Highly Involved (Pothead! Neville x Slytherin! Pothead!Reader)
I posted asking if anyone wanted Pothead!Neville content a legit this was in the replies so this is for you lol
Idk why I included Draco tbh.
Summary: Y/N is angry at with Draco and in a moment of bad judgement, flirting with the school's resident weed dealer, Neville Longbottom, sounds like a good idea. But is it a mistake or something they both actually wanted?
Warnings: underage characters, weed use, shotgunning, mention of cheating, fluffy, Neville being a little shit, casual flirting, no gender specifics for reader, friends with benefits situation (lmk if I missed anything)
The first time you bought weed, it was obvious that you'd never bought weed before. You felt anxious buying weed from the top herbology student. That was intimidating enough but worse you hated asking him for help. However, you needed it for a Slytherin party so sneaking into the Gryffindor dorm to buy from Neville didn't seem like the worst idea. You knew two things for sure. First, he didn't do discounts so you had to have the exact amount for how much you wanted. The second was he never dated.
The rumor was he didn't date because he didn't want someone getting free weed from him all the time. You figured it made sense his friends probably got enough free stuff just by being in the room when he sparked up a joint. In your opinion, handing out any extra discounts and free weed would be bad business; not that you knew much about selling weed.
However, it's been a year since then. You were dating Draco and frequently bought weed from Neville. Draco didn't approve of you smoking for fun. He thought it should only be something you did socially, but you didn't listen. Something that made it easier to access weed though was that Neville almost got caught selling out of his dorm. He, now, had no choice but to sell in the Room of Requirement after classes or during free periods.
Today was different though... when you went to approach Neville, he and his friends were already sparking a joint. He took a hit of it as he studied your figure. He sent you a small smile before walking up to you âI was wondering when you would come and see me again. It's been a few weeks. I was starting to think you quit.â He took another hit as he stared at your face. âSo what's it going to be this time?â You sigh and look around the room before laughing to yourself before speaking to Neville. You could never get over how comfortable the room of requirement looked when Neville was selling. "I'm just annoyed.... I'm sure you've heard... Everyone has. He and I got into a fight because he was alone with Pansy. He says they were just studying. Anyways...." You shake your head and then sigh again. "I'm just looking to relax so I was going to buy and leave like normal... but maybe I should go myself a cuppa instead. Keep my head clear." You laugh slightly, eyes already a little hazy from a secondhand high but still locked onto Neville like he's the only person in the room. Your brain washes over with the thought of seeing Draco in when you get back to the Slytherin common room. Your whole mood sours at the thought of not being high enough to deal with another fight about Pansy. You take the joint from Neville and take a hit off it, holding it for way too long before releasing it in a playful puff toward the ceiling. "But I think the second you pass this off to someone else I'll lose the chance to even take a hit off it. And wouldn't that be a shame? I never smoke with you." Neville chuckled at her rambling, his eyes drifting down her body as she spoke, taking his joint back and taking a hit off of it. He smirked at you very obviously flirting with him. "So you and Draco had a fight over Pansy again? Why don't you just end it with him? He's obviously an idiot if he is going to keep hanging out with his ex behind your back." Neville took another hit but looked her up and down as he exhaled. You laugh slightly at his response and shake your head. "I mean yeah, I could break up with him. But you know me. My type is Slytherin Quidditch players.... But if I'm honest we're already broken up... I just haven't told anyone yet." You smirk at him and then you out ten galleons. âAnyways, what can my ten galleons get me? I heard you got some new strains.â You tilt your head, taking the joint from him again and taking a hit off it. You pass the joint back to him then look at his clearly annoyed friends. "Are you not planning on passing this off to your mates? You clearly lit it for all of you." You make a vague gesture to his friends and he shrugs before responding. "They can live without it. They have money."
