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mastermindmiko · 1 year
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Greenhouse escapades
Pairing: Neville Longbottom + fem!reader
Word count: 2868
Summary: You remember the beginnings of your relationship with Neville while hanging out with him outside the Greenhouse. You remember one too many things, and one thing leads to another and you end up getting caught in some activities that you shouldn’t have been up to.
Trigger warnings: deciding that there is no need for breakfast?, mentions of sex, kissing, foreplay, semi-pulic sex, mentions of fingering, sex. 18+, getting caught.
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As you sat on the green grass outside of the greenhouse with Neville you looked up at the sky guessing the most random shapes for each cloud you could see. Neville laughed at your cute but somewhat disturbing ideas for each cloud. His back was pressed against the glass of the Green House and you sat in between his legs as his hands were wrapped around your waist. 
Everyone was in the great hall for breakfast, but you had already eaten with Neville earlier that morning so you both decided there was no need to go to breakfast. You were outside Neville’s favourite place, you both spent a lot of time in and out of the green house. You enjoyed looking at pretty flowers and Neville enjoyed tending to the pretty flowers. 
The weather was hot, so you turned to Neville and took the hair tie that he always kept for you on his wrist. Neville always noticed the tiniest things about you; two of those things were that you always get hot quickly and that you lose your hair ties quickly as well. So he always keeps a hair tie on his wrist for you, and you found that adorable. He also noticed you fiddling with your fingers a lot when you're anxious so he lets you play with his fingers because you admitted it helps; he did that a lot even before you were dating. 
As you laid back on his chest you leaned your head back on his shoulder and you felt him press a soft kiss on your neck. You smiled as you closed your eyes in blissful peace. You thought of how much you loved Neville, he always has a picture of you in his wallet and how much he constantly admires you, he always says that he’s the lucky one when he’s the most thoughtful person to ever exist. You loved how he still made pinky promises and the multiple kisses he leaves on your face to wake you up each morning.
 You thought of all your moments with Neville; how he’d always give you a flower everyday and all the hugs he gave you from behind your back and twirled you. All the soft kisses and the rushed kisses, the kiss he’d give you after an entire summer of not seeing each other. 
Then you thought of your memories with Neville in the Greenhouse, other than it being the place you both spend your most time together other than your dorm; it was the place that you both had your first kiss together and your first time. 
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You were in the greenhouse going to talk to Neville about how he’s been spending less time with you and more time with luna. A small part of you kept saying that they were just friends and that you shouldn’t worry, and the rest of you kept asking ‘Why do you even care?’ 
Neville walked into the greenhouse while holding a plant pot, presumably for one of the many plants he was currently caring for. “Neville!” You said. 
He looked up at the call of his name and saw you, a smile spread on his face as he walked up to an empty space on one of the desks and placed the pot while saying “Hi.” 
He washed his hands and he watched you fiddle with your fingers; and he walked up to you and handed you his hand which you then played with his fingers. Neville always loved helping you in some way and this way involved holding your hand so he couldn’t complain. 
“Why don’t you like spending time with me anymore?” You asked quickly after minutes of silence, and you watched as his expression turned into shock immediately. He squeezed your two hands that were playing with his fingers and asked “What do you mean?” 
You looked away from him slightly and let out a long sigh as you looked him in the eye once again, “You don’t spend as much time with me as you used to.” 
Neville flushed and it was his turn to look away from you, he hadn’t realised he’d done it so obviously. He didn’t want to but realising his growing feelings for you and that you couldn’t possibly like him; he decided that that was the right thing to do. He didn’t want you to notice because he didn’t want to hurt your feelings.  
You noticed his silence and you concluded that he was actually doing it on purpose; and you weren’t hallucinating. A frown was on your lips when you asked “Why? Did something happen? Did I do somethin-” 
“No no no. You didn’t do anything, I just I-” He waved the hand that wasn’t holding yours and he sighed, cheeks flushing. You looked at him, not saying anything. “I-” 
“If you don’t want to hang out with me, it’s fine. I can't force yo-” you started but you were cut off once again by him saying, “No it’s nothing like that, It’s my fault I just-” His gaze fell on your lips as an idea popped into his head. 
