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[siriusblackloml]

Day 4 - Neville Longbottom (Kinktober 2023)

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1500+

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: swearing, baby/babygirl nicknames, oral (male receiving), friends with benefits (MDNI 18+)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist┊Day 5

“I’ve never had a blowjob before.” Neville shrugged as he laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling.

You knew the moment the words slipped from Neville’s mouth, you just had to be the one to change that for him. I mean, that’s what best friends were for, obviously.

Your jaw dropped at the shocking news. Unsure as to how this topic of conversation even began in the first place, the two of you were simply sharing stories about your different experiences with people. Intimate moments, to be more specific. Apparently Neville had very few experiences; not to say he was a complete virgin or anything. He’s been around with a couple girls, but these same girls were not ones to really go down on him in that way. He shared a quick story about both experiences just ending with something else rather than a blowjob. Which at the time he was fine with, but since then he’s just wished he’d finally meet someone who would want to give him one.

Neville had been your best friend at Hogwarts since day one. You guys were closer than ever and it was truly shocking that you hadn’t tried making a move on him before (especially since you’ve been secretly crushing on him for years). What was even more shocking is that you didn’t know this about your best friend until just before the two of you graduated. You’re just now finding out he’s never had a blowjob before? It just sounds crazy in your mind.

Which is why you can’t really help the words that fly out of your mouth next. You sit on the edge of his bed and throw out a suggestion, silently hoping for the best. You tell him, “I can give you one if you want.”

Neville immediately shot up from his position on the bed, eyes widened from shock as he stared at you. His mouth was agape, jaw practically dropped to the floor. Your heart starts to pound faster and faster, wondering if you had made the right decision for saying that.

You could practically feel the boy’s stare burning holes into your skull as he sat there motionless. Itching to break the ice, you shift awkwardly on the bed and mumble, “Um, sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

“Yes. Wait, no. Actually, yeah. I want it to be you.” Neville barely contains his excitement now, trying hard not to stutter over his words. He’s inching closer to you on the bed to close the gap. “Please, Y/N. I-I just..really want it.”

His pathetic begging has your cheeks blushing hard. The way he whimpers your name has you wet already. You absolutely loved seeing this side to Neville and were mentally beating yourself up for not trying to discover this at an earlier point. Before you can say anything else, Neville is standing up from the bed and pulling on your arms, encouraging you to stand as well. He mumbles quickly, “I just want to see you on your knees already, please.”

Your heart drops and you could have sworn all the air in your chest was sucked out of you the moment he said those words. As pitiful as he was acting, you couldn’t help but comply and get to your knees in front of your best friend. You smile hard at him, looking up through your thick eyelashes as you say, “Okay, Neville. But I can’t guarantee I’ll be any good.”

Of course, you knew that couldn't be further from the truth. But he would soon figure that out for himself.

There’s an obvious bulge forming in Neville’s trousers. Seeing it up close, just inches from your face, makes you subconsciously lick your bottom lip. You’d been fantasizing about this moment for what felt like a million years. Heart racing, you pull back your hair and tie it into a low bun. Neville’s hands leave his sides and pull loose strands from your face to tuck them behind your ear. You look up at him, cheeks still dusted red and lips parted as you silently take in the scene that was unfolding before you.

“Please, Y/N, I want your mouth around my cock already.” He murmurs, fingers tracing your jawline. Your stomach twists and turns at his words. You could have sworn you felt high just sitting there on your knees in front of Neville. How the hell did he have this kind of power over you?

Nodding your head, you gleefully chime, “I’ll make you feel so good, baby.”

Neville groans at the nickname and bites his bottom lip. His hands travel to the top of your head to hold onto your hair while your own make their way up his big thighs. The moment your fingertips have touched his zipper, your heart skips a beat at the feeling of his hardened girth poking underneath the fabric.

You practically need to take in a deep breath as you unzip the clothing, pulling down his trousers and underwear all at once. His length escapes the confines of his pants and immediately shoots out in front of your face. The angry tip of his cock nearly smacks your cheek and you gasp, gawking at the size. He was…massive, to say the least. You watch it twitch in anticipation against his hard abdomen, yearning to be touched.

“W-Wow, Neville…fuck, you’re huge.” You mumble, reaching up to hold onto his length.

He hisses at the contact, his fingers slowly tangling themselves into your locks. You bat your eyes slowly and look up at him with sultry eyes, making him nearly combust on the spot. He whines, “Please, please, please-”

You don’t want to tease him for too long. This was his first blowjob, after all. He needed stability through this whole experience and you were going to be there to give it to him. You place your tongue against his tip and swipe it back and forth for a moment before opening your mouth wide enough to fit him. As you bring the head of his length to your lips, it brushes across your lower lip before being drawn into your mouth almost instantly. It seemed as though you couldn’t control your excitement. The knot in your stomach tightens as you take in more and more of the boy’s massive girth.

Slowly engulfing his length, you listen to the way Neville lets out a moan at the sensation of your spit, tongue, and lips gripping his cock. You bob your head back and forth at a slow pace to take in the taste of his pre-cum on your tongue. You hum at the experience, listening to Neville whine as you push even further down his member. He lets out a loud whine, telling you in an exasperated tone, "Merlin's beard, Y/N, you're fucking amazing. Suck my cock, babygirl, keep going."

Your throat tightens at the sensation of him being so deep within your mouth, and you expand your jaw as much as you can to force yourself down even deeper onto him. Given the enormous girth that was steadily working its way down your throat, you were unable to muster the willpower to respond to any of his statements. You can't help but relish the moment, despite the searing feeling that itched your throat as his tip touched it.

His groans, the taste of his member, and the simultaneous unraveling feeling of your own body all came together to make you feel like you were in heaven on earth. As time passed, the familiar knot in your gut became larger and larger. You groan into his girth, causing Neville's body to tense up even more from the pure pleasure of having you suck him off. He immediately thrusts into your mouth with succession of hearing you moan again, spitting out multiple swear words in the process. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Y/N, use that tongue, babygirl. Keep going, I’m so close!”

You bob your head faster and faster, feeling the head of his cock nearly bruise the back of your throat. Gurgled noises escape your mouth with every thrust and tears build up around both your eyes. You look up at Neville through your wet eyelashes, and the moment you both make eye contact, it’s enough to make the boy lose his mind.

“G-Gonna, fuck, gonna cum- AH! Fuck, holy shit…” Neville yells out as his seed sprays the back of your throat. You can feel the veins running up and down his length pump out more and more liquid into your mouth, smiling at the feeling of how great it made you feel. Your throat violently throbs as he slowly pulls himself out of your wet cavern, smirking at the way you looked so fucked out just from the large size of his member.

“Did I do a great job?” You ask Neville, licking your lips as you watch him tuck his member back into his pants.

Neville has to sit on the bed, clearly out of breath from the whole experience. He pulls some hair out of his face and smiles broadly. Looking down at his best friend on the floor, he nods his head, “Of course you did. Fuck, why haven’t I asked you to give me a blowjob before?”

You shrug your shoulders, telling him in a sassy tone, “Well now you know where to get one.”

He can’t help but laugh at the (very true) statement. You join in and giggle, ignoring the fact that this possibly breached every rule about being best friends with a boy.

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[vilentia]

Love's Bloom

Neville Longbottom x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[pappydaddy]

my tears ricochet (n.l.)

a/n: tumblr seriously decreased the quality of the banner which is disappointing, but not surprising...

anywho! i am back because for the longest time, my heart has been wanting to write this fic, but my stupid brain kept ignoring it because i'm pretty sure my brain is broken, but anyway, enough about that.

this is another ~11 pager lovelies! i put xneville because that is the romantic pairing, but this is mostly focused on the sibling relationship and the downfall of it so it's a sibling!reader x sibling!draco malfoy fic mostly, but i have some good neville fluff, but not much neville in it sadly. anywho, i hope you lovelies like this and let's hope listening to my heart gets me out of my writing slump because i have a lot to write lovelies!

tv show/movie: harry potter

pairing: draco malfoy x malfoy!fem!reader (sibling) / neville longbottom x fem!malfoy!reader

not requested

synopsis: y/n had expected her parents to disown her, she knew it was going to happen, but disowning an eleven-year-old? to top it all off, they have seemed to turn the last person she had in her corner against her all because she found love.

keep an eye out for the continuation of this fic, learn more with my folklore/evermore collection

taglist: (since this is a romantic neville fic, i decided to just include neville's taglist members!)

@just-here-to-escape-reality | @rottenstyx | @boxofsilentwords | @spring-picnics | @i-always-come-back-xoxo | @rootbeerfaygo | @popeheywardssecretgf | *line through your user means i could not tag you lovely!

warnings: family issues | being disowned | guilt | angst | heartbreak | anxiety is described but not talked about | anymore that i missed, please let me know lovelies! masterlist | taglist | navigation | folklore/evermore collection

- not my gif, but my header -

She had expected everything she got from her parents. The silence, the disowning, the forgotten birthdays. She was basically a stranger living in their mansion. A ghost wandering through the corridors, ignored by everyone except the house elves and her younger brother (only when her parents are not around to avoid reprimanding and punishment). From the very moment she was sorted into Gryffindor when she was eleven, she was no longer considered a Malfoy to her parents. They disowned their eleven-year-old daughter because of blood-purity. 

  One thing she never expected was this. Standing there, in the empty corridor. Her brother, Draco stood across from her, his stance defensive and agitated as he snarled at her. The deep emerald on his Slytherin robes was illuminated by the flickering flames in the torch - a contrast from Y/N’s own scarlet on her robes. “A Longbottom? One of the very families who fought against our own parents, Y/N?” He spat at her, different words but the same sentence over and over again. He was talking in circles at this point.

  Draco had been the one she never expected to turn on her. She had tried her best to keep him from being compelled to their parent’s side. To keep him from being brainwashed, to protect him from the harsh and bigoted views of the Malfoy clan. “Your parents, Draco,” Y/N spoke back, voice broken and quiet, but Draco heard it - evident by the flare in his nostrils. “They stopped being mine when I was eleven.” 

  “You still have loyalties, Y/N. Regardless of if they ignore you or not, you are still a Malfoy,” Draco boomed. Y/N closed her eyes, willing the stinging in her eyes to cease - knowing that she couldn’t cry in front of the one person she would seek out for comfort. He wasn’t her little brother anymore. He was a product of the indoctrination of the Death Eaters. “You can’t date that Longbottom boy, they are one of our people’s sworn enemies.”

  “Neville is not his parents, nor are his parents the bad guys, Draco. Godric, I have tried so hard,” The stinging was back, worse this time as a ball formed in her throat, the words of her sentence breaking. “To keep you from falling into their trap, but I guess I failed. I guess they painted your mental picture of me with doubt and contempt when I tried to show you their true colours.” 

  Draco strode towards her, but she stayed there, unmoving as he approached her. Her younger-than-her-by-a-year brother is now towering over her and how she missed the days when he was running around, pestering Potter and throwing out insults he would regret. That Y/N had taught him was wrong but his impulsive mind would act before thinking. “How dare you speak of our parents that way?” Draco practically growled. As if he were a guard dog for the people that just view him as a puppet to carry on their harmful and immoral morals when they are gone. 

  “Again Draco, they are not my parents anymore. Their morals are not mine and they shouldn’t be yours, but I failed you and for that, I will forever be sorry, but I will not sacrifice my happiness by leaving the one thing I have left.” She stood her ground, despite Draco’s long finger pointed in her face accusingly. 

  “You’re dead to me.” The words rang cold in her bones, her heart practically stopping, shattering as if those words were a curse. Penetrating a wall that took years to build, but only took three seconds to break. 

