LONGBOTTOMS RESIDANCE. NEVILLES BEDROOM.

the next morning was bliss. Neville awoke first, his arms wrapped around one of y/n's arm as she softly snored. He stirred, shifting his body as the hardback book he fell asleep with last night stabbed into his back. the brunette sat up and headed to the bathroom, splashed his face with cold water & washed his dry hands before returning to his room.

y/n was perched at his desk, avoiding the pencils scattered, the mugs abandoned, tea stains, but gazed at Trevor's toad cage, poking at the window, as her head tilted when Trevor would leap towards another branch underneath the warm light.

"morning," Neville spoke, closing his door behind him, y/n turned to his voice and smiled.

"morning," she responded, getting up to her feet. "i didn't fully appreciate your room last night, i like it a lot, it really suits you," she added, with another gentle smile. Neville thanked the girl.

"i mean, its messy as you like, oh my god, let me make clean it really quick," he panicked, stomping off to his stacks of books, tidying them to shove a few undeath his bed, standing back on his feet to grab his old mugs and take them downstairs for Winnie to clean. "one second," he told.

without a thought, y/n marched to his bedsheets and began to even out the creases of his large duvet, picking up the ditched throw and neatly setting it in it proper position on the teenage boys bed, puffing his pillows out.

"what are you doing?" Neville asked, catching onto the fact, she was tidying after him, she looked up from punching out the white sheeted pillow, gazing back from him and the pillow. "you're not supposed to clean with me," his face grew a bright red, embarrassed in the idea that she believed she was supposed to clean alongside him. she was his guest for two weeks, the only room she should tidy is the guest bedroom, not his.

"oh, sorry! i didn't even realise i was," she raised her brows standing up onto the carpet, as Neville was holding onto his new freshly washed sheets, he placed them on top of the now made bed.

"its alright, look, Winnies downstairs, let me clean my room up whilst you have breakfast with her, I'm sure i wont be too long, I'm really sorry," he grimaced in embarrassment, ushering her out to the door gently.

"thank god I'm starving," she replied with a grin, leading herself downstairs to find Winnie and eventually watch as she made breakfast, having a long conversations meanwhile y/n ate.

-

"Neville could i hold Trevor whilst you get dressed?" y/n asked, dressed in an old shirt that had bleached tipped all over it from a failed attempt to get Dudley's spicy sauce from it, therefore it was lending to both Harry and Y/n to share. She matched it with her burrowed jeans, and the worn out shoes that she still had to put on downstairs.

the girl was sat on Neville's bed, picking at her flaky cuticles, looking up at the teen, a bright blue sky drifted over his head, on the ceiling. the boy removed his head from his cupboard, and turned to Trevor's cage.

He didn't nod, he just opened his cage, reaching his hands inside to try and grasp the toad, therefore y/n bounced up with a smile.

"get in, lets get the ol' loser out," she joked, standing beside Neville, still inside his pyjamas, he almost gasped, but turned to y/n with a nudge.

"don't call him that, he's sensitive" he told, reaching inside once again, finally holding onto the animal and pulled him out. y/n almost glared at him, with a small smirk, as she had Trevor passed into her hands.

"Neville, he's a frog" she mentioned, a smug smile played at her lips, as she let the words leave her tone - she knew he was a toad, she just wanted to play dumb for a while.

"Trevor would never say such things to you," Neville responded, catching onto the small running joke, closing his cage up.

"i think id shit myself if he did to be honest ," y/n caressed onto Trevor's reptile skin, with a bright smile as Neville belted a laugh for a second or two, regaining his character again.

"if you're just going to insult him give him to me-" he told with a tone of sass, that y/n puffed her cheeks at, holding her laugh, meanwhile the teenage boy reached for his pet, only for y/n to twist her body away, pulling him up to her chest.

"oi, don't touch my son," she gasped, jokingly, watching as Neville's bushy brows raised, the ends of his lips curling in more, playing to be in disbelief, which y/n grinned at.

"he's your son now? who's the dad of him huh?" he joked, folding his arms over; to which y/n could feel the fluttering sensation rush across her stomach and her heart skip a beat, her mouth curling even harder.