You saw him look at your lips and your face flushed as butterflies exploded in your stomach. You thought about kissing him and you noticed that you would actually really really like it if he did that. “I just-” 
He quickly pressed a peck to your lips and you were frozen even though you thought of it you hadn’t expected him to do it. He started muttering apologies as he took a step away from you letting your once almost intertwined hands fall apart. 
You cut him off by placing your lips against his, and placing your hands around his neck. He kissed you back just as eagerly as you kissed him, and your lips were moulded together like two perfect pieces of a puzzle. You pushed your tongue inside his mouth and both your tongues played together. You heard him groan and as you pulled away to take your breath, you rested your forehead on his. You saw his boner and looked up at him, both his cheeks flushed red. Your panties got wet at the thought of Neville inside you.
You kissed him feverishly and you then asked him both your lips not parting except for long enough for you to let out a word at a time “Neville-” He pressed his lips against yours again, “do you-” you said as you pulled away from his slightly to ask your question, but you were only able to say those two words. “Neville, I want you.” 
His cheeks flushed as he stopped kissing you and asked “Are you sure?” You nodded and you both laid on the floor that was covered with blankets. “Have you ever done this before?” You asked shyly. 
“No, Have you?” He both replied and asked. 
You shook your head and then you pressed your lips against his and started to play with his hair and his hands were beside your head. He carefully put his hands, respectfully, on your waist. When you both needed to catch your breaths, you pulled away and you rose up slightly taking off your shirt. His eyes looked all over your body taking in all of your skin he hadn't seen before, his breathing got heavier and you could feel his boner on your thigh. 
You grabbed his wrist that was resting beside your head and placed it on your stomach encouraging him, “Touch me, Neville.” He pressed his lips against yours, he kissed you roughly and hungerly. His hands roamed your body and you helped him unclip your bra, and he threw it somewhere on the floor. 
He placed his hands on your breasts and started to massage them and you started to let out small moans. You then striped off your pants leaving you in only your panties that were uncomfortably wet. Wide-eyed he looked all over your body that was exposed to him admiring your beauty. 
You realised that he didn’t know what to do next so you grabbed his hand once again and placed it on your clit, you let out a small moan at the feeling of his hand around you; and his mouth opened slightly. Then you made his finger rub circles over your clit, you pulled your hips up slightly motioning for him to be near you. He started toying with your clit. 
“Is this alright?” He asked slightly hesitant as he increased the pressure on your clit and cupped the rest of your pussy with his hand. “Yes Neville, It feels good.” You replied with your voice between a sigh and a moan. 
After a few seconds you pushed his hand away reluctantly and you let out a whimper. He thought he did something wrong so he started asking quickly “Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you okay-” 
“Yes Neville. I just want you inside me.” You said boldly and watched as he went to unbuckle his pants and you took off your panties. 
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You were brought out of your day dream and memory by a small “Darling?” You lifted your head off of Neville’s shoulder and looked at him, eyes opened, you still hadn't registered the wetness in your panties when he started saying “Are you okay? You were making um noises?” 
You flushed feeling embarrassed that you pulled him out of his thoughts that were probably innocent, but your guilt washed away when you felt him grow hard under you. You noticed that while you were dreaming he had pulled you closer to both his hips and chest, and that his hands were on your thighs now not your waist. 
“Neville.” You let out in a rough, strict voice. He was getting more courageous with the places you both had sex in, you always had sex in the Green house even though the walls were grass. You were both covered by the massive amounts of plants and their huge sizes, and you would always muffle your voice on Neville's shoulder. 
“What love? He said innocently as he looked at you with his hands closer to your skirt. “You look so pretty in that skirt, I can’t help it; and then you let out some small moans. I just can’t stop myself.” he finished while pressing some small kisses on your neck. 
“Neville.” You said with a groan as you pushed his head away from your neck and gave him a look. 
