A/N: This was originally Chapter 12: Falling in Messages of Love. I felt Neville and Pansy deserved their own story.

Hmmm...a sexy American girl and a drop dead gorgeous Brit find themselves alone for the first time...I'm having a deja vu moment. Let's see what Pansy and Neville were up to while Draco and Hermione were on the Red Carpet. Pansy's POV.

We could hear that Draco was not alone in the living room. Neville Longbottom was with him. He was saying that he thought I would like some company when I watch them go down the red carpet. Hermione and I just looked at each other and mouthed, "Oh my god!". I would have been jumping up and down, but I had my Manolo BB's on and you just don't do that in these stilettos. So we just fist bumped and she winked at me. I'm so glad I finally wore something presentable. I had been slaving on my sewing machine and some days, I didn't even get out of my pajamas, I was just too busy. Finishing with a couple days to spare, I figured I'd like to dress up too. I had on a green silk button down top and a swingy little black skirt that ended a couple inches above the knees. I complimented Hermione nicely. I quickly looked in the mirror and thankfully, my bob had not one hair out of place and my bangs were perfectly straight. I grabbed Hermione's red lipstick and quickly swiped some on.

Neville had dinner the week before with us and he and I seemed to get along quite nicely. I couldn't believe it, just like Hermione when I met Draco, and now I was meeting Neville, the guy we used to swoon about. We used to talk about him after watching the very last movie in our favorite series, when his badass self is revealed and he kills that bitchy snake while rocking a cool af sweater. I even found that foreign magazine that had those sexy pics of him in his underwear.

Hermione had slipped on her shoes and was ready. We hugged and squealed, she looked so incredible. I told her I was going out first, then said, "You're a supermodel, baby. Go out there, stop, turn, and wink at your man!" When I am in front of them, I clear my throat and announce, "Gentleman, I present to you, Miss Hermione Granger". She confidently walked out, stood there with a wide stance, then turned slowly around so they could see the back. Then she winked at them, just as I had told her to do. Draco's eyes widened and Neville actually had to grab his arm when he looked like he was about to stumble onto the couch. Just before he did that, we heard him whisper, "So beautiful..."

I was so happy with his reaction, I fist pumped and then broke out into a happy dance, and Neville joined me, grabbing me in his arms and dipping me. It felt so good to be in his arms. I inhaled his scent and sighed. He smelled delicious, and looked delicious too, dressed in a tight black t-shirt and very form fitting dark denim jeans.

Draco and Hermione had to go and we hugged them both. When they said they would see us later, Neville said, "Well, hopefully not!" Both Draco and Hermione stood there a moment with their jaws hanging open, and I'm sure I had the same look on my face. Then I couldn't help but smile as I held onto his arm.

Once they were gone, I went to the kitchen and grabbed champagne out of the fridge. Neville got the flutes and we made our way to living room and sat on the couch. I turned on the TV and settled in. Neville said, "Mind if I sit next to you?" and I patted the space in response.

Their limo pulls up and it's show time. Since Draco is one of the main stars, his limo is one of the first to pull up. "Awww!", I say when I see Draco kiss Hermione. He gets out and starts to wave. Then he offers Hermione his hand, and helps her out. I jump up, almost knocking the flute out of Neville's hand to get closer to the TV although it is one of the biggest screens I have ever seen. I squeal when I see her beautiful Manolos and then my dress. There is another sweet moment when Draco holds her close, and kisses her. That man is truly smitten and I am so glad for my friend. I am clapping and bouncing on my toes because they are about to be interviewed about the most important thing of all, what they're wearing! The reporter for that one letter channel says, "You both look absolutely stunning! What are you wearing tonight, Draco", and he answers the name of one of those posh shops on Savile Row in London. Then she turns to Hermione and I am holding my breath. The reporter says, Hermione, right? She nods and smiles. Who dressed you up like a Goddess tonight and she confidently said, "One of my absolute best friends, Pansy Parkinson". The reporter says, "I've never heard of her before, but if this beautiful gown is any indication of what she can create, I'm sure we will be seeing more of her gowns on the red carpet in the future!"

I am screaming and start to jump up and down when I stumble a little. Quick as a flash, Neville is up and catches me. "Whoa, there, he says, are you all right?" I nod then quickly take off my shoes to make sure nothing happened to them. Neville is shaking his head and laughing a little.

