JKR just said in passing that Neville married Hannah Abbott the Hufflepuff, everyone knew very little about. So I decided to give Neville his time in the lime light, his love story :). And...sorry if it's a little rough. This is my first fanfiction ;).
Summary: After the battle, Neville looks for the one thing in life he is missing now, love. But, what will happen when Neville's long time crush, has a boyfriend... How will Neville win the love of his life, Hannah Abbott? Neville/Hannah ship :D
The Clumsy Kind of Love Ch. 1
"Mam!" Neville snapped, as his grandmother once again was muttering about the lack of medical service, Neville had received when he had entered the makeshift infirmary. His head throbbed, he felt numb, and languid, as his heart took a slow almost painstaking pace, and pounded against his chest to remind him that he was alive. He breathed slowly, drawing in as much air as his lungs could hold before releasing the air. His grandmother just tapped her finger and looked away, but he could tell she was still less than pleased at the fact he hadn't been looked at yet. What she didn't know was that Neville had already told the mediwitches to leave him alone until the more seriously wounded were tended to first.
He didn't know what to feel. Should he be happy that the war was over, that he had finally made his mam proud, that he helped Harry defeat the darkest wizard of all time, and yet, he felt immense sorrow, a sorrow he couldn't explain, as he looked past his mam and stared at a Hufflepuff a few rows down holding the hand of a wounded student, and studiously staring at his face, her eyes roaming the boy's unconscious features. I'll never get the girl, I'll always be clumsy and stuttering Neville Longbottom, he thought to himself as he stared at the girl whom he had a crush on since second year, when he accidently bumped into her on his way to Herbology.
Neville had no idea what it was about Hannah Abbott that made her so…so…perfect. Was it her blond wavy hair, that was always up away from her face, it had started out as pigtails in the beginning years of Hogwarts but soon became a pony tail in recent ones? Was it her crystal blue eyes, that he could get lost in, and usually forgot his own name when she looked at him? Or was it the fact that…that she was the only person who had ever been kind to him, never made fun of him, never teased him, in fact she seemed to defend him, and that made him wonder why a girl who was so much braver than he, ended up in Hufflepuff.
Hannah Abbott was so impossibly perfect, that his heart sped up just thinking about brushing away the tears that streamed down her face at that moment, while she stared down at her boyfriend, Donovan Blake. Neville sighed, Comfort her! Longbottom! You killed Nagini! Helped Harry Potter take down the most evil wizard of all time! You can do this! A voice inside his head encouraged, he took a deep breath and let it out shakily. He stood.
"Mam...I'll be back," he murmured and walked through the aisles of wounded over to Hannah Abbott where she
sat. She didn't even hear his approach with how intent she was with staring at her boyfriends face.
"Hannah?" Neville said softly, as his voice cracked in nervousness. He was sure he was a ghastly sight, with the burns around his forehead, the dried blood on his cheek, the grime, sweat and blood stained clothing probably didn't help, and the fact that still gripped in his right hand was the sword of Gryffindor, with Nagini's blood encrusted upon the blade, was adding to the whole image. Hannah jumped up startled and looked over at the Gryffindor before her. She took in his appearance and was surprised that she wasn't intimidated. This was Neville, sweet, kind, loving Neville. The Neville who led the rebellion, who took the unforgivable curses with grace and always put others before himself, he was the Neville that held her as she cried when news of her mother's death reached her.
"N-Neville?" she murmured softly and looked into his doe-like brown eyes, that seemed to melt her insides and swirl like hot chocolate. Neville broke the eye contact as he looked down and absent-mindedly scratched the side of his arm.
"A-Are you ok?" he asked gently, a blush creeping up his neck and settling on his cheeks.
Hannah raised an eyebrow, and wiped at the trails of salty tears on her cheeks, "Are you? Shouldn't you see a mediwitch, Neville?" she countered and took in the many cuts, and purpling bruises, especially the burns on his head that he wore like a sick crown.
"They have more important people to tend to, ones who are worse off then little ol' me," he whispered softly and looked down the aisle of the injured and clenched the hilt of the sword of Gryffindor.
"Neville," Hannah sighed. Does he not know how amazing he is she thought softly. "You just stood up to V-V-V, Oh Merlin! You-know-who, I think that gives you a bit of a line jump," she responded and rolled her eyes playfully. She seemed to forget that she was sitting next to her unconscious boyfriend, as she gave Neville a soft teasing smile that made the already present butterflies in his stomach, increase their fluttering.
Then there was a groan heard from the bed and Donovan squeezed Hannah's hand gently.
"Hannah…," Donovan moaned as his eyes which had just opened focus on Hannah.
"Donovan!" Hannah squealed and then proceeded to pepper Donovan's face with light kisses.
Neville looked away and stared with a blank gaze upon the wounded. He slowly backed away as his heart did a painful lurch.
"Bye, Hannah," Neville whispered but it was left unheard as he walked back to his mam. A new kind of hurt enveloped Neville as Hannah's peals of laughter and Donovan's soft chuckles reached his ears. The wound that couldn't be healed with a potion or a spell, the pain of a broken-heart is what ailed Neville now.
He returned to his cot and looked at his mam for a moment before lying down. The soft sounds of his grandmother's mutterings and murmurs, along with the laughter and squeals of glee that could be heard of the Hufflepuff couple, drowned out any of the throbbing he could feel, and the pain in his limbs. Neville closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep trying to ignore the sorrow as he dreamt of a certain honey blonde Hufflepuff peppering light kisses on his face.