“Please Darling. There’s no one around.” You looked around you both to check and there was in fact no one around, you were also wet so this would be a win for both of you. Then you remembered how Neville got bold while you two were having sex once again, so you had sex ten minutes before Charms in the classroom. So Flitwick had to return your bra to Neville, you were so embarrassed. 
“Neville remember Charms.” 
He let out an annoyed groan and said “That was one time, and so you see any professors around here?” He was once again right. 
“That doesn’t matter, We’re in public and breakfast is going to finish.” You started to wonder how long you could stand the wetness in your panties. It's been about a week since you had done anything with Neville and you were getting impatient to feel him inside you. 
He started from your temple to the base of your throat as his hands wandered up inside your skirt slowly rubbing your thighs at the same time. “So you don’t want this?” 
“Yes.” You replied in what you thought was going to be a tough voice but came out as a breathy sigh. His hands reached your underwear and started to rub circles on your clit, knowing that since the first time you showed him how, he knew it was your weakness. You cursed yourself for telling him that and that you were almost agreeing to have sex with him in public while all the students were about to come out of the great hall soon.
You leaned your head back on his shoulder once again and you started to let out small moans and whimpers. “I’m taking them off, okay?” Neville said in your ear as his fingers reached the hem of your panties. 
You nodded and felt him pull your panties down your legs, and you handed them to Neville; who smirked and said “Turn around.” 
Sometimes you would absolutely hate how comfortable Neville became with you, but then you’d go back to loving him being himself with you. It was always kind of fun people thinking that Neville was innocent when at the same time they're saying that Neville has his hands up your skirt while you’re eating dinner at the great hall. 
You turned around as cautiously as possible making sure not to flash your ass to anyone that was looking or that could be near, there was no one around. You avoided his gaze and your eyes were fixed more on his trousers. He pressed a long passionate kiss on your mouth. 
While his tongue licked your bottom lip asking for an entrance and you parted your mouth, he started to unbuckle his belt and pulled his trousers and boxers below his hips so that his cock was able to become exposed to the air. He placed his hand on his cock rubbing it at the same time you placed your face into the crook of his neck trying to hide your face. You knew that Neville would have stopped if you told him to or if you were not turned on by this; but when he touched you and felt you dripping he knew that you didn’t want him to stop. 
“Neville, can you be quicker?” You ask more of a demand than a question. You heard him chuckle and you could practically hear the smirk that was on his face as he replied “Of course love.” 
He pulled up against him so that you were both brushing against each other in the most agonising way and you let out a breathy moan and the movement. You started to move your hips against his and his tip kept brushing against your pussy. 
He kissed you urgently and passionately and you did the same thing. He started to position you on top of him, and when his tip was aligned with your entrance you pulled your mouth away from his. You slid all the way down on top of him , with you letting out a loud moan as soon as your hips met at the way he stretched you out. 
“Fuck.” He said with a groan, when you put your arms behind his neck and started to bounce on top of him. You had been on top many times before when there wasn’t any space for him to be on top of you, but this time the feeling of getting caught was making him inside you feel so much better. 
Your skirt covered both his cock and your pussy but as you started to go faster your knees hitting the ground and you both let out moans, it was obvious what you were doing. You kept bouncing up and down as you rotate your hips every once in a while, and Neville couldn’t get enough of you as he placed his hands under your ass and pulled you closer to him making him groan louder. He started to kiss you again sensing that you were both getting too loud to not get caught and he kissed you feverishly, kissing your neck every once in a while. 
He moved his hips to get him to reach a new angle inside you and he started thrusting up to you and your hips hit each other with every movement. You started moaning loudly and he pressed his lips onto your again muffling your sounds. You started to get close and from the amount of times you’ve reached this point with Neville he sensed this and started to increase his speed while rubbing sloppy circles on your clit. 
He worked you through your orgasm and soon after that you felt him cum inside you, you knew the spell so it wasn’t a problem. After you pulled up from him, you sat on the ground beside him. You were still breathing heavily when he asked “Are you okay love?” 
