Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

Warning: This will probably have any number of things, if Kamerreon's fic is any indication. Read at own risk but do not flame.


If Desires Were Galleons

Valkyrian Werewolf wants Ginny/Neville, hmmmm...pegasus


Neville never ceased to amaze his wife, Ginny. She always knew he had a green thumb but never did she imagine his plant prowess reached the limits she saw before her now.

After the two had returned from their honeymoon they had purchased a small cottage up on a hill overlooking a small wizarding town in southwest Wales. When they first arrived it was obvious the place hadn't been attended to in a while: vines crawling up the house and the fence, weeds rearing their ugly heads up almost everywhere, grass that desperately needed to be mowed, brown leaves spotting the ground, and not one single blossom of any kind!

Neville told Ginny to go down into town and get some things for dinner, and he'd take care of this himself. Ginny was doubtful but she trusted her husband would at least give it his best…and that was enough for her.

She'd spent maybe an hour down in the quaint town. Upon her return she was instantly hit on all sides by the beauty of nature.

The vines and weeds were no more. The grass was evenly cut. The leaves no longer marred the ground and all around her were roses, cherry blossoms, lilies, carnations and so much more.

And there was Neville standing in front of the house with a pleased look on his face.

Ginny ran up to him and asked, "How? How were you able to do all…this," she cried as she motioned to there surroundings.

Neville grinned and said, "I'm a Pegasus: I slam my foot down on the ground and voila…instant spring!"

The two spent that night in their personal Eden…courtesy of a Pegasus.