Happy Early Birthday, suntzu_s!
Day: 28
Title: Lost Cause
Author: softly_sweetly
Rating: PG13
Pairing(s): Neville/Scorpius
Summary: Scorpius may be a lost cause, but he was Neville's lost cause, and Neville would hold onto him as long as he could.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe - all recognisable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work
Warning(s): Fluff, Pre-Slash
Word Count: ~660
Author's Notes - Written for prompt #9 "When You Get To The End Of Your Rope, Tie A Knot And Hang On" - Franklin Roosevelt of my mission_insane Themed Table: Quotes, and for Day 28 over at xnevillelovingx
Happy Early Birthday, suntzu_s!
"I'm so sorry, Professor!"
Inhaling deeply, Neville drew his wand and started healing the poor Tentacular plant. Scorpius sounded genuinely upset, so Neville waved his hand, dismissing the problem cheerfully. "It's okay; this is only your first Herbology lesson. Just remember to listen before you act, okay?"
Scorpius nodded, all wide-eyed and apologetic as he drew his own wand. Neville supposed it was to help heal the plant, but something told him that wouldn't end well. Closing his fingers around Scorpius' wand and lowering it slowly, he shook his head. "Don't worry, I'll fix this up. You go on inside and get some lunch."
~~~~~~~~~~
"I'm so sorry, Professor!"
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Neville waved his hand and drew his wand, a sequence of actions that had become unnervingly familiar to him over the past three years. It wasn't that Scorpius was clumsy, or bad at the subject. He just didn't stop to think before he acted. Neville had lost count of the number of plants he had repaired, the number of flowers he had nursed back to health because Scorpius had started working without a clear plan.
Now it made Neville blush with shame to have even thought it, but there had been a time when he had thought Scorpius was deliberately sabotaging his plants, out of some misguided loyalty to Draco. But he'd soon realised that Scorpius was just enthusiastic, and desperate to prove himself. A little too desperate, but nothing malicious.
Still, the damage to the Devil's Snare wasn't quite as bad as it could have been; Scorpius was definitely improving. And even if he did regularly push Neville to the end of his rope, leaving him clinging onto the end and swinging in the wind, it was still satisfying to see how much Scorpius had grown over the past three years.
Crash.
He wasn't perfect, but then - who was?"
"I'm so sorry, Professor!"
~~~~~~~~~~
"I'm so sorry, Professor!"
Neville drew his wand out of habit, but it wasn't going to help him now. He'd offered extra revisions to Scorpius as a courtesy, to ensure that the boy got the grade he was deserving of in his OWLs. And when Scorpius had continued on to sit a NEWT in Herbology, Neville had kept up the lessons, giving up a few hours of his time each week to help Scorpius polish up his raw talent into something that didn't leave a trail of destruction in its wake.
He'd barely even noticed the growing closeness between them, barley registered the way he'd touch Scorpius when he was explaining things. On some level, Neville knew he must have been aware of his feelings, and just chose not to act on them.
The Scorpius had dashed into greenhouse three, a sheet of parchment in his hand. Neville didn't know how Scorpius had even got back onto school grounds during the summer, but it didn't surprise him. Scorpius had an answer for every question. After garbling out that he'd passed, Scorpius had looked at Neville expectantly. So Neville had hugged him. Nothing wrong with that, it was hardly a secret that he was invested in Scorpius' success.
The Scorpius had kissed him, and all the subconscious in the world couldn't have kept Neville's arousal down, in all senses.
Neville didn't want to admit that his mood was better, his greenhouse brighter now Scorpius was back in it. He didn't want to think about this at all, unless he really had to. Scorpius may be a lost cause, but he was Neville's lost cause, and Neville would hold onto him as long as he could.
Letting his wand hand fall to his side, and raising his other hand to his mouth, Neville wondered what to do. "Well... I'm not really your professor anymore."
Neville didn't know why he'd said that, but he could tell from the smile on Scorpius' face that Scorpius had taken it as permission for something more. Neville supposed it was.
