are you okay.. Why are you wet." You say chuckling trying to get a better look at the man. Although it was funny, you took a step back out of fear.
"H-Hi.. Hello! um.. My name is Water- I mean Herman. My hero name is Waterboy, because.. i.. am... Wet!" He stutters awkwardly as he tried to get up. Once he's up, forgetting the flowers on the floor, he tries to shake your hand.
You shake his hand and sigh, you knew this had to be a joke, but he seemed to sweet to waste his time.
"I'm Y/n, nice to meet you." You smile lightly.
"Beautiful- no, Wonderful name! Can i say beautiful.. can i call you beautiful.?" He keeps shaking your hand not letting go, it was very awkward.
You let go to break contact, "Yeah it's fine- ew.." You say looking at your hand. "Why is my hand wet?"
The man looks down, picking up the flowers that was once in his hand nearly soaking wet. "T-that's my power, e-everything i touch is uh.. wet." He smiles as he gives you the flowers.
He was kinda sweet and cute if you look past his massive water flaw. You stare at him on accident, admiring the hair that stayed on his forehead and how he looked to needy an nervous, he looks like he was sweating and looked worried. You realized you were kinda into that and he just looks like this naturally. You let out a slight smirk at the idea.
"Um.. I-i can go, i know your friend p-probably tricked- messed with you huh.." He says walking backwards slightly.
"No.." You say grabbing his arm, causing him to stiffen up and look at you all scared and whimpering at the sudden and scary contact. "I-i'm sorry i didn't mean to do that." You say wiping your hand off with his mysterious water. He stays quiet.
"Why don't you, come inside?.." You say leaning on the door way seductively.
"O-oh i don't know, i don't want you to feel like you need- have to invite me in.." He says looking down and shrugging.
"Oh i insist, please come inside." You say looking up at the tall man in your door way.
He gets all flustered and nervous, his face is visibly flushed, "A-are you okay- sure?"
"For being a grown man, you sure do stutter a lot." You say chuckling once more, you watch him get nervous again.
"How much more do you stutter when you're over stimulated.?"
He stiffens up and opens his mouth but nothing but noise comes from his mouth unable to make any actually words.
You grab his arm slowly and pull him inside closing your door.
Summary: Kinktober 2025 Day 3 - Sex Work. It's Neville's 21st birthday, and a few of his friends are looking to help him out in their own way. What starts as a nightmare for Neville quickly sweetens.
Tags: Sex work (kind of not really), P in V, First time, Cowgirl, Creampie, Begging, Very slight degradation, Crying during sex, Desperation, Sub!Neville, Virgin!Neville, Annoying friends, Misunderstandings, Post-battle of Hogwarts, Brief mentions of alcohol.
Word count: 3.7k
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Authors note: Reader in this isn't actually a sex worker… it's just a weird situation, read it and find out lol... Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡
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Neville’s 21st birthday had been going well. He’d met up with his friends at a tavern in Diagon Alley for a nice pub dinner. Shared memories and laughter had filled the evening, and Neville had even had a pint, despite not being much of a drinker himself. The air was warm as his group migrated onto the street outside the tavern, chatting and postponing their goodbyes as much as possible. The night eventually had to come to an end; it was a weekday after all, and his friends had places to be the following morning. Neville didn’t mind; he wasn’t one for pub crawls or big parties and was looking forward to going home and reading after this lovely evening. He hugged Luna and Ginny goodbye, thanking them for their gifts and for coming to see him despite Ginny’s packed Quidditch schedule, to which they both insisted they would always make time for him. It warmed his heart; he was so grateful to have friends like these. That feeling of gratitude would soon disappear completely.
He should have known something was up when Hermione broke off from Harry and Ron to go home with the girls. He definitely should have known something was wrong when Harry, Ron, Dean and Seamus all insisted on walking him back to his flat a few streets down, but he was blinded by the glow of a pleasant and oddly peaceful evening. It finally clicks that something is badly wrong when, in the middle of enjoyable chit-chat, Seamus suddenly blurts.
“You still a virgin, Nev?” Neville turns to face him in surprise, but his friends all laugh knowingly rather than being at all surprised by the turn in conversation.
“Why does that matter?” he huffs, swallowing and standing up a little straighter, feeling suddenly ganged up on.
“You’re 21, mate! Bit old to have never been with anyone… not even a guy?” Ron grins. Neville sputters.
“No! Not even a guy! You know I’m not–” he cuts himself off and takes a deep breath. “I’m fine, I don’t mind… it’ll happen when it happens,” he says firmly, ignoring his friend's shared laughter and continuing down the street to his flat entrance. The presence of his friends no longer feels so nice. They hadn’t teased him about this in a long time, barely at all since the battle. Maybe they were just hoping that after the battle it would change, but it hadn’t. Secretly, he had hoped it more than anyone else. His friends jog to catch up with him, clapping him on the back.
“That might change tonight,” Dean teases cryptically, and Neville just keeps walking, figuring they’re trying to lure him to come out and try to meet someone. They’d tried that once before, and it hadn’t ended so well. Neville reaches the entrance to his flat, above a quiet potion supply shop. He fumbles the key into the door as his friends laugh and jeer about him getting some, all clearly having had too much to drink at the pub.
“Happy birthday to me,” Neville grumbles to himself quietly as he opens the door.
“Hey! You don’t even realise how happy we’ve made it!” Harry laughs loudly as Neville slips into his flat. He doesn’t pay any mind to the meaning behind Harry’s or Dean’s words, figuring they’re just drunk. Now he’s upset with his friends, even if he knows they don’t necessarily mean any harm. He climbs the stairs toward his living room door, grumbling to himself and running a hand through his hair. When he opens the door, he jumps slightly. Someone’s in his living room.
You turn in surprise when the door opens, even though you’d been expecting him, trying to look like you hadn’t been snooping through the pictures on his mantle. You make yourself straighten up and smile at him. Neville just looks shocked and confused.
“Who are you?” he demands nervously, looking you up and down. You don’t look much like a burglar, dressed nicely, your makeup done, very pretty.
“Didn’t your friends tell you? I’m here for you…” You tilt your head, not understanding his shock. Surely his friends wouldn’t have surprised him like this. For a moment, Neville racks his brain, remembering his friend's cryptic teases from before, as well as a prolonged absence of theirs toward the end of dinner. He curses loudly, smacking his forehead.
“Are you an escort or something?” he asks, tensely, trying not to be upset with you since he knows this isn’t your fault.
“No… well… sort of for the night, I guess, your friends were offering money for anyone who wanted to sleep with you,” you explain as he heads for his kitchenette, filling himself a glass of water and downing it quickly. You follow, standing in the corner and watching him. “I figured you were in on it, like this was some weird birthday thing you guys did, plus I knew Dean in school, so I trusted him, you know?” You explain yourself, realising it had perhaps been strange of you to agree to this. He stays by the sink, rubbing his hand down his face and sighing.
“Well, I wasn’t in on it… they’re just doing this to make fun of me… or help in their own stupid way or whatever,” he grumbles.
“Oh… well, look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just… they approached me, said you had trouble talking to women and that as a birthday gift they were helping you out… like I said, I assumed you were in on it, like you knew they were picking you a girl or something… I don’t know… it sounds stupid now I’ve sobered up a bit,” you shrug.
“You said they were offering money?” he clarifies, turning to you finally. He looks frustrated, but he’s trying not to take it out on you, which you appreciate.
“Yeah… I figured that was just them being silly… trying to make up for getting you a cheap gift, I don’t know,” you pull the pouch of coins from your purse, sliding them to him on the kitchen counter. “Here, I wasn’t in it for the money anyway; I just thought you were cute,” He opens the pouch, realising there is real money inside. His stomach sinks.
“Merlin, how hopeless do they think I am that they’re spending actual money on this?” he mumbles, handing you back the pouch. “I’d rather you have it than them, at least,” you nod and put the money back in your purse, but leave a few coins on his dining table when he turns back to the sink, feeling bad for him.
“I’m really sorry, I’ll just go,” you turn on your heels and head for his door. Neville is about to let you go, despite a slight reluctance in his chest, when he spots his friends still lingering outside his place from the kitchenette window, laughing and having a smoke. He curses again, rushing for you and stopping you at the door.
“Actually, could you maybe stay?” he chuckles nervously, turning you around. “They’re hanging around outside, I– if they actually think we s… slept together, they might leave me alone about this finally,” he swallows, feeling lame and guilty for asking you to stay, but this might be his one chance to make his friends think he’s gotten ‘laid’ as they would so crudely put it. You raise a brow but shrug.
“You want me to just hang around for a few hours or something?” he nods. “I guess I can do that, I don’t particularly have anywhere to be,” you head back into the living room, sitting down on the sofa and placing your bag on the side table. Now that he’s properly looking at you, he can’t help but think that you’re incredibly gorgeous, distractingly so. He isn’t used to having pretty girls in his house, reading the title of his coffee table book curiously. It’s strange.
“Can I get you a drink?” he asks, then adds. “Basically, all I have is water.”
“A water then,” you smile, watching him disappear back into the kitchenette. A few moments later, he returns with two glasses, placing one down on the side table beside you. He hesitates nervously before sitting down on the end of the sofa you have made yourself comfortable on, clearing his throat. Both of you are silent for a long moment, sipping your waters and looking around. Bored, you finally speak up. “Why would they do this to you? Seems like more of an April Fool's thing than a birthday thing,” you comment. Neville takes a deep sigh.
“They think it’s pathetic that I’m still a virgin,” he confesses. “They’re trying to help,” he huffs, rubbing his brow, feeling your eyes on him.
“You’re a virgin? I knew you were a bit shy, but really? How come? You’re not interested in sex?” The questioning makes him blush deeply.
“It’s not that I’m not interested in it… It’s just never happened for me, that’s all,” he defends, looking down at his glass of water. You look him up and down. He’s tall and broad, the baby fat mostly gone from his face. Decorated with a slight stubble and soft hair, he looks like a very handsome man. His shy demeanour is also very endearing, and whenever you’ve interacted with him, he’s been nothing but kind, even now when you would have understood if he’d been openly angry.
“I can’t see why, you’re very desirable,” you tell him honestly, smiling as his cheeks flush slightly.
“Have you been paid to say that too?” he deflects, looking away in the hopes of being able to ignore the fact you’re staring at him. He’s not used to having the attention of somebody he finds so attractive. You laugh softly, nudging his leg with your foot.
“I told you, I’m not here for the money… I thought you were cute and decided to play along with your friends,” his discomfort amuses you slightly, his cheeks red and his head hung low. “I won’t make you do anything, of course, and I’ll even tell your friends that you rocked my world the next time I see them, just to sell it,” you joke, relieved when he gives a small, earnest laugh.
“I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t believe that,” he turns to you, smiling slightly.
“Why not?”
“They know I’m completely clueless… if you say I blew your mind or something, they’d probably cotton on that we’re lying immediately,” he traces a shape into the condensation on his glass.
“Oh come on! I’m sure you could blow my mind if you really tried, beginner's luck,” you tease, nudging him. He laughs again, his cheeks going redder, the idea of pleasing you going through his head, sending a pleasant shiver through him. Maybe this situation wouldn’t turn out so bad.
“You really think I’m cute? Like… you would… you know… without any money involved?” he asks quietly, his eyes on the ground.
“Mhmm, is that so hard to believe? You’re handsome… I would’ve assumed you would have had lots of takers after what you did in the battle, are you waiting for love or something?” you purr, shifting closer, feeling his body language opening up to you. A sigh leaves his lips, his eyes finally meeting yours properly. Merlin, you were even prettier up close, and he could catch a glimpse down your dress… His eyes dart away nervously, cheeks perpetually pink.
“Not even that I just… I guess I’ve had a few people interested, but… I think they thought I was some brave hero… they seemed to lose interest quickly upon realising I could barely look them in the eye,”
“You are a brave hero, even if you’re a bit shy too,” you soothe, running a hand through his hair. He doesn’t push you away, his pupils dilating slightly, his breathing picking up, feeling dizzy at the touch. You were actually touching him, and he was letting you despite his fears. You made him feel oddly comfortable, clearly attracted to him, but not being pushy and respecting his thoughts and feelings. Seeing his nerves pick up a little, you decide to reassure him. “You can tell me to stop at any time and I will listen, promise,” you whisper, and he nods, but doesn’t tell you to stop, even as you shift into his lap. He swallows, his hands settling on your thighs at your encouragement, a ragged breath slipping from between his lips. “My services have already been paid for, you know? If you wanted to take advantage after all,” you tease softly, leaning your forehead to his, surprised by how willing he seemed now.
“I… I… I do…” he stammers, surprised at himself, perhaps he had been more desperate than he realised all this time, and with such a sweet, pretty girl offering so readily… “But I’m afraid… I have no idea what I’m doing,” he admits, fingers tightening on your thighs.
