Kiss and Tell - Neville Longbottom

Also I didn't make this an in class thing but yas... Gryffindor!Reader

You knew Neville liked you. So did all your friends. In fact, pretty much everyone who crossed paths with you or Neville knew he liked you. But for his sake, such as your own, you never mentioned it, instead enjoying the attention he gave you and giving him soft smiles before quickly turning away from him so he couldn't see you internally panic, all your blood rushing to your face.

Despite both being Gryffindors though, you almost never encountered each other in the common room, often being separated by your different friend groups, or spending the night differently. It just so happened that on nights you had Quidditch practice, Neville would be in the common room, but when you were free, he was no where in sight. Thus, when you stumbled down to the common room late at night to finish your herbology essay, you were shocked to see Neville, sitting by the fireplace with his friends.

Other than the group of dorm mates laughing quietly, the common room was mostly empty, excluding a few 7th year students who widely intimidated you. You rushed to the long table next to the bookshelves, searching for the herbology book you'd purposefully left there the night before in hopes of encouraging you to get your work done. You had been unsuccessful. Finally laying your eyes on the thick textbook, you sighed, slumping down on one of the heavy, uncomfortable, wooden chairs at the very corner of the table.

Rubbing at your temples, you predicted how the night would go; you'd sloppily write one paragraph before your eyes would start to wander around, another hour passing by before you'd realise that you hadn't written enough for a full essay, but would half-ass a conclusion anyway so you could at least submit something. Oh, well. You scoffed at yourself, picking up your quill. This is unsurprising. After writing about a paragraph and a half, you're essentially copying down the words from the textbook blindly, leaning your head on your free hand.

"Y/N?" Your head snaps up and you inhale deeply, realising you'd zoned out as Neville begins to apologise for disturbing you. "No, no- Neville it's fine, really." You watch as he pulls a chair out at the head of the table and he catches your eye, pausing his movements. "I'm sorry, I didn't ask. Do you mind? If I sit?" His cheeks are rosy and you try to stop yourself from smiling, but you feel the tug at the corner of your lips nonetheless. "No, sit, Neville. Please." As he sits, you can't help but glance back at where he was sat with his friends, and notice them all staring straight at you. They definitely put Neville up to this, you register, as they all abruptly turn away from you, realising you'd caught them.

"Herbology?" Your head snaps back at Neville, nodding at his words. "Do you- well, do you need help?" You shake your head at him, pushing the paper aside. "No. I'm done with herbology for the night. Forever, actually." You both laugh at your words, and duck your heads away from each other, avoiding eye contact. You reach for your open ink bottle at the same time Neville does, pushing it towards you. You're too busy staring at where your fingers touch to grasp the fact that some of the ink has splattered out.

And suddenly, Neville's hand is pulling away from yours and he's panicking, and he's apologising and trying to find napkins. You're sat still during all of this, only perking up when Neville scurries back with tissues, leaning over you to wipe the ink off the table in front of you. He's close to you. So close you can smell his cologne. One of his hands grasps the back of your chair as he bends over slightly to clean the dark wood. You look up at him, admiring the way his usually neat hair falls into his face, mustering the courage to place your hand over his, immediately putting a halt to his movements.

"Neville. It's okay." You begin to stand, and he steps back so you're free to do so. When he tries stepping back further to give you space, you reach your hands out to grab the hem of the sleeves of his navy jumper. You step closer to him so your chests are nearly touching and lean in slightly. You hesitate, giving him enough time to pull away if he wanted to, but he doesn't. Moving one of your hands up to his shoulder, you lean in close enough to graze your lips against his lightly before fully pressing them against his.

The kiss is short. You pull away to watch his reaction, but don't get to take a glimpse at his face because he's grabbing you by the hips and tugging so you're completely pressed up against his body, your lips meeting his once more. This kiss is longer. Both your arms come up to his shoulders this time, one hand playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. You feel his goosebumps on your fingertips, letting him pull away from you, panting heavily. You smile, one of your hands coming back to your face to wipe some saliva off your bottom lip.

Neville is smiling broadly, his face nearly as red as his dorm mate's hair. He makes eye contact with you, but you can see him struggle to maintain it. Your hand snakes into his, and only then do you hear the cheers from beside the fireplace coming from his friends. "Um, I - Go out with me?" Even though he's staring at his shoes now, you giggle, leaning over one last time to kiss him on the cheek. Whilst still close to him, you whisper "I'd love to." Before releasing your hand from his and beginning to leave, only to remember your things on the table.