"What?", I say, a little irritated. He looks straight at me and says, "Nothing, you're just too adorable. Congrats, by the way. You're about to get busy with all the attention that your dress is commanding tonight. Hermione looked absolutely beautiful in it. I wanted to tell her, but Draco went barmy the first time I met her and quite frankly, I didn't feel like getting punched out! Mate's quite the possessive one".

I looked at him and gestured for him to go on since I hadn't heard the story, but he did a dismissive wave and said, That's a story for another time. I can think of something better to do with my time alone with you".

My head is processing what he just said, when he leads me back to the couch. He pats his lap and I don't even think, I hike up my skirt a little, then straddle him. Internally, I am fangirling, fanning myself with both hands and chanting "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..." Soon to be designer to the stars is calm, cool, and collected. He's a little surprised at my boldness, but I don't play around when it comes to something I want. Neville kisses my neck, then he rubs his nose against my ear and says, "Mmmm, your hair smells good." His lips find mine and they feel soft but firm. I put my arms around his neck to pull him closer. I'm just going for it, so I kiss him with urgency. He kisses back, his tongue pokes right through my lips and tangles with mine. His hands grab my ass and my hips start rolling. The only thing between me and the tent in his jeans is a tiny satin thong. His hands find their way under my skirt and he cups both bare cheeks. He traces a line up my crease and finds the little heart charm that is attached to the top of the band riding low on my hips. He fingers it and says, "So sexy..." Then he moves one hand to the front, and his fingers find the wet spot on my thong and rubs my clit through the fabric. "Baby, you're so ready for me, aren't you?"

"Yes and no", I think to myself. Now where in the hell, did that come from?" I actually get off his lap, and flop down next to him, a hand covering my eyes and I sigh. I then look into those mesmerising and questioning green eyes and say, "I'm sorry. I want this, I really do. I'm leaving in a few days and a one night stand with an incredibly sexy movie star would be the highlight of my trip, aside from seeing my best friend walk the red carpet in one of my creations. But unbelievably, I don't want to be that girl. I really like you, you're so fucking hot, but I think I want a real relationship. I want it all, like what Hermione has with Draco. I've been here for three weeks and that man worships the ground she walks on. The way his eyes light up when he looks at her and thinks nobody notices...I have never seen a man that in love".

Neville swipes a hand through his hair that I could have grabbed in the throes of passion and says, "I am totally open to that".

My mind is reeling. "Wait...what?", I say. How is this even going to work?"

"I don't have all the answers right this moment, but why don't we figure it out as we go along?"

My stomach grumbles and because of all the excitement, I hadn't eaten hardly a thing today.

Neville laughs and says, "You know, I could use some food too. I know a great hole in the wall place that serves truly delicious food and the people there never bother me. May I take you there on our first date?"

My stomach grumbles again and I laugh. "My tummy says, yes please".

We go eat. We get a corner booth in the back. Between bites of food, I get kisses. He is playing footsy with me. I run my hand up and down his thigh, dangerously close to the crotch of his jeans. My fingertips graze his delicious arousal. He has slid his hand under my skirt to cup my ass. He fingers the heart charm and gives it a little tug. Then he places my hand on his hard cock and whispers, "Feel what you do to me? If I could, I would fuck your sweet, wet pussy on this table, right here, right now". A shiver travels down my spine and straight to my clit. We order the Death by Chocolate dessert and actually savor it. Neville doesn't want to walk out with a very noticeable hard on.

Afterwards, he drives around giving me a quick tour. He parks in a secluded spot that overlooks the twinkling lights of the city. We have a hot and heavy make out session in the back seat. Breasts are fondled, arousal ground on, his hips rocking, and mine rolling, hair mussed up. Then we watch the beautiful sunrise. There is no place I'd rather be than in his arms. He drives me back to Hermione and Draco's place. He gets out of the car, opens the door and walks me to the door. He gives me a kiss full of promise and we make a date to see each other again before I leave. He says, "I can't wait to see you again". Which in fact will be later today, after I get some much needed sleep and some gossip time in with my girl Hermione.

I sneak into the house and stand in the window to watch him leave. He sees me and blows me a kiss before driving away. And so technically, I can say I truly spent the night with a famous movie star.

I go to my room, flop on the bed and hug one of the pillows to me. I think I might be falling in love with that gorgeous man.