You nodded and started to lean into Neville. Then you heard a rustle in the leaves around you both and both frantically tried to look calm and cool. Professor Sprout came into view with Professor Slughorn, both of them looking awkward, “I just wanted to get him the potion ingredients.” said professor Sprout. 
“Best be off to class, kids.” Professor Slughorn added trying to be cheerful and act as if they hadn’t heard you and Neville fucking a few seconds ago.
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daddiesdrarryy · 2 years
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Draco: Neville, I can’t believe you finally lost your virginity
Harry: Wait, this isn’t like the time you got another toad, named it Virginity and then lost it, is it?
Neville: ...
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paolllomaniche · 1 month
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Neville Longbottom Headcanons
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Alguns headcanons de Neville Franco Longbottom.
Neville possuí ascendência espanhola por parte de mãe: sua mãe, Alice Fortescue, filha de Florean Fortescue, é espanhola. Seu avô é um homem que preza pelas origens da família, vinda de Barcelona para a Inglaterra ainda no tempo de sua juventude.
Florean é um homem bom, gentil e amável com seu neto e com todos que o conhecem. Apesar de ser grande e de aparência intimidadora, é um doce de pessoa, com um coração tão grande que mal lhe cabe no peito.
A família Fortescue preza por sua identidade espanhola, e quando o jovem Neville nasceu, seu avô materno o intimou ainda bebê a aprender o idioma da família; Augusta achou o ultimato de seu parente desnecessário, mas nunca falou abertamente. Por conviver com a família da mãe, Neville possuí um leve sotaque espanhol, o qual alguns parentes sempre o cobram para perder e falar de maneira mais britânica — mas seu avô não se importa com seu sotaque, sempre dizendo o quão orgulhoso fica de ouvir seu neto falar o espanhol.
Neville se descobriu como não-binário aos doze anos, seus pronomes são ele/elu. Seus avós, tanto por parte de pai quanto por parte de mãe aceitaram muito bem, assim como os próprios.
Ele também se descobriu como bissexual em seus tempos de escola, tendo se envolvido com alguns de seus amigos e um aluno da Sonserina durante o seu sexto ano, quando frequentavam ambos as festas de gala do Profº Horácio Sulghorn.
Neville gosta de usar roupas trouxas, mais especificamente moletons. Mais possui uma paixão por peças jeans, as quais fazem parte de seu estilo: calças largas e jaquetas jeans personalizadas por ele mesmo, com desenhos de flores e vinhas pintadas a mão por todo o tecido.
Ele também possui uma paixão pelo artesanato, tendo em vista que personaliza muitas de suas peças de roupas, além de fabricar muitos dos acessórios que sua, como colares, brincos e anéis. Ele também gosta de fazer anéis personalizados para seus amigos ou pessoas de quem gosta muito em formato de sapos, com suas cores preferidas. Luna e Gina possuem seus anéis nas cores azul-claro e amarelo; Blásio Zabini possui um anel de sapo na cor verde-escuro, embora ninguém além deles dois saiba o porquê do Sonserino ter ganho ta honraria.
Ele também possui uma paixão por música brasileira/latina, sendo um ouvinte fervoroso de cantoras como Alcione e Marina Sena. Ele arisca cantar alguns versos de suas músicas preferidas, embora ambas as línguas (português brasileiro e espanhol) possuam similaridades entre si, continuam bem distantes uma da outra, acarretando momentos constrangedores em que músicas como “Ou Ela ou Eu”, “A Loba”, “Tudo Para Amar Você” dentre outras acabam sendo “arruinadas”
“ — Quem canta essa música? — Perguntou Draco.
— Alcione, por quê?
— Então deixe ela cantar.”
