You're Mine, Neville/Ginny, Harry/Ginny, R, takes place mid-DH I swear I'll write you a happy one... this one was crazy angsty.
Neville's never had something nice that was just his own. His clothes, his home, his books, everything has been shared or handed down or some awful form of charity.
His worst fear is that Ginny is the same.
Hogwarts is cold, and the war is on and they have nothing to cling to, except maybe each other. Remainders, leftovers, spare parts. They're a pair, and if anyone would bother to notice they were a pretty powerful set.
But none of that matters in the dark. In the quiet. In the wait of the trenches as they wait for the battle to reach their gates. All that matters is that even though Neville's had her first he hasn't had her most, and he knows in the dark when she's quiet and staring out the window, even though she's in his arms, she's thinking of someone else.
She's brave, and sweet, and funny, and more than he wants to live, he wants her to live. More than he wants to be happy, he wants her to be happy. And the only way she'll be happy is if Harry lives, so every night he says a soft prayer that Harry will come back and live and win but in the end Harry will settle with someone else.
Because Neville's never had something nice that was just his own, and because he'd like to know what it's like to lie next to a girl with a broken heart instead of one that's just aching. Because he trusts Harry but he hates him too, for reasons he'd like to lock up and push down and ignore. Because this is war and the more you wished and hoped that people lived the more likely it was that they ended up broken or buried.
She cants her hips towards his, arches her back and cries out in the dark. There's no use trying to keep quiet, everyone's doing the same thing they are. Trying to get their whole lives fit into one school year because who knows when the world will end. It's war, they tell themselves, like this cycle of fucking and forgetting and crying and clinging won't leave them all damaged in unpredictable ways no matter what happens.
But she tips her hips and Neville forgets it all. Forgets the cycle. Forgets that she's not really his and he'll always be hers. Forgets that where he goes now, Harry will come after and erase him. Neville forgets it all, and buries himself between Ginny's legs, letting each forceful thrust punctuate each word of his thoughts as his lips trail her skin.
You're mine. And when this is all over, you'll remember me.
Every time I think about DH, I just keep thinking "those poor kids". Especially the ones locked up in the castle with the Carrows and the Ministry bearing down and Snape in the Headmaster's seat with Dumbledore dead and their families out there. And especially especially Ginny and Neville and Luna and the DA gang who have their friends missing and maybe dead but out there and left behind... I would love to read a book or novel length of the whole gang and what that year was like. Being taught useless junk and veiled blood purity stuff, but tucking up together and forming their own resistance... so much material there (and angst, as above).
this was so intense, so biting. I loved, even though neville's had her first he hasn't had her most. that was such a cutting line. and the end, of course. jfc this was perf
Trying to get their whole lives fit into one school year because who knows when the world will end
That frantic feeling that life must be lived because it may end before you know it is such a powerful thing. And very, very real. Poor Neville. I love him here. So honest and bittersweet at the same time. *loves*
Because Neville's never had something nice that was just his own, and because he'd like to know what it's like to lie next to a girl with a broken heart instead of one that's just aching. Because he trusts Harry but he hates him too, for reasons he'd like to lock up and push down and ignore. Because this is war and the more you wished and hoped that people lived the more likely it was that they ended up broken or buried.
Whoa! It's so beautifully written! * ____ * I would quote my favorite parts but everything is so quotable I can't even pick!
I was never the biggest Neville/Ginny fan but you've written them in such fashion (NGL I have a thing for sadness) that I feel like shipping them HARD :DDD
Um... wow. I just got linked to this post and generally don't read Ginny or Neville, let alone together but this is stunningly good. I've recently actually become a bit obsessed with Hogwarts during DH and this just perfectly suits the tone of despair we get from how it's is described. Amazing.
I swear I'll write you a happy one... this one was crazy angsty.
Neville's never had something nice that was just his own. His clothes, his home, his books, everything has been shared or handed down or some awful form of charity.
His worst fear is that Ginny is the same.
Hogwarts is cold, and the war is on and they have nothing to cling to, except maybe each other. Remainders, leftovers, spare parts. They're a pair, and if anyone would bother to notice they were a pretty powerful set.
But none of that matters in the dark. In the quiet. In the wait of the trenches as they wait for the battle to reach their gates. All that matters is that even though Neville's had her first he hasn't had her most, and he knows in the dark when she's quiet and staring out the window, even though she's in his arms, she's thinking of someone else.
She's brave, and sweet, and funny, and more than he wants to live, he wants her to live. More than he wants to be happy, he wants her to be happy. And the only way she'll be happy is if Harry lives, so every night he says a soft prayer that Harry will come back and live and win but in the end Harry will settle with someone else.
Because Neville's never had something nice that was just his own, and because he'd like to know what it's like to lie next to a girl with a broken heart instead of one that's just aching. Because he trusts Harry but he hates him too, for reasons he'd like to lock up and push down and ignore. Because this is war and the more you wished and hoped that people lived the more likely it was that they ended up broken or buried.
She cants her hips towards his, arches her back and cries out in the dark. There's no use trying to keep quiet, everyone's doing the same thing they are. Trying to get their whole lives fit into one school year because who knows when the world will end. It's war, they tell themselves, like this cycle of fucking and forgetting and crying and clinging won't leave them all damaged in unpredictable ways no matter what happens.
But she tips her hips and Neville forgets it all. Forgets the cycle. Forgets that she's not really his and he'll always be hers. Forgets that where he goes now, Harry will come after and erase him. Neville forgets it all, and buries himself between Ginny's legs, letting each forceful thrust punctuate each word of his thoughts as his lips trail her skin.
You're mine. And when this is all over, you'll remember me.
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give me a bucket for my tears
lovely :)
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I'm so glad you like it!
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u g h, my bbs. so angsty, but so good.
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glad you liked this!
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this was so intense, so biting. I loved, even though neville's had her first he hasn't had her most. that was such a cutting line. and the end, of course. jfc this was perf
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That frantic feeling that life must be lived because it may end before you know it is such a powerful thing. And very, very real. Poor Neville. I love him here. So honest and bittersweet at the same time. *loves*
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~SOBS. WAILS. BAWLS.~
super beautiful. love it! <3
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I was never the biggest Neville/Ginny fan but you've written them in such fashion (NGL I have a thing for sadness) that I feel like shipping them HARD :DDD
WONDERFUL fic ^_^
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Ahh, I actually really like angst when it's written this well. Oh, Neville, you deserve something nice just for you!
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