Fic for flaminia_x
Author: mlui187
Recipient: flaminia_x
Title: Their Courtship
Pairing: Neville/Hermione
Rating: R
Word Count: 969
Summary: A story about how a nice bloke finally got the girl.
Author's Notes: I had fun writing this, so I hope you like it, flaminia_x! Also, thanks to S for betaing, and the Mods for their patience.
Neville was a little nervous-not overly so, but just a tad bit anxious. But he took a deep, soothing breath, and straightened his robes before knocking on her door.
His courage began to falter when he heard footsteps from the other side of the door, but he took another breath and smiled just as the door swung open.
“Neville!” Hermione greeted him, cheerfully.
“Hello, Hermione,” Neville said.
She turned to lock the door.
He gazed at her and came to the conclusion that she was beautiful. Not that he didn’t think she wasn’t before-she was just more radiant now, more happy.
As he held out his arm, he smiled when she touched his arm before he Apparated to the restaurant.
* * *
They spent the evening getting to know each other all over again. It had been awhile since they actually talked to each other. Sure, they had spoken just after the aftermath of the Final Battle, and had seen each other sparsely, but they didn’t say more than three words to each other. He had always admired her, and that day when he bumped into her at Diagon Alley was pure luck. He couldn’t believe his ears when he heard her say yes for dinner. She left him grinning like a loon.
Neville was just telling her about his herbology apprenticeship under the tutelage of Professor Sprout.
“Really?” Hermione exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. He loved it when her eyes sparkled, especially when they sparkled at him. “You must be so excited! Have you started yet?”
“I have, I started this week,” Neville replied. “The plants just come alive, and I’ve always had a green thumb as you know.”
They continued like this throughout the dinner, and talked about her work at the Ministry. Before they knew it, Neville was walking her back to her flat. As they came to her front door, Hermione turned and smiled up at him.
“Thanks for such a lovely time, Neville.”
“No, thank you,” Neville said before suddenly and swiftly leaning down to kiss her on the lips.
Her hands reached up entwine themselves around his neck. He didn’t expect her to kiss him back, but she did. As she opened her mouth to let his tongue in, he couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. Especially when she tugged on his hair.
Much as he wanted to continue the kiss, he broke apart, his forehead touching hers.
She tried to get him to continue, but he wouldn’t. His grandmother had taught him to be a gentleman, and he wouldn’t deviant from her teaching, even though he was tempted to. Particularly not on a first date. He didn’t want her to think that all he was after was a shag.
“Goodnight, Hermione.” Neville said breathlessly. “See you next week?”
She reached out and touched his cheek. “Yes, next week.”
He Apparated before he lost his resolve and decided to stay.
* * *
They went on several dates after that, and Neville was confident that everything was going perfectly fine. In fact, Hermione was taking him to their first Ministry event together.
He had just offered to get them drinks, but when he came back, Hermione was gone. His eyes narrowed as he searched the crowd. He finally found her on the dance floor laughing gaily with Ron.
His fingers tightened on the champagne flute before he forced himself to relax, and breathe in and out. They’re just friends, he repeated to himself silently. They’re just friends. After all, she’s here with you and not him.
However, it was no use. He put down the champagne flutes and took strides over to them.
“May I cut in?” he asked, genially.
At his voice, Hermione looked up and her smile dazzled him. “Neville,” she exclaimed. “You’re back!”
She let go of Ron and attached herself to him. Ron looked a bit disgruntled, but he grudgingly let her go. Not that Ron had any say, as she had quickly forgotten about him once Neville had arrived.
As they danced away, he couldn’t help but silently sigh in relief. Neville knew it was silly, but he felt better with her in his arms.
* * *
The second that they were married set Neville more at ease. He couldn’t believe how lucky he had gotten. She was beautiful and unperturbed at how hectic everything seemed to be surrounding her. She was so serene. On the other hand, he had been a mess. He wanted everything to be perfect, but he almost had a nervous meltdown.
He was pacing around in nervous agitation in the room before they were to be married, when the door creaked open to reveal Hermione.
“Hermione!” Neville exclaimed. “I’m not supposed to see you!”
Hermione giggled as Neville shut his eyes. “Oh, Neville. You know I don’t believe in that!”
When he didn’t open his eyes, and continued to cover his hands, she continued, “I wish I didn’t tell Ginny this. I can’t believe she told you this!”
He felt her in front of him and her hand touched his cheek. As her lips moved over his, he visibly relaxed. His nervousness seemed to melt away as they continued to kiss.
They were so involved when he didn’t notice that he had lifted Hermione onto the dresser, and they would’ve persisted further if they didn’t here his grandmother cough at the doorway.
He felt her embarrassed groan before she quickly pecked him lightly on the lips, and leaving with his grandmother.
It was a very beautiful wedding, especially when Hermione became his wife. He wanted to boast to the world that nice blokes do get the girl-at least he did, but he refrained himself from making a fool of himself on his wedding day.
Instead, he decided to grin like a loon for he was so happy.