“That’s okay… I don’t mind being in charge,” you chuckle deeply, brushing your lips to his. He leans forward, unknowingly turning what you had meant as a teasing touch into a real kiss. His eyes slip shut, lips moving tentatively against yours, relaxing a little as your arms wrap around his neck. The kiss feels good, warm, soft and comfortable. He goes willingly as you push him to lean back properly against the sofa, never disconnecting your lips, sighing in pleasure. He hadn’t expected to actually end up like this with you, but he’d ended up being powerless to your charms and his own buried desires. As your hips begin to rock against his, he realises just how long he’s been fantasising about something like this happening to him, moaning as you tug at his hair, tilting his head back for better access to him. The desire is mounting fast, and he realises after waiting 21 years that he barely wants to wait a second more, his arousal straining embarrassingly against his jeans, fully at attention already. Despite the embarrassment of it, he feels he can tell you the truth.
“I want more…” he whispers between ever deeper kisses. “You don’t have to be gentle with me… please,” his eyes opening as you pull back to look down at him. “I’ve waited so long,” he pleads, feeling a little pathetic. It would probably be best for this encounter to be slow and gentle, perhaps you should retreat to his bedroom, but that isn’t what he wants. “Please,” he repeats, swallowing as he looks down your body, taking in the sight of you straddling his lap. He bucks up slightly, and you giggle.
“What a needy, needy thing I’ve found myself,” you tease, but figure you should put the poor guy out of his misery. “You already want to be inside me, huh? That fast?” you taunt, shifting to kneel over him. He whimpers softly, knowing how silly it is, but all he wants is to feel what it’s like, your words making him even needier. When he notices that you’re tugging your underwear down from under your dress, a wave of relief washes over him. He wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your neck.
“Merlin, thank you, thank you…” he murmurs. “I need to know what it’s like… I need you… thank you so much,” he continues, gasping against your skin as you fiddle with the clasp of his jeans, undoing them the best you can with him leaning against you.
“You reek of desperation, honey,” you tease softly, helping to free him from his boxers.
“I know… I know… I’m sorry,” he whispers, nuzzling your neck. “I just… you’re making me feel completely different… I feel like I’m hypnotised,” he mumbles, leaning back to watch as your hand wraps around him. He moans, eyelids drooping. He wants to be embarrassed by already being rock-hard and leaking, but he can’t seem to care as your free hand pulls up the hem of your dress. “Is this actually happening?” he asks hazily, making you giggle.
“Yes, you okay?” your hand moves up and down his cock slowly, teasingly, relishing in the soft groans he gives you in return.
“Mhm, please don’t stop,” his hands find your waist, bunching up your dress even further, trying to guide you toward him.
“Ah ah, I’m in charge, remember?” you tut, pulling back, making him whine. By now, you’re just messing with him, but it’s pleasing you too much to stop just yet.
“I’m sorry– please,” he pleads. “Please, I need this, I need to feel what it’s like, please,” you hear him sniff lightly, seeing tears of frustration gathering in his eyes, your expression softening. He really is desperate. “I’ve had to wait so long and now you’re here…”
“Oh, honey…” You coo, cupping his cheek with your free hand, rubbing your thumb over his cheekbone. “You want it so badly,” you taunt, adjusting yourself so you’re just inches from sinking down onto him. He whimpers needily, letting out a raw noise as you shift down, rubbing his tip through your folds, teasing yourself and getting yourself ready for him. In Neville’s eyes, you’re only torturing him further. He feels the warmth and wetness radiating from your core, calling out to him like a siren song, beckoning him deeper, but he doesn’t dare push, knowing you pulled away the last time he tried. He couldn’t risk that again, so instead stayed still, groaning in desperation. He couldn’t believe it was about to happen; he’d started to think he’d be a virgin the rest of his life, but here you were, beautiful and real, grinding yourself against his aching cock, your forehead resting on his. He feels a tear slip onto his cheek as you continue teasing, but hides it by tilting up to kiss you, your lips moving together softly. You feel his wet lashes flutter against your cheek and decide to show mercy.
You pull back just a bit, realigning yourself so that you can sink down onto him. He mumbles a few more incoherent pleas, his eyes glued to where the two of you will soon meet. His hands are tight on your waist, the only thing anchoring him to reality. Finally and mercifully, he feels you sink down, his length gradually surrounded by your tight heat. His body trembles, his eyes rolling back. It feels good. Better than good. He doesn’t even have the words for the bliss he feels as he bottoms out within you, your thighs meeting each other as you seat yourself fully in his lap. You breathe heavily against his neck, his first sign that you are actually affected by what you’re doing like he is, trying to get used to the large intrusion. He embraces you, relishing in the feeling of you, another tear slipping from his eye.
“Thank you… thank you…” He murmurs, twitching within you. He feels you clench around him, and his whole body tenses. It’s almost all over in that moment, and he feels the embarrassment again, realising he really isn’t going to last. “I’m… I won’t be able to uh…” he pants.
“I know, I figured,” you soothe, your chin leaning on his shoulder. His hand slides up your back.
“I’m sorry,” he says, rubbing his nose along your jaw, relishing the scent of your perfume mixed with the newly discovered scent of sex. “It feels too good,”
“Yeah? You like it?” You shift your hips slightly, making him groan.
“Yeah… so much… I… I’m close…” he breathes. Your lips press to his, and he happily reciprocates, holding you close as you grind yourself against his lap gently. He can’t stop the whimpers spilling into your kiss, but you hardly mind, committing the sweet sounds to memory. “Feels so good,” he whispers, his breath catching as you speed up a little. “Oh… oh…” he screws his eyes shut, the feeling of you moving around him too much to handle. Too warm and wet and perfect. It only takes a few more moments until fireworks explode behind his eyes, a choked version of your name leaving his lips. You moan in return, feeling as he comes inside of you hard. His arms tremble around you, his hips bucking gently as he rides out his pleasure. You continue to kiss him, and he tries his best to return the gesture, but he’s fighting for breath, his head spinning. He collapses back against the sofa, slowly opening his eyes, seeing you still sitting in his lap.
“Merlin… I’m sorry… thank you,” he laughs tiredly, his nerves returning.
“Sorry about what?”
“Finishing in… um… inside,” he blushes, running his hand through his hair which he notices in embarrassment is rather sweaty. You shrug him off, not bothered. You were on the potion anyway. He watches in awe as you pull away from him, some of his release dripping down your leg. He can hardly believe he’s just had sex with you, of all people, a beautiful virtual stranger whom his friends brought to his house. You seem to sense his train of thought.
“Your friends got their money’s worth in the end, then,” you tease, grabbing a tissue from the coffee table to clean up. He blushes.
“I’m still cross with them, though,” he huffs, taking the tissue from you and carefully wiping you clean. He’s a bit embarrassed to touch you so intimately, but he figures he made the mess.
“You’re still shy,” you point out, slightly amused. He chews his lip.
“Well… all this is still pretty new to me… even if we did just… you know…”
“Fair enough, maybe you should have your friends pay me again sometime, for some exposure therapy,” you joke, and he chuckles.
“Would you come back? Do that again?” he asks quietly, discarding the tissue.
“Yes,” you answer him honestly.
“Even if I didn’t pay your going rate?” he jokes shyly as you shift to sit sideways across his lap, his hand gently moving to your lower back so you don’t fall.
“Only if you plead with me, but you seem to be quite good at that,” this comment makes Neville blush profusely. He’d never known he had such a desperate side, but had found he’d liked letting go with you. He looks up at you, taking in your slightly smudged makeup, yet your confident smile, soft at the edges. You were so beautiful, even more so now that he’d formed a connection with you. He was in disbelief, but for the second time that night, he felt incredibly grateful for the people in his life, even if he was going to yell at them before telling them so.
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Neville is a shy boy, he loves his plants and that's about it. He also likes you but wasn't very public about it, His friends assumed he liked you because of how much he stared to hang around them when you came around.
(Shy Neville? Romantic tension? Hufflepuff reader? New student? Kissin?)
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Today was your first day at a new school, Hogwarts. You got invited because recently you found out you were a witch. It was so weird, everything came late to you. You have muggle parnets so they didn't know much either. They let you go to this unknown school as long as you called them and texted them. You e already been sorted into Hufflepuff. Your mascot was a cute little badger.
You've been there for day already, a tall man named Hagrid was giving you a tour of the school, a cute boy caught your eye.
He was beautiful light brown hair with a haircut that stood out of the others, it was long and unkept. He had green eyes he looked at you with across the class room when you and Hagrid peaked in. He had a round face, it was so cute. You dint get a good look at him but he seemed shorter then the others and still a little chubbier then everyone else.
Merlin he was so cute..
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You sat in dinning hall all by yourself, a girl with curly hair came up to you.
"Hello, my name is Hermione." She puts her hand out for you to shake it. You shake her hand and introduce yourself, "H-Hello.. um, my name is y/n"
You weren't a very shy person, but she was so confident it almost scared you. Behind her were two boys. A brown haired boy with round glasses, Harry potter you assumed because of the scar that was visible on his forehead, and a cute ginger. "This is where me and my friends usually sit, but you can stay." She smiled at you.
"T-thank you." You smile back. Harry potter and Hermione sit next to eachother as the ginger sits next to you. "Hello my name is Ron, Ron Weasley."
You thought to yourself, "y/n weasley, that dosnt sound so bad.."
"Hello, my name is Y/n Y/ln" You smiled.
It was kinda awkward, you didn't know them, the ginger turned away and talked with his friends. You wish you could ask more about the kid with brown hair.
Hermione turns to you and says, "What's your first class y/n" Your look up from your plate, "flying."
The three laugh, "Really? Flying?" Harry says. You look embarrassed and say nothing as your cheeks fluster. "How come?" Ron says. "I'm new, today is my first day.."
"That makes sense, i haven't seen you before." Hermione says. "Don't worry, Madam Hooch is a wonderful lady." Harry says. "She's very nice." Ron says.
"How about your next classes, what's your whole schedule?" Hermione ask.
"Well i have: Flying, charms, potions, transfiguration, herbology, and history of magic."
The three are surprised with their mouths open. "You have class with pretty much all three of us!" Harry says. "Well besides Flying and potions." Ron says.
"Yes, for flying you will be with 1st years, their all 11." Hermione says.
"Oh merlin.." You cover your face and groan with embarrassment making the three chuckle.
"Actually, dosnt Neville have potions third?" Ron says. The three start talking about this guy named Neville. You have no interest in him, you just want to talk about the guy you thought was so cute yesterday.
"Yes he's not very smart in other subjects, but he excels in herbology." Hermione says. "We pretty much have all our classes with him." Harry says.
"That's cool." You say, your very uninterested in what their saying until the three of them shout the name Neville. You had to prepare for a conversation with a random you didn't care about.
untill..
"Hey guys.." A shy voice you heard coming from the right of you. You didn't care enough to look up until Hermione introduced you, "Neville this is Y/n, she has potions with you, and pretty much all the same classes as us."
You turn your head to continue the introduction but as you face the boy, your face turns red.
It's the boy you saw from yesterday..
"H-hello my name is uh, N-neville.. i umm.. remember you from yesterday.." His voice was low and stuttery. He sounded just as cute as he looked.
AND HE REMEMBERS YOU??
"You remember me?" You say chuckling still flustered by his look and words. He struggled to keep eye contact but merlin.. when he did look at you, his eyes were so big and full of color.
"Y-yeah, in um.. history! I saw you and.. Hagrid peak into the uh, class room." Nevill says playing with his fingers.
"Sit down Neville" Harry says pointing at the right seat that was open next to you.
Now you had Ron on your left, and Neville on your right. Merlin you were so red, you can feel it, and you had a feeling everyone knew. You were usually confident in you flirting skills but right now, you couldn't even breath properly.
"Are you okay y/n?" Ron said. "Yep, i'm o-okay.." You say looking down.
You wish you could pounce on Neville and kill him, he was so cute. You wanted to pull his hair and look at his face, you wish you could've just hit him then and there, you didn't know him. The bell rung and it was time for class.
"Hey y/n, we can walk you to class because our next class is past the area you'll be practicing flying." Harry said. "Sure" You say shrugging all getting up and walking.
While walking, Neville walks close to you, he's nearly reaching for your hand and you can smell him, he himself smells like vanilla with a hint of soil and grass. It was a mix of earthy tones and it was so yummy. Your eyes early rolled back and your eyes started to falter.
"Alright, here you are, byebye!" Ron said. They all said bye except for Neville, who was the only one you were looking at. He gave you a slight wave and a small smile.
-------------------------------------After getting ready for your next class, you step into the hall getting ready to attempt to remember where your next class is. "Hey Y-n!!" You hear a little down the crowded hall. You see the three kids and your new future husband walk towards you.
You walk towards them, "Our next class is charms. From now on, wait for us in-front of where you were and we'll walk to you." Hermione says.
"Alright." You say. The next class was the same thing, Neville being silent and still walking close to you.
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In thy class, you got sat right next to Hermione, Neville was right behind you. You felt like he was looking at the back of your head but you didn't want to assume anything.
You took out your mirror to fix your lipstick. With the mirror, you use it to look behind you and see Neville looking right at you. His head was in his hand and he was dazed off looking at you, you slightly turn around causing him to bolt up and sit still and look stright. His gaze falls back onto you. You give him a wink and a little smirk causing him to get red.
