Neville Longbottom
You and whose army?
Harry Potter Network Creation Event: Neville Longbottom
You and whose army?
Harry Potter Network Creation Event: Neville Longbottom
“Live a little, Longbottom,” Y/N’s words echo in Neville’s head as a frown appears on his face, his mind storming with puzzled thoughts about her words.
He knew the y/h/c haired, free spirited girl had a point, and a good one at that, but he couldn’t help but feel offended by her words. He stole a glance at the laughing girl, surrounded by her friends, and feels a surge of courage, finding his feet move towards her.
He reaches her sooner than he expected to, taking her by the arm wordlessly and pulling her to the side, provoking a series of “oooh"s from her friends. Her response to this was simply sticking out her tongue, attempting to conceal her surprise at his forward approach.
Before she manages to ask him what’s come over him, he speaks, his words shocking her even more than being grabbed and dragged to the side by the usually shy boy.
“You know those pranks you pull all the time? I want to do one with you.” his words are rushed enough to leave him practically breathless at the end of his demand.
“I’m sorry, you what?” she looks at him, completely bewildered.
“Exactly what you heard.” he feels his confidence fading, stuttering over his words as he attempts to keep his gaze fixed on hers.
“Neville, you know you don’t have to prove yourse–”
“I’m either doing it with you or I’m doing it alone.”
She raises her eyebrows in surprise, a sly smile spreading over her face as she gives him a nod.
“Whatever you want Longbottom. But you’d better brace yourself.”
Request: will you do a neville x reader Valentine’s thing based on “Shape of You” by Ed Sheeran? Xx
The sun peeks in from behind the green hills, its rays glowing a light red as it rises. Her eyelids flutter open as the bright light reaches her eyes, a smile spreading across her face at the picturesque view from the window. She feels a shuffling behind her, the hand draped around her waist suddenly clutching at the fabric of her nightie. Her smile widens at the gesture and she turns to face the drowsy boy, as he opens his eyes and grins widely at her.
“Morning, love,” Neville whispers, and her heart soars, even though she’s heard it from his lips time and time before.
“Morning, baby,” she whispers back, her fingers tracing the shape of his sleep dazed face, her mind overwhelmed with love for the stubble covering his soft skin and the way his one open eye squints at her, almost in disbelief at the way the rising rays of sunshine make her glow ethereally.
His fingertips trace the line of her waist and she smiles, closing her eyes once again and letting herself fall into the sensation of being with the man she loves as he places a kiss onto her collarbone, and butterflies into her heart.
Request: Could I get #7 from the prompts with Neville, if you don’t mind?
A soft breeze makes the crimson curtains of the dormitory sway gently, a rustling sounding from its contact with the floor. It caresses her face and prompts her eyes to flutter open, a smile spreading across her face at the blurred view of the tender faced boy whose eyes rest on hers.
“Good morning,” there’s a cheerful sound in her soft, loving whisper.
“Morning,” a sudden sadness clings to the muttered sound, making her smile morph into a baffled frown.
“What’s the matter?” her right palm finds a way to his face, her fingertips roaming over the stubbled skin of his cheek.
“I’m just being a bit irrational is all,” he smiles a pained smile, the sting of a secret hiding behind it, and averts his eyes.
“Tell me,” she states, her frown becoming increasingly worried.
“You’re just too perfect to be true,” he says with a sad sigh, and she somehow knows that whatever words follow will be tragically senseless, “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”
A chuckle escapes her lips, and his sadness is now a puzzling frown, wiped away by a soft kiss from her cinnamon lips. Her words are a fluttering whisper that sets his heart free from doubt, and seem to make the dark crimson curtains suddenly transparent, the room glowing brighter with her murmur: “You know, for an intelligent boy, you just said an awfully stupid thing, Neville.”
Another kiss is placed, this time on his lips, before she whispers: “I love you.”