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HP - [This is Where Your Dream Begins]
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Right, so, now that the RPS wave is dying off, I am dealing with back catalogue. I promisedstupidtrucks -- Neville, spring, purple, run -- with optional Slytherin pairing.
Harry Potter
Neville/Optional Slytherin Pairing
HBP vague
[This is Where Your Dream Begins]
The lake is always at its clearest after it rains, so this is when Neville does his own herbological explorations, wrapped in a thick jumper, warm trousers, and his Gryffindor scarf, because it's easy to get sick in the spring by mistaking the brightness of the sky for anything approaching warmth.
In Neville's hands he carries a net, and on his feet he wears his wellies. Originally a gift from Hermione in their second year to make up for petrifying him, Neville's wellingtons are the indeterminate grey of something stretched thin to last year after year. Neville isn't interested in impressing anyone with his habiliment though, and as long his shoes keep his feet dry and free of muddy lake inhabitants, he's fine.
His steps are tentative, not out of fear, but because Neville wouldn't like it if some giant came crashing into his lake and disrupted everything either. Neville is nothing if not solicitous. Luna says that's one of the very good things about him, but he knows she's prone to mixing up solicitous and totally tactless, so he just smiles when she says this and goes back to his Charms assignments.
He's been spending lots of time with Luna this year, not because they've becoming "involved" but because he likes Luna's honesty, and he likes talking about the DA with her. The other members of the DA don't seem as interested in reliving old times, but Neville doesn't mind. He's spent so much of his life rehashing the past that at this point it's pretty much required.
Neville's footing slips on the purple algae on the floor of the lake, and he stumbles slightly, using the net to keep his balance, and apologising to the little pink Emceeescher fish that he startles.
The fish shimmer and swirl in groups, forming symbols and numbers that Neville's not quite good enough in Arithmancy to figure out without parchment and quill. He watches them for several moments, crouching down to see their scales shimmer from pink to blue to purple and back as they complete equation after equation in the water. Eventually, Neville's knees start to ache, and he stands up and moves on.
It's early in the morning, and most people are still at breakfast, but Neville woke up in the middle of the night, when it stopped raining, and he set a little reminder to wake up early so he could have the time to himself. Neville doesn't consider himself a morning person, but he and Luna have found that it's easier to meet and practise their hexes when the entire school isn’t out and about. Plus, the Room of Requirement has been occupied quite frequently as of late, so they've had to become more resourceful.
This morning isn't about the DA, or Luna, it's just about Neville and the sort of dewy dampness that makes Neville's skin feel soft when he rubs at his jaw. He missed an area shaving this morning, and he crouches down to study a few lily pads that are hovering around his ankles.
There's a toad occupying one of the lily pads that looks nothing like Trevor, and Neville and the toad eye each other curiously for several seconds.
"Is the toad telling you all his deepest secrets?" a voice queries.
Neville had no idea that he had company, and when his balance wavers, he winds up on his knees in the lake. The voice, male and scratchy with adolescent hormones, carries on. "Has he been fancying you from afar?"
The knees of Neville's trousers are soaked, and the coldness that he's done so much to keep at bay begins to seep in. "Didn't anyone ever tell you its rude to sneak up on people?" he says casting an irritable glance at the riverbank, only to take a second look when the house colors of his companion turn out to contain green.
For a moment, Neville thought the toad was speaking to him and was about to ask for a kiss, but this may be even more odd. Slytherins do not fraternise with Neville; Neville does not fraternise with Slytherins.
"I didn't realise I'd been sneaking, should I have been stomping through the leaves and announcing my arrival at the top of my lungs?"
"I thought that's what all Slytherins did." Neville's voice is quite matter-of-fact, it only quavers slightly, and he feels as though he should be less bold, but this is his spot by the lake, and his trousers are wet. He gets to his feet carefully, his trousers clinging to his knees, water running down inside his wellies. This does not make him happy.
"Have you come to torment me in all my wet glory?" Neville asks with something close to resignation, eying the boy warily. "Is this your new plan of evil?"
Neville only knows Theodore Nott by name and sight, as it's rather difficult for Neville not to notice Nott's impeccable attire or his slightly disquieting features. Boys don't have eyes or mouths like Theodore Nott does. He's too pretty, or he would be if Neville found Slytherins attractive, but he doesn't, because Slytherins are the enemy. He's told Luna this eighteen times by her count.
"I could be here to save you, for all you know," Nott mocks with a quirking tilt at the corners of his mouth. "It might behoove you to be nicer to me."
"If I have to be saved by a Slytherin then it's already too late," Neville snorts, making his way to the shore cautiously, using the mouth of his net as a cane.
The roots of a fallen tree are stretching out into the lake, and somehow Neville's net gets caught in the roots and he pitches forward. It's classic Neville, except for the part where he's caught by Theodore Nott.