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Once that class ends, you pack up and Hermione waves Neville over to you guys.
"Neville, Walk with her to potions okay?" "Mhm.." Neville hums and nods. You and him wave bye to Hermione and the boys, it's just you too now.
It was silent at first untill you broke the silence. "Why are u looking at me in class." You say with a flirty tone.
"I-i'm sorry.." Neville says looking down. "Don't worry love, i don't mind." You say winking causing Neville to turn pink.
You grab his arm and lead him to the door, "Where's our next class?" You say letting go. "i-it's.. over here." He say looking to his left. You walk with him, this time he's a little further. You decide to get closer and he dosn't move.
Once you get to potions you sit right next to Neville. You guys got there early and talk for a bit. You found out your future husband is super into plants, but his last name is longbottom.. It dosnt matter, you can still keep your name after marriage.
The class started. It was fun and dangerous, it was just like the books you've read as a child. Mixing stuff together to make cool potions, nearly like chemistry. Neville was so confident when it came to the potions that included plants, it was so cute.
You tried your best to help with the other ones and you think you did a good job.
The whole time in class, your hands kept brushing, and you guys sat close to each other, thighs touching. You hid behind him and held his arm when you were scared. You guys laughed and got comfortable. It was the only class you had with him alone and it was awesome.
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You and Neville walk to transfiguration class together, practically holding hands. You were so close and touchy people just assumed he had a girlfriend. You guys were giggling and laughing, you can tell Neville got more comfortable with you. He still had his cute stutter but he looked happy to see you giggle at his jokes.
You guys walk into class and Hermione eats up to you guys. "Hello, quite giggly are we?" She says. Still laughing a bit you responded, "Neville is so funny" You lean on him causing him to stiffen up. "I'm great to hear that, um after school, do you want to meet in our common room to hangout? Harry and Rom were talking about it and you can meet more people we know?" "Sure" You say shrugging.
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Your next class was Herbology, all of you guys walked in together all talking and laughing. Everyone gathers around a huge box filled with plants and you get to stand right next to Neville. Once again nearly holding hands are you guys talk about nothing and laugh.
The rest of the day goes by with the next class you have. Once history is over with Hermione walks to you and ask if you want to go to their common room again. You actually wanted to go to your own common room and make your own fiends there but you saw the way Neville looked at you.
Once Hermione asked that question you saw Neville behind her look at you; his eyes were needy and he looked sad. He almost looked like a puppy wanting you to go. As much and you wanted to lay in bed, you said yes.
Neville gets happy and smiles. If he was a puppy his tail would be wagging. He almost seemed like a puppy the more you thought about it.
He was so cute, you couldn't say no.
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Walking to the common room Neville talked about plants and the ones he liked. As much as you didn't care, he seemed to interested in it you really couldn't ignore him. Merlin the way he stuttered when he got excited, he didn't know how to calm down and as shy as he is he was so cute when he just kept talking about nothing you wanted to know.
You don't even know you've made it into the common room until Hermione says something because you were too distracted by Neville. His voice rang inside your ears waiting to hear it again as Hermione said, "This is our common room, each one is different, I think yours is filled with plants? I'm not sure i haven't been in there myself."
"Oh yeah there's a ton of plants, i don't know any but i know they're not like any muggle plants, they all look so cool and different from anything i've ever seen!" You say.
"They're all pretty common mixed in with some of my favorites." Neville says. "Do all of your plants move and make sounds??" You ask Neville.
"Did you not pay attention in class, of course not all of them but a good few." Neville was a bit hurt you weren't paying attention to him or class when talking about plants, he didn't know you just wanted to listen to him talk.
"There's really nothing, a bunch of tables for studying, plants, a kitchen, and bean bags and couches." You say. "This is what ours looks like." Harry says motioning at the open space infront of you.
It was so cozy; couches, a fire place, warm, it was dark only being lit up by yellow tinted lamps and candles. It was so awesome. You were kinda jealous.
"Wow, it's beautiful." "Yep it's awesome." Ron says as he goes to sit down, everyone else sits down with him. Neville leave a seat for you but dosn't say anything, he just looks up at you with his big doe eyes hoping you would sit near him.
Neville gets slightly nervous as you sit in the empty seat next to you, he's been fidgeting a lot more.
You all talk an laugh for hours getting to know your new friends.
You meet a few people in there, your favorite pair was Fred and George who Ron wasn't very fond of.
You learn about the other houses and stuff happening in the wizarding world. You learn about all their adventures and troubles. You feel a bit left out but you didn't really know them.
The night died down, everyone is a b it tired. Slowly everyone heads to bed and it's just you and Neville.
You guys sit alone.. not talking.. weird and awkward silence.
"i think we should uh.. go to bed.." Neville says looking down at his lap playing with his hands in a very soft tone. "Like together?" You say, laughing it off when he looked up at you being slightly pink.
"Yeah, maybe.. no actually. Well idk if u want too but i don't wanna fource you, you know. We don't really know each other it might be awkward and-" Neville says all of this quick and fast not making eye contact with you once besides him saying yeah.
You place a hand on his hands and hold them both, "What's wrong?" You say, you look at him smiling a little seeing him struggle to find words.
"Let's go to your room." You get up as you're still holding his hands pulling him up slowly from the couch.
Neville dosnt fight, he lets you pull him and holds your hand.
"Where your room?" "um, Over there.." He points at a hallway. You walk slowing towards the hallway while looking at neville still holding his eyes. His eyes started to connect with yours although he was still nervouse and a mess. You find his door and push it open locking the door behind you.
You turn to Neville and put your hands on his shoulders. Neville is standing awkwardly and stiff, he looks at you but never your eyes. You noticed he looked at your nose a lot because his eyes were always slightly crossed when you were too close.
You go in to kiss him and that's when you feel the height difference. You needed to push him down and tried to stand a little bit taller to kiss him. Although he bent down and leaned in for the kiss, you sensed he got nervous and looked away, you accidentally kiss him in the cheek but you didn't mind.
"Are you okay?" You say flirtatiously with your arms now wrapped around his neck. You didn't wanna make Neville feel uncomfortable and you were worried you did. "I-i got nervouse.." He says, he puts his shaking hands around your back and hold you by your waist slightly pulling you towards him.
"Have you kissed anyone before?" You asked Neville giggling a bit.
"um.. no.." He was nervous and you felt him dig his nails into your hips thought your skirt.
"Can i be your first kiss?" You look into his eyes and say in a seductive tone.
He got all jittery and nervous, stumbling over his words and unable to say anything. With his mouth agape he nods looking at the floor beside you.
You lift his chin towards you and you look at him in the eyes, for a split second he looks at you and then hugs you.
You heard his heart beat as your head hit his chest. It was so fast, it made you smile. He hold you and says, "i'm scared." You laugh at him, "It's only a kiss Neville." You assume he's tearing up, "I've never kissed anyone before i'm afraid."
You were confused "Of what?" you said laughing a little bit.
"I don't know, what if you tell everyone i'm a bad kiss and they make fun of me."
You felt so bad now, you use your arms to free yourself and look into his teary eyes who are still faced to the ground. "Neville, i really wouldn't do anything like that."
You take his hands and lead him to his bed. You sit down on it waiting for him.
"It's okay Neville, it's okay to be nervous and scared." You say as he sits down next to you, he nods and says "okay.."
You put a hand on his chest and pushing him slowly to lay down on his pillows. You slowly climb onto him, slow enough to push you off if he felt uncomfortable. Instead he put his arms on your lower back and watched your lips come closer towards him. You finally kiss him softly on his lips, a small and soft peck, and you back away to look at his face.
He was all red and hot, he couldn't say anything and he hid his face in his sweater. All he did was nod.
You giggled at him nodding, "What does that mean? Did you like it?" He nodded again.
"Can i kiss you again?" You ask to him immediately nodding once again.
You chuckled as you leaned in once more, using your hand to push down his hand and jacket. You place a left kiss on his cheek once more then kiss his lips. You felt him trying to kiss you back, he obviously didn't do a good job which made you laugh but you thought it was cute.
Neville sat up and moved you so you're sitting on his lap. "um, i-is this okay.?" He asked with his arms still around your waist.
"Mhm, don't worry." You say.
You felt his hand move to your face, "can i try.." He says.
"Go ahead."
He uses his hand to move your face towards him and attempts to kiss you. He wasn't doing the best and you tried to hold your laughter to not make him feel embarrassed.
"Merlin this is so hard.." He chuckled. "Move your face to the right, it makes it easier. You hoped the little advice helped.
He tilted his head and kissed you perfectly, you lean into the kiss and merlin.. it was perfect. Your lips fit together just like a puzzle, he got it down after a few tried but he did good. After the long kiss, you guys break it up.
"That-that was good neville, you did really good." You say smiling.
"Thanks you." He said smiling. "I'm- y/n.. can we lay together?"
"Of course." You say smiling. You get off his lap and lay down right next to him. He lays down and looks into your eyes for the first time, it made you nervous. His beautiful green eyes started to falter and he placed an arm over you, pulling you closer.
"Can i be your boyfriend?" Neville asked with your head in his chest again, once more you hear his heart beat. "Yes of course!" You say smiling, kissing his check once more before closing your eyes and you both fall asleep.
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The next day you're holding hands. All of your friends make fun of you. Harry says, "What could've possibly happened in that one night to make you guys want to date."
You two stayed quiet not answering, instead looking at each other.
Ron's eyes widened, "Merlin.. you guys didn't.." "No no no!" You say laughing at Ron's assumption, "we just kissed.."
Neville gets all nervous and looks away, Ron and Harry tease him while Hermione is trying to get them to stop.
Reader is dating Harry. Y/n loves Harry but lately he's been distant. Him and Hermione have been studying a lot more and getting more time together than with you. You weren't jealous, you also just wanted attention. Ron never really studied, he loved hanging out with you.
For a month already, Hermione and Harry have been studying together. Finals were coming up and they both decided to study. They've asked you and Ron but you both like to wing it.
Mione and Harry studied in the library, in the common room, outside of school, in each other's rooms, before school, after school, and even during lunch.
Almost any free time they had, they spent studying.
You were needy, you missed your boyfriend. You miss holding his hand, his kisses, and just his company and talking. He had practically no free time for you.
Ron and you had been spending more time together, you thought he was funny, weird, kind, and even a little cute.
You felt so guilty. You had a slight crush on one of your boyfriend's best friends, but how could you not. He was a Weasley, the most attractive family you can think off. They were all funny and kind and perfect.
It seemed like Ron was taking Harry's place. You never did anything besides hang out, go out to eat, and talk. Lately things have been escalating.
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"Ron?" You called out for him. "Where are you?" You were looking for Ron because you guys had dinner plans. Harry didn't really mind you guys hanging out. It was at a nice restaurant you've been looking forward too.
You walk into his room and see him in-front of his mirror, he's playing with his soft ginger hair and looking at his suit. "Which one looks better?" He said with one tie on and the other in his hand.
"That one love." You said pointing at the one in his hand, he quickly changed his tie to please you. "Thank you Y/n" he said as he turned around to face you as you sat on his bed looking into a mirror you had in your hand.
"Don't worry y/n, you look beaut-.. fine." He said stuttering almost. You heard his mistake which made you feel a bit flustered, "Thanks.." You say.
Still looking into the mirror, you feel Ron's gaze still on you. You move the mirror down and look and him, "What happned Ron?"
"Nothing, that dress just looks good on you." Ron said. You blushed a little bit more, your making up hiding the natural pigment that was forming.
You wore a beautiful floor length black dress, it had long sleeves that flared at the bottom, that a wrapping around your waist, and a v neck that was modest but still showing your chests.
"Thank you again." You said. "Harry is a lucky boy." He said. You smiled and laughed. Ron held his hand out and you reach for it, Ron helping you stand up and help you like a gentleman.
You wrap your hand around Ron's arm and walk into the common room. Hermione and Harry look up from their books and flash cards and see you and Ron is fancy attire.
"Awww" Hermione said, "You guys look so cute."
"Yeah you guys look great." Harry said.
You expected Harry to get up and kiss you or hug you but right after he puts his head back into the book. Hermione notices and gets frustrated. She kicks his leg and Harry is still confused.
Ron and Hermione noticed how sad you seemed. "Don't worry, you look beautiful." Hermione said. "Thank you love." You said. Ron tried making jokes to cheer you up on the way to the restaurant and it worked, you completely forgot about how your boyfriend practically ignored you.
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At the restaurant, Ron opened the door for you, you step out in your beautiful black dress. Ron admired you before closing the door.
You guys walk side by side, chatting it up about how you are both excited to eat.
Once you get sat down and look at the menu, both of you were gonna get wine and a steak.
Ron ends up finishing a little bit you had left on your plate due to you talking the whole time.
You guys get more wine through out the night, getting a little tipsy.
You guys split the bill and leave.
On the car ride back to the school, Ron has his hand on your thigh. He's visibly nervous because he's technically driving under the influence. You put your own hand on his and try to calm him down.
