CPOV

"I didn't get in"

I was sat in common room reading my book when Neville plopped himself down beside me. "Huh?"

"The slug club, I didn't get in."

"Oh…well….Would you really want to be in something with slug in the title anyway?" He gave me a long look which ended with a huff. "Well…I guess not."

"Isn't the party for his recruits tonight anyway?"

"Yeah, he wants to me to serve drinks and stuff. I even get an outfit" He rolled his eyes before pulling out a white jacket from his bag.

I was trying so hard not to laugh. "When you're ready I'll have water with 3 ice cubes and a slice of lemon."

He nudged me in the ribs. "Well aren't you the funny one."

"Sometimes."

I continued to read my book as he sat there fidgeting. Something was definitely on his mind.

"What?"

He let out a long sigh before finally answering. "My Grandmother wants to meet you."

"Why?"

He responded with a shrug. "I dunno. Probably to make sure you exist. She wants you to come to our house for tea when we go back for our Christmas holiday."

"But we haven't even been dating a couple of weeks."

"Yeah but I've been talking about you for months."

I couldn't help but smile at this. He had been talking about me?

"Well...sure. I'll just have to write to my aunt and tell her."

He smiled and took my hand is his. "Brilliant. Hey did you see lavender kiss Ron?" That made my heart sink a little.

After the Gryffindor match lavender had jumped Ron in the middle of the common room.

I had also seen the look on Hermione's face.

When I talked to her she of course acted like it didn't bother her. She had even told me she was taking McLaggen to the party. To spite Ron of course.

"Yeah. I don't really think it will last."

"How come?"

"Well…all they do is snog. Every time I see them they are tongue wrestling. Do you think they have ever had a conversation?" He thought long about this."Well…we kiss. A lot"

"Not on that kind of level Neville."

I slid my hand over to Neville's thigh making it crawl up his leg before he stiffened and pushed it away.

"Cathy!"

I just rolled my eyes "See."

When we where on the train back home I could feel the nerves settling in. They came across more on Neville.

"What if she doesn't like Me.….what if your aunt sees me and is like…oh no. There is no way I am allowing you around my niece!"

I gave him a look. "Neville. My aunt is only going to collect me. She won't be there for longer than 5 minutes. Besides I should terrified of your grandmother especially after what you've told me about her. I mean she sent you howlers…for what exactly? And my aunt likes everyone, I highly doubt that she will hate you or banish you from seeing me, you're not exactly…well….a bad boy or even a little bit of a bad influence."

He crossed his arms and pulled a face. "I could be."

"Neville. You don't even really like kissing in public. I placed my hand on your thigh the other day and you pretty much batted it away."

"That's different. Everyone was in the room!"

I sighed before looking out the window but I could feel him watching me. He crossed the compartment settling down next to me and pulling me against him kissing me hard. This was new. I felt this hand and on my knee before he slowly rub it against my thigh bringing his hand underneath the edge of my skirt. My eyes flew open and I broke the kiss pushing my hands against his chest. "Neville!" He just gave me a wicked grin before leaning down and placing a kiss on my collarbone.

"We're alone now"

He sucked on my neck slightly causing a loud moan to escape my lips.

I slammed my hand up to my mouth and I could see Neville trying to suppress his laughter.

"Longbottom will you stop it!" He just continued to laugh "No, I don't think I will." He continued to kiss me, this time I could feel his tongue asking for entrance which I gladly allowed. His hand had now removed itself from under my skirt and had made its way up to my breast which I didn't expect.

This was the first time he had ever done this, god it felt amazing, I could feel the heat radiating from him but was terrified someone would walk in at any moment.

"Neville I think we should stop"

He looked at me a little rejected. "Did I do something wrong?" He swiftly removed his hand "I…I did It wrong didn't' I?"

"No. It's just I'm afraid if you continued doing that someone would walk in."

He sat up moving a little away. "So I didn't …over step my boundaries?"

"No Neville. .You can touch whatever you want." He gave me satisfied smile before fidgeting a little.

"You ok?"

"Yeah just uh...something came up"

I gave him a confused looked before realising exactly what he meant. "Oh. So I shouldn't do anything to get you hot and bothered?"

"Don't be evil"

"So if I...touched you inappropriately? That wouldn't help?"

He gave me an evil glare.