  It was as if the world around her had stopped moving, screeching to a halt. But, at the same time, it felt as if the spinning picked up, swirling around her in blurred colours. Fighting the weight settling on her chest, she couldn’t let him know his words hurt her. That’s what he wanted. To hurt her. To force her to stop fighting. She could remember when he called her brave for fighting so hard and now, he was one of the ones who wanted to tame her. To restrict her. 

  Her resolve broke as his cold, grey eyes stared into hers angrily. Her chest heaved as tears filled her eyes. She doesn’t have it in her to leave with grace. He had been one of the only people who stuck with her. Grace be damned, she was going to hit him where it hurt. She was going to sink his ship just like he sunk hers. She’s going to kill him just as he killed her. “Just know that I love you, Draco. You and Neville were the only two things I had, and now I’ve lost you to save him, but regardless of that, I will always love you until my dying day. Just like I promised.” 

  Her words didn’t seem to hit him, but he could see the change in her from utter brokenness to fire. She was still fighting, just not in the same way. She was fighting her sadness, her grace. She was fighting the one thing she said she would never do - leave him. To haunt him. To forget him. “Do what you want, you’re nothing to me but a ghost.” He spat, turning on his heel and striding away. The echoes of his shoes hitting the stone echoed faintly the further he got. Even when he was out of sight, she could still hear him.

  Standing there, she blinked. Wanting to sink to her knees and cry as if she had witnessed someone meaningful to her be killed mercilessly, she stood there, unable to do it. She hoped that she had killed him just the same, but she couldn’t be sure. Draco is a guarded person, he doesn’t let the hurt show. He was trained not to by their father. Taking a deep breath, she turned around and walked away from the spot she lost her best friend. Lost her brother forever. 

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  No angry letter. No Howler. Nothing, just further disappointment and disowning. Y/N had expected her parents to do something to express their displeasure to her about her dating Neville when the news finally broke beyond Hermione and Luna, but nothing. They had sent Draco instead as the final blow to her. The secret weapon they held in the arsenal for years, waiting for the right time to cut her deep. They knew nothing they would do would hurt her quite like them turning her brother on her. 

  “What are you thinking about love?” Neville asked, settling next to Y/N as she sat on the couch, staring intently at the roaring fire in thought. She felt his comforting arm wind around her shoulders, making her tear her eyes away from the flickering flames to look at him. 

  His round face was alight with the orange glow from the fire, looking as comforting as ever. His brown eyes, soft and calming, stared back at her, surrounding her with more warmth than any fire could emit. “Oh, nothing.” She sighed, falling into his body, cuddling in under his arm, head falling to the crook of his neck. She felt the weight of his head settling on top of hers, leaning into her too.

  “You’re thinking of your brother, aren’t you?” He whispered, fearful of breaking the serene energy of the room. Heaving out a sigh, she glanced down at her fingers. Almost as if he knew without seeing, Neville reached blindly towards her hand, intertwining their fingers together. 

  “Admittedly, yes. Do I want to? No, but he finds his way back in,” She revealed, staring down at their combined hands. “He’s turned into my worst fears. Everything I didn’t want for him. Now, I’ve lost him.” 

  Neville, with his hand holding her bicep, squeezed her to him affectionately. For a quiet, mousy boy, Neville never stood back when his loved ones needed comfort. The surest Y/N had ever seen him was when Luna was crying over something to do with the Nargals and he didn’t even waste a second wrapping her up in a hug. That day was the day she knew she loved Neville. “You know, in life, you gather people like stones. You never know what the rock is for. Sometimes, you just throw them away and sometimes you make diamonds out of them. Sometimes, family are the rocks you throw away. Sometimes they are the ones you turn into diamonds.” 

  She paused with furrowed eyebrows. Slowly, she turned her head to look up at him, seeing him looking intently at the fire. “And Draco was one meant to be thrown away. No matter how hard I tried, I would never turn him into a diamond?” She questioned softly. 

  Turning his head, Neville’s eyes seemed to pour into her soul in the purest and most loving way. “Sometimes, it’s up to the rock if it wants to be a diamond or if it just wants to be a rock. Draco is the only one who can turn himself into a diamond at this point.” 

  “You know, you’re smart and wise, Neville. I wish more people would see that,” She hummed. “I just hope Draco wished I was still in his life.” 

  “I am sure that he’s cursing your name, wishing you would see things his way,” Neville spoke. “He's a victim of his own mind. He thinks he’s right and you’re wrong because that is what he is made to think.” He pointed out, giving Draco the benefit of the doubt despite all the horrible things Draco has said to him (and done). Another reason Y/N loved Neville. His selflessness, his ability to see the slightest of good within people. 

  Now, without Draco, she only had one person in her corner - Neville, but my Godric, she wouldn’t want anyone else. Telling her she was brave for the fight she fought every Godric-damn day of her life. Giving her nothing but love, and support. Unlike her brother who, even though he said he loved her, still put her through hell every day. Unlike her parents who threw her away like a useless rock - undestined for a life of a diamond. Neville would never throw her away - he would display her proudly on the mantle even if she was just a boring rock. “I just want to run away from all of this, Neville.” She muttered, twisting around to bury her face in his sweater-clad chest, fighting against the tears.

  With a soothing ‘shush’ and large, gentle rubs over her back, Neville pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “When we’re both out of Hogwarts, we can go anywhere you want, because you can go anywhere you want.” He reassured her.

  “I can go anywhere I want-” She whispered back to herself, her voice muffled by Neville’s sweater. ‘Just not home.’ She thought in her head. She would never find the comfort she had with her brother. Never feel the warmth of familial love again. Instead, the mansion that awaited her visit for the summer holiday would be even colder. Void of comfort and love. No, the mansion was not home, Draco used to be her home. But she could never go back there now. 

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  Laughter filled the Three Broomsticks, and Y/N sat in the middle of it all, surrounded by her closest friends and acquaintances. At the beginning of it, she had longed to see her brother walk through the door to join in on the joyous festivities, but that platinum hair had yet to grace the threshold of the warm and overcrowded pub. Her heart had burned in disappointment for a while, but as her friends poured around to congratulate her on being top of her class, the thought of her brother faded, but still lingered in a last-ditch effort of hope settling in the bottom of her arching heart. 

  Neville, despite his dislike of crowds and loud events, sat next to her, sipping at a butterbeer, talking to Luna beside him about the plants each animal eats and what benefits they gain from it. Hermione sat at Y/N’s other side, eyes darting around the party to ensure her perfectly planned event was running as smoothly as possible. “Madam Rosmerta,” She flagged the owner down as she breezed past, laughing and talking to one of the students who frequented the pub. She treated most of them like her own children sometimes. “Could we get two more butterbeers, please?” Hermione handed her the exact change for two butterbeers. 

  “You know, I can pay for my own butterbeers, I worked enough hours over the summer holiday, it won’t put me out, Hermione.” Y/N informed her as Madam Rosmerta stuffed the coins in her apron. Hermione shushed her. Y/N loved her friends and boyfriend, but they had never allowed her to pay for anything if they were with her. Always spewing something about her not having access to the Malfoy fortune and they didn’t want her to spend all the money she’s worked so hard for since she was Eleven. 

  “This is a celebration for you, even if you weren’t disowned by your parents, we would still not let you pay for anything today.” Hermione informed her, leaning back against the back of the round booth they sat in. Rolling her eyes, Y/N scoffed. As much as she hated that her friends and boyfriend babied her that way, she couldn’t argue that she loved it all at the same time. 

  Hands clasped together with her aforementioned boyfriend, Y/N looked over at him as he took another swig of his butterbeer. His brown hair was combed perfectly, his bangs swept in a swoop running across his forehead, his round cheeks puffed with all the liquid he just sucked back. He pulled the mug from his mouth, a bit of foam remaining on his upper lip that he hurriedly swiped off with his tongue. “You’re adorable, you know that?” 

  Y/N’s comment obviously caught him off guard as his eyes grew wide and a blush invaded his cheeks instantly as he snapped his head to look at her. She giggled at this, heart the lightest it had been since the incident with Draco in the dark corridor. And, to think, people thought they weren’t a good pair simply because Neville is quiet and shy. They said she would corrupt him, that the relationship would be over in a week. They hadn’t known that they were already six months into it before the secret fought its way out. 

  “Ron! I told you to keep an eye out and you abandoned your post for what? A turkey leg?” Hermione’s harsh whisper caught the couple’s attention, making them look over to her just in time to see her whack her not-official boyfriend with a napkin. 

  “Keep an eye out for what?” Ron asked, his mouth full of a bite of turkey leg, a clueless look on his round, freckled face. Harry, who sat across from him and was on a Hermione delegated break from the door watch for some reason Hermione refused to tell Y/N, turned in his chair. Following Hermione’s line of sight, Harry sighed. 

  “I would reckon she wanted you to keep an eye out for that, Ron.” He sighed, nodding towards the door. Out of curiosity, Y/N looked over. There, towering over the students crowding around the door due to the high volume of people crowded in the already warm and foggy room, stood the slim figure she was sure would never appear here today. Draco. 

  His sharp, grey eyes landed on her, meeting her eyes as if the sibling bond was not severed. Begrudgingly, he weaved around the people. Part of Y/N wanted him to come to their table. Another part of her hoped he wouldn’t. It has been hell for her. He has put her through nothing but hell with him breezing past her if they hadn’t stayed up confessing every deep, dark secret that swirled beneath their surfaces. As if she was not even there. As if she were a ghost. The glares he sent her across rooms when she would send him letters without signing her name off. She should have known he would know it was from her. The sight of the anonymous gifts she would send him that he would break beyond the point of repair and stick outside the Gryffindor Common Room. It had been hell for her. 

  Part of her was delighted and part of her nearly died when he stepped up to the table, blocking the sight of Harry and Ron’s table. Hermione glared up at him and Neville (bless his soul) was practically shivering in fear, but still gripped Y/N’s hand tighter in a sign of support, comfort and protection. “What do you want, Malfoy?” Hermione was the first to speak with a snarl, her nose turned up slightly as she raised her chin, sitting up again. 

  She knew how her family (Draco included) was spinning the story to anyone who matters. She was the ungrateful daughter who left the family. She abandoned them. She made their life hell. Regardless of the gifts she poured all over Draco. Ring encrusted with diamond. A snake ring with emeralds. She had used the little bit of money she was able to squeeze from her parents to buy them. She was the bad guy in their story laced with lies and now she was the bad guy. They had killed her hard work, killed her chances. They had killed her and now she was staring down a life of fighting tooth and nail to crawl her way out of the grave they buried her in. 

  “I heard you are top of your class after exams.” Draco ignored her. He wore his black suit, his hair perfect. But it wasn’t in the same endearing way Neville does, it was in an I’m-better-than-you-because-of-my-father way. As he crossed his arms over his chest, a gleam of jewellery caught Y/N’s eyes. His rings she gave him. Was he wearing them because he longed to be connected to her again? Because he missed her? Or was it to wear them as he continued to bury her? Another nail in the coffin of their once-strong sibling bond. 

  “If I’m dead to you, why are you here at a celebration of what is to come in my life, Draco?” She questioned. Was it a ploy to dig the dagger in further? To dangle the memory of the good times in front of her before ripping them away again - reopening the wound? 

  “I just came to say congratulations.” Draco looked down his nose at her. It took everything within her and she still failed to take the high road. 