"It's okay love, take your time." Ron squeezed your thigh a bit at your words. Both of you make it to the school alive.
You guys walk upstairs, nothing but giggling and talking loudly and falling onto each other.
You walk into the common room and are greeted by both harry, hermione, and neville, all around a book and talking together. Everyone but your boyfriend looks up.
Hermione and Neville laugh at your guys appearance. "Your guy's hair is such a mess." Hermione says walking to both of you. First hugging you then playing with you hair. She noticed your struggling to stand. Hermione looks at Ron and sees how nervouse and shakey he is.
"Ron, why are you so tense?.." Hermione said. She gets closer to Ron and smells the wine on his breath before he can speak.
"RONALD WEASLY!." Hermione said, finally getting the attention of your boyfriend. "Did you drink and drive!" Hermione was stern and pretty angry at both of you right now. "m-maybe." Ron mutters.
Hermione shakes her head, "Go to your rooms and go to bed." She say. Both you and Ron reply, "Yes ma'am." Both of you walk away giggling.
Both of you go to Ron's room, Ron changed into his pajamas and you change into Harry's pj's. Both of you lay down in Ron's bed under a blanket, both on your phones.
For a little bit it was quite untill you get out of his bed, go into one of harry's drawers and pull out fire whiskey. Shaking the full bottle looking at Ron, he sits up and laughs.
"You'll get us in trouble, you know all the professors are strict." Rob chuckles, his voice low. You blush and grin stupidly, "Just don't say anything love." You say crawling onto Ron's bed.
You can tell Ron blushes, seeing you go on all fours to crawl slowly to him on his bed with fire whiskey in your right hand. Frankly, he was turned on, he hid the bit of growth in his pants with the pillow that was already on his lap prior of you crawling.
While crawling, he saw the black lacy bra you were wearing in the gap of Harry's shirt because he was bigger than you, the collar dropped in front.
Once you were sat near him, he was ready to drink. First you take a gulp, you winced at the felling of the burn. Rin chuckled at you as he took a gulp himself, you know he felt that burn too but he tried to hide his feelings to seem cool.
For a while, both of you sat and took turns drinking. Ron tried to distract himself hoping the growth between his legs would go down, but the more u guys drank and talked, it was harder.
You were now leaning on him, laying on his right arm as he stood up with the pillow still on his lap.
"Harry just never takes time for us you know.. and i'm his girlfriend, it's been months since we've been on a date!" You said, you were telling Ron about the problems you were having with Harry. "It's okay y/n" Ron said stroking your head. He layed his head on yours with his eyes clothes. He loved the way u smelt.
It was always the warm vanilla he was familiar with. It always made him feel calm, he loved to get drunk with you because the both of you would lay together and he would be able to smell you.
Ron loved your voice, it was soft and harsh enough to be addicting to listen to and remember. Your voice was always in the back of his head.
He felt bad he loved his best friends girlfriend, but how could he not, Hardy clearly wasn't taking care of you, not like Ron could..
He was getting sleepy listening to your voice and calm scent. "Hey!" You say getting off of him. Ron's eyes widen and look at you, "yes love?" he says calm with his deep and tired voice, looking at you with droopy eyes.
You felt terrible, he was so cute. Ron Weasley, your boyfriend's family and best friend. You wanted him, you wanted to be with him.. He was so kind to you, he was gentle and funny. You loved the way he treated you, much better than your boyfriend could. You tried to hate him but it was so hard.
"You better not be sleeping Mr. Weasley!" "Of course i'm not Ms. y/ln.." He was a fat liar, he was ready to sleep.
You talked to him more, telling him to listen to you, Ron's already half shut eyes landed on your lips, he was smirking.
You blushed hoping he wouldn't notice. You were both drunk and were already fluster so you were positive the red wouldn't show.
"Why are you blushing y/n" Ron said locking eyes with you. You tried to talk but u kept stuttering and stumbling over your words.
Ron grabs the bottom of your face and lift it up so you're looking at him. "Your so cute baby.."
His voice was deep, you shivered at the words hoping he didn't feel the movement, he did but you pretended he didn't notice.
You tried to look down but he held your face still and up right.
His green eyes looked deeply into your brown eyes. He looked all over your face taking everything in.
He looks at your forehead, thin eyebrows, long lashes, beautiful brown eyes, beautiful nose, and of course.. your lips.
His gaze would change from your eyes, lips, and cheeks. He noticed how red you were getting. You tried to fight back at first but his strong grip wouldn't let go.
He leans in, placing lips onto yours with his eyes closed.
Your guys lips for together so perfectly, just like a puzzle.
You try to push him away, deep down both of you knew it was wrong, failing to push Ron away, you melt into his kiss.
You lean into him, pushing him down onto his bed, you fit in his crotch, finally feeling how hard he was. You break the kiss and laugh, "Really love?"
Ron got embarrassed and blushed, "sorry.." He had his hands on your waist to not drop you. You slowly start grinding your hips onto his, leaning back down to kiss him. You started slowly picking up your paste, you break the kiss to take off Harry's shirt.
As you pull the shirt over your head, the door opens. With Harry's shirt fully off, you turn quickly to the door while covering your chest.
"harry.."
you say breathlessly. You were panting from making out with the weasley under you. Harry looks for a few seconds, chuckles, then closes the door and leaves.
You and Ron look at eachother, neither of you are in the mood anymore, you get off of him putting Harry's shirt back on.
You sit next to eachother in silence.
"I think.. we should talk to him." Ron said. "Yeah maybe.." You respond.
The both of you get up, open the door, and walk to the common room.
You guys see Harry, Hermione, and Neville still at the table reading. Mione and Neville look up besides, Harry.
It was quiet before Neville says, "Hey guys, we're all gonna go out to eat, wanna come."
Harry not looking up responds," No, they just came back from a restaurant." He was dry and rude.
You and Ron stay silent. It was awkward and weird. "Okay!" Neville says. You wanted to say something, but where would you even start.
Hermione closes her book, "Come on Harry let's go." She closed Harry's book for him knowing he won't look away. Hermione and Neville walk out the common room talking and laughing already having a good time. Harry walks over to you and Ron.
"So." Harry says, he crosses his arm and waits for an answer.
"I'm sorry love." You say. Harry just scoffed and rolls his eyes. "How long have you guys been shagging behind my back."
"We haven't done nothing mate." Ron was pretty angry at the assumption, he thought it was weird and unnecessary.
"How long have you been wanting to shag then." Harry still had his arms crossed waiting for an answer. Both you and Ron silent.
"Whatever, take off my fucking shirt." Ron walks out the common room, he was stern telling you about his shirt.
You go back into Ron and Harry's shared room. Taking off Harry shirt and leaving it on his bed. You were now in your bra. It was cold and silent in the room. Ron throws you a red sweater with an R on it.
"My mum made it for me a long time ago, it dosn't fit me no more but it should fit you." He was right, it fit perfectly. You nodding and him signaling a thank you and say nect to him quietly. Both of you sat there fidgeting your thumbs before you get a text from harry. You take out your phone and read the message out loud.
"We're done."..
You start tearing up, as much as you liked Ron, You did really like Harry too, too bad it's over now.
Ron holds you, you cry into his arms and he fails to comfort you.
You may in his arms as you both lay in bed. You guys lay together under his covers and both fall asleep, not knowing what was gonna happen in the future..
You and Fred had been dating for three years. You've always been happy having one, but they liked to share.
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You and Fred have been dating for three years. Even though three years would be long enough to be able to tell your boyfriend from his brother, it was hard.
They acted to similar and looked pretty much the same if they were alone. It leads to a lot of awkward moments mistaking George for Fred.
Fred never got mad, he understood and laughed it off a lot, yeah he did get slightly jealous but it wasn't completely your fault.
The closer you got with Fred, the closer you got with George. George was pretty much always third wheeling but neither of you seemed to mind.
A few awkward moments was going to Fred after a long day at school and hugging him and kissing him on the cheek, only for Fred to end up actually being George.
George never seemed to get uncomfortable either, hugging was pretty normal because of how close you were with him. Whenever you would do something that was meant for Fred, he would laugh and say, "Wrong Weasley love."
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You were sitting in the common room when Fred, George, Ginny, Ron, and Harry opened the door and walked angrily to their rooms. They were all yelling and complaining. Two boys didn't go to their rooms, Fred and George.
"What happened?" You asked. One of the twins replied, "We had the worst practice ever." They were both telling you how terrible it was and how nobody was focused. You weren't really into Quidditch, but half of your future family plays so you knew you had to learn eventually.
You thought it was so cute, both the twins on the floor complaining about a sport like they were little kids. You couldn't help but smile.
Fred was already frustrated, he took your smile as you making fun of him. He stopped talking and scoffed "Whatever." Fred walked towards his room. It left you and George together alone.
"What happened?" George said laughing a little. "I don't know, i think it was because i was smiling?"..
You and George sit there for a minute in silence, he gets up and sits next to you. "I think he's just stressed lately, he's worried about the game coming up, he hasn't been able to focus." He puts a hand on your shoulder. You hug him tightly and say, "Yeah, George does get intense about the game sometimes, but you do a lot too."
George sat in silence, you thought he had Fred, again. George never wanted to admit it, but he liked it. He liked the attention he got from you. Sometimes, he would pretend to be Fred. George knew how you tasted, you've kissed his lips so many times and you didn't even know it. Sometimes, he would try to act more like Fred to get more out of you, it's only gone as far as making out and grinding on each other. It makes George feel so guilty, but you were so beautiful.
"Yeah but I'm alright, i'm very good." George said smirking. He decided to pretend he was Fred again. Believing the boy your talking too is your boyfriend, you put ur legs over his lap and your arms around his neck. You pull him in and kiss his lips. George was sweaty and nervous, he was worried about getting caught one day, right now, it's happening in the middle for anyone to see. He kinda liked that risk. The thought of him getting caught with you turned him on.
You suspect nothing, You lay your head on George's shoulder, "You should be nicer to Georgie, he's trying his best right now, i think he's pretty good." "Yeah he's alright, but i'm better." George said and smirked again. He knew exactly how to act like Fred. You hit his arm playfully, "Shut up Fred." and smile. You lay your head in his chest. "I'm so tired, want to lay down with me." You say.
George was worried now, Y/n and Fred would lay down in Fred's bed and talk to George who was across the room laying in his own bed. They would kiss and sleep together. George never went that far.
He respected Fred enough to not do anything in his bed, but he was so needy.
You stand up and grab George's hand. You lead him to the room that him and his brother share. You sit in Fred's bed waiting for him to join you. George looked at you looked scared and worried, the shower was running so George knew Fred was showering. "um.. okay."
"What wrong Freddie.." You say unaware you're talking to the wrong twin. "Nothing love, i just felt sick." "Oh no, don't worry, i'll take care of you babe." You say kissing George on the cheek.
George blushes and gets hot. He gets redder when you put your hand on his chest and push him down onto the bed so she's lying down.
You sit on top of him, legs on both sides on his hips. George keeps you steady by keeping his hands on your hips. He slowly starts to move you.
You giggle and lean down to kiss the ginger. You give him a peck on the lips really quick. The twin lifts his head with his lip puckered, assuming, you give him another kiss. He did that a few more times until you started making out with him.
His hands move from your hips to your lower back and sits up from the bed. You feel him grow under you, as you ignore it was continue to throw your arms around his neck and continue making out. You start moving yourself back and forth. You two didn't even notice the water stopped until you heard the bathroom door open into the room.
You quickly get off of him. Both of you wipe your lips of each another's saliva. "Sorry George." You said. The brother who is by the door goes, "George..? I'm Fred babe."
You stare at the twin at the door. Fuck dude, how can u mess up that bad, and get so far like this. Angrily and scared you look at the twin you had been kissing, who really is George. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, head down, super red, fidgeting with his hands, and shaking his leg.
You wanted to believe it was a prank, but based off of the twin that's sitting down, u assumed it really wasn't.
Your eyes get teary, you look up at the twin by the door, Fred. He doesn't look mad or angry. He walks towards you, he sits down next to you
and puts his hand on your thigh.
"Don't worry babe, it was a mistake."
Fred didn't understand, it was about how far you went with his twin brother. You cry more. You were absolutely angry at George for lying to you.
Fred lays you down in his bed. He covers you in the blankets. He lays on the right side of you. He holds yours waist and looks into your eyes.
You didn't understand why he was never upset when you accidentally did stuff with George.
George was still sitting on the right side looked away, he was to embarrassed to get up, or say anything.
Fred move his hand from your waist to your head. He led your head to his chest and caresses your head.
George finally gets the courage to get up and leave. As he gets up Fred calls out his name. "Oi, Georgie, join us."
You get angry at both the twins. George lays down on the right side of you. He lays there stiff and on his back looking at the ceiling. Fred reaches to him over you and grabs his hands leading it to your hip. You flitch at George's touch.
Fred says, "I love you guys both, don't be angry at him for long Y/n" Fred kinda had a point, you did enjoy it. It was a secret but you did had a crush on george first. You were just upset George never told you it was him.
