What Was Lost 10/10
Title: What Was Lost ~ The Pursuit Of Happiness (10/10)
Author: Lire lire_casander
Pairing: Bill Weasley/Neville Longbottom
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 741
Beta: Unbeta'ed. Any mistakes are my own fault.
Disclaimer: I do not own in any form or shape these characters, JK Rowling does. Just playing with them for my own amusement and yours.
Summary: Bill Weasley is a Ministry worker sent to Hogwarts to supervise the OWLs and NEWTs. He expects to catch up with his old friend Neville Longbottom, but things are not the same anymore.
Warnings: Angst.
Author's Note: Written for 10_themes's prompt table using prompt 08. Gold.
Bill was seated behind Neville during the NEWTs Herbology exam, taking notes and silently following the pace of elaboration. He wasn't especially skilled in plants, but he knew he shouldn't leave Neville alone. Bill feared that the younger wizard could have another breakdown.
That particular NEWTs exam was the last one; Bill couldn't wait for it to end, even though he had to transcribe his notes and decide who passed in the following weeks. In other circumstances, Bill would have hated to work during summer, but he had an incentive to finish as soon as possible.
Having been forced to take a sabbatical, Neville was going to move in with him for the year.
The minutes ticked away and finally it was all over; the students cheered when Neville allowed them to exit the greenhouse, and the other two Ministry workers left soon afterwards. Bill stood up and ordered a bit his notes, waiting for Neville to get done with the tidying of the room. everyone already knew they were a couple, so it shouldn't surprise anyone to see them walking out of the greenhouse hand in hand.
"Fancy a walk?" Bill asked, waving towards the lake and the beautiful sights they would have from there. "I can shrink my stuff so I don't have to go back to your rooms."
Neville nodded. Bill suspected he wasn't ready to accept that Hogwarts wouldn't be his home, at least for twelve months; the red head couldn't blame Neville for being scared to leave the only place he had called his for ten years. So he had decided to help Neville in every little way he could.
They walked around the lake, under the sunny sky dyeing everything gold and blue. Some kids were sitting under the trees, talking about the summer ahead and their plans. "you have to go back to London today," Neville said, but it sounded as a question more than as a statement.
"And you'll be home with me tomorrow evening, Nev. I can't stay for the last breakfast, and you cannot skip it. But I'll be waiting for you at The Burrow after leaving my notes at the Ministry."
"How does your mother feel about... us?" Neville looked down at their linked hands. "I suppose she threw a fit when she knew I was moving into her home with her son."
"Living with my parents will be temporary, Nev. Just until we find a place for us; that's it, if you still want to move in with me and not go back to your grandmother's."
"Of course I want to live with you!"
"I just mean that everything has been so sudden, so rushed... I thought you'd have second thoughts or something. It's a big step, and we've been dating only a few days."
Neville smiled softly. "It's been official for just a week, Bill, but how long have you been feeling like this?" He tightened his grip on Bill's fingers. "It feels right. It's the first thing to feel okay in about a year. I'm not letting it go."
Bill smiled back and took Neville in a tight embrace. Slowly, they sat under a tree in front of the lake, and the stared at the horizon. Neville got comfortable between Bill's legs, his back against Bill's chest. Some students started whispering and chuckling; Neville blushed and struggled to sit up, but Bill shook his head. "They think this is the hottest thing they'll see," he whispered. "But we can show them better."
"Bill, I don't think I---"
""Just a kiss, please. You're not their teacher anymore, and you know you want to. An innocent kiss."
Neville, fixing his gaze to the fire he saw in the red head's eyes, leant in at the same time as Bill did, their lips joining midway. The kiss lifted Bill to a heaven he didn't even know existed - they moved in synch, forgetting the sounds of the world around them, not hearing the wolf-whistling nor the snickering, just being. Bill had to close his eyes, his feelings threatening to spill through them.
When he opened them again, the sun bathing everything had lent Neville's hair a shade of gold. He sighed contentedly as the teacher snuggled up to him. Even though Bill knew the times ahead of them were not going to be easy, he was sure that they would recover what they had lost once upon a fairy tale.