Fin
Recipient: flaminia_x
Title: Their Courtship
Pairing: Neville/Hermione
Rating: R
Word Count: 969
Summary: A story about how a nice bloke finally got the girl.
Author's Notes: I had fun writing this, so I hope you like it, flaminia_x! Also, thanks to S for betaing, and the Mods for their patience.
Neville was a little nervous-not overly so, but just a tad bit anxious. But he took a deep, soothing breath, and straightened his robes before knocking on her door.
His courage began to falter when he heard footsteps from the other side of the door, but he took another breath and smiled just as the door swung open.
“Neville!” Hermione greeted him, cheerfully.
“Hello, Hermione,” Neville said.
She turned to lock the door.
He gazed at her and came to the conclusion that she was beautiful. Not that he didn’t think she wasn’t before-she was just more radiant now, more happy.
As he held out his arm, he smiled when she touched his arm before he Apparated to the restaurant.
* * *
They spent the evening getting to know each other all over again. It had been awhile since they actually talked to each other. Sure, they had spoken just after the aftermath of the Final Battle, and had seen each other sparsely, but they didn’t say more than three words to each other. He had always admired her, and that day when he bumped into her at Diagon Alley was pure luck. He couldn’t believe his ears when he heard her say yes for dinner. She left him grinning like a loon.
Neville was just telling her about his herbology apprenticeship under the tutelage of Professor Sprout.
“Really?” Hermione exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. He loved it when her eyes sparkled, especially when they sparkled at him. “You must be so excited! Have you started yet?”
“I have, I started this week,” Neville replied. “The plants just come alive, and I’ve always had a green thumb as you know.”
They continued like this throughout the dinner, and talked about her work at the Ministry. Before they knew it, Neville was walking her back to her flat. As they came to her front door, Hermione turned and smiled up at him.
“Thanks for such a lovely time, Neville.”
“No, thank you,” Neville said before suddenly and swiftly leaning down to kiss her on the lips.
Her hands reached up entwine themselves around his neck. He didn’t expect her to kiss him back, but she did. As she opened her mouth to let his tongue in, he couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. Especially when she tugged on his hair.
Much as he wanted to continue the kiss, he broke apart, his forehead touching hers.
She tried to get him to continue, but he wouldn’t. His grandmother had taught him to be a gentleman, and he wouldn’t deviant from her teaching, even though he was tempted to. Particularly not on a first date. He didn’t want her to think that all he was after was a shag.
“Goodnight, Hermione.” Neville said breathlessly. “See you next week?”
She reached out and touched his cheek. “Yes, next week.”
He Apparated before he lost his resolve and decided to stay.
* * *
They went on several dates after that, and Neville was confident that everything was going perfectly fine. In fact, Hermione was taking him to their first Ministry event together.
He had just offered to get them drinks, but when he came back, Hermione was gone. His eyes narrowed as he searched the crowd. He finally found her on the dance floor laughing gaily with Ron.
His fingers tightened on the champagne flute before he forced himself to relax, and breathe in and out. They’re just friends, he repeated to himself silently. They’re just friends. After all, she’s here with you and not him.
However, it was no use. He put down the champagne flutes and took strides over to them.
“May I cut in?” he asked, genially.
At his voice, Hermione looked up and her smile dazzled him. “Neville,” she exclaimed. “You’re back!”
She let go of Ron and attached herself to him. Ron looked a bit disgruntled, but he grudgingly let her go. Not that Ron had any say, as she had quickly forgotten about him once Neville had arrived.
As they danced away, he couldn’t help but silently sigh in relief. Neville knew it was silly, but he felt better with her in his arms.
* * *
The second that they were married set Neville more at ease. He couldn’t believe how lucky he had gotten. She was beautiful and unperturbed at how hectic everything seemed to be surrounding her. She was so serene. On the other hand, he had been a mess. He wanted everything to be perfect, but he almost had a nervous meltdown.
He was pacing around in nervous agitation in the room before they were to be married, when the door creaked open to reveal Hermione.
“Hermione!” Neville exclaimed. “I’m not supposed to see you!”
Hermione giggled as Neville shut his eyes. “Oh, Neville. You know I don’t believe in that!”
When he didn’t open his eyes, and continued to cover his hands, she continued, “I wish I didn’t tell Ginny this. I can’t believe she told you this!”
He felt her in front of him and her hand touched his cheek. As her lips moved over his, he visibly relaxed. His nervousness seemed to melt away as they continued to kiss.
They were so involved when he didn’t notice that he had lifted Hermione onto the dresser, and they would’ve persisted further if they didn’t here his grandmother cough at the doorway.
He felt her embarrassed groan before she quickly pecked him lightly on the lips, and leaving with his grandmother.
It was a very beautiful wedding, especially when Hermione became his wife. He wanted to boast to the world that nice blokes do get the girl-at least he did, but he refrained himself from making a fool of himself on his wedding day.
Instead, he decided to grin like a loon for he was so happy.
Fin