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pairing: neville longbottom x fem!reader word count: 4.2k tags: rated M, eighth year, house-neutral reader, established relationship, sexually suggestive but nothing outright explicit, lots of fluff and mushy lovey-dovey feelings, no Y/N used summary: neville’s roommates find you in his bed after your first time together. note: wow my first time posting fanfic on tumblr! i’ve been sitting on this one for a while and finally decided to say fuck it and release it into the wild. enjoy and thanks for reading! (edited 7/6/24) (cross-posted here to AO3)

“Dean and Seamus are pulling an all-nighter down in Hufflepuff with Ernie to finish their Charms essay,” Neville said.

You only hummed in response.

The majority of your attention was trained on the bookshelf in front of you. You’d been struggling with your latest translation assignment from Professor Babbling, and for as vast and well stocked as the Hogwarts library was, you couldn’t seem to find a proper book on the proto-Germanic phonology of Elder Futhark for the life of you. All the head tilting and squinting at small text was starting to grate on your nerves, and, not for the first time, you were questioning your own sanity for ever thinking that pursuing a N.E.W.T. in Ancient Runes was a good idea.

“And Harry’s still in London meeting with the Minister.”

You paused, your hand poised over the spine of a rather serious-looking tome titled Runic Inscriptions of the First Century, and glanced over at your boyfriend.

Neville hovered next to you, as he had been since the two of you entered the library together, but only now did you notice the nervous way he shifted his weight and twiddled with the strap of your bag currently slung over his shoulder.

“…And Ron always stays with Hermione on the weekends,” he added after a few beats of silence.

You raised an eyebrow. “Okay?”

Neville only chewed on his bottom lip, failing to elaborate any further. You could tell there was something else he wanted to say, but he clearly needed some prodding to spit it out.

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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.