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Author: Lire lire_casander
Pairing: Bill Weasley/Neville Longbottom
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 741
Beta: Unbeta'ed. Any mistakes are my own fault.
Disclaimer: I do not own in any form or shape these characters, JK Rowling does. Just playing with them for my own amusement and yours.
Summary: Bill Weasley is a Ministry worker sent to Hogwarts to supervise the OWLs and NEWTs. He expects to catch up with his old friend Neville Longbottom, but things are not the same anymore.
Warnings: Angst.
Author's Note: Written for 10_themes's prompt table using prompt 08. Gold.
Bill was seated behind Neville during the NEWTs Herbology exam, taking notes and silently following the pace of elaboration. He wasn't especially skilled in plants, but he knew he shouldn't leave Neville alone. Bill feared that the younger wizard could have another breakdown.
That particular NEWTs exam was the last one; Bill couldn't wait for it to end, even though he had to transcribe his notes and decide who passed in the following weeks. In other circumstances, Bill would have hated to work during summer, but he had an incentive to finish as soon as possible.
Having been forced to take a sabbatical, Neville was going to move in with him for the year.
The minutes ticked away and finally it was all over; the students cheered when Neville allowed them to exit the greenhouse, and the other two Ministry workers left soon afterwards. Bill stood up and ordered a bit his notes, waiting for Neville to get done with the tidying of the room. everyone already knew they were a couple, so it shouldn't surprise anyone to see them walking out of the greenhouse hand in hand.
"Fancy a walk?" Bill asked, waving towards the lake and the beautiful sights they would have from there. "I can shrink my stuff so I don't have to go back to your rooms."
Neville nodded. Bill suspected he wasn't ready to accept that Hogwarts wouldn't be his home, at least for twelve months; the red head couldn't blame Neville for being scared to leave the only place he had called his for ten years. So he had decided to help Neville in every little way he could.
They walked around the lake, under the sunny sky dyeing everything gold and blue. Some kids were sitting under the trees, talking about the summer ahead and their plans. "you have to go back to London today," Neville said, but it sounded as a question more than as a statement.
"And you'll be home with me tomorrow evening, Nev. I can't stay for the last breakfast, and you cannot skip it. But I'll be waiting for you at The Burrow after leaving my notes at the Ministry."
"How does your mother feel about... us?" Neville looked down at their linked hands. "I suppose she threw a fit when she knew I was moving into her home with her son."
"Living with my parents will be temporary, Nev. Just until we find a place for us; that's it, if you still want to move in with me and not go back to your grandmother's."
"Of course I want to live with you!"
"I just mean that everything has been so sudden, so rushed... I thought you'd have second thoughts or something. It's a big step, and we've been dating only a few days."
Neville smiled softly. "It's been official for just a week, Bill, but how long have you been feeling like this?" He tightened his grip on Bill's fingers. "It feels right. It's the first thing to feel okay in about a year. I'm not letting it go."
Bill smiled back and took Neville in a tight embrace. Slowly, they sat under a tree in front of the lake, and the stared at the horizon. Neville got comfortable between Bill's legs, his back against Bill's chest. Some students started whispering and chuckling; Neville blushed and struggled to sit up, but Bill shook his head. "They think this is the hottest thing they'll see," he whispered. "But we can show them better."
"Bill, I don't think I---"
""Just a kiss, please. You're not their teacher anymore, and you know you want to. An innocent kiss."
Neville, fixing his gaze to the fire he saw in the red head's eyes, leant in at the same time as Bill did, their lips joining midway. The kiss lifted Bill to a heaven he didn't even know existed - they moved in synch, forgetting the sounds of the world around them, not hearing the wolf-whistling nor the snickering, just being. Bill had to close his eyes, his feelings threatening to spill through them.
When he opened them again, the sun bathing everything had lent Neville's hair a shade of gold. He sighed contentedly as the teacher snuggled up to him. Even though Bill knew the times ahead of them were not going to be easy, he was sure that they would recover what they had lost once upon a fairy tale.
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