You warm up to george's touch and he begins to crease your hip slow and softly. George moves his arms to your chest, he doesn't touch you inappropriately, he just rest his arms on your chest while putting his head near your neck. George says softly and shakey, "I- I'm sorry." His voice was so soft and weak it was so cute. With a tone like his you would accept anyone's apology.
You nod your head instead of speaking and roll over, you're now facing George.
George head is closer to your boobs, it was an accident and he noticed to.
George moves up a bit, closes his eyes, and gets his head on your chest.
Fred has his arm around your waist now, both the twins are holding you and caressing you. The smell of warm soft sweet cinnamon and vanilla fill your nose and you drift off.
You fall asleep between the twins, Last thing you hear from Fred is "I'm not afraid to share."
You've always liked Ron but never opened ur mouth. Your best friend Ginny, she made it clear all her brothers are off limits.
(Fluff? Little angst? Kissin?)
During Summer, you got permission from your parents that you would be able to stay over the Weasley house.
You had trouble fitting in, you belong to slytherin. You were right in the middle. You were too sensitive and caring to be slytherin, but to mean to be anything else. Fortunately that means you were smart. No time for friends, besides one.
Ginny Weasley.
She was just like you. She was mean but in a friendly way, you knew she only acted that way bc she loved you. You acted the same way. She was caring with mean words. She was the only one you were able to connect with.
Ginny liked you bc you didn't go after her annoying brothers. Many girls tried being friends with her to try to get with George or Fred. You always found them annoying, they always picked on you too, you weren't an exception just because you were their little sister's friend. The closer you got with the family, the worst their stupid little pranks were.
You loved their little cozy home. You loved sleep overs bc of how close everyone was. You also liked it because of Ron.
Ever since 1st year you've always liked Ron. He was so cute and awkward. Yes, you were lying to Ginny but you planed on never acting on your feelings.
As you guys got older, now being in 6th year, many things have changed. For starters, Ron has a girlfriend. Her name was Lavender. None of his friends liked her. His parents thought she was a drag, his brothers thought she was annoying, Ginny thought she was insufferable. You didn't like her because of jealousy.
Ginny always talked shit about Lavender, she rlly hated her.
When you arrived at their home, Ginny opened the door and screamed "Y/N". She closed the gap and hugged you. Molly hears and runs over to hug you as well. Their house always had the familiar scent of warm vanilla and cinnamon. Very sweet just like them, besides the bitch ass twins. "Fred, George, take her stuff up into Ginny's room," Molly said. The twins groan and get up from the couch. They hug you and say hello then disappear upstairs with your stuff.
"How was the trip sweetheart, are you hungry?" Molly said. She drags you and Ginny to the dinner table and starts making a quick meal. After about five minutes there was eggs, bacon, and toast on your plate. "Thank you so much Mrs. Weasley." You say.
20 minutes go by and Ginny grabs you and pulls you upstairs into her room. You place all your stuff down in her room and get comfortable. You guys sit, play board games, talk about kids at Hogwarts (both good and bad), and laugh a whole lot. It was about 3 am when you guys realized how late it was and head off to bed.
You had a hard time sleeping, you usually did, but you kept sleeping and waking up about every five or ten minutes. You get up and walk out of the room quietly and head downstairs in the kitchen.
You walk slowly and softly down the stairs creaking hoping not to wake anyone up. You turn the corner and you jump in fear.
Ron was there.
Ron chuckles at your jump and waves hi, you walk up to him and whisper, "Did you have a hard time sleeping too?" Ron's smile dropped a little and sighed, "Yeah Lavender won't stop texting me, i just wanna sleep and she keeps blowing up and phone with calls and text."
It seemed like Ron himself was forcing himself to like her. It was funny but sad. All you do is laugh at his reply.
"What about you?" Ron ask. "I don't know, i just kept waking up." You both take fruit out of the fridge Molly had cut earlier that day and a cup of water each. You guys sat at the table and talked and talked and talked.
You hoped Ron wouldn't be able to see you blush but for the most part you were able to have a conversation with him normally. you had to hid your feelings for so long it wasn't difficult.
You hated summer, the only good part about summer was being able to see Ron in tank tops. His muscles grew a lot thanks to quidditch. It was hard not to stare at his arms when talking but you managed, barely.
It seemed like Ron picked up at ur staring, you were afraid you were being to obvious with it.
Ron noticed that every time you would look down at the bowl of fruit picking out only watermelon, your eyes flickered to his toned arms before meeting his face. With this, he put his arms on the table, both elbows hitting the top of the table casually reaching to the table in the middle.
You noticed he started using his hands a lot more when talking. Even though it was dark, an orange tinted lamp in the corner of the living room was on, barely reaching the table.
You hoped it wasn't enough light for Ron to see you blushing. It was about 5:30, the sun was gonna come up soon. You guys put everything away and stand awkwardly, "Are you tired at all.." Ron said. All you do was shake your head no. Ron walked over to the couch and sat down. He reached his arm over the back of the couch and turned to you saying nothing.
You walked over and sat down next to him, as you were sitting down he moved his arm. He leaned forward and with his right hand, the one closer to you, he reached for the remote. All you can do was started at his arm and how the lamp seemed to hit it beautifully. He leaned back and put on a movie. It was one you both had already watched.
You pull out a bottle of whisky. Ron looks at you at you shake the bottle in his face. Ron gets visibly nervous. "W-where did you get that from.." Ron asked with all his confidence gone. "I took it from my parents cabinet before i left the house, i stuffed it in my bag. I have a few more too," You said smiling cheeky. "I don't know, i don't wanna get in trouble.."
"Don't worry." You say as you take a gulp from the bottle. You wince as it burns the back of your throat handing Ron the bottle. The rest of the night was watching the already familiar movie while sharing a bottle of whisky. Mysteriously sleeping at some point.
You only wake up when Ginny shakes you and Ron, calling you guys for breakfast. You guys walk to the table trying to remember what happened last night.
It didn't even reach your mind until you were done with breakfast that you didn't know where the empty bottle of whiskey was.
"Oh Ron, Yn," Molly says "I need help with something." You turned your head to Ron who was also looking at you who looked scared out of his mind.
After cleaning up with Molly she ask you and Ron to sit down at the table once more. "Whose bottle is this" Molly said angrily with the bottle now on the table. You and Ron stare at the empty bottle while drowning her words out.
Before you can open your mouth you were interrupted.
"Stop it leave me alone!" "Nahhh!!" The twins come barging in the front door. Their play fighting and fall to the ground.
"Hey be quiet! Do you not see what's happening!" Molly says yelling at them. The twinge get off the floor still fighting each other and walks over to the kitchen. They get closer and see that's happening. The twins had been in that exact same lecture a few times.
"oh." Fred says. "That's ours.." George's finished his sentence. Molly's fave turns red. "Fred, George, What have i told you about drinking in MY house! You guys can go to your mates house or the pub but no drinking in MY house!! Why wouldn't you throw it away, why would u leave it next to Y/n and Ron!"
The twins look down and get lectured by Molly. Molly sends you guys away as they get yelled at. You and Ron decide to go outside where Ginny also was.
It was bright and sunny outside, you hated it. Atleast u get to see Ron better, his hair got more orange in the sun. The sun kissed his already bright skin and lit up his beautiful hazel eyes and his freckles. If you were able too, you can sit and stare at him for hours..
You guys walk up to Ginny who was alone on the floor. Before either one of you can say hi Ginny says, "What were u guys doing last night.." Her tone seemed upset and angry.
"Nothing, why?" Ron replied. "Y/n you know my mom dosn't like people drinking in her house." She seemed to already know you.
"I'm sorry Ginny.."
At the end of the day you really did care Ginny.
Later that night you and Ginny were baking s'more brownies together, nothing but laughing and giggling. By the time they were done, the smell of warm chocolate filled the air causing the twins to come down fast pushing eachother through the small staircase.
"These fucking fatasses." Ginny said, you laughed at her even more.
"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!" The twins were begging for brownies. It made you and Ginny laugh even harder as they were acting all dramatic on the floor. As they started acting normal they grabbed three brownies each despite you and Ginny saying no. "You own us anyways Y/n" Ginny slightly frown at the reminder.
Ginny grabbed two and you only ate one, you didn't like super sweet stuff. Author and Molly came down and grabbed four to share with each other. There was three left for Ron.
As the night went own same thing happened, Ginny fell asleep and you had the same problem. Praying you would be able to have another night with Ron alone you went downstairs. You watched tv as you ate leftovers from that day.
About 30 minutes of watching tv, you hear creaking from the stairs, as you turn Ron was there walking down heading to the kitchen. You get up and follow him.
He's standing by the sink looking outside at the moon, you stand close to him, a little too close but very much on purpose. Ron turns his face towards you but keeps his eyes on the moon. He grabbed your right shoulder and pulls you into his body, your head falling over right infront of his chest.
"You see how beautiful that is, merlin, it's so bright tonight.." He seemed to into it, you thought it was the cutest thing ever. You guys watched as the midnight breeze made the tall grass and flowers flow and made the lake ripple.
This is the closest you've been to Ron. You were able to feel his warmth on your back, the smell of wood and vanilla on him. You didn't want to move hoping he can stay distracted, you wanted to stay this close to him. It was silent, both of you admiring the moon.
"She broke up with me." Ron said making space between you and himself. "What..?" You replied while turning around, facing him now. "She said i was talking to much about Hermione." Ron said then chuckled. You were trying not to smile now that Ron was available, although he did bring up Hermione.
"You are really close to her." You said trying to push a confession out of him. "Yeah but i don't like her, she's my mate, so is Harry. She just said that because she's a girl." Ron was angry, you can tell how much he loved Hermione and Harry. "She just got jealous, have you talked to her?" "nope.." "Why not?" "I kinda.. don't.. wanna get back with her.." Ron said smiling a little, it made you laugh a little.
"Ronald Weasley, that's not nice." You said jokingly. "Whatever mate, when did you care about being nice?" You shush him playfully, both of you still laughing.
"So, do you like Hermione.." You said trying to get an answer from him. His smile dropped a bit and looked a bit frustrated, you know it wasn't a good question. "Nope, Hermione is very smart and very pretty, but she's just my friend at the end of the day." He said stern. "Besides, I fancy someone else.." His voice gradually getting softer. "While you were dating Lavender?" Ron had a nervous smile nodding his head yes. you smacked ur lips, "Ron!"
"It's not my fault." He said with his hands in the air defending himself, "She's very pretty.. but i don't think she even likes me back, she's kinda mean but i think she would like to stay friends." You got jealous, you hated that, who even was this girl he was taking about.
"Who is it." You said quietly. "Nobody don't worry." Ron replied.
A little after you went to bed and ended the conversation early, you were a little upset.
The next few days you left him alone, you talked to him at the dinner table when necessary and that's about it. You ignored him and stayed in Ginny's room.
Once again your sleeping wasn't coming naturally, you went downstairs hoping you wouldn't have to face Ron again, you were still jealous at this girl you didn't know, he also locked himself in his room. You were unsure if they had been talking during the summer.
Walking down the creaky stairs you were quiet, you turn the corner and see..
Ron.
Ron was staring at the window once again looking at the moon. You were gonna walk back up until he turn around and breaks the silence.
"Oh hey." He said, his voice was deep and calm. "Hi.." you responded, frankly, you still didn't wanna talk to him. "So, why have.. you been like.. ignoring me.." Ron said, he looked sad and pouty, his head was slightly tilted down but his eyes were looking up at you.
You didn't respond, it was quiet for a little bit until he says "Did i weird you out that one night? We use to be so close then once I dated Lavender you kinda ignored me, I hoped it would be different once i broke up with her." You felt flustered and embarrassed.
It's true. You had distanced yourself from Ron once they started dating. "To be fair, every time i was even near you at school she would get mad at me and tell me something." Your voice was low but still giggley
"She was just jealous you're prettier." He was confident but still shy. His deep voice and the sweet compliment made you shiver. "Huh..?" You said hoping your face didn't look as red as it felt, unfortunately, it was.
"You're all red." He chuckled, the laugh didn't help, it only made you blush more.
He walked up to you and said, "Everyone thinks you're pretty, you look intimidating." He was standing infront of you, you felt the size differences, both in height and in muscle. He was looking down at you, your bodies practically touching.
He grabs your hands and says, "That's why people don't go up to you, you're too pretty and smart, it scares people." Ron closes the gap of the bodies by hugging you, "Well, atleast i think you're the prettiest girl ever."
You were sweating and hot, you tried not to make noise or run away from him.
He pulls away and looks at you with his hands still on your lower back, "Can.. Can i kiss you.." His voice was shy and shaky again. You stared at him blankly blushing haaaaardd. "It's okay if not, i really don't want to make you feel have you have too yk i'm just asking but i'm okay if you say-" He was ranting fast and quickly before he was interrupted by you
"Yes please.."
Ron smiled and leaned in, he kiss you and both your eyes were closed. You wanted to cry, the thing you wanted the most was happening.
