Leigh!fic- There's Something About Millicent (1/1)- Neville Longbottom/Millicent Bulstrode
Title: There's Something About Millicent (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Neville Longbottom/Millicent Bulstrode
Rating: PG
Word Count: 499
Summary: Millicent notices all of her flaws, but Neville has never cared about them.
Author’s Notes: Second-place winner of this week challenge at sortinghatdrabs. Pairing was Millicent Bulstrode/Gryffindor of choice and the prompt was "a second look." It was a really tough competition this week, and congratulations to baby_k21 and fiery_flamingo for their winnings!
One of the things Millicent hated most about the upper echelons of wizarding society was the endless array of parties. Social teas, philanthropic luncheons, nights at the opera, lavish balls, it didn't matter. They were all the same; the same mix of gossip and passive-aggressive, catty remarks that made her wonder why the bloody hell she even bothered.
With her hands on her hips, she stood in front of the mirror, critical brown eyes taking in ever facet of her appearance. While her royal purple gown was beautiful, striking in its capacity to draw attention to her more flattering assets, it couldn't completely divert attention from her less favorable body parts.
Her face was too round, and when she turned her head to a certain angle, she added an extra chin or two. Her upper arms were chubby, and her hands were fat with sausages for fingers. She was far too chesty- a fact on which her mother had commented many a time. Her stomach wasn't flat like Pansy's; it rolled from a combination of bad genes and her own fondness for Chocolate Frogs. Her arse was huge, and though the dress hid them, her thighs were each massive in their own right.
"I don't see why we can't just skip this bloody charade," she muttered to her reflection. After all, she only attended to appease her father. Even seven years after she'd matriculated from Hogwarts, he still held out hope that maybe,just maybe, one of her schoolmates- Theodore, or maybe Gregory- would fall hopelessly in love with her.
Her father was a bloody old fool.
"Millie?" a voice called from the large walk-in closet. "Have you seen my tie? I seem to have misplaced it again."
"It's out here," she called, barely casting the nondescript black tie a glance.
"Oh good,' Neville said as he walked out of the closet, preoccupied with his cufflinks. When he lifted his eyes to her, he froze, and breathed, "wow."
Millicent couldn't help but warm under his appreciate gaze, though she immediately schooled her features back into a scowl and turned her focus back to the mirror. "I don't know what you're gaping at," she said snippily.
Coming up behind her, Neville let his hands slide to rest on her silk-clad hips as he pulled her back against him.
"I'm gaping at you," he murmured against her ear, "because I am the luckiest bloke in the world to have you on my arm. And," he pressed a kiss to her smooth throat, "in my bed."
"I doubt anyone would agree with you."
Neville snorted and turned her to face him. "Malfoy, Nott, Zabini- they can look at you all they want now. I'll let them look. But you, Millicent Bulstrode, are mine, and I'm not crazy enough to let you go."
Despite herself, Millicent smiled and leaned in to give him a soft kiss, her fingertips grasping at the lapels of his jacket.
"Good thing I gave you a second look, then."
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Neville Longbottom/Millicent Bulstrode
Rating: PG
Word Count: 499
Summary: Millicent notices all of her flaws, but Neville has never cared about them.
Author’s Notes: Second-place winner of this week challenge at sortinghatdrabs. Pairing was Millicent Bulstrode/Gryffindor of choice and the prompt was "a second look." It was a really tough competition this week, and congratulations to baby_k21 and fiery_flamingo for their winnings!
One of the things Millicent hated most about the upper echelons of wizarding society was the endless array of parties. Social teas, philanthropic luncheons, nights at the opera, lavish balls, it didn't matter. They were all the same; the same mix of gossip and passive-aggressive, catty remarks that made her wonder why the bloody hell she even bothered.
With her hands on her hips, she stood in front of the mirror, critical brown eyes taking in ever facet of her appearance. While her royal purple gown was beautiful, striking in its capacity to draw attention to her more flattering assets, it couldn't completely divert attention from her less favorable body parts.
Her face was too round, and when she turned her head to a certain angle, she added an extra chin or two. Her upper arms were chubby, and her hands were fat with sausages for fingers. She was far too chesty- a fact on which her mother had commented many a time. Her stomach wasn't flat like Pansy's; it rolled from a combination of bad genes and her own fondness for Chocolate Frogs. Her arse was huge, and though the dress hid them, her thighs were each massive in their own right.
"I don't see why we can't just skip this bloody charade," she muttered to her reflection. After all, she only attended to appease her father. Even seven years after she'd matriculated from Hogwarts, he still held out hope that maybe,just maybe, one of her schoolmates- Theodore, or maybe Gregory- would fall hopelessly in love with her.
Her father was a bloody old fool.
"Millie?" a voice called from the large walk-in closet. "Have you seen my tie? I seem to have misplaced it again."
"It's out here," she called, barely casting the nondescript black tie a glance.
"Oh good,' Neville said as he walked out of the closet, preoccupied with his cufflinks. When he lifted his eyes to her, he froze, and breathed, "wow."
Millicent couldn't help but warm under his appreciate gaze, though she immediately schooled her features back into a scowl and turned her focus back to the mirror. "I don't know what you're gaping at," she said snippily.
Coming up behind her, Neville let his hands slide to rest on her silk-clad hips as he pulled her back against him.
"I'm gaping at you," he murmured against her ear, "because I am the luckiest bloke in the world to have you on my arm. And," he pressed a kiss to her smooth throat, "in my bed."
"I doubt anyone would agree with you."
Neville snorted and turned her to face him. "Malfoy, Nott, Zabini- they can look at you all they want now. I'll let them look. But you, Millicent Bulstrode, are mine, and I'm not crazy enough to let you go."
Despite herself, Millicent smiled and leaned in to give him a soft kiss, her fingertips grasping at the lapels of his jacket.
"Good thing I gave you a second look, then."