  “I am sure you mean it, just as much as when you said that you loved me,” She quipped. He told her repeatedly that he loved her, that she was his favourite. That she was so strong and that he looked up to her. “Just know, Draco, that I know I linger in the back of your mind, haunting you. Taunting you. Eating away at your soul because as much as you try to hurt me, I am sure you still miss me in your bones. You can aim for my heart with your attacks, you can go for my blood - for my head, but I know you hear my voice on repeat when you’re lying awake at night, like a stolen lullaby. I haunt you, but I never wanted to-” She paused. “Remember that.” She couldn’t go with grace, she needed to hurt him. To plant herself in his mind, engraving herself in his mind. He was aiming for her heart and seeking out her blood and so was she. 

  Releasing Neville’s hand as she maintained eye contact with her fuming brother, she nudged Hermione. “Where are you going?” Neville asked her, brown eyes clouded with concern, his eyebrows furrowed. 

  “I’m going for a walk, I’ll be back soon.” She informed him, breaking her eye contact, to look back at him, reassuring him that she was fine. Their eyes meeting, the world slowed, but also seemed to speed up its turning. The same sensation that happened to her in the corridor, but a completely different feeling attached to it. She barely recognized the sound of Draco striding back out of the pub. 

  “I’m fine, Love,” She reassured him. “I just need to clear my head.”

  “I’m sorry for all of this, Y/N.” Neville called out to her, guilt sitting in his throat and oozing out with his words. 

  The second she stepped out the back door of The Three Broomsticks, the rain pelted her, soaking her clothes in the spring rain. She didn’t care about the way her clothes and hair stuck to her skin, or the chill the cold rain brought or the feeling of the breeze hitting her body full force. She just continued to walk a distance. The wind and the sound of the rain hitting everything around her drowned out any noise. 

  “Godric, why you? Why did I need to lose you,” She sobbed, tears mixing with the rain hitting her face. Her voice strained as she screamed at the grey sky. “Why did I have to fail you? What did I do to deserve this hell? Not even on my worst days, did I do anything to merit this hell! Never did Neville deserve to feel guilty for this!” She screamed as if she were talking to Draco, knowing that he would most likely never talk to her again after this day. 

  As much as it pained her, she knew she wouldn’t have it in herself to allow him to get away with hurting her. She couldn’t live with herself if she went with grace. She needed to have that in Draco’s head. She needed to sink her parent’s secret weapon against her. She needed to allow herself the chance to haunt them. All of them. But what did it cost her? It cost her ever going home. 

  Suddenly, she felt the familiar sweater-clad arms wrap around her, slowly guiding her down as her knees gave out. Her sobs were drowned out by the sound of the rain as he held her, slowly rocking her back and forth as they sat in the mud and allowed the rain to wash over them. “It’s not your fault, Neville.” She sobbed, wanting him to stop feeling guilty. She might have lost one home, but she now has the best and most loving home in Neville’s arms.

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[bored-writer101]

Neville Longbottom X Reader ~ You’re My Happiest Memory

A/N: i rewatched the movie recently and randomly thought of this! also i chose a patronus for neville cause he apparently doesn’t have one listed🙄 (gender neutral reader)

Y/P: your patronus

Warnings: none

Summary: You and Neville find out your each other’s others happiest memory when trying to conjure your patronus.

Words: 1209

(not my gif)

"We are going to practice the patronus charm today" Harry said to all of you. He explained a bit as everyone spread out around the room of requirement. "Make it a powerful memory, the happiest you can remember. Allow it to fill you up" Harry explained as he walked around, checking on everyone. "Keep trying Seamus"

You waved your wand, uttering the words "Expecto patronum" you frowned slightly as all that came out of your wand was a small blue light. "A full bodied patronus is the most difficult to produce, but shield forms can also be equally as useful against a variety of opponents"

You looked to Harry, seeing Ginny producing a horse patronus. "Fantastic Ginny!" Harry praised before continuing walking. "Just remember, your patronus can only protect you for as long as you stay focused, so focus!"

You were stood next to Neville when Harry walked over by the two of you. "Think of the happiest thing you can" he told the two of you. "Expecto patronum" Neville said as he waved his wand, but only getting the same results as you. "I-I'm trying" Neville told him. "I know. It's good" Harry turned to walk away. "This is really advanced stuff guys, you're doing so well" Harry said.

Before you had a chance to warn him, Ron's dog patronus ran through Nevilles legs, causing him to fall backward. You reached out and grabbed his arms, stopping him from falling. You pulled him back so he was standing again. "T-Thank you" you nodded with a smile. "You're welcome" you let go of him, and turned your attention back to your wand.

Before you could attempt the spell again, Neville waved his wand as he said the incantation. You watched as the blue light came from his wand, along with a hedgehog patronus. Your mouth fell open in awe as his patronus bounded through the air. You giggled when it circled around you before disappearing.

"Neville!" you exclaimed, somewhat surprising him. "That was amazing!" Neville smiled. "Thank you" he scratched his neck awkwardly before practicing the spell again.

You turned back to look at your wand. My happiest memory... What could it possibly be? You thought as you waved your wand mindlessly. You were pulled away from you thoughts by a chuckle from next to you. You turned and looked at the boy next to you. He was staring up at his patronus with an amazed look on his face. Merlin, he's so cute. Your eyes widened slightly at this thought. You shook the thought from your head as you looked away from Neville.

You stood there motionless for a moment before deciding to test something out. You thought back to a memory you cherished as you waved your wand. "Expecto patronum!"

Your eyes widened and a smile tugged at the corner of your lips as your patronus began to form. You watched as a Y/P emerged from beams of blue light. "Amazing Y/N!" you heard Harry yell. You barely heard him though, you were too focused on what was taking place in front of your eyes.

You looked up to see your patronus running around with Neville's. You glanced over at him as he looked over at you. You both smiled before looking back up. Your patronus's dissipated as you heard Harry calling the meeting to a close.

You rushed out with everyone, sneaking through the corridors. Neville walked with you to the door of your common room, as he always did. You stopped in front of the door. "Well that was a successful meeting, don't you think?" you inquired, trying to break the somewhat awkward silence. "It was! We did great today" you nodded in agreement.

A few seconds of silence passed, before you finally asked what had been on your mind since you saw Neville produce his patronus. "What memory did you think of?" you immediately regretted your words. What if he thought I was prying? You felt yourself beginning to sweat as you waited for his response.

He chuckled quietly, looking down at his feet while scratching his neck awkwardly. "It's sort of embarrassing actually" you shook your head. "I’m sure it's not" you tried to reassure him. He looked back up at you, and you felt yourself melt as you stared into his beautiful green eyes.

"I..." his voice trailed off as he avoided eye contact for a moment. "I thought of that day when you came into the greenhouse. I had been having a horrible day, and you didn't bother me about it. You asked me about my plants. You wanted me to tell you about them. Usually people tell me to stop talking about my plants" he paused to read the look on your face. You were smiling, and he decided to keep going. "I-It made me realize I'd always have someone to talk to about them. And it just made my day, my whole year actually"

"Well, funny you should think that's embarrassing. I think that's cute. Besides, mine is similar" Neville furrowed his brows. "Oh?" you nodded. "That day you came into my dorm with that tulip. I don't know how you remembered it was my favorite flower, I didn't even remember telling you. But you just looked so happy to give it to me. And you told me how to take care of it, and watching you talk about it made me happy" you could feel your heart rate pick up as you finished your explanation.

"Well, seems that both of our happiest memories were with each other. That's quite... interesting" you both laughed at your words. You quieted down once you remembered you were still in the corridor.

You stared into each other eyes for a few seconds, debating on what to do next. To your surprise, Neville reached out, cupping your cheeks before leaning in. Your lips met in an awkward but sweet kiss. His hands were cold against your burning hot cheeks. You gripped his shoulders as your lips moved in synch.

You finally pulled away to breathe. You were both panting quietly as you rested your forehead against his. His hands dropped to your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "You're phenomenal, Neville" you breathed out. "T-Thank you. Y-You're quite amazing too, Y/N" you chuckled at his flustered state. "As much as I hate to do this, but I have to go. You do to, so you don't get in trouble" you kissed the tip of his nose before pulling back slightly, still staying in his grip.

"Right" he nodded. "I'll see you in the morning though" you said with a smile, which he mirrored. "Right" he repeated, before leaning down to give you another kiss. This one was longer, and more passionate.

You finally pulled away and Neville immediately spoke. "One last thing… Would you like to go out on a date with me tomorrow?" you nodded with a smile. "I'd love to"

"Good. Great" even in the low light, you could see how red his face was. You chuckled. "I'll see you tomorrow, lover boy" you kissed him once more before pulling away from him completely and heading into your common room.

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[minichrismd]

The Target On Your Back - Theodore Nott

Words | 600 Warnings | Fighting, Theo being a raging dick Pairings | Theo Nott x Reader | Neville Longbottom & Reader (Platonic)

“What did you just say?” You hear as you round the corner, an audible crack ringing above the hushed mumbles of other students surrounding what you assumed was a fight unfolding. You couldn’t see anything as you approached the back of the circle that had formed. You craned your neck to see a glimpse of what was going on, another cracking sound, followed by yelling.

“What’s going on?” You spoke, slightly panicked to the Ravenclaw girl who was stood in front of you.

“Nott and Longbottom. Nott’s winning.” She spoke nonchalantly, as if she didn’t care that another student, your friend, was getting beaten.

You felt an unfamiliar feeling surge inside you. Anger. You barged your way through the surrounding students, bursting through the front line and finally witnessing the scene that had unfolded. Nott had Neville pinned up against the wall with one hand in the middle of his chest, his other laying punches into his face and stomach.

Something snapped inside you.

You couldn’t help yourself, charging into Nott’s side at full force and throwing him off balance, causing him to lose his footing and fall to the floor. You pulled your wand out and aimed it at him.

“You ok Nev?” You asked the shaken boy, keeping your eyes fixed on Nott, who was beginning to get back up.

“Yeah, I-I’m ok.” Neville mumbled, wiping his bloody nose with the sleeve of his cloak.

You watched at Nott got back to his feet, glaring at you. He took a step towards you.

“Take one more step and I’ll hex you into next year.” You stood your ground, defending your friend with unwavering confidence and anger coursing through your body. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

Neville stared at you in disbelief, as did many other students that had been watching the fight. You were known for being the quiet, kind Hufflepuff who sat in the back of the class and often carried round a bag of sweets from Honeydukes, handing them out to anyone who looked upset.

This was a side of you no one had seen before, it was a side of you reserved for those who hurt the people you cared for.

Your eyes narrowed, your wand still trained on Nott, searching for any sign of movement towards you. His glare was piercing, ice cold. If looks could kill.

He stepped away from you, turning and shoving his way through the crowd, sending students falling into one another as he left. You let out a sigh of relief as you watched him leave, only turning to Neville after he was out of your sight.

“Let’s get you to the hospital wing.” You spoke softly, wrapping Neville’s arm over your shoulder and helping him through the corridors.

As you arrived at the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey rushed over to take Neville to a bed, firing questions at you. There was an unspoken rule between the students, if you fought each other and were injured, say nothing. Your explanation to Madame Pomfrey was that you’d just found Neville like this and had no idea what had happened. You knew she didn’t believe you, but she had no proof that anything you said wasn’t true.

She shooed you from the wing shortly after Neville was placed into a bed, stating that he needed to rest and would be back to class in a couple of days. You nodded, remaining silent, afraid that anything you would say may give away too much information. You really didn’t want a target on your back, even though you now had one from defending your friend.

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[shelbgrey]

You belong with me(George Weasley) Part 1

Paring: George Weasley X Longbottom!Reader X Cedric Diggory.