While you guys were kissing, he ran his hand up and down ur back while the other one cupped your cheek. You guys shared the passion and the feeling, the silence being broken by the wet sound of you guys making out. There was groans and moans but nothing too sexual.
"y/n.."
you hear a familiar voice say your name. You and Ron stop kissing and look to the stairs, Ginny..
You guys had been caught by Ginny, your best friend, the one you swore you would never date or have feelings for her brothers.
Both you and Ron turn red and embarrassed after being caught. Ginny stood there and stared. Tears form in her eyes, she turned around and stomped up the stairs, then slammed her door. Soon after Molly, and Arthur's door opens up and out comes Molly.
You and Ron let go from each other cleaning your mouths. Molly knocks on the door and yells at Ginny for both being up and being so loud and angry at the time.
Molly starts walking downstairs and sees you and Ron staring stiff looking like you've guys caused trouble. "What happned?" Molly said. "I- i don't know mum.." Ron said. Molly didn't believe you guys but went to bed anyways.
You start to feel guilty, even though kissing Ron has been your dream for so long, you realize how Ginny must've felt. Y/n runs up the stairs to Ginny's room only to find the door locked. She walks downstairs and sees Ron there sitting on the couch.
Y/n joins him. Ron puts his hand on Y/n back and rubs it, "It's okay, she'll be over it by tomorrow." You felt angry and your face turned red, Ron didn't know what he was talking about. "Whatever, you don't understand what's happening right now, she'll never forgive me." You tried not to cry but you couldn't help yourself, instead of fighting the tears you lean into them, falling into your palms sobbing.
Ron leans your head on his shoulder then chest, eventually you cry yourself to sleep on Ron's chest on the couch.
Next morning the George wakes you guys up, only a quick shake. Ginny is nowhere to be found at the dinner table. Molly tried to hide her frustration at Ginny but not very successful. They breakfast was awkward and long. You and Ron go outside to talk once you're done.
The wind is blowing in the hot day that barely started, the butterflies are flying around, the beautiful flowers are being pollinated by the bees and once again, Ron's beautiful arms are out.
"I'm sorry." Ron says breaking the silence. As much as you love admiring Ron, at the end of the day, you would much rather be friends with Ginny, she was your only friend. "I really can't lose Ginny." You were being sincere and genuine, you didn't talk about your feelings much but the minute you did you started crying. Just the idea of Ginny makes you emotional right now.
Ron didn't know how to help except sit right next to you. While you're sitting on a bench outside their fence crying, the twins come out the door.
For being grown, all they did was act like kids still. They still messed around and joked a bunch and it was funny. The twins were pushing each other once again while play fighting. George stopped Fred. They walk towards you and Rin. George was ready to comfort you and help but Fred didn't pick anything up.
Fred sneaks up behind you and screams to scare you. You jump at his attempt and get red, both of anger and embarrassment. "Merlin Fred, you're 18 already, act like it." You said out of pure frustration while your eyes are filled with tears and have a nasally voice from crying. You didn't mean it, you loved the way they acted but it just came out. Right after you started crying again.
Fred stood there looking guilty with no attempt to help you. George who was more mature bent down beside you with a hand on your leg. "What's wrong love?" All you can do was cry more. You felt terrible three people were trying to help you, you felt like a burden.
You didn't know what to say and if you should be honest, how would they even react to your feelings for Ron. George started rubbing his hand on your knee and lower thigh, "Don't worry, it's alright." You loved George the most, he was your favorite, as funny and silly as he was, there was a serious side to him. He seemed to genuinely care about his family and yes, even you.
Ron opens his mouth, "Ginny caught us.. snogging.." It got immediately quiet. You felt everyone freeze. Fred chuckled, "Y/n wouldn't do that with you Ron, come on now" He really didn't believe him, he saw the quietness from you. His smile dropped and he got stiff again, "Is this really a big problem?" Fred said.
"Ginny told me i wasn't allowed to date any one of her brothers. I made her a promise." You said through tears and sniffing. George laughed a bit and said "But you guys aren't dating, just a little peck-" "Georgie she saw us making out." Ron said interrupting George. It was quiet once again. "Yeah that is a problem then." Fred said. "Maybe we can talk to her." George said. You had hope but you knew she wasn't going to listen to anyone.
Later that day, Ginny missed lunch and dinner. You slept in the twins room to make sure you and Ron weren't going to do anything funny. For the next two nights you slept on the floor using extra blankets and pillows, it was comfortable enough for you.
You could've deal with it any more, you loved the twins but it gets to a point. You missed Ginny. She was easy to relate too and you were both lovey without each other. You try to make an effort, you wanted across the hall and knock lightly on her door. She swings it open, she's standing with her arms crossed, looking very angry. It was fast and swift though, it felt like she was almost waiting.
"What." Ginny stated angrily. You felt tears grow in your eyes and your voice felt weak when you opened your mouth. You pushed back the tears, but with a shaky voice you say, "I-i'm sorry Ginny.." Ginny responds quickly and fast, "Whatever," she scoffed. "You had two whole days to come and apologize, what took you so long." She stood by the door waiting for an answer. You couldn't help but cry.
She rolled her eyes at you, grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into her room and closed the door behind you. You look down at your feet as tears roll down your face, Ginny is looking straight at you with a straight but angry looking face.
She comes in, hugging you with her arms around your neck, tight. You feel her crying as well. You move your arms around her waist and for a minute you're holding each other. For that minute you had hope, you felt happy and safe again. She lets go lightly and looks you in the eye, still stern but teary eyed.
"how long have you been dating ron, dont lie to me again." She was still stern but it felt lighter, she was willing to listen. "We're not dating, we just kissed that night and it escalated.." Ginny froze. "What, you're not dating him.. but you're straight making out?.." Ginny moved her arms away from you, it was a genuine question she had, she even laughed at you. "Yeah.." You said shyly.
"Well, how long have you liked him." Ginny sat on her bed, and lightly hit the spot next to her. You take the hit and sit down. "A very long time, 1st year.." Ginny laughed at you, "First year!?" She laughed again. "What, she was so cute and awkward, it was adorable." You said laughing slightly, not sure if it was safe enough. "Y/n, he was an absolutely dweeb." She laughed again.
Finally, you felt happy, you friendship felt safe. Once she stopped laughing she said, "How come you never told me." She was still smiling but serious. "You said you hated people who became friends with you just to date your brothers, it seemed like that so i never spoke about it." Ginny frowns, "That's not really the reason you became friends with me right..?" Ginny got sad. "No! Absolutely not, Ginny, I genuinely love you. Nobody by you understands me."
"I guess, that you for lying to me about Ron." Ginny said. "I would've been upset anyways if u told me straight to my face, i'm just mad i found out this way." She smiled once more with her hand on your arm. "Yeah, i'm sorry." You looked down feeling guilty. Ginny hugged you, "It's alright Y/n, you can date him." You smile at her approval.
"If anyone is gonna date my brothers? i'm happy to know it's you." You go back into the twins room and sleep there once more. In the morning, Ginny was there for breakfast, sitting next to you, talking. Molly smiled, "What happened with you two? House was absolutely quiet for a while." Molly laughed. Fred opened his dumb mouth, "Ginny saw Ron and Y/n snogging." George hit his leg under the table, looking at him, giving him the look go shut up."
"What..?" Molly said looking at you and Ron. You and Ron turn red and look at Molly absolutely guilty. "You two better not have been doing anything else under my roof, no more snogging!" She was seriously scary. "Sorry mum." Ron said still red. "It was only once mum don't worry." Ginny said. "Still, wait till i tell you father." Molly said pointing at Ron.
She turns back to the stove, "Well if anyone if going to date my sons, i'm happy it's you y/n" Molly said, it made you smile.
Being a slytherin, not many people liked you or accepted you, except for Molly and her family. Even though you're destined to be tied with dark arts, they still loved you.
The rest of the summer, you and Ron started a relationship, still kissing but nothing else besides holding hands. You leave the burrow a few days before summer break ended happy you and Ron were finally dating. 
this is my first time writing a fanfic EVER please be nice to me ;(. If it’s all weird n stuff that’s why..
Fic notes:
Twins are 17 and reader is 16. Y/n is from California, USA. She’s a transfer from Ilvermory.
(Angst? Fluff? Kissing? slooooooooow burn? loooooooong fic idk the word count?)
Fred lays his eyes on y/n, and falls for her. He tries to impress her but she seems more interested in everyone but him..
Y/n wakes up and rubs her eyes with both her hands, she lets out a yawn and with eyes barely open, reaches for her glasses. She throws on her flattering uniform while trying to escape from her sleepiness.
Today was her first day of studies. She was transferred because of her promising skills in potion making. Many schools wanted her, but she had always wanted to go to hogwarts and went there right when the option was set. Y/n has always loved music made by british people, it was so addictive so she knew she had to go. It was kinda silly but she was excited.
She trimmed her already short baby bangs (she does every morning) to make sure they're straight. As soon as she finished she walks down to the halls and heads straight to the dining hall.
Feeling intimidated as she steps through the already huge open doors, she looks around nervously.
She knows nobody here.. All the students were mixed, friends in different houses, it was kinda cute she thought to herself.
She walks forward feeling embarrassment fill her face and senses eyes of what feels like judgement. Feeling nervous, she quickly sat down in an open space.
Nobody is next to y/n. Not in front, not by her side, not in any angle, fully alone. She grabbed the food in front of her and eats with her head in a book she’s not even reading, she’s just trying to make herself look busy.
While in her own thoughts she hears a voice. “Uhm, excuse me miss”. Her face becomes clearly flushed by the unknown voice, she was ready to say sorry and grab her stuff and get up, as she starts to look up to identify who this voice was coming from, she somehow becomes more flustered.
Two tall boys who seem to be twins stare down at y/n. “Can we sit next to ya?” Comes out of the left one’s mouth. Still entranced by these two handsome boys all she can blurt out a distracted and sighy “yeah..”.
As one sits on your left, and one on ur right your face didn’t seem to cool down. You notice the one on the left was starting, not breaking a gaze from your face.
Y/n sat awkwardly still, tense and uncomfortable. "Why isn't he looking away." Y/n thought to her self seeing the left one in the corner of her eye.
They sat there for a good minute and a half in uncomfortable silence until the right one blurts out- "My name is George, the other one is Fred.. and your name is.." He sat there for a few seconds looking at y/n jst stare at him.
"O-oh.. my name is Y/n.. Y/n /Yln." Y/n says nervously and unsure if she should've said her last name. Looking at George she saw his eyes change, from a welcome stare into a shocked and surprised one. As his gaze moved to his brother who was behind you.
"Are you from america?" Fred ask a bit surprised. His eyes now looking everywhere at her face when she turned to look at him speak.
"Um.. yeah. I was transfer-" Y/n was cut off by George "The transfer from Ilvermory?!" He said seeming to already know your story. "People have been talking about a witch with two muggle born parents who went to Ilvermory" Y/n sat feeling uncomfortable "how does this unknown know my whole story" she thought to herself "what's a muggle..?" she also thought.
"What's a m-muggle.." she said chuckling at the funny unknown word.
Feed and George let out a shared laugh, "Muggles are non-magic folk." Fred says as if this is known knowledge. Y/n responded shyly "We call them no-maj in america"
"Well we arnt in america love, also, muggle rolls of the tongue better" Y/n winces at the nickname. "Maybe it's just an english thing." she thought to herself.
Y/n dosnt answer feeling slightly embarrassed and still flustered by the nickname. She looks down feeling, who she can now identify as Fred, still looking at her face.
"Let us walk you to your next class" George says. Y/n nods and closes her book feeling more comfortable around the right one, which was george.
"My next class is potions" says Y/n. "Hey, us too!" said Fred excitedly.
"Awesome, we have potions with the smart kid" George said chuckling.
Y/n eats her food feeling more at ease. "You know I'm rlly good in potions class" said Fred. "Really?" Y/n responds. "The best there can be, i'm actually one of the top students" Fred responded back. "Potions are very easy, you're basically just copping the book."
"Stop lying" George said. "Freddie over here actually has a D, I have a B, i struggle but eventually catch on" Y/n responds quite happily "I can try and help if you need, like tutoring." Fred responds "yes please love." Y/n slightly jolts up making ur back stright at the name. It was so odd.
George looks at his brother oddly but caries on- "Yeah extra help would be nice." "After school meet us in the library?" Fred asked. "Y-yeah.. i'll meet you there." Y/n responds shyly because of his tone seeming flirty?
Y/n heads to class while the twins stay behind. They watch her walk away while Fred was paying more attention to the black see-through tights that covered her beautiful legs.
"What was that" George says to his brother breaking Fred's longing gaze. "What do you mean" Fred smirks not trying to hide the fact he was lying. "Why are you calling her love weirdo" Fred responds to his brother, "What if she tries to make us pay her, she's a ravenclaw, she's bound to think of it eventually. Might as well pretend i'm into her to try to get it for free" "Are you sure?" George says raising his eyebrow 100% not believing his bitch ass brother. Fred looks away from his brother and down at his plate, "Yeahh.. that's it" Fred says as he's almost spaced out already"
In class:
Fred slightly pushes George to get him to sit in the seat across from Y/n to face her during class. George doesn't notice and follows his brother's words blindly.
