Harry Potter fic: Never, Ever (various het pairings, SPOILERS)
Wrote it this afternoon. Never written any of these kids before. Don't know where it came from. Probably my need to be hopelessly romantic from time to time. Ignore at will.
Title: Never, Ever
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Neville/Luna
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Just three quick snippets, immediately post the last chapter of Deathly Hallows. Fluff. SPOILERS. 1500 words.
Note: For alissabobissa, but I'd welcome anybody else with a jones for something light this weekend.
Never, Ever
Ginny hugged him as soon as she got close enough to get her hands on him, and it hurt. Bleeding hell, the girl was strong.
She dragged him into one of the empty classrooms, and he didn't know what he was expecting-tears or some rather frantic and sloppy snogging. But instead, she pointed her wand at him, and he went wide-eyed as he waited for the spell to come out of her mouth: silencio.
She might've just asked. He hoped his eyes could tell her that, but, really, they were mostly telling her she was scaring the fuck out of him, with her green eyes narrowed and her voice firm.
"Just so you know," she said, "now that it's over… I didn't have to be protected. I really, really didn't, Harry. If I wasn't the strongest girl you know, I would have either broken you in half or locked you up in the downstairs closet at the Burrow months ago." Her breath came out in a rush, and she added, quieter, "Just so you know."
He raised his eyebrows, and she took the spell off with a flick of her wand and crossed her arms. He tried to look at her seriously-he had heard her, all right; and it wasn't like he hadn't expected her to be…miffed at him-but his lips curled into a smile. He couldn't stop looking at her, thinking about what they'd done a couple of times in that downstairs closet.
Her face turned Gryffindor scarlet. It was fucking fantastic. Merlin, had he missed her.
"Harry," she said, warningly as he stepped up to her and slid his arms around her.
"If I promise to never forget," he said in her ear, voice a hushed, deep whisper, "never, ever again, can we do that last thing you mentioned?"
She smiled against his jaw, then she hugged him again, perhaps threatening to do the other thing she mentioned.
"I was so worried, you stupid git," she said, her voice cracking with a sob.
"Me, too," he said. His throat was too tight for anything else.
*****
Luna never quite seemed to walk on the ground or even notice the world around her. He found that strangely relaxing. He didn't think he wanted her or anything like that; she was just interesting. She didn't pretend to be anything she wasn't, and she didn't give a damn about what people thought of her. He admired that a lot. All in all, she seemed like an eccentric but stable person, impervious in a way he had only begun to learn to be in these last months fighting here. He didn't forget for a moment, though, that she saw everything and felt everything and could cast minor hexes on a bloke just as well as the next 17-year-old girl, given… well, given the slightest provocation.
He thought him kissing her out of the blue might have been enough.
Assorted Gryffindors still lingering in the castle, unsure of where to go now and what to do, had fallen into a heap in their common room. No one knew quite how to come down from it and go to sleep, but they'd grown so bone weary they had finally ceased telling and retelling the stories. Everyone had seen it with their own two eyes. It was enough to meet a person's gaze from across the room and smile the kind of smile that went deep into your heart and just opened it wide.
Not to say there weren't still nerves. It wasn't until after Neville had wielded that sword, done what he did, that he realized he would never, ever have imagined himself capable. It rattled him more than he would have liked to admit. He lay there in the common room, thinking about how six years ago, he would have laughed in your face if you'd told him he would be the one to help defeat He Who-
"Voldemort," he said.
Luna's head came up off his shoulder. "What?"
"I'm not scared of saying his name."
She smiled, "Of course you're not. Nobody is anymore."
Her eyes were inquisitive and waiting; her lips were horribly pink and soft-looking, and he turned his head down and caught them in a kiss.
When he pulled back, he swallowed hard, but her face was lit in that looney smile of hers. He wasn't afraid to say that, either, at least to himself now. She was a little looney, and he thought that was just exactly what he needed.
"Neville," she said, turning until she'd planted herself in his lap, arms draped around his neck. "I like you like this."
"Like what?" He thought she would say brave or strong or something else to do with him being able to-was it possible he'd actually done it?-chop off that snake's head.
But she just smiled and said, "Sure. Of yourself. Sure."
He leaned his head back against the wall, a grin spreading over his face. It quickly turned to an open-mouthed sigh as her teeth scraped quick and nipping at his neck before she commenced to give him what he knew would be a world-class hickey.
*****
The grass was stiff and poking the back of his neck, and there were people swirling out over the grounds, singing and drinking. He didn't see how they had the energy.