Summary: your best friend George knows you deserve better. He wants to be that 'better' but to scared to say but after a burnt hand truth may come out. (A.U where Cedric doesn't die)

Prompts: 1.0) “I mean, it's nice they found each other Sometimes you fall for someone you'd never expect, but that doesn't make it wrong. Doesn't everyone deserve to be happy?”

1.6) “I need to know if it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever.” - “in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are”

This is for my buddy Ashlee, who hates Cedric with every fiber of her soul for no reason. There's no much Cedric bashing but he's not perfect in this story.

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--------(Potions Class, Snape)--------

I silently sat in my seat waiting for Professor Snape to start the lesson. He was running unusually late so that ment the class was mixed up and being social. Come to think of it this is the most talkative the class has ever been.

Except me, my boyfriend Cedric did most of the talking but ever since the tournament I've only been there to benfet him. It's technically not his fault really but what hurt was he wasn't around anymore. He would show a bright smile and laugh whole heartedly to anyone who would listen but then be too tired for anything else.

His laughter continued as he had his back to me taking to Harry and a couple of Hufflepuffs. Not complaining I silently read my book. It was a Muggle book professor Lupin gave me called The Outsiders. I was nose deep when something snapped against the hard-back cover.

I peaked from behind the book and saw a rubber band. I smiled already knowing it was my best friend George Weasley. I rolled my eyes as George leaned twords me from the desk that was acrossed from mine.

“hiya, George” I nodded my head twords Fred as I moved over to their table. Cedric didn't even realize my absence. “hay freddie”

As few minutes went on the twins explained their new product ideas and different renovation ideas for the shop they're gonna open when they're done with school. I nodded happy holding on to every word. Honestly I could listen to them talk all day, especially George. The three of us had been best friends since our 1st year and they never failed at making me laugh or made me feel out of place.

“in your seats everyone” Snape said as he stormed in the the room making everyone quite.

“the man sure knows how to make a whole room speechless” Fred mumbled. I snorted trying not to laugh out loud.

Snape whipped around book in hand. “turn to page 934”

Everyone did and 934-935 was covered with pictures and scribls of writing of a potions. A shape shifting potion to be exact. I raised an eye brow as me and Cedric read off the ingredients and the uses for the potion.

“this is unusual” Cedric mumbled. I just shrugged at the first words he's said to me all morning.

"as you can tell it's a little bit more complicated than your silly little minds can handle” Snape insulted. No one batted an eye as it was usual for him to treat this class in such manner. And yes, this class was mostly Hufflepuffs and had only a few Gryffindors.

“so you'll be working in groups” a couple of people nodded with no emotion and the others sighed in realife.

“this is an easy A” Cedric whispered. I nodded with nothing else to say. I was relieved that he wanted to pair up, it gave us extra time together but part of me knew I'd end up doing half of it while Cedric socialized. Even if he intentionally did it or not.

Our happy faces dropped slightly as Snape continued. “I'll be asing partners. Take a seat next to them when I can your names” a few brave people groaned and others just rolled their eyes.

“Diggory your with Chan” I felt my stomach turn as I heard the paring. I knew Cedric would never betray me like that but I see how Cho Chan looks at him. She gave him the same look Cedric gave me long ago.

Cedric patted my hand and left to set next to her. I gulped as Snape read off the names.

“Potter and Jorden”

“Brown and Johnson”

Snape then looked up and eyed the twins. They looked unfased and continued the stare down. “if you two think I trust you to be partners in this particular Potion you got another thing coming... Weasley and Longbottom” he said refusing to me.

Fred raised his hand in a smart-ass sort of way. “excuse me sir but... Which one”

Snape sighed and pointed to George. “which ever one you are work with Y/n Longbottom, the other one can go with Finnigan”

George happy sat next to me. I set up from my slouched potion and handed him a quill with as he flipped through his book.

“get started” Snape said bluntly.

As I was reading the steps I feel something soft touch my cheek. I batted away and continued reading. It came back again and this time it tickled more. I giggled and pushed the quill out of George's hand.

He laughed as he successfully got my attention. “which cauldron do you want to use?”

“we can use yours a guess” George nodded and got up to get his from his previous spot. As he did Cedric stared daggers into the ginger.

---☆☆☆☆☆☆☆---

The cauldron boiled a Creamy white liquid as I grinded and cut up the different ingredients for the spell. On my right was George stirring the pot and reading the book.

“what do they mean shread something pure?” Cedric said getting a little too stressed over the potion. This class had never been his strong suit, which is why it would have been an 'easy A' if we were partners.

“your supposed to shread the dandelion” I said walking next door to his table. Right when I went over to help Cedric and the cauldron explode and the hot liquid splashed on my hand. I hiss and jerked beck into George's chest.

I held my hand as the cauldron dumped all over the floor. George quickly pulled me back from the steaming puddle. Cho and I coughed from the steam as Cedric stood there dumbfounded.

“Weasley take miss. Longbottom to Madam Pomfrey, and for the love of Godric clean your mess Diggory”

“y/n im sorr-” he started but George pulled me along towards the door.

“watch what your doing next time, Champion” I hear Fred say as we leave for the Infirmary.

Dispite the burning I felt on my hand I felt security as George walked next to me with his arm around me. I felt my heart sweal as he wrapped my hand in his red handkerchief and continued to ask me if I was alright.

“seriously, I'm fine Georgie” I chuckled as he opened the door to hospital wing. He smiled brightly as he held the door for me.

“madam Pomfrey, we got a Burned hand” George called out. The older woman sighed from the back and the sound of her foot steps followed. “What did you boys do now?”

She looked surprised as she saw me clenching my hand as stood next to George. “my dear what happened?”

“Diggory Knocked a hot potion onto her hand” George said looking visibly upset. Madam Pomfrey led me to one of the beds and George followed without hesitation.

George helped me on the bed as Pomfrey brought a stool to set in front of me. “let me see, Dear” she said softly. I hissed as the fabric left my red hand. You couldn't miss Pomfrey's expression as she examined my hand. I looked down for the first time and my eyes bugged out.

On my first two fingers had a thing strip of red coiled all the way up from my nails from my knuckles and the whole top of my and and thumb was covered in a deep red with white blisters.

She sighed sympathetically as she carefully studied my hand. “What potions were you using Dear?”

“it was supposed to be a shape shifting potion” I sighed. “Diggory's didn't go as planned, Godric knows what was put in that heaping pile of crap” George said butting in. The more the thought of it, the angry he got and thst didn't go unnoticed.

“did you breath anything in?”

I nodded thinking back when Cho and I were coughing and hacking from the steam from the potion.

“well, I can use a spell to transfer the heat out of your skin, then we'll put an ointment on it, but since we're not quite sure what was in the cauldron you'll have to say the night or just intill the potion leaves your system” Pomfrey explained.

Next she pulled out her wand and gently touched it to the tip of my finger. She gently pulled back before anything happened. “this usually hurts so brace yourself”

The tip of her wand touch my finger again and this time I grabbed George's hand with my good one. The pain wasn't as bad as imagined, but It felt like someone was pulling hot needles out of my hand.

After a few seconds she was done but there was still white and red puss like things that clinged to my hand. I looked at it in disgust as Madam Pomfrey gently coated my hand on ointment the rapped bandges over it.

“after dinner I want you to come back and then we'll decide if you have to stay over night” Pomfrey said. Me and George both nodded as he helped me off the bed.

“keep an eye on that poor girl, George” Madam Pomfrey yelled as we left. My cheeks dusted red as George closed the door behind us. He look equally red but tried really hard to hide it.

It wasn't awkward or anything, we were close friends and the whole school basically knew we were best friends. But knowing that George went out of his way to take me to the hospital wign and even stayed when he didn't need to made the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.

“so, your on first name bases with Madam Pomfrey know?” I asked playfully bumping his shoulder with mine. All the professors and staff usually referred to as with our last names so I was genuinely curious.

George chuckled and looked down. “yeah, when your Pyro maniacs like my brother and I you end up in the hospital wign for miner injuries.”

I nodded remembering all the times him and Fred would disappear after a practical joke gonne wrong or when one of their fireworks backfired.

George laughed and wrapped his arm around me. “let's get some dinner, I'm starving”

“same, let's go”

As we walked into the great hall it was already fairly packed. I looked over at the Hufflepuff table and spotted Cedric getting tugged around by his 'fans' as they flashed around their 'Potter stinks' pins around.

My smile fell as he was once again busy. It was a big room, I knew that much so there was no reason to get upset with him. George shook his head at him and pulled me to the Gryffindor table Where our brothers, Hermione and Harry were.

“heard about the hand, you okay Sis?” Neville asked as I sat down across from him. I gave my little brother a reassuring look and nodded. “I'm fine Nev”

“that's not what Pomfrey said...” George mumbled. I nudgged him as Fred who was setting on the other side of me gave me a concerned look. I elbowed him then looked at my friends worried faces.

“I'm seriously fine, she just said I might have to stay the night because we didn't quit know what was in Cedric's Cauldron.”

Hermione eyes widened with consern. “Cedric did that?”

“really?” Neville asked surprised but also had a hint of anger to his voice.

“it was an accident!” I sighed.

“well that accident might keep you in the hospital wign tonight” George said taking a bite of his chicken.

As dinner was coming to an End my stomach started to turn and my chest felt like it was tighting around my heart the harder it pounded.

I gulped and set my fork down as the voices around me started to sound muffled then none existent.

“y/n!”

---☆☆☆☆☆☆☆---

“come on love” George's voice said faintly.

I winced as pounding progressed in my head. My eyes fluttered open as I adjusted to the sunlight that shined through the many windows.

I turned to my left and saw George's bright smile. Behind him was Neville, who was passed out in the bed next to mine.

“Hey, Darling how are you feeling?” I slightly smiled at the ginger I called my best friend.

“Why didn't anyone tell me?!” Cedric said suddenly making me jump by the sudden noise. Cedric then ran to my bed worried. George set back in his chair extending the space between us.

Cedric ran to my bed side and took my hand. His eyes full of concern and his expression was frazzled. He sat down next to me as George stared him down.

“he didn't seem to concerned yesterday, she's here because of him”

“thanks for staying with her Mate” Cedric said bringing George back to reality. George forced a smile at him but he couldn't hold back the sarcasm.

Before George could say anything Harry and Ron both peaked their heads in the room. “George, Neville Professor McGonagall is looking for you guys”

Neville set up from the bed beside mine and gave me a hug goodbye. “oh, how you feeling?” Ron asked. I smiled and held my thumb up.

“I'm good here, I'll catch her later” George responded. Cedric raised en eye browe. His face held a hint of jealousy as George stood his ground.

“it's fine go, I'll be here with her” Cedric said like he was trying to mark his territory. He stared down George and such a way I've never seen Cedric do.

“oh that makes me feel so much better” George mumbled under his breath. Cedric gave him a questioning look. “sorry, didn't catch that”

“nothing, I'll come by later N/n” George huffed as he lefted with his younger brother.

---☆☆☆☆☆☆☆---

“ced, let's go!”

“yeah, mate let's go”

Cedric's Friends continued to call him as he sat at my bedside. He looked over his shoulder and chuckled as his Hufflepuff friends flagged him down. He then looked at me with a questioning look. Not wanting to fight and feeling slightly hurt that he'd leave so quickly I just forced a smile.

“go ahead, I'll be here” he smiled big and kissed my lips passionately. “thank you love”

I stared at burned hand with a sorrowful. As soon as I heard the door latch I let the tears fall. Everything seemed to be hitting me and sitting here made me think. I felt hurt on how easy Cedric left, like I was second priority. But with George he never wanted to leave.