Title: Lost Cause
Author: softly_sweetly
Rating: PG13
Pairing(s): Neville/Scorpius
Summary: Scorpius may be a lost cause, but he was Neville's lost cause, and Neville would hold onto him as long as he could.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe - all recognisable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work
Warning(s): Fluff, Pre-Slash
Word Count: ~660
Author's Notes - Written for prompt #9 "When You Get To The End Of Your Rope, Tie A Knot And Hang On" - Franklin Roosevelt of my mission_insane Themed Table: Quotes, and for Day 28 over at xnevillelovingx
Happy Early Birthday, suntzu_s!
"I'm so sorry, Professor!"
Inhaling deeply, Neville drew his wand and started healing the poor Tentacular plant. Scorpius sounded genuinely upset, so Neville waved his hand, dismissing the problem cheerfully. "It's okay; this is only your first Herbology lesson. Just remember to listen before you act, okay?"
Scorpius nodded, all wide-eyed and apologetic as he drew his own wand. Neville supposed it was to help heal the plant, but something told him that wouldn't end well. Closing his fingers around Scorpius' wand and lowering it slowly, he shook his head. "Don't worry, I'll fix this up. You go on inside and get some lunch."
~~~~~~~~~~
"I'm so sorry, Professor!"
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Neville waved his hand and drew his wand, a sequence of actions that had become unnervingly familiar to him over the past three years. It wasn't that Scorpius was clumsy, or bad at the subject. He just didn't stop to think before he acted. Neville had lost count of the number of plants he had repaired, the number of flowers he had nursed back to health because Scorpius had started working without a clear plan.
Now it made Neville blush with shame to have even thought it, but there had been a time when he had thought Scorpius was deliberately sabotaging his plants, out of some misguided loyalty to Draco. But he'd soon realised that Scorpius was just enthusiastic, and desperate to prove himself. A little too desperate, but nothing malicious.
Still, the damage to the Devil's Snare wasn't quite as bad as it could have been; Scorpius was definitely improving. And even if he did regularly push Neville to the end of his rope, leaving him clinging onto the end and swinging in the wind, it was still satisfying to see how much Scorpius had grown over the past three years.
Crash.
He wasn't perfect, but then - who was?"
"I'm so sorry, Professor!"
~~~~~~~~~~
"I'm so sorry, Professor!"
Neville drew his wand out of habit, but it wasn't going to help him now. He'd offered extra revisions to Scorpius as a courtesy, to ensure that the boy got the grade he was deserving of in his OWLs. And when Scorpius had continued on to sit a NEWT in Herbology, Neville had kept up the lessons, giving up a few hours of his time each week to help Scorpius polish up his raw talent into something that didn't leave a trail of destruction in its wake.
He'd barely even noticed the growing closeness between them, barley registered the way he'd touch Scorpius when he was explaining things. On some level, Neville knew he must have been aware of his feelings, and just chose not to act on them.
The Scorpius had dashed into greenhouse three, a sheet of parchment in his hand. Neville didn't know how Scorpius had even got back onto school grounds during the summer, but it didn't surprise him. Scorpius had an answer for every question. After garbling out that he'd passed, Scorpius had looked at Neville expectantly. So Neville had hugged him. Nothing wrong with that, it was hardly a secret that he was invested in Scorpius' success.
The Scorpius had kissed him, and all the subconscious in the world couldn't have kept Neville's arousal down, in all senses.
Neville didn't want to admit that his mood was better, his greenhouse brighter now Scorpius was back in it. He didn't want to think about this at all, unless he really had to. Scorpius may be a lost cause, but he was Neville's lost cause, and Neville would hold onto him as long as he could.
Letting his wand hand fall to his side, and raising his other hand to his mouth, Neville wondered what to do. "Well... I'm not really your professor anymore."
Neville didn't know why he'd said that, but he could tell from the smile on Scorpius' face that Scorpius had taken it as permission for something more. Neville supposed it was.