"Ok. How about this. Ron's arse?"

He had a horrified look on his face but relaxed.

"Yeah that actually helped."

"Good. If it hadn't of. I would have been afraid."

When we excited the train we saw an old woman waited at the platform. She was standing perfectly straight not a crease in her clothes. I automatically felt untidy.

We slowly made our way up to her; Neville had a vice grip on my hand. She is going to hate me. "Cathy. This is my grandmother" I swallowed hard "It's really nice to meet you Mrs Longbottom"

She came over before grabbing my face giving it hard squeeze like the way an old auntie would "So…you're Catherine." She walked around me giving me the once over.

"Well Neville you weren't lying. She is pretty." She gave me a smile. Neville looked like he was about to faint. "Well. Shall we get back to ours?"

When we had arrived at Neville's house we all sat around the kitchen table as Neville's Nan Poured us tea. "So…" Me and Neville just sat there watching her intently not daring to say a word. "You're dating my grandson."

I smiled. "You have a lovely smile dear."

"Thank you"

"You know Neville has been talking about you for months. I started to think he just made you up with what he was saying" I was definitely intrigued by this.

"What did he say?" Neville slouched in his seat a little before receiving a stern word from his grandmother "Neville sit up straight at the table." He automatically went to the upright position grabbing his tea cup. "Neville would tell me about how lovely you are, Smart, Funny; he's been helping you with herbology?"

"Yeah Neville's brilliant at it. Don't know what I would do without him."

I gave him a small smile as his cheeks turned a rosy colour. Neville's grandmother continued asking me questions.

"Why don't you tell me about yourself dear?"

"What would you like to know Mrs Longbottom?"

"Well. What do your parents do?" I froze as did Neville.

"Uh well…I haven't seen my mother since I was born actually." Neville looked at me; I hadn't mentioned my mother once. I wasn't going to tell anyone who she was. Ever.

"Oh well I'm sorry, what about your father?"

"He died this July."

She nearly dropped her teacup. "Oh…I am sorry."

"It's ok. Just a little weird that this would be my first Christmas without him. My birthday was odd enough." She swiftly changed the subject off my father which I appreciated.

"So what are your plans for Christmas?"

"Well. Me and my aunts are going to her son's family. I'll probably just spend all day playing with their kids. What will you and Neville be doing? "

"Well we will go visit his parents, like we do every year. Then come home and have dinner with Neville's uncle."

"Neville's parents?" She looked at me before turning all her attention to Neville. "You didn't tell her?"

Neville hung his head. He seemed a little disappointed in himself. Neville's Nan rose from the table before making her way over to a book shelf and grabbing a photo frame. She then came and sat next to me handing me the picture. It was a man and a woman holding a small child in their arms. "That's my son Frank and his wife Alice. Neville's parents."

I looked at Neville with his chubby cheeks and mess of hair; he was bloody cute as a kid.

"They were Aurors back in the day. Even fought in the wizarding war. Then after…when he disappeared, Death Eaters used the Crutiatus curse on them for information about Voldermort. Drove them insane. Now they live at St Mungo's, don't even recognize Neville or I." I looked over at Neville who was starring straight at me. My heart broke just looking at him.

She stood up putting the photo back then turned her gaze to Neville.

"What have I told you a thousand times Neville?"

"Don't be ashamed."

"Mhm. I'll give you too a minute. Have a few errands to run."

After she left we sat in silence. I wanted to run over to Neville and fling my arms around him but I didn't know if he wanted me to

"I'm not ashamed of my parents." He was looking towards the ground fiddling with his jumper. "I'm actually really proud of them. I just…it's not something I really want to talk about" I knew exactly how he felt. Right then I wanted to tell him but it was different... His parents sounded like heroes. My mother was a raving lunatic who liked to murder people. "It's ok Neville. I understand. If they knew what type of person you turned out to be they would be so proud of you." I walked over and placed a kiss on his head and he turned around wrapping his arms around my waist. I held him against me running my fingers through his hair as he clutched onto me. We were like this for about 10 minutes before the door peaked open and I jumped back before falling flat on my back.

Neville's Grandmother walked over standing over me as I lay there.

"So...More tea?"

Sorry if Neville's grandmother is a little OOC, I wasn't too sure about how to write her. Actually sorry of anyone is OOC don't think it can be help when writing something like this though. x