Fic: Wake Up and Open Your Eyes (Pansy/Neville, PG-13)
Title: Wake Up and Open Your Eyes
Author: quietliban
Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 50.4
Prompt: #31 Confusion
Summary: It could be a dream, or it could be real.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling and her associated publishers, etc, etc. No copyright infringement is intended, and no profit is being made.
Author's Notes: For 100quills. This is NOT part of 'The Fighting Arc,' nor does it contain spoilers. How interesting.
Feedback would be lovely.
He's pretty sure that this isn't supposed to be happening, what with him being Neville Longbottom and all, but Pansy Parkinson is kissing him, is pressing up against him, and her hands are everywhere.
He has his eyes closed. He doesn't want to open them. If he does, he's sure that Pansy will just disappear and it will turn out to be another one of those dreams. Not that he has those dreams about Pansy Parkinson…
Pansy is pulling away and Neville isn't that surprised. It had to happen sometime. Neville flicks open his eyes. She's still there; her lips slightly swollen and she has a cross look on her face.
Neville swallows.
"Don't you want this?" she asks and her voice is huffy, like she's about to start shrieking if Neville dares to even think the wrong answer to that question.
Neville blinks up at her while leaning back in the dirt. Her arms are crossed and she's leaning away from him. She could still be a dream, Neville thinks. He reaches out to her tentatively.
She is real.
Neville touches her arm and runs his finger across the bare skin of her forearm. Her face doesn't soften. She looks at him, and then sighs an impatient sigh before grabbing his head and kissing him again.
Neville opens his mouth willingly and lets her tongue slide against his. He grips her forearm tighter and pulls her against him. She sighs against his mouth when she loses her balance and lands on top of him.
She stares at him, and Pansy's eyes are brown. Neville's never really paid attention before. He can feel her breathing against him and Neville brushes her hair out of their faces.
"So you are real," he mutters to himself.
Pansy frowns, but this time it isn't cross. Neville shrugs.
Pansy takes his hands and guides then underneath her shirt. Goose pimples rise in the wake of Neville's fingers and her skin feel soft and smooth. Neville can feel himself getting hard as blood drains away from his blushing face. He looks up at Pansy nervously, but her eyes are half-closed and unseeing.
Neville kisses her neck, and tries to ignore the heat at his groin. Neville groans. He freezes at the unexpected sound.
Pansy ignores his sudden immobility and moves against him, placing her knee between his thighs. She kisses him on the mouth, wet and hungry. Neville kisses back and pulls at her shirt, forgetting himself. Pansy pulls away from him with a secret smile of her face.
Neville swallows. Her lips are bruised and her hair is dishevelled. She looks absolutely fucking fantastic and Neville feels a thrill because he did that. He made her look like that.
She takes off her shirt and Neville just stares. Her breasts are tucked away in a white bra, but Neville can see the outline of her nipples pressing up against the fabric.
"Oh God, this is really real."
Pansy chuckles softly and leans back over him, pressing herself against him once again, and entwining her legs with his. She murmurs against his mouth when he runs one hand up the inside of her thigh, just to see if that is an alright thing to do.
Apparently it is.
Pansy is undressing him now. She's taking off his outer robe and his shirt, exposing his skin to the humid air of the greenhouse. Her mouth is on his chest and her hands are sliding down, edging ever close to the waist band of his trousers and someone is coughing.
Someone is coughing.
"Is that…Neville?"
Neville blinks and Pansy pauses. Neville can feel blood rush to his face, and he wonders how it's possible that he's still alive; he kind of wishes he wasn't.
"Ahem."
Neville looks over Pansy's shoulder to see Professor Sprout. Neville swallows, and looks up at Pansy. Her face is as bright as his.
"Don't say a word," she mouths, and Neville thinks she must have a plan. He doesn't.
"Mr Longbottom, while you know I don't mind you using the greenhouses outside of classroom hours, this is…ahem…"
"Could you turn around please?" Pansy asks calmly. "That includes you, Finch-Fletchley."
Neville hears someone a squawk, and Pansy slides off him. She reaches for her shirt and robes, and puts them on hurriedly. Neville follows her lead while glancing at her surreptitiously.
Pansy catches his eye, and Neville blushes again. Pansy grabs his hand viciously with her nails digging into his skin.
"Don't you dare leave me to catch the fall," she mutters to him, and Neville is confused.
"As if I would," he tells her, letting her hand fall away. Pansy regards him for a moment.
Her eyes probing him, before she nods.
"Of course," she mutters more to herself than to him. "You're a Gryffindor."