Nott's blue eyes are even more disconcerting from up-close, and he has freckles dotting his features just like Neville, except he's nothing like Neville at all. For starters, he hasn't just kneeled in the lake.
Nott wrinkles his brow at Neville's completely nonplussed expression. "You really are this clumsy, aren't you?" Nott says with exasperation, before setting Neville back on his feet. "I thought you were having me on."
"Why would I be having you on?" Neville's mind is in panic mode, trying to make certain that he's not being attacked by brains and that his nose is still in one piece. "And you -– you saved me."
Nott makes a scoffing noise, releasing his hold on Neville and stepping away, but not fully. "We're not all out to get you –- your house is full of neurotic megalomaniacs."
Neville stiffens. "Better than being in a house of backstabbing sycophants," he says defensively. He has no idea what a sycophant is, but he heard Hermione use this word to describe some girl who fancies Harry and it seems like a bad thing. Neville's not expecting Nott to smile.
"Touché" Nott says, waving his wand and drying Neville's trousers, all before Neville's realised that Nott isn't attacking him. "Shall we?" Nott says motioning towards the castle and ignoring the wand Neville's pointing at his chest.
Neville doesn't even have to pretend to be confused. "Accio net," he says, still trying to figure out Theodore Nott's angle.
"You want me to come with you, to breakfast?" Neville asks as Nott walks away.
"Are we not speaking the same language?" Nott tosses back without turning around. His black hair shines in the spring sun, and Neville can barely make out the tiny patch of bare skin above Nott's shirt collar.
"But you’re a Slytherin!" Neville reminds him.
Nott pause at this and turns around. "I'm not going to attack you en route to breakfast, Longbottom," he says wryly. "I don't work well on an empty stomach."
Nott's straightforward manner takes Neville slightly off guard. "Oh, uh, all right," he capitulates under Nott's unwavering gaze, picking up the net and setting off, the grass slick under the rubber soles of his wellies.
Nott waits until Neville's caught up before he carries on. "As I was saying, I don't attack people when I'm hungry."
Neville's only slightly unnerved by his own laugh.
Nott just raises an eyebrow. "Besides, I only bite if you ask nicely."
Neville drops his net again at this revelation. "Oh," he says as Nott walks on without him. "Oh."
-end-
meret, barely_bean and ranalore!!moonythestrals drew some rather fantabulous art for The Incredibly True Adventures of Four Stars, Two Actors in Love and One Gay Landmark. Go here and marvel. ethrosdemon is writing me Five Fucks that George Clooney Never Had. One of them is SARK! *Is so fucking gleeful. * Right, so, now that the RPS wave is dying off, I am dealing with back catalogue. I promised
stupidtrucks -- Neville, spring, purple, run -- with optional Slytherin pairing.Harry Potter
Neville/Optional Slytherin Pairing
HBP vague
The lake is always at its clearest after it rains, so this is when Neville does his own herbological explorations, wrapped in a thick jumper, warm trousers, and his Gryffindor scarf, because it's easy to get sick in the spring by mistaking the brightness of the sky for anything approaching warmth.
In Neville's hands he carries a net, and on his feet he wears his wellies. Originally a gift from Hermione in their second year to make up for petrifying him, Neville's wellingtons are the indeterminate grey of something stretched thin to last year after year. Neville isn't interested in impressing anyone with his habiliment though, and as long his shoes keep his feet dry and free of muddy lake inhabitants, he's fine.
His steps are tentative, not out of fear, but because Neville wouldn't like it if some giant came crashing into his lake and disrupted everything either. Neville is nothing if not solicitous. Luna says that's one of the very good things about him, but he knows she's prone to mixing up solicitous and totally tactless, so he just smiles when she says this and goes back to his Charms assignments.
He's been spending lots of time with Luna this year, not because they've becoming "involved" but because he likes Luna's honesty, and he likes talking about the DA with her. The other members of the DA don't seem as interested in reliving old times, but Neville doesn't mind. He's spent so much of his life rehashing the past that at this point it's pretty much required.
Neville's footing slips on the purple algae on the floor of the lake, and he stumbles slightly, using the net to keep his balance, and apologising to the little pink Emceeescher fish that he startles.
The fish shimmer and swirl in groups, forming symbols and numbers that Neville's not quite good enough in Arithmancy to figure out without parchment and quill. He watches them for several moments, crouching down to see their scales shimmer from pink to blue to purple and back as they complete equation after equation in the water. Eventually, Neville's knees start to ache, and he stands up and moves on.
It's early in the morning, and most people are still at breakfast, but Neville woke up in the middle of the night, when it stopped raining, and he set a little reminder to wake up early so he could have the time to himself. Neville doesn't consider himself a morning person, but he and Luna have found that it's easier to meet and practise their hexes when the entire school isn’t out and about. Plus, the Room of Requirement has been occupied quite frequently as of late, so they've had to become more resourceful.
