As a happy birthday present for Harry and Neville, I've decided to write a H/N oneshot. In other words, SLASH.

It's very short - less than three hundred words. Tell me what you think and I may try another oneshot in the future!


Voldemort was gone. He was really, truly dead. Demelza Robins burned the D.A symbol into his snake-like face, and he didn't budge. Jack Sloper spit right on his face, yet not a flinch.

The mood in the room was contagious. You couldn't help but be happy – more than happy, really. Ecstatic. Delirious.

But no one was happier than the two boys who stood at opposite ends of the room. The D.A's commander, Neville Longbottom, and the Saviour, Harry Potter. The two locked eyes across the cheering, kissing, hugging, and fireworks, then both simultaneously crossed the room, meeting in the middle.

"Commander Longbottom." Said Harry formally, offering his hand.

"Saviour Potter." Neville replied, taking the other boy's.

The crowd around them quieted, wondering what would be said next.

In a sudden move that surprised everyone, Neville and Harry suddenly dropped each other's hands. Harry's arms went around the taller boy's neck, Neville's around his waist.

No one could believe it – Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter, kissing? Was that even allowed?

Neville tightened his hands on Harry's waist and pulled him up. Harry's legs wrapped around Neville's waist, but nether broke the kiss.

"What the bloody hell?" Ron finally spoke for everyone. This caused the two Gryffindors to break apart, both panting.

"I think Mr. Weasley speaks for us all, Mr. Potter, Mr. Longbottom," Said Professor McGonagall. "What the bloody hell indeed?"

"Surprise?" said Harry nervously, biting on a now-red lip.

"Happy No More Voldemort Day?" added Neville, smiling slightly.

That was when Ginny Weasley fainted.