For once, it doesn't sound like an insult.
Author: quietliban
Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 50.4
Prompt: #31 Confusion
Summary: It could be a dream, or it could be real.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling and her associated publishers, etc, etc. No copyright infringement is intended, and no profit is being made.
Author's Notes: For 100quills. This is NOT part of 'The Fighting Arc,' nor does it contain spoilers. How interesting.
Feedback would be lovely.
He's pretty sure that this isn't supposed to be happening, what with him being Neville Longbottom and all, but Pansy Parkinson is kissing him, is pressing up against him, and her hands are everywhere.
He has his eyes closed. He doesn't want to open them. If he does, he's sure that Pansy will just disappear and it will turn out to be another one of those dreams. Not that he has those dreams about Pansy Parkinson…
Pansy is pulling away and Neville isn't that surprised. It had to happen sometime. Neville flicks open his eyes. She's still there; her lips slightly swollen and she has a cross look on her face.
Neville swallows.
"Don't you want this?" she asks and her voice is huffy, like she's about to start shrieking if Neville dares to even think the wrong answer to that question.
Neville blinks up at her while leaning back in the dirt. Her arms are crossed and she's leaning away from him. She could still be a dream, Neville thinks. He reaches out to her tentatively.
She is real.
Neville touches her arm and runs his finger across the bare skin of her forearm. Her face doesn't soften. She looks at him, and then sighs an impatient sigh before grabbing his head and kissing him again.
Neville opens his mouth willingly and lets her tongue slide against his. He grips her forearm tighter and pulls her against him. She sighs against his mouth when she loses her balance and lands on top of him.
She stares at him, and Pansy's eyes are brown. Neville's never really paid attention before. He can feel her breathing against him and Neville brushes her hair out of their faces.
"So you are real," he mutters to himself.
Pansy frowns, but this time it isn't cross. Neville shrugs.
Pansy takes his hands and guides then underneath her shirt. Goose pimples rise in the wake of Neville's fingers and her skin feel soft and smooth. Neville can feel himself getting hard as blood drains away from his blushing face. He looks up at Pansy nervously, but her eyes are half-closed and unseeing.
Neville kisses her neck, and tries to ignore the heat at his groin. Neville groans. He freezes at the unexpected sound.
Pansy ignores his sudden immobility and moves against him, placing her knee between his thighs. She kisses him on the mouth, wet and hungry. Neville kisses back and pulls at her shirt, forgetting himself. Pansy pulls away from him with a secret smile of her face.
Neville swallows. Her lips are bruised and her hair is dishevelled. She looks absolutely fucking fantastic and Neville feels a thrill because he did that. He made her look like that.
She takes off her shirt and Neville just stares. Her breasts are tucked away in a white bra, but Neville can see the outline of her nipples pressing up against the fabric.
"Oh God, this is really real."
Pansy chuckles softly and leans back over him, pressing herself against him once again, and entwining her legs with his. She murmurs against his mouth when he runs one hand up the inside of her thigh, just to see if that is an alright thing to do.
Apparently it is.
Pansy is undressing him now. She's taking off his outer robe and his shirt, exposing his skin to the humid air of the greenhouse. Her mouth is on his chest and her hands are sliding down, edging ever close to the waist band of his trousers and someone is coughing.
Someone is coughing.
"Is that…Neville?"
Neville blinks and Pansy pauses. Neville can feel blood rush to his face, and he wonders how it's possible that he's still alive; he kind of wishes he wasn't.
"Ahem."
Neville looks over Pansy's shoulder to see Professor Sprout. Neville swallows, and looks up at Pansy. Her face is as bright as his.
"Don't say a word," she mouths, and Neville thinks she must have a plan. He doesn't.
"Mr Longbottom, while you know I don't mind you using the greenhouses outside of classroom hours, this is…ahem…"
"Could you turn around please?" Pansy asks calmly. "That includes you, Finch-Fletchley."
Neville hears someone a squawk, and Pansy slides off him. She reaches for her shirt and robes, and puts them on hurriedly. Neville follows her lead while glancing at her surreptitiously.
Pansy catches his eye, and Neville blushes again. Pansy grabs his hand viciously with her nails digging into his skin.
"Don't you dare leave me to catch the fall," she mutters to him, and Neville is confused.
"As if I would," he tells her, letting her hand fall away. Pansy regards him for a moment.
Her eyes probing him, before she nods.
"Of course," she mutters more to herself than to him. "You're a Gryffindor."
For once, it doesn't sound like an insult.