This morning isn't about the DA, or Luna, it's just about Neville and the sort of dewy dampness that makes Neville's skin feel soft when he rubs at his jaw. He missed an area shaving this morning, and he crouches down to study a few lily pads that are hovering around his ankles.
There's a toad occupying one of the lily pads that looks nothing like Trevor, and Neville and the toad eye each other curiously for several seconds.
"Is the toad telling you all his deepest secrets?" a voice queries.
Neville had no idea that he had company, and when his balance wavers, he winds up on his knees in the lake. The voice, male and scratchy with adolescent hormones, carries on. "Has he been fancying you from afar?"
The knees of Neville's trousers are soaked, and the coldness that he's done so much to keep at bay begins to seep in. "Didn't anyone ever tell you its rude to sneak up on people?" he says casting an irritable glance at the riverbank, only to take a second look when the house colors of his companion turn out to contain green.
For a moment, Neville thought the toad was speaking to him and was about to ask for a kiss, but this may be even more odd. Slytherins do not fraternise with Neville; Neville does not fraternise with Slytherins.
"I didn't realise I'd been sneaking, should I have been stomping through the leaves and announcing my arrival at the top of my lungs?"
"I thought that's what all Slytherins did." Neville's voice is quite matter-of-fact, it only quavers slightly, and he feels as though he should be less bold, but this is his spot by the lake, and his trousers are wet. He gets to his feet carefully, his trousers clinging to his knees, water running down inside his wellies. This does not make him happy.
"Have you come to torment me in all my wet glory?" Neville asks with something close to resignation, eying the boy warily. "Is this your new plan of evil?"
Neville only knows Theodore Nott by name and sight, as it's rather difficult for Neville not to notice Nott's impeccable attire or his slightly disquieting features. Boys don't have eyes or mouths like Theodore Nott does. He's too pretty, or he would be if Neville found Slytherins attractive, but he doesn't, because Slytherins are the enemy. He's told Luna this eighteen times by her count.
"I could be here to save you, for all you know," Nott mocks with a quirking tilt at the corners of his mouth. "It might behoove you to be nicer to me."
"If I have to be saved by a Slytherin then it's already too late," Neville snorts, making his way to the shore cautiously, using the mouth of his net as a cane.
The roots of a fallen tree are stretching out into the lake, and somehow Neville's net gets caught in the roots and he pitches forward. It's classic Neville, except for the part where he's caught by Theodore Nott.
Nott's blue eyes are even more disconcerting from up-close, and he has freckles dotting his features just like Neville, except he's nothing like Neville at all. For starters, he hasn't just kneeled in the lake.
Nott wrinkles his brow at Neville's completely nonplussed expression. "You really are this clumsy, aren't you?" Nott says with exasperation, before setting Neville back on his feet. "I thought you were having me on."
"Why would I be having you on?" Neville's mind is in panic mode, trying to make certain that he's not being attacked by brains and that his nose is still in one piece. "And you -– you saved me."
Nott makes a scoffing noise, releasing his hold on Neville and stepping away, but not fully. "We're not all out to get you –- your house is full of neurotic megalomaniacs."
Neville stiffens. "Better than being in a house of backstabbing sycophants," he says defensively. He has no idea what a sycophant is, but he heard Hermione use this word to describe some girl who fancies Harry and it seems like a bad thing. Neville's not expecting Nott to smile.
"Touché" Nott says, waving his wand and drying Neville's trousers, all before Neville's realised that Nott isn't attacking him. "Shall we?" Nott says motioning towards the castle and ignoring the wand Neville's pointing at his chest.
Neville doesn't even have to pretend to be confused. "Accio net," he says, still trying to figure out Theodore Nott's angle.
"You want me to come with you, to breakfast?" Neville asks as Nott walks away.
"Are we not speaking the same language?" Nott tosses back without turning around. His black hair shines in the spring sun, and Neville can barely make out the tiny patch of bare skin above Nott's shirt collar.
"But you’re a Slytherin!" Neville reminds him.
Nott pause at this and turns around. "I'm not going to attack you en route to breakfast, Longbottom," he says wryly. "I don't work well on an empty stomach."
Nott's straightforward manner takes Neville slightly off guard. "Oh, uh, all right," he capitulates under Nott's unwavering gaze, picking up the net and setting off, the grass slick under the rubber soles of his wellies.
Nott waits until Neville's caught up before he carries on. "As I was saying, I don't attack people when I'm hungry."
Neville's only slightly unnerved by his own laugh.
Nott just raises an eyebrow. "Besides, I only bite if you ask nicely."
Neville drops his net again at this revelation. "Oh," he says as Nott walks on without him. "Oh."
-end-
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Ha. That's the funniest thing I've heard all day.
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