He kept finding his vision traveling back from the stars to the ground and her. All he could really feel in the world was Hermione's thumb traveling a light path up over the side of his.
He couldn't let go of her. He didn't have to.
They had stopped snogging a while ago and started talking. He didn't know how it was possible, but they had so much to talk about, despite being together every waking moment for weeks. And they weren't even talking about their…relationship. It was what it was. He just felt it.
His heart turned over in his chest. He never, ever thought something like this could make him so fucking happy.
He watched her lips in profile as she spoke her words up toward the sky.
"I still don't know how you could speak parseltongue, Ronald."
He had a lot of responses on his lips, years' store of defenses that he had only half believed, about how he wasn't stupid, wasn't useless. But he believed them now, and so did she. The amazement in her voice wasn't about him, it was about the scope of this war and how they'd all done things they never thought they could do.
But even with the scale of things, between them was the same constant thing that had always been there, since sometime during first year when he realized he for all intents and purposes belonged to her. He hadn't taken that very well-okay, he'd frankly rebelled against it-until he realized she belonged to him, too. So this was them, despite the day's calamities, and some things continued to get on his nerves just like they always had.
He said, "Do you think it's possible you could stop calling me by the name my mum does when she's angry. If we're going to be, you know, rolling around groping each other like this." He grinned wide. "Hopefully a lot. Might be a bit…disconcerting."
The expected sharp look-which would have been feigned, anyway; most of them were, he was learning-didn't come. She simply giggled and said, "If?"
"When."
"Since. You're rather stuck with me now." Her hand squeezed at his and then her fingers recommenced their tracing patterns on his palm. Could fingers be that seductive? She added, "I never knew you would be such a good kisser."
"Yeah?"
"Yes." She still wasn't looking at him, but he could see the grin on her face. "Apparently, there are so many things I didn't know you could do with your tongue."
Gathering up the remaining energy he had, he rolled himself over and half on top of her, hooking his leg over the closest one of hers. But she was giggling too much for him to kiss her, so he buried his nose into the hollow below her ear.
"Hermione," he said, teasing or pleading, he didn't know. He felt her shift, and something inside him shifted, too. "We're okay, aren't we? We're going to be okay?"
She didn't have to ask him if he meant the two of them or the world that was coming through the darkness and back into the light.
She clutched her arms around him. "Yes. Oh, yes."
~
Title: Never, Ever
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Neville/Luna
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Just three quick snippets, immediately post the last chapter of Deathly Hallows. Fluff. SPOILERS. 1500 words.
Note: For alissabobissa, but I'd welcome anybody else with a jones for something light this weekend.
Never, Ever
Ginny hugged him as soon as she got close enough to get her hands on him, and it hurt. Bleeding hell, the girl was strong.
She dragged him into one of the empty classrooms, and he didn't know what he was expecting-tears or some rather frantic and sloppy snogging. But instead, she pointed her wand at him, and he went wide-eyed as he waited for the spell to come out of her mouth: silencio.
She might've just asked. He hoped his eyes could tell her that, but, really, they were mostly telling her she was scaring the fuck out of him, with her green eyes narrowed and her voice firm.
"Just so you know," she said, "now that it's over… I didn't have to be protected. I really, really didn't, Harry. If I wasn't the strongest girl you know, I would have either broken you in half or locked you up in the downstairs closet at the Burrow months ago." Her breath came out in a rush, and she added, quieter, "Just so you know."
He raised his eyebrows, and she took the spell off with a flick of her wand and crossed her arms. He tried to look at her seriously-he had heard her, all right; and it wasn't like he hadn't expected her to be…miffed at him-but his lips curled into a smile. He couldn't stop looking at her, thinking about what they'd done a couple of times in that downstairs closet.
Her face turned Gryffindor scarlet. It was fucking fantastic. Merlin, had he missed her.
"Harry," she said, warningly as he stepped up to her and slid his arms around her.
"If I promise to never forget," he said in her ear, voice a hushed, deep whisper, "never, ever again, can we do that last thing you mentioned?"
She smiled against his jaw, then she hugged him again, perhaps threatening to do the other thing she mentioned.
"I was so worried, you stupid git," she said, her voice cracking with a sob.
"Me, too," he said. His throat was too tight for anything else.
