Red's Christmas Drabble
Neville/Parvati.
Neville and Parvati were planning on taking a road trip. It had been exactly thirteen days since they had walked out of Ron and Seamus’ shop and had started the rest of their lives. They had little idea of where they were going, or what they would do when they got there.
“Do you want to get up now or later?” Parvati asked the man who had his face buried into a pillow.
He replied but she couldn’t make out if his answer was the former or latter option.
“The train leaves in three hours, and we haven’t packed yet,” she said a few minutes later. She didn’t mean to fret but for some reason she couldn’t help herself.
His arm moved across the bed and came up to her side. She watched it move it under the bed sheet. It clumsily moved across her midsection.
“You seem to be wearing enough clothing. No need to pack.” he said as he lifted his face off the pillow.
Parvati held on to his forearm and laughed.
She was naked after all.
~o~
Ten minutes late Neville opened his eyes and turned over. There was only a crack of sunshine entering the room through the drawn curtains. He looked over to the other side of the bed. Parvati had fallen back asleep, her face turned away from him.
He slipped as quietly as possible out from underneath the covers. As his bare feet hit the carpet he heard her move. For some reason this made him freeze in place. It was a silly reflex and he shook his head. He wasn’t exactly sneaking out of a room after a one night stand.
They had left the light on in the lavatory so Neville was able to find his way there without bumping into anything. As he passed the bed he took a moment to gaze at Parvati’s sleeping form.
Sometimes he felt like crying. He really did.
It took him three years of hell to end up with this woman. This woman, who loved and trusted him unconditionally.
Had it been worth it?
Of course it was. But sometimes he didn’t know.
There were too many things that he had done. Too many things he had watched Harry do. He couldn’t just forget them immediately.
Neville quickly brushed his teeth and stepped into the shower stall.
Three years ago he had been sure he would never love again. He didn’t even know if he even wanted to try anymore. Harry had tried with well meaning platitudes but it had done nothing for him.
Neville was shampooing his hair and trying not to get any foam in his eyes.
Sometime during their adventures he had been captured and tortured. Something had happened, he couldn’t remember clearly anymore. And Ned had got him a nurse to help him get back to health. Because Ned of course always cared about him.
He could remember waking up in the prison and being tended to by someone. He didn’t recognise her. It wasn’t Angie. He had been expecting to wake up to Angie. He had been looking forward to that. He had been willing himself to die so he could once again be with her.
Angie.
And despite trying his best, Neville found himself tearing up.
He didn’t hear the footsteps approaching the shower stall. But when the door opened he turned his head and saw the nurse standing and looking at him.
“Do you mind?” she asked before stepping in and closing the door behind her.
He shook his head and quickly tried to wipe away the tears on his cheeks.
“Soap get in your eyes?”
“Yeah,” he said quickly before backing up and letting her get in front of him.
The stall was not intended for two people and thus things were a bit cramped.
Not that either party was complaining.
“What is that sticking into me Neville?” asked Parvati not very innocently.
“It’s my elbow actually I’m trying to reach for the soap.”
“I didn’t mean..”
“Oh I know, so why don’t you turn around.”
She did and Neville embraced her tightly and kissed her. He kissed like he kissed her thirteen days ago. Kissed her as if they had just been reunited.
She kissed him back and held on him as tightly as possible. Their lips working together in seamless harmony.
After she finally pulled her mouth away she looked into his eyes and asked.
“You going to tell me why you were crying?”
He replied quickly. “Just let me hold you. Let me hold you.”
And together they stood there, Neville Longbottom and Parvati Patil, underneath the hot water and the rising steam. They held onto each other as if the were at the edge of a cliff.
Together.
Supporting each other.
For every day from now on.
~o~
There was something quite raw and dangerous about the way Neville tied a tie. It was a skill he had learnt at a young age but he had never done it with so much vigour before. At least that is what Parvati thought. She could recall him tying a tie lazily outside classrooms or as they walked out of the common room, but the way he did it today was different.
She was doing up the zip on her boots and was watching him. He was gripping the tie firmly, perhaps a bit too tightly. And when he made his knot he cinched violently as if he was binding somebody’s arms together. He pulled the knot up to his neck and adjusted his collar. When he turned around he saw Parvati staring at him.
“What?”
“You always look that way when you are tying a tie?”
Neville grabbed the handle of his suitcase and smiled. “It’s a personal thing.”
Parvati got up and put on her coat.
“Let’s go, we got to hurry to catch the train.”
The exited the hotel room and were walking to the lift when a thought struck Neville.
“You know we should remember this moment?”
“I know,” Parvati turned and smiled. “This is like the beginning of a new life.”
“Yes, but this also might be the one moment in our lives that I have more clothes and luggage than you do.”
It was true. Neville definitely did have more clothing than her.
“We’ll see about that. I definitely plan on doing some crazy shopping.”
“Doing some crazy shopping?” Neville mocked as they stepped into the lift. “We definitely got to improve that vocabulary of yours.”
The doors shut and the elevator began its descent down. Parvati’s attention was focussed on watching their progress on the plaque of numbered lights that were above the door. Neville seeing her distracted took the moment to lick his finger and quickly wiggle it into her ear.
“Ahh!” she cried as he giggled mischievously.
Well one thing led to another and when the good Reverend John Major stepped into the elevator on the fifth floor he saw Parvati sucking quite playfully on that same finger.
“Oh my,” said the priest.
Neville was quick with a quip. “I’ve been a prisoner for three years and this is the best she can do. Can you believe it?”
The priest just frowned and stepped off the lift.
~o~
The End.
Ps. Merry Christmas Julie. I hoped you enjoyed this drabble. It didn’t have any Madame Rogue in it. But perhaps I will write some more later with her in it.