You're too giddy to feel embarrassed about having to turn back around to grab your stuff, running up to your dorm once you're done, and slamming the door behind you. You freeze, afraid to have woken up your dorm mates, but when three heads poke out from the curtains around Lavender's bed, you realise the only thing you interrupted was a gossip session.

Throwing your books on your bed, you trip over your feet running to join them, a story of your own to tell.

A/N: To everyone reading this fic who follows me, I'm so sorry I haven't posted in FOREVER. I have been so busy with everything, but I'm on holiday and will write as many things as I can. Love from mina xx

So sorry I'm getting to this late, hope you like it!

Oliver Wood was a Hogwarts prodigy. Everyone knew his name alongside James Potter and Charlie Weasley's; they were the Quidditch Gods of the magical school. The names Regulus Black, Lily Evans and Y/N L/N were also quite famous, but for different reasons. The geniuses, students who soon after their time at Hogwarts became published witches and wizards for their incredible discoveries and talent.

That was one of the main reasons your relationship with Oliver Wood was so short-lived. You both had extreme talents, but they led you in opposite directions, only tugging you both further and further away from each other. Whilst you worked on magical discoveries that went beyond your education at Hogwarts, becoming known as one of the greatest witches of your time, Oliver worked relentlessly to fuel his passion for his sport which would build his career, his future. It only made the few months you spent together during your last year at Hogwarts unpleasant, the love you held for each other being over-powered by ambition, which led to the inevitable break up that shook all your friends, for they thought you would remain together forever, carrying out the legacy of being the one couple that would make it past their Hogwarts days.

Alas, that did not happen.

Instead, your magical discoveries were written and taught in the few years you had developed them and were the main source of protection for all the students who had decided not to fight the war, seeking shelter in the dungeons of the castle. Finally, what feels like days later, you're muttering the counter active spell, the hand holding your wand shaking with the trauma of the war you had just endured. When the protective force field finally breaks apart, you whisper the password to the Slytherin Common room. The portrait swings open and immediately the room falls silent. You announce that Voldemort's dead and spin around, heading into the direction you had just come from. You didn't want the reactions; The good, the bad or the dirty.

You wipe some blood from the side of your face, only to notice that the fabric of your long sleeved top doesn't soak up the liquid fast enough, and that you're bleeding quite heavily. Despite trying to stay calm, you begin to pant, tears blurring your vision, but you don't let them spill, not when you're so close to the Great Hall, where someone will have time to clean you up. Unfortunately, the way you immediately collapse onto a bench alerts more than just one person, and you suddenly have what feels like an audience crowding you. "Hey, hey, give her some space." The voice is familiar to you, but you just can't put your finger on who it is. "Y/N? Can you tell me your date of birth?"

The hand holding your face is gentle, and you can barely feel the tingle of the healing spell against the side of your face, which you take as a good sign. "You know my name." You recognise, slowly blinking. "Hey Y/N try keeping your eyes open for me, okay? Get me someone with skills here!" The demand goes to someone else, but it seems that those are the only words you're able to process. "So I take it I don't look so good?" Your words come out slurred and you feel your body slumping against something, or rather someone.

Oliver has resorted to being your own personal pillow. He didn't want you to look like one of the dead bodies, laying down still on the benches of the Great Hall, which has now become both a morgue and an infirmary. The spell he did on your wound worked, but he had one of the 7th Years going into healing fix you up and get some more blood into you to make up for what you lost. He felt your body sway against his and was immediately alert, even as you gathered balance to sit up on your own. He gave you time to process your surroundings, looking down at his feet instead. It was only when you cried "Oliver!" That he averted his gaze back to you.

"Y/N" He smiled, relieved that there was some colour in your face. You seemed confused yet surprised, putting together what had happened. "I haven't seen you in... A long time. How- are you hurt?" He laughed at your maternal instincts kicking in and shook his head at you. "No, Y/N, you got hurt. You were bleeding from your head and I just barely fixed you up." A look of realisation dawned on your face. "That was you? I... Well I feel bad now."

Oliver shook his head again, an awkward silence settling over the conversation. It was you to break the silence, stating "Well, I hear you're doing well now. I watched one of your games recently, you played nice." Oliver's eyes widened and he grinned, cocking his head to the side. "I can say the same about you, Ms. Published three books. And since when did you get into Quidditch?" It was your turn to act surprised now, retorting with "I've always liked Quidditch, I just didn't used to be into it. And you know, I wanted to see what was so special about Mr. Wood's Keeper skills here." Your eyes scanned the Hall around you, and the smile on your face slowly drops. As Oliver followed your eye-line, his did too.