*****
Luna never quite seemed to walk on the ground or even notice the world around her. He found that strangely relaxing. He didn't think he wanted her or anything like that; she was just interesting. She didn't pretend to be anything she wasn't, and she didn't give a damn about what people thought of her. He admired that a lot. All in all, she seemed like an eccentric but stable person, impervious in a way he had only begun to learn to be in these last months fighting here. He didn't forget for a moment, though, that she saw everything and felt everything and could cast minor hexes on a bloke just as well as the next 17-year-old girl, given… well, given the slightest provocation.
He thought him kissing her out of the blue might have been enough.
Assorted Gryffindors still lingering in the castle, unsure of where to go now and what to do, had fallen into a heap in their common room. No one knew quite how to come down from it and go to sleep, but they'd grown so bone weary they had finally ceased telling and retelling the stories. Everyone had seen it with their own two eyes. It was enough to meet a person's gaze from across the room and smile the kind of smile that went deep into your heart and just opened it wide.
Not to say there weren't still nerves. It wasn't until after Neville had wielded that sword, done what he did, that he realized he would never, ever have imagined himself capable. It rattled him more than he would have liked to admit. He lay there in the common room, thinking about how six years ago, he would have laughed in your face if you'd told him he would be the one to help defeat He Who-
"Voldemort," he said.
Luna's head came up off his shoulder. "What?"
"I'm not scared of saying his name."
She smiled, "Of course you're not. Nobody is anymore."
Her eyes were inquisitive and waiting; her lips were horribly pink and soft-looking, and he turned his head down and caught them in a kiss.
When he pulled back, he swallowed hard, but her face was lit in that looney smile of hers. He wasn't afraid to say that, either, at least to himself now. She was a little looney, and he thought that was just exactly what he needed.
"Neville," she said, turning until she'd planted herself in his lap, arms draped around his neck. "I like you like this."
"Like what?" He thought she would say brave or strong or something else to do with him being able to-was it possible he'd actually done it?-chop off that snake's head.
But she just smiled and said, "Sure. Of yourself. Sure."
He leaned his head back against the wall, a grin spreading over his face. It quickly turned to an open-mouthed sigh as her teeth scraped quick and nipping at his neck before she commenced to give him what he knew would be a world-class hickey.
*****
The grass was stiff and poking the back of his neck, and there were people swirling out over the grounds, singing and drinking. He didn't see how they had the energy.
He kept finding his vision traveling back from the stars to the ground and her. All he could really feel in the world was Hermione's thumb traveling a light path up over the side of his.
He couldn't let go of her. He didn't have to.
They had stopped snogging a while ago and started talking. He didn't know how it was possible, but they had so much to talk about, despite being together every waking moment for weeks. And they weren't even talking about their…relationship. It was what it was. He just felt it.
His heart turned over in his chest. He never, ever thought something like this could make him so fucking happy.
He watched her lips in profile as she spoke her words up toward the sky.
"I still don't know how you could speak parseltongue, Ronald."
He had a lot of responses on his lips, years' store of defenses that he had only half believed, about how he wasn't stupid, wasn't useless. But he believed them now, and so did she. The amazement in her voice wasn't about him, it was about the scope of this war and how they'd all done things they never thought they could do.
But even with the scale of things, between them was the same constant thing that had always been there, since sometime during first year when he realized he for all intents and purposes belonged to her. He hadn't taken that very well-okay, he'd frankly rebelled against it-until he realized she belonged to him, too. So this was them, despite the day's calamities, and some things continued to get on his nerves just like they always had.
He said, "Do you think it's possible you could stop calling me by the name my mum does when she's angry. If we're going to be, you know, rolling around groping each other like this." He grinned wide. "Hopefully a lot. Might be a bit…disconcerting."
The expected sharp look-which would have been feigned, anyway; most of them were, he was learning-didn't come. She simply giggled and said, "If?"
"When."
"Since. You're rather stuck with me now." Her hand squeezed at his and then her fingers recommenced their tracing patterns on his palm. Could fingers be that seductive? She added, "I never knew you would be such a good kisser."
"Yeah?"
"Yes." She still wasn't looking at him, but he could see the grin on her face. "Apparently, there are so many things I didn't know you could do with your tongue."
Gathering up the remaining energy he had, he rolled himself over and half on top of her, hooking his leg over the closest one of hers. But she was giggling too much for him to kiss her, so he buried his nose into the hollow below her ear.
"Hermione," he said, teasing or pleading, he didn't know. He felt her shift, and something inside him shifted, too. "We're okay, aren't we? We're going to be okay?"
She didn't have to ask him if he meant the two of them or the world that was coming through the darkness and back into the light.
She clutched her arms around him. "Yes. Oh, yes."
~