I couldn't shake the thought of how easy It is to be around George Weasley... How safe it is. He always knew how to make me smile or laugh no matter what I was feeling thst day. I loved how his brown eye held so much love and humor. His eyes could be so lively and loving and barely show any fire or hate.

“what's wrong my dear?” Madam Pomfrey voice said suddenly said. I turned my head towards her and the words started falling uncontrollably.

“I kissed him, but I wanted it to be someone else... Dose that make me a bad person?” I mumbled. Madam Pomfrey gave me a soft expression.

“no, I doesn't” she said softly. She smiled turned around. She turned back when I spoke again. I couldn't shake the feeling romance was pointless. Are boyfriends and girlfriends just supposed to be on the side lines till their partner wants them? Is there such thing as love? I think love is what I feel when I'm around George.

“I need to know if it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever.”

Madam Pomfrey turned around with a small smile “in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are”

“your still young dear, you'll find that someone” I nodded as she left.

Her words running through my brain over and over again.

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[ashtheketchum]

Neville Longbottom X fem.Reader

A/N: I love Neville. And I will never... NEVER understand people, who don´t like him! >:0 He is so babygirl, how can someone hate him, what the hell!? QwQ Warning: fem.Reader, super fluff, shy Neville, shy Reader, A dress is specified (F/N) = Friend name Summary: You have to prepare for the ball and in the rehearsal class Neville asked you to dance. In the short time you have found a real interest in him and you hope that you can dance together at the ball.

The dress, that the Reader will wear (instead of red, you can just choose your fav. colour<3): (Credit: from Pinterest)!!!

PoV (Y/N):

All fourth years should gather to discuss something with Professor McGonagall. Nobody knew what was going on, everyone was focused on the tournament. We were divided into girls and boys. The boys sat on one side of the room and the girls on the opposite side. In the middle stood Professor McGonagall and she said something.

I looked at her, yawning, trying to stay awake. My best friend (F/N) pushed me and I watched confused as Ron Weasley and the professor danced together. We looked at each other for a moment before chuckling quietly and holding back from laughing out loud. ,, Gentlemen! Don’t be so shy, ask the lady to dance!” Professor McGonagall suddenly shouted loudly.

As if on command, we girls stood up and looked at the boys. However, they remained seated and acted as if they had not heard McGonagall's request. Grinning, I looked at my best friend, who returned my grin. ,, And? Who do you think will question you?” I asked her. “Do you mean now, or at the ball?” "I mean now, you idiot. We won’t be going to the dance floor at the ball anyway.” My best friend sighed loudly and rolled her eyes

But suddenly we saw someone from the boys side get up. It was Neville. Neville Longbottom. I knew him because accidents were always happening to him, but we weren't friends. Even though he looked incredibly good with long hair. He swallowed hard before walking towards the girls. "Maybe he'll ask you." My best friend giggled and nudged me. I hissed quietly in annoyance before looking away. But as soon as I looked away, she nudged me again.

At first I wanted to look at her angrily, but then I saw Neville in front of me. He held out his hand and looked at me nervously. I felt everyone looking at us and I had to swallow hard too. Humming, I nodded and took his hand gently. He immediately grinned widely and we slowly started dancing. Thanks to Neville, a few more boys now dared to ask the girls about dancing and after 5 minutes everyone was dancing with someone. Ron was also fortunately let go by McGonagall and he asked a girl to dance with him.

While I danced with Neville, we either looked deeply into each other's eyes or at our feet. I had my hand on his shoulder and he had his on my hip. He was so gentle that his fingers barely touched me, he was either afraid to touch me or incredibly respectful. But from what I thought of Neville, it was probably both.

When the dance lesson was over, we were sent to our rooms. As homework we should continue practicing the dance steps. My best friend and I went back to our room and we talked. "Don't you want to study, (Y/N)? Your husband is just waiting to dance with you again.” (F/N) was just teasing me. My face was very flushed and I hissed loudly as she kept teasing me about Neville. I wasn't ashamed to dance with him, but there was no need to pick on it either. "Your dance partner wasn't any better." I rolled my eyes as (F/N) protested.

Even though I didn't want to admit it, I really had fun dancing with Neville. He made sure I didn't lag behind, had respect and always looked at me lovingly. And his long hair, I could fall in love with it! I would love to run my fingers through them and scratch his head. Just the thought made me blush and cough loudly, making my best friend look shocked. But then she grinned widely. "Oh my Merlin…! You have a crush on Neville?!” She suddenly shouted loudly.

Panicked, I slapped my hand over her mouth and looked at her sternly. "Shh! Scream louder and maybe the Muggles will hear you!” I admonished her before removing my hand. (F/N) put her hand to her mouth and she looked at me in shock. But happily shocked, I wasn't expecting that to be honest. "Neville!? Ok, wow…! I never thought he was your type!” "I-I think there's something you don't understand…!" My best friend looked at me teasingly, which only made me blush even redder. Coughing, I got up and went to the door of our room. "I-I'm going to take a bath now…!"

<Time Skip>

Only two days left before the ball. And still no one had asked me. (F/N) was lucky enough to go with Dean. I was happy for her, but somehow disappointed that I hadn't been asked yet. In fact, my parents even sent me a dress that looked just perfect. I liked it a lot, but what good would a great dress do if I wasn't even going to be invited to the ball?

Sighing, I walked through the halls of Hogwarts and looked around a bit. This school was really beautiful, even though we never really had a quiet year until now. But that was kind of magical about it. I was lost in my thoughts until… "(Y/N)!" Someone suddenly called out my name. I was thrown out of my thoughts and I looked towards the direction my name came from. George and Fred ran towards me, holding Neville's hands. Overwhelmed, I looked at all three as they stopped in front of me and looked at me. Well, Neville looked down more because he had to take a deep breath. George and Fred looked at me and grinned. Not wanting to be rude, I returned her grin with a slight smile.

"Hello, George… Fred… Neville…" "(Y/N), we have here…" Fred began. "... A person who wants to ask you something." George finished the sentence. It was always amusing to hear how they spoke and never made any mistakes. The power of the twins. They both pointed at Neville, who just looked at me nervously. His cheeks were very flushed and he couldn't look me in the eyes. Slightly curious, but also confused, I tilted my head and I looked at him. "Yes, Neville? You want to ask me something?”

"A-ah…! Y-yeah… well I, um…” He stuttered more than he had to. I grinned at him, amused, but in a loving way. My heart beat much faster and my cheeks also turned red. In the background I heard the twins laughing and making bets, which also made me grin slightly. Neville took a deep breath before looking me seriously in the eyes. "P-please go to the ball with me! If no one has asked you yet, of course…” He murmured the last sentence quietly.

Giggling, I nodded slightly and went over to him to ruffle his hair. I stroked them out of his face and I looked at him lovingly. Goosebumps appeared on my skin and I took a deep breath. It felt even better than I imagined. "I would like to go to the ball with you, Neville…" I then whispered quietly before giving him a kiss on the cheek and walking away. I staggered to the twins again before making my way to my room.

In this one I laughed as hard as I could. My roommates tried to call a teacher to calm me down, but I calmed down again by myself. Well, I had stopped laughing anyway. So I now had a date to the ball with Neville. Somehow I was really happy, but I was also very nervous. In such a short time, the most innocent person in the world had me wrapped around his finger without even wanting it.

<Time Skip>

The day of the ball had come. I had my dress on and matching make-up too. (You can think of what your hairstyle looks like yourself). I nervously walk with my best friend to the Great Hall, where Neville and Dean were waiting for us. Both wore suits and talked to each other. Neville had even done his hair. ,, Good luck." (F/N) and I whispered to each other again before the two boys saw us.

Dean and Neville grinned widely and they both walked over to us so they could take our hands. (F/N) bowed slightly to Dean, just as he bowed to her, before they went to the Great Hall. I smiled sweetly at Neville as he bowed to me and gently kissed my fingertips. Chuckling, I bowed slightly as well and I squeezed his hand gently. "Shall we go?" Neville just nodded at my question and we walked into the Great Hall.

It was beautiful inside the great hall. Everything was beautifully decorated and there were lots of different people walking around with beautiful clothes. Neville and I stood at the edge so that the competitors in the tournament could dance first. We were silent but listened to the music. "Y-you look… great in this dress… w-well you always look great, but especially in this dress…" Neville whispered to me. His words made my heart flutter and I smiled softly at him. "Thank you… the suit look also very good on you…" I then replied and laughed quietly.

Neville grinned at me briefly before looking forward again. The first couples went to the dance floor and started dancing to the music. We watched them briefly before I looked at Neville. Neville looked at me softly and I gave him a small nod, telling him we could dance too. You could practically see the joy in Neville's eyes, which made me smile.

On the dance floor, he gently placed his hand on my hip and I placed mine on his shoulder. Our other two hands held each other and we slowly started dancing. Somehow I regretted that I hadn't taken this homework and practicing dancing seriously, because my fear of stepping on Neville's toes was getting bigger and bigger. Without noticing, I was staring at our shoes so I wouldn't step on his feet. Neville seemed to notice this and looked at me worriedly. ,, (Y/N)…? Are you okay?” His question made my head snap up. My face was bright red and I was stuttering something to myself. "Um…! Yes! I'm sorry…! I-I… I don't want to step on your toes, to be honest…" I then admitted quietly.

Neville chuckled softly before looking at me. "We're students, (Y/N)… we can make mistakes… a-and if you step on my toes, it won't hurt…" His words actually calmed me down a little and I sigh softly. I hadn't even realized I was holding my breath. "B-but I want to look at you… while we dance… please…?" His request melted me and I looked at him dreamily for a moment. Smiling, I then nodded and I laughed quietly. "Ok… I'm sorry…" "Everything's ok, (Y/N)… let's just have a great time…"

The whole evening was just great. The music slowed down and more and more people left the dance floor. There were maybe only 7 couples left in the area, and two of them were Dean and (F/N) and Neville and me. Neville and I had chatted for a bit before getting closer. Neville had both his hands on my waist and I had mine wrapped around his neck. I laid my head on his chest and we both closed our eyes and relaxed. "(Y/N)… may I ask why you wanted to dance with me…?" Neville suddenly asked quietly. I opened my eyes again and looked up at him.

"You asked me if I wanted to go to the ball with you… and…" I shyly played with his collar slightly before smiling at him. It didn't do me any good to hide anything, especially from Neville. His puppy eyes made me soften and all I could do was tell him the truth. "… I've really taken a liking to you since the first dance lesson with you…" My words made Neville blush and he looked at me in shock. He stopped and looked deep into my eyes. He was probably looking for some hint of lie in my eyes, but he couldn't find any. My eyes were full of honesty and love as I looked into his eyes.

"Y-you… like me…? So in the sense of… you love me…?” He then asked again. His uncertainty made me laugh a little, but I also nodded slightly. "Yes… I love you, Neville…" I then confessed to him and I looked lovingly into his eyes. It was as if we were the only people in the room. He also looked deep into my eyes before leaning towards me. "C-can I kiss you…?" He then whispered quietly. He had already closed his eyes slightly, so turning him away now would break his heart. ,, It would be a honour to me…" I then accepted his question with a grin.

The next moment I felt Neville's lips on my lips and I closed my eyes in relaxation. I happily stood on my tiptoes and sighed relaxedly against his lips. Neville's grip around my waist tightened, but it remained loving and respectful. When we pulled away from each other, we looked deep into each other's eyes. "I love you too, my rose…" He then murmured softly against my lips. His words made me grin and I pressed my lips to his again.