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ynandfics · 4 months
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Having a shit tonne of playlists for different vibes is the best so here are my HP playlists for 2023 ❤️‍🔥
I’m thinking of making playlists for the other houses if anyone is interested 💚
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holeyyweasleyy · 7 months
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brickexposure · 1 year
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When you love plants, you don't always expect reciprocity) 🌱🌵🌾🍀💚🌿🍃
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sierra611 · 1 year
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Muggles looking at this. 🫤🫤🫤 - - - - - - - - - - #harrypotter #harry #ronweasley #hermionegranger #romione #nevillelongbottom #severussnape #jkrowling #danielradcliffe #emmawatson #rupertgrint #potter #pottah #harrypotterfan #harrypottermovies #harrypotterfacts #harrypotterfilm #thechosenone #cursedchild #hogwarts #potterhead #quidditch #gryffindor #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #slytherin #wizard #wizardingworldofharrypotter #drarry #fantasticbeasts https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnfppr8Ju9G/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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selenewriting · 1 year
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"I don't want us to have secrets."
From the Archive:
Originally a Prompt Response to @panvilleprompts
Posted on: 11 June 2022
Pansy knew right away that something was going on behind her back.
She had a feeling things were off when Neville asked her if they could reschedule their next Potions tutoring date after walking her back to the Slytherin dungeons.
Oddly enough, she thought nothing of it. People reschedule when things come up, that's normal. But when they were partnered for Charms class, Pansy turned towards him (as she's done all year) and found that he had partnered himself with Nott instead.
The feeling of rejection came full force. In the entire time they've worked together, he had never really avoided her so obviously as he was right now. So, Pansy resolved that if he avoided in Herbology, she would confront him, ask him what had changed between them.
During Advanced Herbology - a double lessons block - Neville was so busy assisting Professor Sprout that Pansy never got to flag him down to talk to him, something she had always been able to do.
'How frustrating,' she muttered as she walked over to the lake.
She swore she wouldn't let herself cry, but the tears came hard and fast until the sun set. She thought they were something once they'd kissed. 
The walk back to the castle was bitter. The evening chill set in so quickly, but Pansy couldn't be bothered to cast a warming charm.
The courtyard was empty by the time she arrived, probably since everyone would be in the dining hall.
She was so wrapped in her thoughts that she didn't notice the Neville pop out from the shadows.
"Pansy!"
It was his voice. She wiped her tears away with her robes and turned to face him.
"I've been looking for you everywhere! Where were you?" he asked, short of breath.
Pansy promised she wouldn't cry, so she but her lip and bade words to come. Her throat continued to tighten and she finally uttered, "Here and there, just taking a walk."
Neville placed his hands on her shoulders and asked her to close her eyes, "I've prepared something for you, I've been looking for you since sundown, but this might be better. You won't believe the grief Headmaster McGonagall gave me, but you're here!"
He turned her around, the warmth of his body against her back, his hands placed over her eyes.
With a whispered lumos, a wash of light flooded the space between his fingers and her closed lids.
"Alright now, open your eyes."
It took her a moment before her eyes adjusted to the overwhelming brightness and beauty of the courtyard. Neville had decorated the entire area with floating yellow and purple lights shaped as pansies. Dozens of stephanotis floribunda flowers danced on invisible currents, their delicate scent wafting with the breeze.
And to top it off, a tiny house elf (dressed like an American cowboy) stood beside a small bistro table decorated with more flowers, glasses, and an overflowing tower of petit four.
Speechless, she was rendered speechless. "Nev," she began, not really sure what to say from here.
"Do you like it? I've spent the last two weeks planning for this. I'm sorry I had to reschedule on you, I had to ask McGonagall for permission and the night I rescheduled with you was the only night she was available to meet me. And I'm sorry I haven't been able to work with you in Charms, Nott helped me with the flowers and charms. I wanted to catch you today during Herbology, but you disappeared before you could see Seamus get bitten by the fanged geraniums. A fiasco, really. "
"What's all this for though? I thought-we were breaking up!"
"Wha- What's all this? Silly witch, it's our one year anniversary!"
Oh Merlin, that made so much sense. "I thought you were bored of me and started to avoid me because of it and I thought you were going to break up with me for someone else!"
Pansy started to cry in earnest and Neville pulled her in close to give her a kiss on the head, "No, silly witch, I wanted to surprise you, but I think I made you feel badly. I'm sorry, love. I want you to know I'd rather be obliviated than live a life without your love."
She sniffled once more, "So, no secrets?"