After a moment, you roll your eyes and continue speaking. "And don't think you're getting my money without giving me weed. You don't give discounts and I don't like getting scammed." You and Neville spend a few minutes in silence just passing the joint back and forth. "Since going back to my common room means seeing Draco, maybe I should just stay here for a bit?â Neville smiled and took another hit off the joint, looking at you with a playful smirk for a moment before responding. "And why do you want to stay here with a bunch of potheads? We're a bunch of stoned idiots, you'd probably get bored." Neville chuckled lightly to himself and took in your figure again, his gaze moving down her body before returning back to her face. You hum softly for a moment before leaning in towards his face. "I can think of a few reasons. First, aren't I kinda a pothead too? I just don't usually hangout with you all. I just usually buy my stuff and leave. Second, you still haven't told me what strains ten galleons can get me. I've always just trusted you to give me whatever you think is best, I've never actually asked what you're giving me. Third, I've been told I'm quite good company when I'm high." You pause and take a hit off the joint, blowing it into his face. "Fourth, there's something I wanted to try but I couldn't because of Draco... Technically I could try it now."
Neville smirked as you blew the smoke in his face, his gaze moving from your face to your body again as his mind started running with thoughts. He knew what you were implying, he had always had a thing for you. "Well you have a point, I guess you could be called a pothead, just a very pretty one..." He mused with a playful smirk. He took another hit before responding to your last comment. "And what is it you wanted to try that you couldn't because of Malfoy?" You roll your eyes at his flirting and then take another hit from the joint, you don't exhale it. Instead you pull him into a kiss. The kiss only lasts a minute but afterwards you smirk at him. "I've always wanted to try that. Although I always preferred someone to do it to me... Shame." You smirk and wink at him. When you pull away, it leaves his lips tingling from the kiss and the weed hitting just right. He exhales slowly, a hazy grin spreading across his face. âMmm⊠shame? Nah, Flower. That wasnât a shame at all.â He leaned in closer, voice low and playful. He took the joint from your fingers and brought it to his lips, inhaling deep before capturing your mouth again. This kiss is slower, hungrier. You are surprised at first but quickly melt into the kiss. His tongue seemingly claiming your mouth as his. When the kiss is finally broken apart, he whispers against your lips. âTen galleons gets you an eighth of the usual stuff⊠but for you?â His hand brushes your cheek. âThat kiss just upgraded you to VIP: Very Intimate Pothead.â He winks at you and adds. âStay a little longer⊠But donât say I never gave you free samples.â You can't think of what to say so you just laugh at his joke. "Very Intimate Pothead? Really? That's a terrible joke." Neville chuckled as he watches your reaction to his joke, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He took another hit from the joint. "I'll be back in a bit." He walks away to deal with some people who were standing around looking to buy. You sit on a nearby couch and enjoy your high.
When he finally approaches you the first thing you say is. "I think Draco and I breaking up is a good thing..." He notices the change in your tone at the mention of your fellow Slytherin. "So... you're happy you ended it with Malfoy, huh?" You nod and then explain. "Well... I.... I'm not answering that... But, I have never been kissed like that. Let's make a deal." You give him a hazy smile, eyes puffy and red from your high. "We can't be a real couple. It's not worth risking friendships over. Only when we're high. We can have whatever this is." Neville met your gaze, a playful glint in his eyes as he considered the proposal. "So, you want a secret, high-only thing? Friends with benefits, but only when we're stoned?" He took another hit from the joint, holding it for a moment before releasing the smoke in a slow exhale. You nod at him and then add in a conspiratorial tone, eyes gleaming with mischief. "So... technically, right now we're a couple..." You reach for the joint again, taking another hit. "And if we want to kiss when we're sober... We should walk past each other anyway it's for the best. We don't need anyone asking any questions. There will be enough questions about our interactions while high..." Neville grinned, eyes alight with mischief as he watched her take the joint. He leaned in close, voice a low, velvety whisper. "Then consider us officially highly involved." He smirked at his own pun, shaking his head. You also laugh slightly at the 'highly involved' joke.