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The heart’s deepest desire.

Neville Longbottom x Reader

Y/N L/N was a very curious student, their boyfriend Neville Longbottom could definitely second that. They were always exploring about the castle and its grounds, searching for new findings each day. Usually they were accompanied by Neville, but nonetheless, he was always the first person they would go to whenever they found something new.

Which is what lead them to the Hogwarts Greenhouses, running up to the man himself pottering about to tell him about what could very well be their best find yet.

“Neville! There you are!” They exclaimed, out of breath. “Here I am! Are you alright there, love? You seem a little frazzled… oh! I know that look, what did you find this time?” He asked, excitedly.

They smiled with a tinge of blush on their cheeks, after all this time he still managed to make them flustered. “I think this may very well be my best find yet, Nev!” They declared.

“My darling, I’m positive you say that every time…” He laughed. “Well I mean it a whole lot more this time! You have to come see for yourself!” They took his hand in theirs, leading him through the grand castle.

“Wow, you sure did a lot of adventuring today that’s for sure!” Neville smiled. “It’s not that far to go I promise.” They had travelled down hidden stairs, walked cobweb-ridden corridors, and faced a loose Cornish Pixie or two before arriving in an almost abandoned dark room, the only light emitted by their wands and the fleeting sun through the frosted glass windows. The room was bare, save for a tall golden mirror with rusted engraving in the middle.

“Merlin, I see why you were so excited, this is beautiful!” Neville exclaimed, “It is, isn’t it. But I’ve found it’s not any old mirror. Go on, stand in front of it!” They moved next to the mirror, allowing Neville to see for himself what mystery the mirror held.

Neville shut his eyes and stepped in front of the mirror, taking a deep breath he opened his eyes and studied his reflection. By the look on his face they could tell he had seen something other than his regular reflection, just as they had.

“Pretty amazing right?” They gushed. Neville remained silent, noticing his lack of reply they looked up at his expression, seeing tears well up in his eyes. “Neville, love… is what you see…is it not what you’d hoped?” They asked worriedly.

“It’s you.” He replied softly. “It’s us.” He added, “Us and my parents…” It was then that they understood why he was tearful, whether happy or sad tears, they knew the outcome would be the same. Neville was seeing his greatest desire, yet he couldn’t have it.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve thought this through…” they apologised. “No, Y/N, no apologies.” He stopped them, shaking his head. “I see them, yes but they look so proud of me, of both of us.“ He smiles. “They are proud of you Neville, I understand they can’t express it, but the way I see them look at you, even without an enchanted mirror. I know deep down that they love you and they are so, so proud of you.” They walked over and took his hand, guiding him to the window sill.

They cupped his face in their hands, green eyes meeting Y/E/C ones. “I know part of your deepest desire cant be achieved, but I will do anything I can to make as much of it possible.” They promised. Neville brought his hand up to hold one of the ones on his cheek, caressing the back of their hand in a silent thank you.

Walking out of the door, beginning their journey back to the Great Hall for dinner, Neville smiled and stopped them. “We were in wedding attire by the way.”

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With Care, Neville

Neville Longbottom’s perspective on Dramione

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Regrets - Neville Longbottom x Female Reader (One Shot)

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Synopsis: You and the known incompetent Gryffindor, Neville Longbottom have been in a relationship together for a year now. He couldn't be more perfect as a partner he's sweet, affectionate yet shy and he's the best he can be around you. There isn't really a word to justify how joyful the both of you were, but now coming into your 2nd year of dating a certain boy has caught your attention more than you like, you had no problem committing to Neville fully before because you love him, but somehow this particular boy has changed your mind that made it hard. To sum it up you're in love with Neville and another, but your solution to this was to cheat due to you being scared of letting Neville go, yet wanting to pursue more with the other not realizing how much you'd regret your decisions in the end.

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Female Reader

Story Settings: This fanfiction is set in your 6th of Hogwarts, during the Half-Blood Prince time (You're a Gryffindor student for this one and you're also in Harry's year group). Anything that's bolded and in italic is a flashback scene.

Terms 📖:

Y/N : Your name

Y/L/N : Your last name

Y/E/C : Your eye color

Y/H/C: Your hair color

Warnings⚠️: Angst & Cheating

Word Count : 3,372

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The great hall was bustling and lively with chatter amongst chatter during tonight's supper, you sat next to your boyfriend Neville wrapping your left hand around his arm as he chats away with Dean and Seamus about an upcoming assignment in Transfiguration. Your eyes were wandering around as you feed yourself a piece of your dinner before your eyes landed on the Ravenclaw table across the room. You didn't know it but you were looking for a particular person, a person you've had your eyes on who's able to look at you once and managed to shout everything out like the world is meant for no one but the two of you, and there he was. Your eyes landed on the dark skin boy with eyes so alluring it drives you into madness, sitting next to Anthony Goldstein and Terry Boot, Michael Corner was discussing something amongst the two other boys, something funny that brought a smile to his face that flutters your stomach with butterflies. You stared at him with adoration sparkling in your eyes before Michael's eyes meet yours, you panicked at the sudden eye contact with the long-haired Ravenclaw boy but all he did was smile almost in a flirtatious way before getting back to his friends.

Your heart managed to skip 2 beats faster as he left you there love-struck, he's even managed to redden your cheeks and left a feeling you never felt for another aside from Neville. "Uhm Petal, hello are you alright?" Neville asks gently as he lay a hand on your lap, his touch managed to awaken you and bring you back to consciousness over what's going on around you. Dean, Seamus, and Neville simultaneously gave you a confused yet concerned look wondering what had your attention just then "Oh Uhm yes I-I was just, I'm sorry did you guys say something?" you failed to explain, giving each of them an equally apologetic look over your sidetracked. Neville gave you a sympathetic smile before repeating the question he just asked you, "It's alright flower, I and the others were wondering what topic you're going to choose for your essay in transfiguration" he repeated kindly rubbing your thigh under the table, "Oh I see well I was thinking..." you went on to explain what your plan was to the three boys before finishing the last bit of your dinner and heading back to the Gryffindor tower with the others.

After walking up several changing stairs hand in hand with your tall boyfriend Neville to keep steady you've finally reached the 7th floor before Seamus gave the fat lady a password "Caput Draconis", she opens the door welcoming and letting every Gryffindor student inside the common room after a fulfilling dinner. You make your way inside the warm red and gold-themed common room watching as everyone makes their separate ways, some head to bed, some stick around to sit on the couch with friends, and some sit on the available table with chairs opening books to revise today's lesson or homework that they might have got. You let out a tiresome sigh before getting on your tippy toes and wrapping your arms around the shy Gryffindor's neck looking up at him, "I think I'm heading to bed early tonight, I've got a competitive quidditch game against Ravenclaw tomorrow after all and Harry's been making us train like there's no tomorrow" you explained before giving Neville's soft and angel-like lips a quick kiss. He kissed you back before letting a shy smile slip out afterward before pulling your waist close to him with his hands.

"Of course flower, that sounds like a good idea, I wouldn't want you to be tired and worn out before tomorrow's game" He replied kissing you once more. You giggled during the kiss leaving Neville to giggle too, You stared deep into his ethereal emerald-like eyes rubbing his left cheek with your thumb. "Will be there to watch me play tomorrow? and you know to come and support me?" you asked gently, his smile grew bigger "Trust me petal I wouldn't miss it for the world, I'm your biggest fan" he stated before turning around telling you to hop on his back for a piggyback ride to your shared dorm room, leaving the both of you to roar with laugher ending the night in the best mood possible reminding you that this is the reason why you fell in love with the shy and the underestimated Neville Longbottom in the first place. The morning went by fast, you scarf down your cereal quickly to gain just enough energy throughout the whole Quidditch game, Neville had given you a good luck kiss an hour ago during breakfast and you instructed him to meet you inside the great hall for lunch after the game has finished since you'll take a while to shower and change.

"All right everyone all I wanted from each and every one of you today is to play your hardest and give it all that you've got, we've trained so hard for this and I couldn't be prouder" Harry mentioned before continuing with what game strategies he's expecting form each member of the Gryffindor quidditch team, all the talking and the bustling cheers outside the team tents with audience upon audience waiting for the game to start brought the feeling of nausea as nervousness swarms your whole body, but all you had to do is fiddle with a bracelet Neville had given you after the both of you shared your first kiss together and say the words I love you for the first time on that cold December night. It's a brown leather string beaded with beautiful green and turquoise beads, and a silver sunflower is placed as the centerpiece of the bracelet. It brought a smile to your face and a sense of comfort no one nor other objects could. "I got you this because I always want you to know that no matter how scared, how nervous or how sad you are that I'll always be here for you even if I'm not there physically, I love you flower and there's no one else in this world I'd rather be with" he murmured to you gently.

The memories of his words and the kiss the both of you shared calm your nerves down, leaving you with a stupid smile on your face, and before you know it your team has marched into a 2 single file line ready to fly out the team tents as the game is about to begin, and the rest was a blur. "200 - 40 to us what a game" Harry excitedly shouts inside the team tents, "Okay everyone each and everyone one of you has done a tremendous job today, you can change now. We shall celebrate later on at lunch" Harry dismissed the team before heading for the boys changing rooms, you've felt proud about all the blocking you did today, being a Gryffindor keeper after Oliver Wood has lifted your self-esteem extremely high not to mention the look of proudness displayed on Michael Corner's face at your performance it made you extremely joyful leaving a visible blush on your cheek as you entered the shower. "Hey Y/N, some of the boys are planning to throw our quidditch team a celebratory party inside the common room tonight at 9 are you coming? Katie Belle asks kindly before heading out the door with Ginny behind her, you smile back holding your towel close to your body after coming out of the showers, "Oh yeah of course I'll be there I'll see you girls at lunch in a bit though" you replied excitedly as Katie and Ginny part ways with you.

You hurriedly put on your jeans and a bra before taming your wet and shiny hair after a long and hot shower, since you were the last one in here you wouldn't want to be late for lunch leaving Neville waiting there all alone, but just before you have a chance to pull your wand out to dry your hair, you heard "Hey great blocking out there today" a familiar voice rings out, you paused for a second before turning around to find Michael Corner sitting on the bench seat next to your belongings. "M-Michael wow I-I uh thanks, you weren't too bad out there yourself" you stammered blushing hard at his compliment, he chuckled before raising himself up and making his way closer to you. "You know I saw the way you were looking at me. In class, in the great hall, and all the time we ran into each other in the hallways" he teased scanning you up and down as if he spotted something so worthy to him, your whole body was inflamed with fire by how close he was getting to you, you couldn't look him in the eye as all you can do is smile to yourself as he tucked a piece of your wet and shiny Y/H/C hair behind your ear. "Also I've never noticed just how special you are, you're gorgeous and you're a talented Quidditch star... I'm baffled about why you're going out with a loser like Neville instead of somebody like me".

Michel's words strike a sort of guilt inside your heart because of how much you've taken an interest in the Ravenclaw boy when you're supposed to focus on the one person you're with, Neville. "Where is she? everyone from the Gryffindor team has arrived, she should be here by now" Neville mentioned to Dean and Seamus as he shake his leg nervously under the table. Dean and Seamus looked at each other simultaneously before Dean encourage Neville to go find you himself, "Oh good idea Dean you know what I'll just bring her BLT sandwich and some water while I'm at it, lunch is about to end soon anyways I'll see you guys tonight at the party" Neville farewelled the boys as they did vice versa. After a minute of silence, you finally gathered the courage to look up at Michael's face only to find him staring at you the entire time leaving the both of you to chuckle, finally, Michael made a move to caress your cheek gently leaning in close as you did the same before your lips touched each other, tuning the once gentle kiss into a hungry and much needed one, he placed on hand on your cheek and one on your hips to pull you close to him while both of your hands rest nicely on his muscular chest not knowing who'd just witnessed the forbidden kiss.