He kissed her again, "None, I don't want us to have secrets."
And they had none between them until he pulled out a ring three years later and she waited to let him know she was with child two years after that.
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the golden and silver trios
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Golden and silver trios <3 these are my headcanons of how these characters look OK. Ok
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thecheshirebat-ao3 · 1 year
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katdumont12 · 2 years
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Rebel Witch: El ascenso de los caídos - Había una vez (on Wattpad) 
Ya no están Harry, ni Hermione, pero una nueva generación a llegado, aunque, un poderoso enemigo amenaza su futuro. Se trata de una terrible Logia de Magos y Brujas sedientos de venganza, que durante casi un centenar de años han aterrorizado el mundo mágico, imperceptibles para las autoridades mágicas que, por enésima vez, han sido superadas. El conflicto está servido: ¿Quién sobrevivirá a esta nueva amenaza?
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booksandbo · 2 years
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Let me live for messing around on these apps 😭
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tom--22--felton · 2 years
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Reposted from @superchart86 - Just casually stalking Draco and Neville around @westfieldlondon @t22felton @mattdavelewis #harrypotter #westfieldshepherdsbush #london #dracomalfoy #nevillelongbottom #superfan #unplannedpotter #tomfelton https://www.instagram.com/p/CdFWozHqxh3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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etzrnalbliss · 2 years
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Neville Londubat
Neville est le pétrichor et la terre encore humide après une fine averse, le réconfort d'un thé chaud en attendant les prochains rayons du soleil. Neville est le tricot, des chaussettes à motifs remplissant une étagère entière, un pull-over immensément grand. Il est un mur recouvert de posters sur les insectes déchirés par endroits à force de les décrocher, une fenêtre en saillie au bord de laquelle on peut s'assoir et contempler le paysage. Neville est l'huile d'olive, le lierre grimpant aux murs, les pots de fleur entreposés dans une serre vitrée. Il est une virée en barque sur le lac au printemps, un sieste sur l'herbe fraîche. Neville est un bouquet de pissenlits, de tulipes jaunes, ou encore de fougères. Il est un sourire timide mais sincère, des mains crispées tapotant machinalement un bureau. Il est une étreinte gauche, cependant apaisante et amicale. Neville est un lever de soleil, l'aube révélant la brume qui séjournait sur les prés dans la nuit. Il est un arrosoir trônant dans un potager, un rideau n'occultant pas parfaitement, un lit couvert de plaids et patchworks bizarrement assortis. Neville est un terrarrium, un herbier, un pot-pourri ainsi qu'une collection de fossiles prenant la poussière. Il est la passion pour les amphibiens et l'amour pour les après-midi avec Hannah dans la serre n°3 de Poudlard. Neville est la douceur du silence, des livres d'herbologie annotés sur une table de chevet, le shampooing à la verveine.
j'ai plus dinspi là mais je sais que j'aurais pu faire mieux rip
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ynandfics · 1 year
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Imagine: Panville
“Sunflower, will you ever learn to ask for help when you need it?” Neville asks as he walks into the kitchen where Pansy is climbing onto the counters for cups.
“Uh yes you have, but for the dare of trying to act like a muggle- I assume my 5”3 self should have the ability to climb just to get what we want.” She slid off the counter and slowly walked towards her husband.
“I swear, if this dare Draco has given you lot injures you in any way….I may have to resort to the killing curse” He looked down at her, his hands slowly making their way behind her back.
“It’s a wonder you were never put in Slytherin my dear” Pansy brushed a small piece of hair from the front of his face.
“I only will get protective over you….and of course our children” He smiled widely at her at the thought of the Longbottom children who were currently in the care of the Malfoy family.
“I’m sure they’re safe, Hermione loves them just as much as Scorpius” she started swaying in his hold.
“Well, shall we take advantage of the quiet?” A small smirk made its way to Neville’s gentle features.
“I think we shall” Pansy grabbed his hand as Neville led the way to the bedroom. Not before magically making the kitchen look clean again.
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holeyyweasleyy · 7 months
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