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Written foraimz666's 'The Ten, Twenty, Thirty Chapter Challenge.
Acceptance
***A Month Later***
"Nev...your doing it again," Harry said in a teasing tone as he flipped the eggs he was cooking for their late breakfast.
"I can't help it, I blame it all on that bum of yours," Neville replied with a smirk as he watched Harry's body turn as red as the tomato sauce, "It has this special quality to it that just seems to draw me in and well...Harry...how would you like to have some fun in the living room?"
"You want to have another round so soon?" Harry asked as he rubbed his sore bum causing Neville to let out a soft moan, "We only just finished in the bathroom."
"Like I said I can't be held responsible for how your bum draw me in," Neville replied in a serious and honest tone making Harry laugh.
"My bum does nothing to you love, you just can't admit that you are a horny teddy bear," Harry said with a laugh as he splashed the fat over the two fried eggs.
"Yes I can but I am your horny teddy bear," Neville replied with a playful huff making Harry give him a pointed look.
"Of course you are my teddy bear, I accepted that after our third round of fun when the effects of the tea those crazy House Elves drugged wore off," Harry replied dryly as he shook his head at the memory, "I think you need to have another word with Mopsy and Herb through."
"Oh? Why do you think that?" Neville asked as he licked his lips as his gaze drifted downwards once again, "I already than-eerr...told them off about spiking our drinks."
"Have you seen what they have done to the empty bedroom next to ours?" Harry asked dryly as he sent his mate a pointed look.
"Not really, I tend to stay out of Mopsy's and Herb's path whenever I can," Neville replied as he slowly stood up trying not to catch Harry's attention, "Why? Did they do misbehave again?"
"It all depends on how you think that they have misbehaved," Harry said as he reached for the plates, giving himself a smug smirk when he heard Neville letting out a low needy moan.
"Okay...what did they do to the room?" Neville asked as his gulped harshly as Harry's lose top moved showing bare skin, "Do you think that introducing them to Dobby and Winky was a bad idea?"
"Not really...I mean I could not leave Dobby and Winky alone for long in case Dobby get's any crazy ideas on how to protect me while Winky might find her way into my heavily warded alcohol cupboard," Harry said as he double checked the food, "Plus it seems to of done a lot of good for not only Dobby and Winky but for Mopsy and Herb to of met too. They seem to of become really good friends and I have never seen...well any House Elf so happy before."
"Then why am I sensing that there is a but about to come?" Neville asked as he slowly and quietly tip toed his way over to Harry.
"Because there is one," Harry answered giving a heavy sigh as he continued to cook, "I mean have you ever met any House Elf like our four who loves to play pranks, drink alcohol, want to be paid and given time off and...don't tell me where they learnt this one from but they seem to love playing muggle football!"
"I know about the love of football, you should of seen Gran's face when she and a friend of hers first saw them kicking the football around," Neville said as he carefully opened up his arms as he got closer to Harry, "I think it is cute and it is healthy for them to have something to do besides cleaning."
"Yes but tell that to your Gran when she finds out that they cut up her best dress so they could turn it into their very own football players outfit," Harry said with a shake of his head, "You know I wonder what would happen if we introduced some more House Elves to football...maybe we could start up a tournament for them or something."
"If anyone could do it then you will love," Neville said as he wrapped his arms around Harry causing his mate to shiver in pleasure.
"N-Nev," Harry whimpered out as he leant back into his mate's hold, "I w-"
"I guess I was right the last time, I do need to get used to walking in on scenes like this."
At the stern yet familiar voice both Neville and Harry gave a sharp cry of surprise and pulled apart from each other only to find Lady Longbottom standing in the kitchen doorway with a look of amusement on her face.
"It is about time you two woke up, I was starting to wonder if you two would ever wake up," Lady Longbottom said as she slowly made her way towards the empty table, "Through with the sounds I heard last night coming from your bedroom I guess I shouldn't be surprised."
"G-Gran!" Neville cried out as his whole face went bright red, "W-What do you mean?"
"You forgot to put up any silencing spells," Lady Longbottom replied with a smirk on her face, "What is for breakfast this morning Harry? Or has my Grandson not allowed you to get that far yet?"
"We're having a proper English breakfast Lady Longbottom," Harry stuttered out as he tried to get his blush back under control, "After what you said last night about something big happening today I felt that we needed a good breakfast."
"I am glad that you listened to me Harry but what did I tell you about calling me Lady Longbottom?" Lady Longbottom asked with a pointed look causing Harry to give her a sheepish look as he dished out their food.
"Not too, I should call you Gran or Grandmother," Harry said with a blush, "I'm trying...Gran...but it's hard to accept all of these changes, it has only been a month."
"I understand but remember you are part of the Longbottom family now," Lady Longbottom said while keeping her thoughts on male hormones and young love to herself, "Neville do you see any sign of the post? It should be here by now."
"Not when I checked half an hour ago," Neville answered as he turned to look out of the open window, "Just my luck...Gran, Harry, the post has arrived."
Remember that not every owl is as graceful as Hedwig Harry quickly pulled out his wand and cast a protection spell at the three plates of food only for a second later a large barn owl came through the kitchen window and land on the table with a heavy thud.
"Honestly you would think people would teach their owls how to land properly," Lady Longbottom tutted as she carefully untied the letter from around the owls' leg, "Oh my! It seems to of arrived, a bit late but still it is better being slightly late than never."
"What do you mean Gran?" Neville asked as he began to clear the table of owl feathers only to let out a low groan of frustration as a new load of owl feathers came as the owl flapped its wings and flew out of the kitchen.
Instead of replying verbally Lady Longbottom simply held out her letter for the two males to see. It was a letter from the ministry and not from jus any ministry worker but from Fudge himself.
"Seems like I really made an impression the last time I visited Fudge," Lady Longbottom muttered softly as she began to open her letter much to Neville's and Harry's confusion, "Maybe next time I should tone things down a bit."
To Be Continued...
One more chapter and then it is the Epilogue.
