Happy holidays, angela_snape! -- Change of Venue [HP]
Title: Change of Venue
Author: sassy_cissa
Recipient: angela_snape
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters or Pairing: Bill/Neville
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Neville finds change is a good thing.
Notes: Angela, I hope you like this. Special hugs to J for the help and speedy beta. ♥
Neville looked at the parchment in his hand, slowly reading the neat script again:
Mr. Longbottom,
As Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I am pleased to offer you the position of Herbology Professor to begin at the start of term in six weeks. I apologize for the short notice, but I hope that you nevertheless will consider my offer. I look forward hearing from you soon.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress
Neville looked out the window and smiled. The seasons were changing and perhaps it was time to make some changes in his life. Change could be good.
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Bill glanced nervously up and down the head table, wondering again how he'd been talked into coming to Hogwarts to teach this year. His glance stopped on a tall, lanky man whose brown eyes locked with Bill's, and Bill saw his own apprehension mirrored there.
Bill gave a small nod, and felt his pulse race when the nod was returned. He mentally chided himself when he felt a blush rise to his face, and he looked down. It had been some time since a glance had made him feel special, wanted, desired. And truth be told, he’d missed it.
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Was Bill single? Neville wondered. He knew Bill dated both sexes and had nearly married Fleur, and he found himself frequently contemplating Bill’s status.
At each staff meeting, Neville moved closer to Bill while attempting not to stare at the sinewy forearms that came from years of dragon taming and the sturdy thighs that no doubt were the result of riding a broom. When Headmistress McGonagall asked Neville why he was smiling, he stammered in reply. There was no way he could tell Minerva that he'd been caught dreaming of finding out personally just how toned those thighs really were.
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As Christmas grew close, Bill found that he was having dreams like a sex-hungry teenager, and in those dreams he was often brought to a spectacular climax by large, square, freshly scrubbed hands that held the scent of earth on them.
Bill sat at the head table, his head cradled in his hands. He felt a touch on his shoulder and looked up into the brown eyes that had been in his dreams for weeks.
"Can I help?" Neville asked softly.
Bill quickly made a decision. "Would you join me for dinner tonight in Hogsmead?"
Neville smiled widely and nodded.
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One date led to another, and soon Bill and Neville were a couple. Their friends and family approved and now, almost one year since their first date, Neville stood with Bill at his side as they became bonded for life.
As golden strands circled their joined hands, they looked at Headmistress McGonagall and smiled.
Later that night, as they lay sated and content, Neville could only laugh when Bill mentioned that Minerva's eyes had begun to twinkle lately - just like the old Headmaster's, and they wondered just how much of a part she had played in bringing them together.
~finis~
Author: sassy_cissa
Recipient: angela_snape
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters or Pairing: Bill/Neville
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Neville finds change is a good thing.
Notes: Angela, I hope you like this. Special hugs to J for the help and speedy beta. ♥
Neville looked at the parchment in his hand, slowly reading the neat script again:
Mr. Longbottom,
As Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I am pleased to offer you the position of Herbology Professor to begin at the start of term in six weeks. I apologize for the short notice, but I hope that you nevertheless will consider my offer. I look forward hearing from you soon.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress
Neville looked out the window and smiled. The seasons were changing and perhaps it was time to make some changes in his life. Change could be good.
@@@@@@
Bill glanced nervously up and down the head table, wondering again how he'd been talked into coming to Hogwarts to teach this year. His glance stopped on a tall, lanky man whose brown eyes locked with Bill's, and Bill saw his own apprehension mirrored there.
Bill gave a small nod, and felt his pulse race when the nod was returned. He mentally chided himself when he felt a blush rise to his face, and he looked down. It had been some time since a glance had made him feel special, wanted, desired. And truth be told, he’d missed it.
@@@@@@
Was Bill single? Neville wondered. He knew Bill dated both sexes and had nearly married Fleur, and he found himself frequently contemplating Bill’s status.
At each staff meeting, Neville moved closer to Bill while attempting not to stare at the sinewy forearms that came from years of dragon taming and the sturdy thighs that no doubt were the result of riding a broom. When Headmistress McGonagall asked Neville why he was smiling, he stammered in reply. There was no way he could tell Minerva that he'd been caught dreaming of finding out personally just how toned those thighs really were.
@@@@@@
As Christmas grew close, Bill found that he was having dreams like a sex-hungry teenager, and in those dreams he was often brought to a spectacular climax by large, square, freshly scrubbed hands that held the scent of earth on them.
Bill sat at the head table, his head cradled in his hands. He felt a touch on his shoulder and looked up into the brown eyes that had been in his dreams for weeks.
"Can I help?" Neville asked softly.
Bill quickly made a decision. "Would you join me for dinner tonight in Hogsmead?"
Neville smiled widely and nodded.
@@@@@@
One date led to another, and soon Bill and Neville were a couple. Their friends and family approved and now, almost one year since their first date, Neville stood with Bill at his side as they became bonded for life.
As golden strands circled their joined hands, they looked at Headmistress McGonagall and smiled.
Later that night, as they lay sated and content, Neville could only laugh when Bill mentioned that Minerva's eyes had begun to twinkle lately - just like the old Headmaster's, and they wondered just how much of a part she had played in bringing them together.
~finis~