this is a collection of drabbles all written for aimy (lonely hands) as a birthday present from all her friends over here at the ngf! this amazing idea was entirely organized and planned by the always-lovely pearl, who came up with another flawless idea on the spot. so happy birthday, aimy, from all of the ngfs!
pairing: neville/victoire
prompt: blossoming
writer: PrincessPearl
"neville?"
the word slips out before you can catch it. the footsteps stop.
inhale, exhale. "professor longbottom?" you try again. this works better. there is a clearing of a throat.
"miss weasley, what on earth are you doing in the greenhouse at two in the morning on a weekend night?"
breathe. lumos; light flickers. his face is terribly handsome in the glow. breathe. breathe. breathe.
"i wanted to check on my lapis lazuli blossom," you spout off. it's not entirely a lie, as you are checking up on your precious extra credit project, but he sees right through it anyways. bright. not the light, but his eyes. dark, haunted, and so very deep. try not to get lost.
"victoire," he sighs. not disappointment, you note. weariness. or…fondness, more like. "this is the fifth time this month. it's only the 16th."
step. step. stop.
"i wanted to see you."
heartbeat.
his hand dances over his left ring finger, unadorned now, before giving up and reaching for you.
you wake up in his bed. it's hard to feel protected when naked, but his arms manage the task.
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