What a bold statement was all she could think of. Her mind boggled with the ideas of Neville carrying a child, treating them with the amount of gentleness he treated his plants, imaginative scenarios sped ran her mind of how brilliant he could been as a father. She had to take a minute to think of them next thing to say, meanwhile her heart thumped inside of her chest.

"Neville let's not argue in front of the kids," she told, pulling one of her hands away from the toad. "he's getting away!" she bellowed, when the smaller creature bounced away from her hands in her distracted state, attempting to reach him mid air.

"well don't let him!" Neville easily panicked, jumping after his pet, who dived behind the teenage girl. "YN WHERE IS HE?" he screamed as he crawled against the floor.

"he's under the bed calm down" she told in her calm manner, watching as he had caught Trevor, getting back onto his knees with a shake at his head, passing him over once more, looking down at her.

"go and take him into your room, i wont be too long," he told, eyeballing the nod she gave, looking back up to his taller frame, which still held his fond smile.

His face was so gentle, even viewing it up close you couldn't notice any wrinkles at his slightly freckled face. she could only make note of the small bump in his nose, from previously snapping it last year, and the small dents between his brows, after so many hours of concentration that left its permanent mark. his brightly lit p face, slowly washed over with pink, confusing the teens as they looked up to the ceiling - covered in a beautiful sunset infused with gorgeous tones of pink, oranges and purples.

-

it took Neville roughly 10 minutes to be dressed, entering y/n's room wearing creme trousers, a white long sleeved button up and a brown knitted vest jumper, with his oversized black jacket. The two headed downstairs to grab their shoes, Neville retrieved the money for the market they were off to.

they left the home with both wands in their pockets, for emergencies due to the rising terrorist attacks on muggle homes and the families inside. Augusta was nervous about sending them to the market, y/n heard Neville convincing her to allow them during breakfast whilst in another room - she believed it was close to an argument, and they had almost settled on staying in for the day, but Augusta changed her mind, whispering to allow them to take their wands.

the journey there was a cold one, and it had both of their teeth chattering. y/n complained about it after finishing a topic, she had to pause a conversation once the sensation of pins and needles pinching at her fingertips, with her hands hidden under the sleeves of her large coat, she grabbed onto her fingers as an attempted to prevent the pain.

"your hands cold?" Neville questioned with a curious tone leaving his tongue.

"no i'm getting really bad tingles," she told, stretching out her fingers and shaking them, realising it only made it worse and audibly winced at the pain.

"let me message them," he told. reaching for her fingertips and gently rubbed against her knuckles and the back of her palms, the sensation lifting after most a minute of those repeated movements. "better?" he asked.

"yup," y/n responded, the feeling of butterflies jumping in her stomach again, staring at their hands touching, she smiled up at the boy as she linked her hand with his own abruptly. "lets keep walking," she stated, pulling Neville beside her, with their hands interlocked.

The market seemed deserted, with only few muggles roaming past the stalls that were mostly filled with fresh fruits and vegetables, or plant seeds, even toys made for children to whine to their parents all day about and beg for a gadget that wouldn't even last until they got home.

with their hands still grasping onto each other, they headed over to the vegetables stall, picking the foods they required for the cashier to bag and and hand over to the teens, therefore they handed over the money and continued to look around, where y/n caught glimpses of art stalls, flowers being bargained for and clothes on show.

"ah nev, d'you reckon they sells cigarettes here," y/n suggested when walking past a muggle with a cigarette sat in between his lips, about to ignite the end.

"well not that i know of," Neville looked down to her, watching as y/n cursed under her breath.

they marched past the art stalls after gazing at the majority of the works that sat there, gawking at the precious details that their magical hands could never achieve. they strode past a small kids ride with parents encouraging smiles, they move past a stall where they look at multiple genres of books and just before they leave y/n glances at the small arrangement of cigarettes, baccy and rizla paper.

"you liar," y/n immediately said, pulling Neville by his hand and pointed to the stash of tobacco substances. "look they have some over there," she told, Neville peered over her shoulder to understand her frustration.

"oh, never recognised it then," he mentioned until he stared down to her and noticed how keen she was. "c'mon, you cant get any y/n, you need to get this nicotine addiction out of the window." he told her sternly, squeezing at her hand when she groaned.

"Neville at least let me buy a single one, i wont buy a packet ill ask how much one is," she begged, using both of her hands to grip onto his as a plead. "please," she closed her eyes as she begged.