"You didn't? You know, lose anyone important, did you?" You ask, now sounding a lot more empathetic. "Well I almost lost you for a second there." You glance over at Oliver and smile genuinely, matching the softness in his eyes. "Let me get you home safely. Everyone's already left." You nod at his words, using his arm as a support system for you to stand. You feel his muscles contract underneath you and look back up at him.

Despite the dirt and blood that freckles his face, he looks peaceful. He looks like someone you could find peace in.

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How they react when you tell him you're in the mood - Percy Weasley

this is a small series I'll be uploading. I'll post each character on its own, but the character i'll be writing this for are: Harry, Ron, Percy, Oliver, Remus, Sirius, James.

percy! is the type to go absolutely red in the face, because despite your long relationship, neither of you have ever dragged the other out of a room just for sex. It always just happens to take place when you're both alone in his dorm talking about something or the other. So when you've both just finished your last class of the day and you're finally sat together in the library, the last thing he expects you to do is lean over to him and tell him how much you want him. So of course, he goes red in the face and starts stuttering, telling you "We're in the library, can't you wait until we're back in my dorm?"

Knowing him, you'd be in the library for hours, and as much as that one sentence got him hard, he would always be a perfectionist over his grades. That's why you move so you're sitting next to him, lip bit and eyes pleading, making sure he sees the way you purposefully squeeze your thighs. A hand comes down on your thigh, under your skirt, and he gently caresses you there, momentarily considering breaking a few school rules. But he can't bring himself to do it, and next thing you know he's packing his books up and leading you back to his dorm.

His rucksack is on the floor as soon as the door shuts and he's reaching up into your skirt to get rid of your panties while you unbuckle his belt, and he keeps pushing you backwards until you end up in his bathroom. He doesn't even kiss you before turning you around and bending you over the counter, making eye contact with you through the mirror. He starts pressing kisses on your neck and asks you to take off your shirt while he teases your entrance with his dick. He flips your skirt up so he can get the perfect view of your ass and his hands are on it the entire time but looks up at the mirror to see the look on your face when he starts thrusting into you. And he will not be gentle either - he goes hard and fast, in a way that'll probably leave bruises on your hips from repeatedly hitting the marble counter.

Of course though, he only comes after you do, and rides out both your orgasms, only stopping when you reach behind you to kiss him. He pulls out, gives you a passionate kiss, and tells you how good you did before running a bath for you.

Snake Ring - Neville Longbottom

Warnings: none? kissing Slytherin! Reader (L/N)=Last Name Summary: The weasley twins spice up a party with a game of seven minutes in heaven

It was a lovely day for you so far. Professor Snape had sent you what must have looked liked a smile when returning your essay and classes couldn't have gone smoother. Now, you and your best mate, Draco Malfoy were headed to a party.

The second you stepped foot in the room of requirements, you were both dragged into a game of seven minutes in heaven, which you hadn't expected. It certainly wasn't a good idea if you wanted to stay sober since majority of the people playing were Gryffindors.

One of the Weasley twins asked you to put an object you carried with you in a cloth bag. Reluctantly, you took your ring off and dropped it in, but not before threatening him that he'd wake up in the black lake if there was so much as a scratch on it.

When all the ladies in the room, even Granger, had put something in the bag, the twins shoved it in their younger brother's face, willing him to go first. His face started blazing red when he got his eyes on the object. Behind him Fred and George loudly wolf-whistled. Granger's silver chain hung from the pads of his fingers.

'About time' you think, you were starting to think you'd lose the bet going on between you and Draco. Not that you'd ever tell him, of course.

"Who'd you wanna get?" Draco whispered, leaning closer to you. You looked around before answering. "I don't know. Maybe someone who probably looks super innocent but changes completely in that type of situation. You?"

He sighed, shaking his head "Anyone but pugface Parkinson." You stifled a laugh, looking up when the closet door opened and the twins passed the bag to their next victim. "I think that would would be our sweet Ms. (L/N). Careful, don't want to drop that."

Your eyes widened when you saw that the shy, rose-cheeked Neville Longbottom was the one to pick your ring. Could've been worse. "Remember, nothing happens, a shot of Firewhiskey to each of you, have fun!"