After a while, you decided to pull away from his kiss, unable to open your eyes from the event before hearing a noise of a flask full of liquid and a paper bag fall on the floor that burst your eyes open, and there he was. The guy you've loved for a year standing there with tears puddling in his eyes with his mouth gaped open as he was in shock before taking no time at all to turn around and leave you behind, but something in you finally strikes as you break free off Michael's touch and quickly grab on a shirt and wore it calling out after Neville out the door. "Neville.. wait love please just wait" you shout out as he stops dead on his track, "Y-You... I-I thought you loved me, I thought I was good enough for you...you said it yourself" he sobs unable to face you clenching his two fists by his side, your heart shattered at his expressions still unable to processes how big of a mistake you've just made. "N-Neville I love you. I love you so much and it-it wasn't you love I swear, I- I made that choice on my own. I don't know what came over me and I haven't been quite honest with you either, I've taken an interest in Michael since September of this year there's just something about him that...that drives me crazy and he drove me away from what I'm supposed to care for the most and that person is you" you admitted, "I'm sorry Neville I love you and I wasn't ready to leave you but I really fancied Michael and I really wanted t be with him too b-but".

"You were selfish" Neville murmured with another sob, "Stay away from me, I never want you to talk to me, or be around me ever again let alone look at me... I've loved you Y/N Y/L/N but apparently, I wasn't enough for you... have a nice life" Neville sobs before rushing away towards the Hogwarts castle, your heartaches with pain and guilt as your brain finally comprehends that you've lost the love of your life over a forbidden kiss, someone who's been there for your through your happiest moments and saddest moments, your best friend and your guardian. You realize no one and nothing can ever compare to him but finally, tears start streaming down your face bit by bit over your loss. After an unfortunate day you spent most of it alone worrying about Neville and being ashamed about what you did, but the afternoon sky is slowly replaced by an evening one reminding you that it's time to head back inside the castle, you've skipped dinner tonight and headed straight for your common room only to find the place blazed with student celebrating over today's win with butter beers and music blaring over somebody's phonograph. But none of that particular things pique your interest because right now you're scanning all over the room for the one and only Neville Longbottom, but of course, you didn't find him out here so you quickly take yourself through the crowd only to bump into Seamus Finnigan himself.

"Oh, Seamus thank Merlin have you seen Neville anywhere tonight?" you asked with worries trailing behind your voice only to find Seamus giving you a disgusted and disappointed look, "You know Neville told me and Dean about what happened at the changing rooms this afternoon, just so you know me and Dean are beyond disgusted over you action Y/N, Neville loved you wholeheartedly and would give you the world if he could and you know that, in the meantime don't attempt to talk to either me or Dean. There's no use of you asking his whereabouts we're not going to tell you" he warned in an aggressive tone before heading back to the boy's dormitory area. You were left empty inside as if a dementor has performed a kiss on you, and at times like this when you needed Neville the most he was not here and won't be anymore. Several weeks have passed since the cheating scandal, the first 2 days were rough for both of you, Neville would show up to class with swollen eyes, and the area under his eyes was red because of the obsessive rubbing of tears, he was broken, broken enough that even Draco Malfoy himself didn't have the power to pick on him for a week, and he wouldn't show up to breakfast, lunch or dinner either for that 2 days unless Dean and Seamus drag him out to do so.

And as for you people started to piece the puzzle together that something happened between you and Neville, and as gossip would pass around like Chinese whispers people found out about the scandal quickly, but the worst part is that Michael Corner defended himself and told everyone that you made the move first by coming on to him inside the guys changing rooms after quidditch, so people wouldn't paint him as the bad guy. But you didn't bother to clear the gossip, all you care about is getting Neville back to you and apologizing. But every time you tried, he leaves you alone and acts like you don't exist and it's the same when he's around his friends just that when you approach Seamus and Dean would tell you to go away as you weren't wanted there, it was tough and Neville wasn't the only one who's been crying but after that has passed, Neville looked so much better, he started being the normal him again and focusing on what he loves most which are herbology, and he starts smiling and laughing again like he used to which made you happy but extremely miserable because he's moving on and part of the moving on processes is to not associate himself with you in any way shape or form, he doesn't even look at you, he just passed you by like you're just another ghost roaming around the Hogwarts grounds.

While he's back to normal you weren't, you're heartbroken and you wake up every morning regretting what you did and falling asleep to a stream of salty tears down your face. There's not one day where you stop regretting what you did but now here you are, sitting down at the red and gold table for yet another breakfast before class sitting quite further away from Neville so you won't ruin his mood or day toying around your spoon inside your cereal filled bowl not taking a single bite of it as the once crisp cereal turns soggy, all you can do is stare, stare at Neville's much happier face you haven't seen in awhile being surrounded by the people who cares about him most like his friends and a new herbology book he's been carrying around and reading for a few days. Looking at him had floated back all the happiest memory you have with him front and center, bringing a sense of sadness and loneliness right back just like day one but all you can do now is fiddle with your bracelet which you've never taken off despite you and Neville separation, for some reason you couldn't let it go as it was the only reminder that Neville had loved you once.

Tears start puddling in your eyes as you keep your head down low hoping no one would notice your clear signs of sadness trying your best to not let those tears fall down your cheek in a room full of people. Once you've composed yourself enough you looked back at Neville who's excusing himself from his friends with his Herbology book in hand heading for the exit out of the great hall. All you wanted to do at this point is stand up and yell at him to stop so you could just kiss him in front of everyone and show him how sorry you are and how much you regretted your choice, but your feet feel bound to the ground as you're unable to make yourself do so, and as you watched him go, Thud! Neville has bump himself into the small-figured Hannah Abbott, knocking all the books she's been carrying into the ground, luckily it didn't catch anyone else's attention but Hannah quickly laughed the whole thing off and apologized as did Neville, but before she could pick them up Neville insisted on picking it up for her and as he got up to hand her book back their hand brushed against each other.

You couldn't quite see Neville's reaction since his back is turned on you but Hannah's face was notably bright pink as she suddenly couldn't hold eye contact with the emerald-eyed boy. She thanked him greatly and he told her not to worry about it, but a couple minutes later went by before Neville rubbed the back of his neck signifying that he was indeed nervous, but he proceeds to ask her something and she gladly accepted it with a smile and the next thing you know you watched as Neville offered to carry some of her books for her as they walk out side by side laughing and smiling at each other as those tears you tried so hard to hide finally emerges back in your Y/E/C pair of eyes, but this time you let them fall freely down as you watched the guy who used to love you walked away from you leaving you to live with the feeling of regret.

What the bracelet looks like in my head 👆🏻

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[siriusblackloml]

Kinktober 2023 - siriusblackloml

intro: my first ever kinktober!! guys i am SO excited for this month and all the fun prompts i have planned hehe. for those who do not know, i am in school full time, student government, dance club, and am currently in practicum. ah! that's a lot! due to this full schedule, i will not be posting something for every day of october. sorry! maybe next year i'll make it up to you guys :) let's jump into the rules!

rules: i am NOT taking requests specifically for kinktober. yes, my inbox is still open, but i will not include any of your requests for my kinktober schedule. all of my writings will follow my typical rules/expectations. click this link to check out my rules and my character list! - these are only going to be blurbs, not necessarily a whole one shot!

schedule: the following list is the schedule i have set for myself this kinktober. if you want to be tagged in every post, please comment "TAG ME" on this post in order to added to my taglist!

SIRIUSBLACKLOML KINKTOBER 2023 SCHEDULE October 2nd: Fingering | Harry Potter October 6th: Hickies | Ron Weasley October 9th: Getting head | Hermoine Granger October 13th: Blowjob | Neville Longbottom October 16th: Dom!Reader | Draco Malfoy October 20th: Dry humping | George Weasley October 23rd: Doggy | Spanking | Tom Riddle October 27th: Leash | Sirius Black October 30th: Breeding/Creampie | Remus Lupin October 31st: Soggy Cookie Challenge | Marauders

make sure to spread the word! can't wait to see y'all in october <3

TAGLIST: @calmspencer, @baddiebbarbietngz, @slytherclaw1978, @serendipitous-fernweh

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[allofthelights11]

A surprise Panville one-shot, just in time for Valentine's Day? Yes, plz

“Ready?”

Neville’s outstretched hand clasps hers securely, alleviating any lingering nervousness she might feel. The folding door to the Knight Bus opens, squeaking precipitously on magical hinges, and the slightly-deranged grin of the conductor welcomes them aboard.

They have no luggage. Not everyone does, of course. Plenty of Knight Bus passengers use it for short-distance travel. Pansy hadn’t known what to expect from this little venture, but the lack of luggage does tell her something.

Neville’s strong grip helps her effortlessly up the three steps, before turning over an egregious amount of money to the conductor. Not that the Knight Bus is costly, but given that they have no luggage, it is peculiar. Not enough for the conductor to notice, however. The Knight Bus is full of oddities and unexpected characters along for unplanned journeys.

Neville tugs her confidently along to an open seat just past the second set of doors halfway down. One seat. Singular. Pansy hesitates, her cheeks turning a shade of pink that she usually pays a lot of money to have makeup achieve on her behalf.

Neville had given her a few instructions for the evening: no luggage necessary (Pansy would have been more surprised if it had been; she and Neville have not, so far, had the kind of relationship that encompasses weekend getaways), skirt required. The heels he likes best, the ones with the delicate strap around the ankle and the extra height, which have the added benefit of elevating her knees when she sits.

And sits, she must. Neville lands first, with a casual elegance Pansy wishes she was capable of. She pretends admirably though, knowing her mum would be proud (so long as she had no idea what Pansy was truly doing here tonight). His long legs tuck to occupy a respectable amount of space, knees nevertheless slightly ajar. Hands pull Pansy down on top of him, strength in long fingers wrapping around her waist. It never fails to make her hot, not unlike his confident directions of where to be, when, and what to wear.

The other passengers pay them no particular mind. The Knight Bus is always a mysterious mix of necessity, optimism, and derelict desperation. Pansy isn’t sure which one they are; or which one she is, as she and Neville might fall on totally different scales here.

One thing can always be counted upon: the other passengers, hapless or otherwise, are well-distracted with their own problems or with the problems the Knight Bus presents simply by its nature. Neville hopes to exploit these, Pansy knows. And while she’d never have suggested it (or thought of it, for that matter), she’s extremely eager to see what Neville has in mind.

But she hasn’t asked him. Inquiring in advance takes the fun away, for both of them. Pansy’s learned this over their weeks together, and her naturally curious mind has found new delights in speculating wildly on her own. Whatever she can envision, Neville exceeds it. Every time. It’s become an internal game of sorts, of a metric or a scale - one Pansy can’t wait to explore. How far will he go? How far will she?

Heels. Skirt. No knickers. No bags. She never needs a handbag, anyway. Not with Neville. He always takes care of everything, and this provides an extra level of want deep inside Pansy. She needs nothing, nothing at all. Neville is all she needs.

He likes it when she slowly presses her hips down and low, rolling into him so slow no one could notice. She may not know for certain what he has in mind tonight, but she can hazard an educated guess or two. His fingers rest lightly on her hips but she knows the power that lies dormant there. He can put her anywhere he wants her.