Neville and Parvati were planning on taking a road trip. It had been exactly thirteen days since they had walked out of Ron and Seamus’ shop and had started the rest of their lives. They had little idea of where they were going, or what they would do when they got there.
“Do you want to get up now or later?” Parvati asked the man who had his face buried into a pillow.
He replied but she couldn’t make out if his answer was the former or latter option.
“The train leaves in three hours, and we haven’t packed yet,” she said a few minutes later. She didn’t mean to fret but for some reason she couldn’t help herself.
His arm moved across the bed and came up to her side. She watched it move it under the bed sheet. It clumsily moved across her midsection.
“You seem to be wearing enough clothing. No need to pack.” he said as he lifted his face off the pillow.
Parvati held on to his forearm and laughed.
She was naked after all.
~o~
Ten minutes late Neville opened his eyes and turned over. There was only a crack of sunshine entering the room through the drawn curtains. He looked over to the other side of the bed. Parvati had fallen back asleep, her face turned away from him.
He slipped as quietly as possible out from underneath the covers. As his bare feet hit the carpet he heard her move. For some reason this made him freeze in place. It was a silly reflex and he shook his head. He wasn’t exactly sneaking out of a room after a one night stand.
They had left the light on in the lavatory so Neville was able to find his way there without bumping into anything. As he passed the bed he took a moment to gaze at Parvati’s sleeping form.
Sometimes he felt like crying. He really did.
It took him three years of hell to end up with this woman. This woman, who loved and trusted him unconditionally.
Had it been worth it?
Of course it was. But sometimes he didn’t know.
There were too many things that he had done. Too many things he had watched Harry do. He couldn’t just forget them immediately.
Neville quickly brushed his teeth and stepped into the shower stall.
Three years ago he had been sure he would never love again. He didn’t even know if he even wanted to try anymore. Harry had tried with well meaning platitudes but it had done nothing for him.
Neville was shampooing his hair and trying not to get any foam in his eyes.
Sometime during their adventures he had been captured and tortured. Something had happened, he couldn’t remember clearly anymore. And Ned had got him a nurse to help him get back to health. Because Ned of course always cared about him.
He could remember waking up in the prison and being tended to by someone. He didn’t recognise her. It wasn’t Angie. He had been expecting to wake up to Angie. He had been looking forward to that. He had been willing himself to die so he could once again be with her.
Angie.
And despite trying his best, Neville found himself tearing up.
He didn’t hear the footsteps approaching the shower stall. But when the door opened he turned his head and saw the nurse standing and looking at him.
“Do you mind?” she asked before stepping in and closing the door behind her.
He shook his head and quickly tried to wipe away the tears on his cheeks.
“Soap get in your eyes?”
“Yeah,” he said quickly before backing up and letting her get in front of him.
The stall was not intended for two people and thus things were a bit cramped.
Not that either party was complaining.
“What is that sticking into me Neville?” asked Parvati not very innocently.
“It’s my elbow actually I’m trying to reach for the soap.”
“I didn’t mean..”
“Oh I know, so why don’t you turn around.”
She did and Neville embraced her tightly and kissed her. He kissed like he kissed her thirteen days ago. Kissed her as if they had just been reunited.
She kissed him back and held on him as tightly as possible. Their lips working together in seamless harmony.
After she finally pulled her mouth away she looked into his eyes and asked.
“You going to tell me why you were crying?”
He replied quickly. “Just let me hold you. Let me hold you.”
And together they stood there, Neville Longbottom and Parvati Patil, underneath the hot water and the rising steam. They held onto each other as if the were at the edge of a cliff.
Together.
Supporting each other.
For every day from now on.
~o~
There was something quite raw and dangerous about the way Neville tied a tie. It was a skill he had learnt at a young age but he had never done it with so much vigour before. At least that is what Parvati thought. She could recall him tying a tie lazily outside classrooms or as they walked out of the common room, but the way he did it today was different.
She was doing up the zip on her boots and was watching him. He was gripping the tie firmly, perhaps a bit too tightly. And when he made his knot he cinched violently as if he was binding somebody’s arms together. He pulled the knot up to his neck and adjusted his collar. When he turned around he saw Parvati staring at him.
“What?”
“You always look that way when you are tying a tie?”
Neville grabbed the handle of his suitcase and smiled. “It’s a personal thing.”
Parvati got up and put on her coat.
“Let’s go, we got to hurry to catch the train.”
The exited the hotel room and were walking to the lift when a thought struck Neville.
“You know we should remember this moment?”
“I know,” Parvati turned and smiled. “This is like the beginning of a new life.”
“Yes, but this also might be the one moment in our lives that I have more clothes and luggage than you do.”
It was true. Neville definitely did have more clothing than her.
“We’ll see about that. I definitely plan on doing some crazy shopping.”
“Doing some crazy shopping?” Neville mocked as they stepped into the lift. “We definitely got to improve that vocabulary of yours.”
The doors shut and the elevator began its descent down. Parvati’s attention was focussed on watching their progress on the plaque of numbered lights that were above the door. Neville seeing her distracted took the moment to lick his finger and quickly wiggle it into her ear.
“Ahh!” she cried as he giggled mischievously.
Well one thing led to another and when the good Reverend John Major stepped into the elevator on the fifth floor he saw Parvati sucking quite playfully on that same finger.
“Oh my,” said the priest.
Neville was quick with a quip. “I’ve been a prisoner for three years and this is the best she can do. Can you believe it?”
The priest just frowned and stepped off the lift.
~o~
The End.
Ps. Merry Christmas Julie. I hoped you enjoyed this drabble. It didn’t have any Madame Rogue in it. But perhaps I will write some more later with her in it.