You adjusted the ring on your finger, letting yourself walk into the surprisingly spacious closet. When the door slammed shut and left the both of you alone in the dark room, you could sense Longbottom's nerves.

"Hey Longbottom." Nothing but the sound of a loud gulp. "You know, it's a school night, and I don't exactly feel like walking into McGonagall's class all hungover. It'd also take too long to brew an antidote for the headache. Do you want to walk into her class hungover?" You waited for his response patiently.

"I-uh-n-no." "Right, second question. Have you had your first kiss yet?" "I-um-no." He answer came out quicker this time, his voice sounding a little more confident. You walked to the corner he was standing in, wishing the twins hadn't taken your wand before locking you in so that you could get some light in the room.

When you found Neville, you put your hands on his shoulder, saying "Well then, you're about to have an exceptionally good one." You trailed your hands up to his jaw, making sure you wouldn't accidentally miss.

Slowly, you pulled him down to your level, taking your time to connect your lips in a nice, soft kiss. You pulled his body closer to yours and felt his hands touching your waist. You took them in yours, firmly pressing them onto your hips.

His hands started roaming around your torso, but before you could get too carried away, you pulled away. Something resembling a whine escaped Neville's throat and you grinned. "What, you liked that?" You asked teasingly. He hummed, pressing his body deeper into yours.

You pecked his lips quickly, yours arms loosely tied around his neck. "Time's up!" You heard someone yell, so you walked away from Neville and to the door that had just begun opening.

When you politely declined the offer of a big shot of Firewhiskey from the twins, wolf-whistles and cheers rung out from around the room. Neville walked out of the closet seconds after you, receiving pats on the back from his mates.

In the few seconds that he had been back in the room, his face had gained a lot of colour and he risked a glance towards you, looking down when you made eye contact.

I already won - Oliver Wood

First person p.o.v Summary: when you go to comfort Oliver after losing a game, he tells you that because of you, he's already won

"He's where!?" The twins nodded and I sighed, spinning on my heels and making my way back to the Quidditch Pitch. It was fine. Gryffindor still had a chance to win the Quidditch cup but of course, Oliver was going to overthink and bring himself down for losing the game.

When I arrived to the pitch, I immediately made my way to the Gryffindor changing rooms and showers. I hesitantly stepped into to boys' showers since I had never actually gone here without Oliver by my side. "Oli?" I called out, walking deeper into the changing rooms. "My love?" I waited for an answer but the only thing I got in return was the sound of water rippling down onto a surface.

I knocked on the wooden door of the shower which I assumed Oliver was in, starting to get worried. The sound stopped and a few moments later, the door opened, revealing a world of fog. Oliver stood with a white towel loosely hanging off his hips. Water was dripping from him from all over and his eyes were red and swollen.

"Oli, my love. Come here." He didn't say anything, walking straight into my awaiting arms. We stayed there for a moment, hugging each other tightly, and soon enough, he lifted me off the ground and into the air. He kept me in his arms for a while, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, accepting the fact that I wasn't going to meet the ground in a while.

When he finally put me down, I led him to one of the couches in the changing room and sat him down. I followed, taking a seat on his laps and leaning down to kiss him softly. His hands made their way to my waist, pulling me closer against him and I breathed out in pleasure. "You know, you guys are probably still going to win, you don't have to stress over this. I don't like seeing you stressed."

"I've already won." "Wha-" "I've got the best person in the world over here with me. Who supports me, focuses on the good in me and knows the bad but accepts it either way. Who helps me with my homework because even though Quidditch is what I love to do, I want to get good grades and make me mum happy. A person who I love more than Quidditch- more than life itself and who loves me back. Or so I hope. I don't think I could ask for anything else."

Oliver laughed, drawing shapes on my exposed skin with his finger. "A person who doesn't mind if I spend too much time on the Quidditch Pitch and comes to watch my practices and games. A person who doesn't mind coming into the changing rooms with me after a practice or game to get- well I'll keep this classy, intimate- even though I'm all sweaty and anyone could walk in. A person who will sneak into the showers with me and make me smile. A person who I can be with even in just a towel and nothing else underneath. A person I try to be the best version of myself for."

"Oli I-I don't really know what to see. My brain might need a moment to process all of that. I love you, you know I do. And I'll be with you 'til the end of the line. The both of us against the world."

"The both of us against the world. I'd like that."

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