Fic: First Kiss (Ginny/Neville)
TITLE: First Kiss
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Neville glanced over his shoulder, surprised by the interruption and even more startled by Ginny’s presence. “Ginny, what are you doing here?” Ginny shrugged. “Visiting you.”
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Ginny/Neville)
STATUS: Complete - 500 words
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for Week 128 @ sortinghatdrabs. It tied for first place :)
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The day was fading into night as Ginny slipped over the threshold of Greenhouse Seven. Walking as quietly as she could, Ginny tiptoed down the long aisle to where Neville stood at the head of the greenhouse. He was sitting on one of the high stools and taking notes on the plant in front of him.
“Hi,” Ginny smiled when she got close enough.
Neville glanced over his shoulder, surprised by the interruption and even more startled by Ginny’s presence. “Ginny, what are you doing here?”
Ginny shrugged. “Visiting you.”
“Me?”
“Of course.” Ginny sidled up the the work-bench and observed the leafy green plant in front of them. “What are you doing out here anyway? It’s getting late.”
“Extra credit,” Neville said, putting down his notebook. “Professor Sprout says that if I ace my Herbology NEWT, she’ll recommend me for a teaching job in the future.”
Ginny raised her eyebrows. “At Hogwarts?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s amazing, Neville.” And it was. Who would have thought that Neville Longbottom, the boy who everyone thought was going nowhere, would turn into someone with such a bright and positive future.
Neville cocked his head, looking at her curiously. “What are you really doing here?”
“I came to do something actually.”
“What’s that?”
“This.”
Ginny stepped forward, cupped Neville’s face gently between her palms, and brought their lips together. It was soft and sweet, barely even a whisper of contact between them. Ginny stepped a little closer, maneuvering her body between Neville’s thighs and deepening the contact.
Neville’s hands shook as he reached out and touched Ginny’s shoulders, his fingers flexing into her skin as if unsure of his moves.
They were so close Ginny could feel the warmth of Neville’s body against her. It was overwhelming. Pulling back, Ginny met Neville’s eyes and smiled softly. Before her lips brushed against Neville’s again, soft and gentle, until Neville’s eager lips opened for her, begging her to taste. Ginny stepped even closer, her tongue exploring, devouring.
She gasped for breath as she pulled back, giving them both the opportunity to breathe. Clearing her throat, she tried to ease some of the hunger raging through her body. Who would have thought it would feel this way with a boy she had known forever.
Neville wasn’t quite so keen to let go. In one quick movement, he slid an arm around Ginny’s waist and pulled her close. With Neville sitting down they were almost exactly the same height, and everything lined up perfectly.
Ginny’s mouth fell open, half from shock, half from the lust that blinded her. “Oh gods,” she whispered, as every inch of Neville’s body pressed along her own.
Neville’s breath was erratic, they stared at each other bewildered by the sheer level of desire running between them. Neville let out a soft breath and closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against Ginny’s. “What was that for?”
“I wanted to,” Ginny whispered, running her fingertips along Neville’s ears. “I’ve wanted to for a long time.”
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Neville glanced over his shoulder, surprised by the interruption and even more startled by Ginny’s presence. “Ginny, what are you doing here?” Ginny shrugged. “Visiting you.”
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Ginny/Neville)
STATUS: Complete - 500 words
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for Week 128 @ sortinghatdrabs. It tied for first place :)
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The day was fading into night as Ginny slipped over the threshold of Greenhouse Seven. Walking as quietly as she could, Ginny tiptoed down the long aisle to where Neville stood at the head of the greenhouse. He was sitting on one of the high stools and taking notes on the plant in front of him.
“Hi,” Ginny smiled when she got close enough.
Neville glanced over his shoulder, surprised by the interruption and even more startled by Ginny’s presence. “Ginny, what are you doing here?”
Ginny shrugged. “Visiting you.”
“Me?”
“Of course.” Ginny sidled up the the work-bench and observed the leafy green plant in front of them. “What are you doing out here anyway? It’s getting late.”
“Extra credit,” Neville said, putting down his notebook. “Professor Sprout says that if I ace my Herbology NEWT, she’ll recommend me for a teaching job in the future.”
Ginny raised her eyebrows. “At Hogwarts?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s amazing, Neville.” And it was. Who would have thought that Neville Longbottom, the boy who everyone thought was going nowhere, would turn into someone with such a bright and positive future.
Neville cocked his head, looking at her curiously. “What are you really doing here?”
“I came to do something actually.”
“What’s that?”
“This.”
Ginny stepped forward, cupped Neville’s face gently between her palms, and brought their lips together. It was soft and sweet, barely even a whisper of contact between them. Ginny stepped a little closer, maneuvering her body between Neville’s thighs and deepening the contact.
Neville’s hands shook as he reached out and touched Ginny’s shoulders, his fingers flexing into her skin as if unsure of his moves.
They were so close Ginny could feel the warmth of Neville’s body against her. It was overwhelming. Pulling back, Ginny met Neville’s eyes and smiled softly. Before her lips brushed against Neville’s again, soft and gentle, until Neville’s eager lips opened for her, begging her to taste. Ginny stepped even closer, her tongue exploring, devouring.
She gasped for breath as she pulled back, giving them both the opportunity to breathe. Clearing her throat, she tried to ease some of the hunger raging through her body. Who would have thought it would feel this way with a boy she had known forever.
Neville wasn’t quite so keen to let go. In one quick movement, he slid an arm around Ginny’s waist and pulled her close. With Neville sitting down they were almost exactly the same height, and everything lined up perfectly.
Ginny’s mouth fell open, half from shock, half from the lust that blinded her. “Oh gods,” she whispered, as every inch of Neville’s body pressed along her own.
Neville’s breath was erratic, they stared at each other bewildered by the sheer level of desire running between them. Neville let out a soft breath and closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against Ginny’s. “What was that for?”
“I wanted to,” Ginny whispered, running her fingertips along Neville’s ears. “I’ve wanted to for a long time.”