As they sit down George points out Y/n across the room from them. Fred tried to hid his face, he felt flustered but unsure if it was noticeable. "Look Ron is next to her too." George says. Fred quickly looked up and stares at them. He didn't notice his other brother there, he was too focused on y/n and her laughter as it echoed across the room beautifully.
"Look, Ron can actually pull ladies" George says teasing Ron. Unknowingly making Fred feel angry and almost jealous. Fred responds dry and harsh "I doubt it, he's probably not her type." George looks at him confused "I was only teasing..".
Whole time during class, Fred couldn't pay attention. He was to busy looking at you and watching Ron. He hated watching him being able to make you laugh to effortlessly, he's just as funny as Ron.
"Why didn't she laugh and smile with me like that" he mutters under his breath. George barely catching his brothers whining, "What you say?" Fred answers louder, but not yelling "Why wasn't she, laughing and smiling
like that with me" Fed said with a pout at the end. George chuckled, "You like her huh.. that's why you left calling her love." Fred answered still angry and scoffing "No". "Yes you do, it's so obvious." Fred still wasn't able to watch y/n and Ron and how close they got, he never answered George and watched Ron and y/n whole class.
Next class Ron walked y/n to herbology. They walk slow and talked, Fred was filled with jealousy and George knew it too, but ever spoke.
In herbology, Y/n was say next to an adorable little boy named Neville longbottom. "Hes so cute" Y/n thought. Not in a romantic way but she wanted to spend all day with him and stare at him. He was so cute and perfect and awkward. Y/n laughed, talked, and stared at mr.longbottom, Fred noticed right away.
He hated seeing you with ur head in ur hands, elbows resting on the table, listening to the odd and awkward boy talk. It's like y/n was doing this on purpose. "If ur jealous go talk to her and try to break them apart." George says. "I'm not jealous." Fred says with anger. "mmhmm.. sure freddie." Fred just rolls his eyes at his brother and puts his head in his book while looking up at y/n admire longbottom.
Next class was potions and Fred was determined to sit with you. Fred and George got to class easily when they were usually late. Fred watched the door waiting for y/n to enter. He was waiting eagerly and excited until he sees longbottom by y/n's side, never leaving. He forgot he had class with Neville. Fred scoffs.
Fred saw y/n and was impressed the whole time. Seeing you struggle because Snape was trying to make y/n's task more challenging. Fred loved watching you frantically move across the class room trying to find ingredients. Y/n was working with Neville though. Their hands brushed a lot, they laughed at lot, they giggled a lot, they looked at each other a lot. It looked like they liked each other.
In the gryffindor common room:
Fred walked in and sat slumped on a couch. George sat softly next to him. "Are you still upset bc that girl was talking to Ron?" "It's not just Ron." Fred said frustrated.
"Have you seen the way she acted with Neville. All cutesy and touchy with each other?" George sat in confusion "I mean i guess but we barely know her? Maybe she just likes him. Neville is a sweet kid."
Fred got even more angry "She's so beautiful it's unfair." George responded, "Fred she's a ravenclaw, maybe she wants someone just as smart as her." Fred turned red with embarrassment, "I can be just as smart as her." "Yeah but she's into potion making, Neville is all about plants, they kinds go hand in hand." "Whatever" Fred said dryly. George went silent knowing he hurt his brothers feeling. "Let's go to the library, she said she would help us." Fred got up and followed his brother to the library with his head down.
In the library:
As Fred and George walk in they see Neville and y/n sitting together, not taking but close together. They both had their head in their own books with their knees touching. Fred only stared. George stood there nervously walking over to them holding Fred's arm to pull him.
They stand infront of Y/n and Neville who were sitting, absolutely towering over them. "Hey" George said nervously. Y/n looks at the twins with her eyes peeking through the top of her glasses.
Fred felt calmer looking into her eyes, only to tense up again when looking at Neville. "Oh, hey guys." Fred couldn't help but smile. Y/n's voice was so addicting. Slightly raspy but still sweet and calm with a foreign accent. Fred's gaze
softened. He was embarrassed on how something simple as a look from y/n can make him feel better. He doesn't even know her.
Neville sat nervously, he was very intimidated by the twins just towering over them. Also, Fred's intense glare sent shivers down Neville's spine. He tensed up and moved his leg from Y/n and started to feel cold. Y/n tried to reach his legs for warmth in the cold library, but Neville would scoot away.
"Are you going to still help tutor us?" George said. "Yeah of course!" Fred chuckled at Y/n's new confidence She seemed so shy in the morning. "Is he gonna stay..?" Fred said looking at Neville with a scary stare. "N-no i'll leave.." Neville grabbed his book and the rest of his stuff, he said bye to Y/n and walked passed Fred fast and nervously."
Y/n watched Neville walk away with a sad expression. Fred got jealous. Quickly Fred sat where Neville sat hoping she would get flattered. Instead Y/n jumped slightly and scooted away. Fred felt embarrassed looking at his brother who noticed him. George sat on the other side of Y/n. Y/n tilted to George and asked "What did you need help with?" I don't understand that one actually, pointing at a picture in the book Y/n was reading.
As Y/n was helping George and explaining it, Fred looked at her. Her mouth moving as she talked, the way she would use her hands to describe it. He wasn't listening and was only paying attention to her little and subtle gestures. The way it seemed like it was almost impossibly to her to sit still always moving in some way.
George smiles and says his thanks "That's all i needed help with" "That's good, happy I can help. Is there anything from other classes i can try and help with?" Y/n responded to the twin on her left. The twin on her right, Fred, still staring at her with his head in his hand. "Nope that's all" George said with a friendly smile. "You have a nice smile.." Y/n blurts out calmly before smacking her mouth with her hand to shut herself up. George's smile got bigger and accepted the compliment with kindness. Y/n felt embarrassed. There was an awkward silence.
"How about my smile Y/n" Fred said then smiling dramatically with his teeth. That made y/n giggle and Fred felt heat in his chest. Watching her laugh Fred never looked away. As y/n opened her mouth a bell went off. They had to go back to their rooms.
"I can help you tomorrow if you like?" Y/n said facing Fred while standing up to collect her books. "How about you spend the night in our common room? Fred responded quickly while standing up just as fast. "I don't want to get you guys in trouble, i don't know if i can.." Y/n said. "Oh everyone does it, they don't mind" George said half lying. Yes people from other houses snuck into others to hangout w other friends but they got in trouble if they were caught.
"Um.. i don't want to sleep on a couch to be honest with you guys." Y/n said. Fred answered very pouty "Please come." Y/n stared into his eyes and felt herself become warm. "Yeah you can sleep in our sisters room." George said, Fred pulled her closer holding your arm with his large and skinny hand "or in ours.." he whispered. Her face became even more red and hotter. She was nervous and couldn't talk. She had her mouth open but nothing came out. "Yeah.." she managed to say breathlessly. "Awesome-" George said, "-let's go."
Y/n walked infront of while the twins behind her. She was nervous and felt anxious. Fred watched her the whole time. The way she walked, how her knees touched and how she couldn't walk straight. She looked so stiff, even George noticed. George caught up to her and was walking near her.
"Are you okay?" George whispered. "mhm.. i just feel like i'm being watched and it's uncomfortable.." Y/n replied anxiously. George knew it was Fred but didn't want to give his brother away. "It's probably the paintings, we have them all around here." George said. Y/n looked around and noticed the halls were covered in paintings. "That's odd, we had a lot of no-maj paintings, only a few moved." George remembers the unfamiliar slang so dosn't ask.
"Don't worry there's some places with no paintings." George said. "That's good, i hate being watched." Y/n whispers but said the last part a bit loudly on accident. Fred heard, he thought she was directly at him, he felt embarrassed. Seeing his brother next to her walking made him more awake. He was busy watching them. Until.. she laughed.
"Why is she laughing.." Fred said to himself. He was busy in his head and didn't hear what Fred said to make her laugh to hard. she laughed and grabbed his arm. She holds him and laughs leaning into him looking for balance. Whenever she let go she would drift apart. "Why is her balance so bad..?" Fred chuckled to himself. Y/n interlocked arms with George and they laughed. Fred was absolutely jealous. Knowing his brother, he didn't mean it that way, but Y/n was so beautiful he couldn't help but speculate.
As they reached their way to the common room, George opened the door. There she saw a familiar face sitting down on the floor... Ron! "Hey, Ron!" Y/n said pointing at him excitedly. She walked over and said hi to his two friends. "Hi my name is Harry." A boy with glasses said waving. "My name is Hermione Granger." A girl with large curly hair said with her hand out. Y/n shakes her hand with a smile. "My name is y/n" She said with a smile. Harry and Hermione looked at each other real quick and back at Ron. When Y/n turned her head to Ron, he was visibly nervous and sweaty.
"Oi, Ron, can we have our friend back." Fred said being jealous on how fast she ran to his younger brother. Ron turned around. Ron knew if they were friends with Y/n then she would like one of them. They were much more confident than him and knew he didn't have a chance. "Can't i talk to other people, you don't own me." Y/n said sitting down near Ron. "wish i did.." Fred said quietly with his brother George chocking on water beside him giving him a weird look. "Don't say that weirdo.." George said.
Y/n talked to Ron and his friends. She got tired and started to drift. She laid her head on Ron's shoulder on accident. Ron jolted up and got even more flustered. Harry teased him on how hot he had gotten while Hermione tried to calm him down to not wake you and throw away his shot. (hamilton ref!!)
Fred noticed instantly as he was watching how close you and his brother were sitting next to each other practically cuddled up near a fire. Fred swoops in and picks you up like you weigh nothing. Ron not sad and wish you stayed. Be loved t warmth. "She's sleeping in my bed tonight." Fred said looking at his brother with jealousy.
As Fred entered his room, he opened the blankets and laid you down. He pulled the covers over you and took Y/n's glasses off. He watched as she cuddled up in his blankets. He was so hot.. burning practically. She covered her face with the blankets and made noises of comfort. Fred's head was spinning. He felt lightheaded.
Quickly Fred got his pj's and took off his uniform hoping you wouldn't wake up. As he was taking off his pants Y/n opened her eyes a little bit. She saw Fred take off his belt and pants button and quickly shut her eyes. "Oh my god.." Y/n was freaked out. She jst woke up but didn't move in fear. She waiting a few moments. maybe about two minutes. She then felt weight besides her in the bed. the covers open up and then close. She turn around slowly and peaks open a little. Fred was there next to her. Y/n was burning red hot. He laid facing the other way.
Y/n closed her eyes quickly as she felt Fred roll to turn around to face her. She felt Fred sit up possibly starring at her. She was right, Fred was absolutely looking at her, How can he not. She looked so beautiful as she laid down in his bed tired and sleepy in his blankets. He caressed her face before getting out of bed. He walked out the door which he met his brothers and Ron's friends.
Y/n sat up she looked around. Their room was oddly clean. It looked very nice and neat. Only mess there was a few candy wrappers and plastic bottles. Maybe a shirt or two on the ground. But still looked very clean.
Y/n got out of bed with all her uniform, besides her vest and tie off. Tie was on the desk beside her glasses and sweater vest was on his chair neatly folded. She got her glasses and put her hair up into a low ponytail with two thick pieces falling out in-front because of her layers. She walked out and was greeted by the bright and cozy feeling of the common room once again feeling awake. She looked around the corner and saw a girl with a darker complexion. She was touching Fred and giggling. Fred looked a little awkward and the his brother nowhere to be found. As y/n walked out of the corner she hid, Fred locked eyes with her. Instead of the regular dazed and relaxed looked she was use too he looked.. odd.. like he wanted help?
Y/n walked over. Rubbing her eyes through her glasses she spoke with a tired voice "Hey Freddie.." she was unsure about the nickname but she was also unsure about the situation. The girl noticed Y/n and stared. She wasn't angry or jealous she just stared. She looked sad and said she had to go. Y/n watched as she walked off and sat down with her head in a book looking very upset. Y/n opened her mouth. "Who's that." Y/n asked politely. "Angelina Johnson." Fred responded. "She's pretty and smart but she's so plain." "Why?" Y/n asked. "I asked her to a ball last year and that was it. I didn't really want you to date her." "Why don't you tell her that?" "I tried but it didn't work." "Why haven't you tried getting a girlfriend?"
Fred went pink, barely noticeable. "Not many want me Y/n." Fred said chuckling. "Sure they do their just intimidating, your not ugly, your very funny and every girl likes a guy who makes them laugh. Angelina is also a very pretty girl so if she's always around it looks like you have a girlfriend." "Oh.." Fred replied. It went silent. It was very awkward.
Ron saw y/n across the room and turned visibly red. He turned back around intently with the boy with glasses laughing at him. Hermione hit Harry and tried to told to Ron about talking to Y/n. Y/n didn't see this, she was busy watching Angelina Johnson.. "She is very pretty" Y/n thought. Y/n knew this feeling, it was jealousy. Why was she so jealous.
