I absolutely love the though of Neville's daughter loving one of Harry's sons. So this story came out of that thought, I hope you guys like it :)

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I held the bottom of my dress in my hands as I stepped through the garden barefoot. My heels were dangling from my other hand, but they hurt my feet too much to wear. I wasn't much of a Gala girl, I only came because Harry and Ron were being celebrated and they were two of dad's best friends.

My dad was Neville Longbottom and my mum was Hannah Abbott-Longbottom. I looked a lot like her and my grandmum. At least, that's what I've heard from dad. I never got to meet grandmum or granddad, they both died before I was seven years old. I couldn't really remember what they looked like.

I finally found a stone bench to sit on outside. I dropped the skirt of my dress and sat down, leaning back a little to let the moon wash over my face. I'd danced with more than a couple of boys that dad thought I should be friends with. They were all painfully boring, so much so that I'd snuck out.

"Hey bookworm, I was curious where you'd snuck out to," a voice said form the darkness behind me, making me jump.

James Potter appeared out of the darkness and sat next to me on the bench. His hair was its usual disarray on top of his head and his tie was loosened around his neck. I hadn't really seen him much at the Gala, but then again I hadn't had a moment to myself the entire night with all the suitors going after me.

"Hello Potter, I didn't see you in there," I said, pushing my hair over my shoulder an straightening out my neck.

"I'd say not with all of those guys you dance with tonight. Did you even have a moment alone?" he asked, taking a curl of mine and wrapping it around his finger. "I don't blame them though, you look bloody gorgeous tonight."

I looked at him and shook my head, pulling my curl out of his grip. "I don't even want to hear it, Potter. How many girls have you shagged in the last month? Probably more than I've ever even talked to."

"Why do you have to be like that, Alice? You know I'd stop all of that if you'd give me a chance. You're the one I've always wanted, love," he said, sliding closer to me.

"You only want me because I don't want you, Potter. I know you like the chase, but the moment I give in you'll get bored," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

He just laughed and shook his head. "I would never get bored of you, Alice Longbottom. You're something I would find a new reason to love every day."

When he said things like that, all I wanted to do was let him in. I knew better than to do that, I knew he said that to every girl he shared a bed with. The mere thought of that made me slide away from him and slip my feet back into my heels.

"You say that to every girl that you share your bed with, James Potter!" I hissed, standing quickly and grabbing my skirt again. "I'm not just another skirt for you to chase! I have morals."

I huffed before making my way back into the Hall. I felt tears burning the back of my eyes, but I refused to cry because of him. I wasn't that kind of girl; I was a smart, independent girl who didn't need a boy.

"Hey baby, what's got you so upset? Did one of those boys try something with you because I'll hex them to bits," mum said, placing a hand on my lower back and steering me towards a table.

I smiled and wiped the few tears that had escaped. "No, I'm just a little bit torn right now, I guess."

"Do you want to talk about it, love?" she asked, brushing my hair out of my face. "I'm always here for you."

I hugged her close to me and felt her kiss the side of my head. I spent the rest of the night dancing with her and acting like we were both teenagers. She and I had always been really close, almost like sisters. I was close with dad too, don't get me wrong, but he saw me as his little girl so it wasn't the same. Mum treated me like an adult, trusting me to make my own decisions.

I held dad's hand as he apparated us home. I took off my dress, jewelry, makeup, and heels before pulling on pajamas. I kissed both my parents goodnight before heading upstairs to go to bed for the night. It was about midnight when we got home and going on one o'clock right now so I was dead on my feet.

I was in the garden from earlier, and I was in the same dress. My hair was in its natural curls and it was floating around me head. I couldn't seem to figure out what I was doing there until I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I turned around to see James Potter standing there in the same clothes he had on earlier, but he looked much sexier.

His hair was still its usual mess, but his brown eyes were absolutely smoldering. His smile made my heart beat at warp speed and my palms started to sweat as he moved closer to me. He stood in front of me but didn't say a word. It was like he was waiting for me to break the thick silence between us.

"What are you doing here? I thought you'd already left," I said without my mind's permission.

"I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to you, princess," he said in a raspy whisper. "You're too sexy to leave alone."

I knew it was a dream right then because I couldn't feel my cheeks turning pink. I actually was aware enough to construct a response to his patronizing.

"I don't fall for boys like you, Potter. You're the one my dad always warned me about," I said, stepping away from him and walking further into the woods.

I'd barely made it three feet behind the line of trees when a hand wrapped around my wrist. I was whirled around and James' lips pressed to mine before I could speak. His hands held my cheeks in their rough grip and his lips danced against mine.

I could've never imagined kissing someone feeling like it did. It was like it set my entire body on fire and made me come alive. It felt like I was drinking firewhiskey, or sitting too close to the fire in the common room.

All I knew was that all I wanted in that moment was for James to never stop kissing me. That was new for me, I was a good girl and I never did anything bad. James on the other hand, was the school's bad boy. With the way he was kissing me, it was easy to ignore how wrong this was. Even if it was just a dream…

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