She’d have never seen herself here. Not in a thousand years. Ten years after they’d all left Hogwarts, and here she is, sitting on Neville Longbottom’s lap in full public and subtly searching for a particular seating arrangement. While they share a single seat on the crowded and chaotic Knight Bus, Pansy alone is in search of something specific.

#fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #smut #panville #neville longbottom #pansy parkinson #spicy content #fluff and smut #one shot #knight bus

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Brit-pop and the HP Boys

Ok so I have recently found my love for brit-pop and the British 90s working-class fashion scene reinvigorated and am in love with the idea of the HP boys being into this subculture too!

They were British boys in the 90s after all so I'm choosing to accept the reality that this music and style translated to the magic world too.

Let's begin with Dean Thomas! I adore the idea of him taking fashion inspiration from Jarvis Cocker! I imagine that thrifted, grandpa esc, slightly mismatched with the occasional pop of extreme colour that Jarvis would wear being perfect for dean. Plus he's kind of tall and lanky too so I think it would be perfect.

Meanwhile, Seamus Finnigan would KILL in Damon Albarn's fit from the Parklife music video (insane jumping through the streets and all). You can't tell me this boy wouldn't rock some bright coloured trackies cause I won't accept it! While I do think he may own the occasional full set here and there, you know, the matching tracksuit style thing, I can't imagine him reaching for it all that often. He likes to mix it up.

The Stoner!Neville that the fandom loves (myself included) would rock a bucket hat, chain necklace combo! I'm just thinking this exact picture of Liam Gallagher:

Meanwhile, the more soft, herbology nerd Neville would for sure wear anything Alex James of Blur wore when he was young - cardigans and all.

I can see both Fred and George leaning towards the Damon Albarn school of fashion, but the far more skinhead inspire vibes of it all. Doc's, jeans, polos, maybe even a piercing.

I see Ron going for the far more young vibes that kids were wearing at the time, leaning simple and athletic rather than the more streetwear casual the others would adopt. He would dress exactly like the kids playing footy in Madness's baggy trousers - long-sleeved collared jerseys, jeans and ratty trainers.

I don't know why but I also see Harry falling into two camps. He goes full dork mode and dresses like Supergrass in any of their music videos, which he totally owns by the way! Or Jarvis cocker in this one live performance of Mis Shapes

Draco (who I don't usually write for, cause lowkey ew, but I have strong opinions) would be all the way on team Suede! They had a far more polished and put together vibe than any of the other bands at the time and I think Draco fits that really well. Part of my brain is also saying he could possibly work the full leather even that Brett Anderson wore on the cover of Select once, though I don't know how I feel about this.

I had a blast writing this, so expect more brit pop inspired stuff soon. For the girls next time?! Maybe some playlists too!!! Stay keen! I would love to hear your input too any fans out there of either fandom lol

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[luvvyouforever]

headcanons : harry potter boys x keeper!reader

↳ harry, ron, draco, neville, fred, george, remus, and sirius with a partner who can wield ancient magic (hogwarts legacy style).

↳ requests are open! submit ideas, drabbles, headcanons, or one shots to the link in my bio! don’t be shy <3

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harry potter:

-thinks it is the coolest shit ever! when you're in a fight together and you protect him by shooting a powerful blue bolt towards the enemy that disintegrates their very beginning, he feels so proud to be your partner!

-on the other side, he also knows it feels like to have a lot of pressure and power on your side. he worries about what it must feel like to wield ancient magic and be the only living person who can see it. every time you use it, he checks on you after, ensuring that you don't feel too exhausted and can continue fighting.

-supported you so much through the trials. he didn't need to know every detail of what you did and went through but he would hold you so tight when you came back, praising you over and over for being so strong and brave.

ron weasley:

-he's a little jealous, ngl. like his partner can use this sick magic and is responsible for keeping the magic safe and alive out of the wrong hands?? why can't he do that???

-i also feel like ron would be confused, if not a little angry, that you refuse to share the power and attempt what others have before (such as isidora using the magic to remove pain). he doesn't really understand the problem and feels like the keepers are suspicious.

-he'd brag about you alllllll the time though! like oh my god every second he would find some way to bring up the fact that you can do really awesome things and that you are his awesome partner forever!

draco malfoy:

-draco loves you a lot and finds your magic incredibly cool, don't get me wrong, but i think his family swayed his pursuit of you because wouldn't it be so grand if the malfoys had a keeper in their family? someone so powerful and knowledgeable? who would pass down the truth and their magic? yes please! (every time narcissa brings it up, it irks draco but also he pats himself on the shoulder for choosing you)

-wants to know every detail about the trials and the past and the memories you're viewing! you'll come back from a trial, sweaty and tired, maybe bleeding, and he'd help you first then ask hundreds of questions after.

-your use of ancient magic is not necessarily unknown and makes you quite popular among the students of hogwarts. this, however, makes draco really jealous. if he could, he would follow you everywhere, glaring down anyone who tries to make a move on you. before you go on adventures, classes, or just to the common room, he'll drape you in his slytherin scarf as if he was marking you.

neville longbottom:

-poor thing gets so nervous when you have to complete the trials or do something incredibly important for the sake of keeping the magic safe. he knows he can't go along with you but he'd stay by your side until the very moment you enter the map chamber, whispering praises and support the whole time.

-would heal up all your wounds and take care of you if you exerted too much during a fight. he knows how much everyone depends on you and the least he can do is take care of you properly! he would run you a bath, apply soothing balms to your skin or use his plants to heal you up, and cuddle you tightly!

-tries his hardest to not feel useless but sometimes it's hard when you're so strong and he's so...not. of course you'll always reassure him and give him the confidence he needs but very frequently, he gets really down on himself about it.

fred weasley:

-every day he comes to you with a new scheme that involves your magic. could you make a portal that leads from the dungeons of hogwarts to the top of the astronomy tower? it's important. snape is gonna get really mad when he goes into his office? can your magic fix that?

-begs, and i mean BEGS, you to let him come along on your adventures and battles. he wants nothing more than to support you and fight along your side! as long it's not a trial, you can't help but let him come along. you usually end up saving him after he pays a little more attention to the way your whip around the battle, taking down everyone effortlessly.

-speaking of paying too much attention to you, he thinks it is so attractive than you can do what you do! he gives you some time after fighting to recuperate but then immediately he is ON you. he's kissing you and telling you how hot it is when you turn someone to just particles.

george weasley:

-he wants you to teach him everything you can. there are some things that are just simply innate and can not be taught but all your tips and tricks when it comes to fighting will now be all of his tips and tricks. you two would just find some field away from the burrow and go at it, sending spell after spell at each other. georgie is just overflowing with adrenaline and it's a great way to get it out.

-deep down, a part of him wants to be protective of you. he wants to keep you from going out into danger and taking on dangerous tasks all for magic and some old people telling you what to do. but he knows better, trust me. he knows you can defend yourself just fine but he just wants to put you in a little bubble and never let anything hurt you.

-just like ron, he will brag about you whenever he can. everyone is sitting around the great hall table, talking about how it's so cool that you defeated a troll in one fell swoop and he just wraps his arm around your shoulders, a glimmer in his eye as he proceeds to say "yeah, aren't they just so amazing?"

remus lupin:

-fears for your health and safety so much! when you come back from a trial, he's hushing you and putting you in bed, feeding you chocolate and brewing tea until you feel better!! you are bearing the weight of centuries old magic all alone. the least he can do is take care of you!

-supports your decisions throughout your entire journey as a keeper. if you truly believe that releasing ancient magic to the world and using it for more than the original keepers intended, then he understands. if you want to continue to keep it hidden, he will not question your judgement.

-this is so fluffy but i feel like you figured out how to manipulate your ancient magic to floating, bright blue scenes and pictures. around remus's time of the month (said lovingly), you'll lay in bed with him and use your wand to paint pictures of animals, lakes, waves, stars, or, in more sappy moments, your future.

sirius black:

-he thinks it is SO hot that you can take someone down without barely blinking an eye. his favorite move you do is when you lift someone into the air and slam them down repeatedly. gets blushy and turned on excited every time.

-once followed you down into the map chamber only to be very harshly yelled at by one of the keeper's portraits. he just wanted to see what it looked like and to know where you go on dangerous missions!! who can blame him, truly? definitely grumbled the whole rest of the day.

-when you two get married, he refuses to let you take his last name and instead will either take yours or say screw it and come up with one! he doesn't want his family to have the gratification of having a keeper with the black family name. he wants you to shine for who you are and in another century, he wants your name to be yours, not his.

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[justtwotired]

Family is most important

Summary: Regulus and Y/n faked their deaths in the first wizarding war to run away from everything, they got married and had a daughter. Even though both are slightly sceptical, they send her to Hogwarts, as she wanted it real bad. The moment they find out about the battle of Hogwarts, they rush over there, though are late as Voldermort is already defeated.

She/her pronounce

Just so you know: Sirius, Tonks, Remus and Fred are alive. Y/n was very, wry good friends with the Marauders because she, Peter and James where childhood friends, the daughters name is Aruna.

Warnings: cringe

Some people looked over their shoulder to see what was going on when the doors of the great hall flew open, though minded their business again as the man and woman walked in.

One of these people, was Aruna, who’s eyes widened as she saw her parents, they didn’t have any disguise and looked absolutely distressed.

Her mothers eyes landed on her and she broke out into a run. She felt her mothers arms wrap around her and her dad followed soon after.

Y/n had been worried sick for her daughters well being the moment she heard of the battle. She had dragged Regulus with her and they hurried to the castle where they found Voldemort already defeated.

“Oh, love, I was so scared of your well being! Are you hurt?” Y/n checked her daughter for injustices as the girl assured her mother she was completely fine.

By now, few of her friends watched what was happening in, as they had never met Aruna’s parents. “Did you kill some own?” Regulus smirked slightly and Y/n angrily hit his arm.

“Regulus!” She scolded. “Did you?” She asked the girl worried. “No, I didn’t kill someone, mom, I’m fine, everything is alright.” She pushed her mother away slightly and backed up.

Y/n looked at the people behind her daughter and smiled. “You must be Aruna’s friends.” She said happily and her eyes fell on a girl. “Ah! Luna, lovely to see you dear.” She smiled at the girl from who she had known the mother very well.

“Hi, aunty Y/n, uncle Regulus.” She greeted with a smile. “Mom dad, this is Hermione Granger, Ginny, Ron, Fred and George Weasley, and that’s Neville Longbottom, guys meet my parents- Uhm.” She seemed to scan her brain for quick fake names but the two smiled.

“Y/n and Regulus Black, nice to meet you.” Y/n introduced. “Fred Weasley huh?” Regulus’ eyes had fallen in the boy that they knew to be their daughters boyfriend. “Regulus, be nice.” Y/n quickly scolded.

Aruna looked at them in disbelief and they smiled slightly. “Well, wat is over, Voldermort is defeated and we do not really have to worry about much anymore, we can’t live under fake names forever, besides, Aruna Black sounds way better then Aruna Du Boyz.” Regulus shrugged.

“I don’t want to be rude, but this all is going way to fast for me.” Ginny intervened.

“Reg, Y/n?” They turned around at the familiar voice and where met with Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, next to them stood a boy that was obviously Harry. “You’re alive.” Sirius said looking between the both of them.

“Surprise?” Y/n tried and Regulus gave her an exhausted look. “Let him process for a moment, love.” He said and she smiled sheepishly.

“Yeah, well, my hands are aching and it’s been how long now? Twenty years? I really, really want to hug them!” She whined and before she knew it, she shot forward and hugged Remus tightly and Sirius wend forward and embraced his brother.

“You two have a bunch of explaining to do.” Sirius said and the two of them slightly grinned.

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