"im really sorry y/n, but you cant," he told her calmly, holding onto both of her hands as she sighed heavily. "look we just need apples, pears, fudge...then we can go home, ill buy you some mints to chew on, if that'll help?" he asked, watching her droopy head nod.

"mhmm, thank you,"

"good job,"

they travelled to their last stall with a variety of different fruits they could choose from, that was until y/n's feet started tingling again, the pain reaching up all the nerves inside of her heel and big toe, which she evidently tried to walk off, until a sharp pain rushed through a bone and she had to rest.

"ah Neville can we sit down my feet are hurting," she asked, lifting her prickling feet, Neville looked at her oddly with her bag his his free hand, muggles stepped beside them, avoiding the scene.

"yeah, what happened?" he asked softly.

"I'm getting really bad pins n needles again," she said, he looked up.

"go to that bench over there," he pointed beside them, with the empty bench, they both head over as y/n immediately sat down and ripped her shoe off, Neville stood in front and watched. y/n really stretched her toes out but winced due to how bad she has the pins and needles. "are your shoes too tiny for you?" Neville asked naturally.

"no, i think its the withdrawal symptoms Hagrid was talking about, he said that ill get really tingly hands and feet after two days of not smoking," y/n mentioned, stretching her leg out and allowed her toes to stretch underneath her grey socks. "also coughing, irritation, headaches, stuff like that," she added, holding onto the underneath of the bench, brushing her hair out of her face before gazing up to Neville. "where's the next stall you need to be?" she asked.

"its just opposite us," he pointed behind him at the large stall that had a small queue of muggles, waiting for their fruits.

"oh, well go get what you need I'll sit here for a bit," she smiled up to him in reassurance, he copied, but with a worried look across his eyes before turning on his heal and joined into the queue.

y/n sat pressing her thumb in circular motions against her foot, soothing and rubbing all the stinging feels away. the back of her arm hair sat up, with the sensation of eyes prickling onto her, she sat up and looked to her side, where a man wearing a grey tracksuit, with his hood up and hands in his pockets had suddenly turned away, to which y/n gave him an odd look.

y/n slid her show right back on, with the small tingling remaining in her feet she walked to Neville who had just retrieved his bag and looping her arm with his, not noticing the puzzled expression painted across his face.

"some mans been staring at me whilst you were gone," she immediately told, she looked in front as Neville's brows furrowed quickly.

"where?" he asked, as y/n grabbed onto one of the bags he was holding onto, looking behind to see the man was staring again.

"the guy in a tracksuit," she told, to which Neville saw as they walked away, noticing the man had finally turned away. "reckon they're just a muggle?" she asked, looking at his evil eyed face.

"not sure, got your wand on you?" he asked, his eyes still remained on the odd stranger.

"yeah, you?" she responded, he looked back at her, drifting his lopped arm to intertwine their hands, as he gave her a small smile.

"yeah, hold onto it just in case," he nodded.

Neville would look behind him very often throughout the market, allowing y/n to search her surroundings on the way back to their home, through all of the muggle homes - their arms swung slightly on their trip back to his house.

dinner was already sizzling on the stoves inside of the kitchen, chopped ingredients left aside for Winnie to use in further instructions. Neville and y/n told each other not to mention the guy in his tracksuit to Augusta as she already didn't want the teens to leave to visit the market. Neville offered his grandmother a kiss on the cheek before being informed of how long until dinner, allowing them to head upstairs.

after eating together and chatting about school as well as what they saw around the market, to which they mentioned art supplies and the books they seemed to want to pick up but didn't eventually.

y/n told Neville not to enter the guest bedroom as she would be constructing his Christmas present, she informed the boy that he was not come inside until at least tomorrow, Christmas day. He travelled inside of his room, as she sat down against the desk, pulling out multiple objects from her backpack, alongside the grey basket that sat up right at the bottom of it.

she placed it down, with I put some bath foam sat at the back, a new scarf bundled in front with a special notebook that was to be opened with a certain charm, that she had placed whilst at Hogwarts due to the legalisation of underage wizardry outside of school. a variety of chocolates with blood sucking lollipops and finally a new handmade bracelet she made sat o the scarf just at the front.

she finally tweaked at the way it all sat before wrapping the basket in clear wrapping, adding a bow she had off a previous present and tied it all up, whispering to Winnie who was sweeping inside of the hallway, and requested to tuck it underneath the stairs, to which Winnie smiled and nodded at, almost sprinting downstairs.

