Kim Stocks First Challenge – NevillexDean 1

Ah, what a nice sunny day. Perfect for pruning the venomous tentacula - which had become strangely attached to me. I was proud that it put up a fuss what it wasn't being pruned by me or Professor Sprout; it seemed to try and attack everyone else. Apparently the sunny day was raising everyone's spirits, I heard people enjoying themselves somewhere around the greenhouses outside. I couldn't tell who they were though, for the greenhouse walls were pearly with condensation and there were quite a few plants in the way. I was enjoying carrying out the tasks that Professor Sprout had granted me permission to do, but it was getting really humid in this greenhouse, even though it was quite spacious. The plants were loving the moisture collecting on their skins, though it was making it hard for me to breathe.

'SEAMUS, NO!' I heard a panicked voice shout. A second later there was an almighty crash, and a football came smashing through the ceiling of the greenhouse, knocking the clippers out of my hand. In my shock I fell to the ground. In the few moments I was sat stunned on the floor I heard panicked giggles, two sets of feet running away and one padding quickly towards me.

The greenhouse door opened whilst I was sat and I immediately tried to get up when I saw who it was. Dean opened the greenhouse and walked towards me with a concerned look on his face. He repaired the ceiling while he was walking towards me, picked up the clippers and helped me up with his other hand. It seemed the heat was already starting to affect him, when he bowed to pick up the clippers I saw beads of sweat forming on the back of his neck, starting to seep through his Muggle football team shirt.

I'd always thought Dean was a really good friend, not just to me but to everyone. He was always nice. I never realized my feelings for him were more than just friendly until I saw him fighting in the war. I knew that my Gran would never approve of a wizard-wizard relationship because she was so old fashioned. I remember when everyone was having career meetings with professor McGonagall, and she gave me some advice which was not to do what my Gran always told me to do. I can't help feeling the way I do about Dean. He's nice, he's funny, he's always happy. I don't know I he works hard to achieve it every morning but he's always well presented, and so handsome. It's times like these when I think that my Gran's wrong. But I have to listen to her anyway. Dean would never like me the way I like him. She'll be happy about me not disgracing the family and then at least I'll never have to live with the shame of being turned down and mocked.

'Neville, I'm so so sooo sorry about this. I told Seamus not to kick the ball so hard. But does he ever listen, really?'

'No, it's alright. None of the plants are hurt so it's ok.' After my revelation of never being able to be with Dean, I just sort of stand there looking at the floor while he talks to me with his big, carefree grin.

'Something wrong?'

'Oh, no, it's nothing. I'm fine'

'Really, Neville. You can tell me. You can tell me anything…'

'I just-' Before I know it I have the insane urge to gush my feelings to him, there and then in the greenhouse. Instead, I look into his eyes, when did he get so close? I lean in to kiss him in the swelteringly hot room but he beats me to it. In a spurt of speed Dean closes his eyes and presses his lips to mine. All excuses, reasons, worries, fears… are all forgotten in this glorious moment. I hear the clippers he picked up on his entrance clatter to the floor…