Fred opened his mouth but was interrupted by George. "Oh hey." Y/n waved back. The rest of the night George and Y/n built puzzles and talked and laughed. Fred didn't get much besides that interaction and touching her face innocently.
She starts to fall asleep again on their table. Fred once again lifts her up and takes her to his bed. Fred pulls out sweat pants and puts them over her tights but under her skirt so she was more comfortable. He was making sure not to touch her. He covered her in his blanket once more and sat at the end of his bed. He turned and looked at Y/n. She made beautiful noises as she got comfortable he thought.
George joins the room, and Fred quickly quiets him down. Fred asked George, "Can i sleep in your bed, i don't want to make her uncomfortable.." George agrees with no problem and they shared again like they did when they were little. Fred dreamed of Y/n meeting his mom. His mom's standers were high but he believed she would've loved y/n.
Y/n's eyes were opening and closing. She finally opens her eyes and looks around. She's embarrassed by sleeping in Fred's bed but glad this time he gave her room. She looks in-front of her and see the two twins in the same bed. She felt even more embarrassed.. She had to use the bathroom and grabbed her glasses once more. She felt her legs still warm and realized.. there was sweatpants. A pair that was too long. They sat low bc of Fred's wide waist. She doesn't take them off as they were actually comfortable.
She walks to the bathroom. When she was done with her business she walks over to the twins. She couldn't tell who was who bc of their striking similarities.
Y/n shakes one of the twins. "Hey, Fred.." He grumbled in a deep and sleepy voice , "mm wrong twin sweetheart." "eek sorry.." Y/n won't lie. he sounds very attractive.
Y/n then shakes who she can confirm is Fred. "Freddie??" In a even deeper, smooth, and richer voice "mm yes darling" Y/m blushes at the nicknames both the twins gave her, she hoped Fred wouldn't be able to see through the moonlight. "Y-you can have your bed back now.." Y/n told him lowering her voice.
Fred gets up trying not to wake his brother. He grabs onto the nightstand and Y/n small shoulder for support. "mm thank you.." Fred said 100% half asleep.
Fred's hand compared to her shoulder made her feel very flustered. "mhm" y/n says back. She watched him get into bed while drifting off. "Where are you gonna sleep?" Fred asked.
"In my room..?" Y/n replied at the odd question. "Nah you might get caught" Fred said absolutely lying. "Also it might be weird for you to lay on the couch. I think my little sister is asleep too." Fred said. "The floor..?" Y/n point at an empty spot on the floor. Fred chuckled and opened his blanket. Fred was in sweatpants that sat pretty low and a tight white wife beater. Y/n stared and walked closer automatically losing control of her body.
She sits on the edge of his bed. Before moving once more she feels a hand on her lower legs pulling them on the bed.
As she was now sitting up, Fred covered her in the blanket and turned around and seamlessly drifted to sleep. Soon, after thinking, she fell asleep..
When She woke up, Fred and George were fighting in the bathroom on who gets to shower first. George walks out unaccomplished. "Oh, hey." "Y/n waves tiredly." George was in his sweatpants with no shirt, once Y/n noticed it quickly got her attention. "Go back with your house, there's an hour left before school starts." George said.
Y/n collected her stuff and left saying her thanks. As she's in the common, she sees a familiar boy. "Neville?" Y/n calls out. The boy turns about and blushes when he sees her. "Oh hey.. um what.. what are you doing here?" Neville genuinely asked. Y/n blushed as-well at the question, "Um i was having a sleep over.. kinda" "huh.. well i'm watering the plants wanna help me??." Neville asked y/n. Y/n nods and walks over.
After 20 minutes of being there and talking Fred and George walk out.
Fred sees y/n and neville close again. Knees and shoulders touching while talking and laughing. "She slept in my bed AND next to me.." He thought. Y/m just sat there the whole time talking to Neville. When she looks up she blushes. "I got to go.. i'll see you later at the hall." Y/n says quietly while getting up and leaving quickly.
Fred was confused, "did it all mean nothing..?" Fred thought to himself.
"Oi." Fred said. Neville looks up, he locks eyes with Fred and becomes uneasy. "uh.. yeah." Neville says trying not to stutter. Fred walks closer and closer untill he's right in front of him absolutely towering over Neville. Fred bends down face infront of his. "Leave her alone mate." Fred said dryly. Fred walked away..
During the rest of the school day Fred tried to talk to Y/n or look at her. She would always look away or ignore him by walking faster. Y/n couldn't help but hide her face which was full of blush whenever Fred would look or walk by.. his cologne was strong but desirable.
Fred was getting angry and jealous throughout the day. Seeing you next to his brother Ron or Neville, he felt jealous. Remembering the way you acted with George and how giggly you were compared when talking to Fred. He felt deeply upset.
He hated seeing you like that. In the dinning hall everyone was around y/n talking to her. Fred and george walked by Fred slipped a little sticky note into ur bag while talking to everyone else. George did see but didn't say anything.
Y/n went to her room to relax and takes stuff out the bag to do her homework. She sees a folded lose leaf paper in her bag she knows she didn't leave. She takes it out and opens it.
"Meet me in the library at 6:30." Signed Fred at the bottom
Y/n was confused and blushed. "Are we gonna be alone, do i bring something, someone?" Y/n was fairly confused and dedicated to bring her whole book bag just in case. In the mean time y/n texted her friends back home and laid in her pajamas with her homework already finished. Once it hit 6:25, y/n decided to head to the library.
Y/n opens the doors and sits in her usual seat. Waiting..
At 6:40 she gets worried, she's there all alone but still waits.
By 6:47 she was gonna leave but decided to wait till 6:50 just in case. Once she makes up her mind she hears the doors open.
She looks up from her phone and sees Fred walking in fast and awkward, making y/n giggle.
"uh.. s-sorry.." Fred says sweaty with his hand brushing through his hair. "It's okay." Y/n says shyly pushing a smile. There's an awkward silence, y/n blushes at the size difference between them. "O-oh wanna sit down?" Y/n says patting the seat next to her. "Oh yeah." Fred says, it only takes him two strides to get to the other side because of his freakishly long legs.
Y/n stared at him admiring his face. She heard a lot of girl rlly like him but many were unsure if he had a girlfriend. "Do you have a girlfriend.." Y/n accidentally says. She covers her mouth and looks away. Fred chuckles "uh no..?" Fred sat up more straight and leaned into y/n "why you ask love?" Y/n turns her head to Fred, he's as close as he was when they were laying together which made her blush.
"Um.. i heard a lot of girls asking again and wanted to ask for them.."
"I thought i already told you not many girls go after me." Fred said leaning backwards from y/n" "Yeah, but u never said no.."
Fred leans back in his chair, "I need help, i accidentally drifted in snapes class today and i don't remember any of it." Y/n giggles.
"Why did you sleep?" Y/n says staring at his body as he leans back in his chair not paying attention to her. "It's bloody boring!!" Fred says looking back at y/n quick catching her looking at his body. Fred turns pink but didn't bring it up.
Y/n was unsure if she was caught but why the change of his face she assumed so.. "It's not that boring." Y/n says blushing and looking away." "I suppose.." Fred says. "I just need help and loads of it."
"Yeah i can help."
For atleast 5 minutes Y/n was explaining the lesson, Fred was staring at her mouth, her hands, her face, her eyes, her nose, her neck, her shoulder, her arms. He was in a trance not paying attention to a word she said.
"Hey.." Fred says interrupting her. Y/n who was passionately talking about her favorite subject looks up at Fred slightly disappointed. "Do you have a boyfriend, like in america." Y/n was slightly angered by the question "no.." She wanted to keep talking about the lesson. "How." Fred said.
"I don't know, all the guys i've liked never really showed interest in me." She responded. "A bummer, your so pretty love." Y/n blushed at the compliment and cringed at the nickname that he loved to call her. "Uh. thanks.." She said shyly.
Fred moved closer and closer, he softly grabbed her chin and moved the hair out of her face reveal her ears. "So many piercings, for what.. they're not even allowed." Fred said. Y/n was burning red, her mouth open but not talking. "I love it." Fred said, his voice significantly deeper and slightly fried.
Y/n was stunned. A few minutes ago he was shy and stuttering but now he's confident.. too confident.
As Fred was leaning in closer he quickly jolts back. Soon the doors of the library open and a few students walk in talking not paying attention to the two who were already sitting there.
Fred glances at Y/n and doesn't say anything. Y/n was still nervous to speak. She collects her stuff and gets up. Fred gets worried, suddenly she's leaving? He was concerned and confused. He was worried he made you uncomfortable.
"Y/n?" He said calling out to you getting no response or glance out of you. "Y/n." He says a bit louder calling out for you. "Can we meet again tomorrow at the same time.." Y/n shakes her head no and walks out. She heads to her room where she puts everything away and gets ready for bed. Right away she sleeps to get the moment off her mind flustered the whole time.
She was angry she just left him there, she didn't know what she was doing. What was he doing..
The next day was the same as the last few, odd, alone, fearful, and afraid of Fred Weasley. Whenever Y/n would see or walk past Fred, she would get tense and walk by. This time she got more stiff and walked faster.
Fred wanted so badly to hang out with Y/n. She was always surrounded by his brother Ron or Neville. She seemed to be more friendly with George too. Everyone else too, she loved talking to people and they all loved asking her questions. Fred was the only one who wasn't apart of it.
Fred started to make Y/n nervous and had a feeling she knew why but didn't wanna do anything because she doesn't even know that random.
Fred wasn't shy to admit he was jealous. The cycle of him trying to speaking to you, then you ignoring him kept going on for two weeks now. It was unbearable. You still hung out around in the common room because y/n was friends with his young brother and neville. Even then she would barely talk to Fred.
Fred had enough.
In the common room Ron and Hermione were playing wizards chest. You and Harry watched closely. Ron was very skilled and Hermione was very smart. It feels like it went on for hours. Ron started at the bored before quickly flipping it over and running off into his room. Hermione followed closely behind him yelling playfully. You and Harry laugh before harry turns and says "Imma go help Mione drag Ron out of his room wanna come?" "No i'm okay." Y/n said chuckling. The boy got up and ran into the same direction. Y/n picked up a book and sat back to relax once more.
Fred who was hiding in the room watched the whole thing. He snuck up on y/n. He stood behind her while she was sitting on a couch. He put his hands on the space next to your shoulder on the backboard of the couch. "With all that reading, i would assumed you have no friends" Fred said playfully and tease in his voice. Y/n heard how close he was and shivered.
Fred leans down closer to her ear, "What's do you even read half the time?" He asked still staring at the book. Y/n turned to Fred, face to face nearly touching. Y/n can smell him, he smelt like warm vanilla and smoke. She loved it so much. Since you've came to Hogwarts, you've been ignoring him so much. He made you feel weak.
Fred look at you in the eyes, he smirks and chuckles. "You're so pretty love." His voice was different. It seemed sincere, and real. His voice was deep and warm. For the first time the nickname didn't make her feel uncomfortable.
You felt your eyes fall and get lower, staring at his lips. Fred does the same. As you lean and give in you hear..
foot steps..
"Ron imma kill you!" Hermione said giggling, Harry was right next to her laughing with Ron in between them. They both had a good grip on Ron and Ron tried to twist free.
When you heard them, you pulled away. You lock eyes with Fred and he pouted. "He looks so cute.." She thought. He seemed needy.
"It's unfair." Fred said still pouting and whiney. You've never seen him like that. Fred wanted to take her away, he just wanted somewhere privet for them. Fred gets shooed away by his brother and his friends. Y/n continues to watch the match between heroine and ron as they laughed.
Fred was so upset, he kept feeling the same angry and sad feeling. His face and cheeks got hot, his chest got heavy. He was jealous. He wished he was able to get her attention just as quick. He walked closer to Y/n quickly grabbing her and taking her away slowly.
Y/n was scared, she was reading her book still thinking about how close she was and how she could feel his breath on her skin. Then you randomly get pulled away. Somehow, your friends don't notice.
Fred quickly takes you to his room. He pushed you in and and locks the door.
Your red hot, "why did he close the door.." Y/n thought. Untill Fred turns to you, he strides in two big steps and wraps his long lanky arms around your waist pulling you in closer.
You push urself off his chest and stare at him, he's so oddly tall, it made you laugh. He moved your hair out your face and touched your cheek. He cupped you face with his right hand and stares into your eyes.
"We're finally alone." The tall ginger says. "yeah.." Is all you can mutter out. Once again he leans down and finally. Lips touch.
After weeks of ignorance he finally got what he wanted. He kissed you for a while. He loved the taste and swears it's worth the wait. Y/n melts, you start feeling weak and loose. You eventually put all your weight on his by leaning into his body. He pulls away licking his lips and takes a deep breath "Sweetie, why have you been ignoring me." Fred ask.
"I-i don't know.." Y/' says "I guess i got nervouse." She was shyly. Fred chuckles. "Please don't ignore me again." once again cupping her face. "i won't.." Y/n says before they kiss again.