-

"Y/n," Neville's soft voice rung inside of y/n's ears. She flickered her eyes open to see Neville seated at the edge of her bed, looking as if he'd only woken up 15 minutes ago, gazing down to the tired teen. "Come on its Christmas, we have presents downstairs," he exclaimed, y/n rubbed her eyes silently, Neville helped get her up from the bed.

"'M hungry," she mumbled, running at her eyes again, Neville chuckled.

"You'll get breakfast in a minute, Winnie's preparing it with Gran but come on we have presents," he told, she opened her eyes and smiled to the boy, him taking the lead downstairs and towards the living room where Neville's grandmother sat in the sofa reading her Prophet.

"Morning sleepyheads, I thought you'd both wake up a bit earlier," she announced, pointing to the presents with her wand lightly. "Go on," she told them, placing down her prophet to watch the teens giddily race themselves to the wrapped up objects.

Y/n firstly held up Mrs. Weasley present and messily ripped open the paper material, pulling out not one, but two jumpers. She unfolded a blue jumper which had the first initial of her name but also a dark red one with the letter 'N' across the front, a smile beamed across her face.

"Molly gave you one as well Neville," y/n announced, passing over the cotton material to her best friend, watching as he was gazing at the present y/n had gotten for him. "I put some blood sucking lollies, some bath foam, a new scarf because I keep burrowing yours, some chocolates, another bracelet I made and a little notebook, which can actually be unlocked and locked by charms, I did that myself," y/n said, Neville looked at all the items she pointed up neatly displayed inside of the white basket, including a card that shows the instructions to open the notebook.

"that's so cool, thank you," he hugged her shoulders lightly, pulling away to place down the hamper and pick up another present which seemed to be from his Grandmother, a new throw he could drape over his bed, he enjoyed the material and gave a kiss to his Grandmothers cheek.

Y/n saw a large present and unwrapped it, she pulled out a plain mug, some pens and a new pair of shoes (large snowy white boots) which y/n's eyes widened at. She and Harry never got a brand new out of the box pair of shoes before, and it was such a delight for what seemed to Neville grandmother had bought her.

"Oh wow! Thank you so much!" Y/n almost screamed, walking over to Mrs. Longbottom and gave the woman a huge hug, to her surprise.

She sat back down to open up a smaller present which she read to be from Neville, and to her delight she saw more muggle money placed over a pile of winter and summer clothes, it took y/n by surprise on how much clothes she was given she felt like an elf being freed from their masters.

Winnie came out when the teens had given their presents toward Mrs. Longbottom, Neville had bought the old lady a new pair of pearl earrings and a long green coat which she seemed to adore. Y/n handed over two new hats, one was a muggle purple beret as well as a classic witches hat which gave a slight point at the top. Neville's grandmother was delighted with her presents, handing them both a hug.

Winnie placed bowls of porridge at the Longbottom's dining table, the teens hungrily chewing it down, the elf later took out the bowls to clean up as they piled their presents up, chucking them in their rooms and changing to go adventure outside in the grass and plant some of the out grown plants from Neville's room.

Neville wore his new Weasley jumper with y/n's new scarf wrapped around his neck, also engulfing his hands with grey gardening gloves, blue jeans. Y/n came out in, her new Weasley jumper alongside her new jeans that Neville bought her which wrapped around her thighs perfectly. both teens had their jeans rolled p their shins and the sleeves of their jumpers rolled up

They ran outside, embracing the bitter weather as the teens with the two big plants Neville was read to transport into the garden as y/n held onto four other plants ready to be plotted into the floor. the teens marched to the end of the garden where rows of multiple flowers and wizardry plants stood.

Neville headed towards his wooden shed, throwing a bag of soil over his shoulder and filled a watering can inside of the kitchen, meanwhile y/n gazed at the already plotted plants to pass time, gazing at the built in bird fountain that had water trickling out from the statues mouth.

they had managed to plant all of the much needed herbs into the garden, patting its areas with the soil that Neville filled and y/n compressed tenderly, watering after them as Neville would start to dig up a new area for the next pot, repeating the process.

as y/n waited for Neville to bury up the surface of the grass, making it a reasonable size for the pot, the girl had noticed some odd outgrown clovers that sat in the grown and suddenly grew fixated on a more out of place clover. she tucked her fingers behind its leaves and gasped at the four-leaved clover that sat in her hands.

"Neville I found a four leaved clover! look!" she excitedly announced, crawling over to Neville as he looked over and beamed at it too, holding his dirty hand out and lightly held it up to the sunlight.

"d'you know the 4 leafed clover isn't actually just a sign on good luck, in many cultures its also seen as a symbol of fortune and wealth for example the kazuhans. they believed-" the boy rambled, staring at the leaves and with his dirt filled fingers, he'd point at it. but y/n wasn't looking at the clover ; she was looking at him. "so yeah, but that's all I really know about the clover so who knows maybe it will bring us more than just some luck huh... oh yeah! and obviously its a wild flower," he added, holding the cover down, turning to y/n who attempted to turn away, and look at the green plant, taking note of the short pause he created.

"you're kinda like a wild flower you know? you're very...out going and bright, and you stay going even when you're like really crowded with hard stuff...and you're lucky! so its really cool this fell into your hands!" he beamed at the girl, as she stared back at him, returning a small smile. "well you're lucky to me anyways," he shrugged, chewing inside of his cheek.

y/n's chest felt like it was pounding against her ribcage, butterflies twirled inside of her stomach. her eyes glanced at his fond green ones, that tracked back to her own, sighing in hopes to brush off the adrenaline for complimenting her.

the words "lucky" repeated constantly through her mind as her mouth curled leisurely. her mouth wasn't the only things lost for words, but her eyes too. her fingers shook in excitement, her toes curled at the replaying sensation of fluttering in her stomach. She gulped before she properly gave the boy a wide smile, finally understanding how brilliant it felt to own the feelings bursting inside of her chest.

in conclusion, she was safe. being around Neville had made her fall, she doesn't know when it happened, but in that moment she realised that this boy was nothing compared to Fred, since he spoke the most deep rooted feelings he felt, he would speak and only provide comfort to her. no moment was dull with him.

she knew that the way her heart was thumping in her chest made her breathe heavily but she smiled to brightly to him that he returned, gazing so comfortingly into her eyes, still having hold of the clover between his fingers as she fully grasped how wonderful this boy was.

Neville looked up to the top of y/n's head before flicking the lucky clover on top of her hair, which she reached to grab, only pushing it into her hair more, causing Neville to chuckle loudly. he continued laughing as y/n grew more difficulty in trying to retrieve the clover before she huffed, noticing the abandoned dirt on the side from the digging, that she quickly grabbed a handful of.

"aw come here," she grinned, getting up from her squatted position. Neville noticed the fist-full of dirt, causing him to bounce right up to his feet an sprint away.

"get away from me!" he screeched, looking back at y/n how was only chasing after him across the garden. "i know what you're gonna do!" he yelled, sprinting in a corner, looking back to her jogging after him with a devilish grin.

"what do you mean darling?" she joked, noticing him sprint faster around the corner.

"YOU HAVE DIRT IN YOUR HAND LEAVE ME ALONE!" he cried with laughter, jumping over a trail of flowers, which y/n copied, as Neville jumped over the flower bed again, y/n mirrored.

"what do you mean? come here, let me kiss your cheek!" she yelled after him, but he continued to sprint, jogging around a tree, which backfired on him.

y/n switched the direction she was going in and abruptly faced in front of Neville on the other side of the tree, as he yelped, covering his face as he breathlessly giggled, feeling y/n slide her hands under his hands, tucking his neck in to try move away from the dirt.

he quit this movement when the feeling his her lips pecked at his cheek, smothering him as her other hand smearing the mud across his cheek to his jaw, moving her face away as she slapped it across his kissed cheek.

he gasped as the girl turned on her heel at an increased speed. Neville rapidly reached for her arm to turn her around, before he tripped over his own ankle and plummeted into her, both tumbled to the ground together, where Neville could finally spread dirt across her face in revenge.

YIPPEEE UPDATE

i had to write this chapter from scratch lol, but next chapter is gonna be back on the plot :(

pls ignore any mistakes im tired, hungover and revising leave me alone fanks xx