Clumsy Kind of Love Ch. 13
"Just kiss already," Luna sighed softly noticing for about the fiftieth time, Neville and Hannah had caught each other's eyes.
"I'm sure it'll be enjoyable," Luna added after a little thought. She tilted her head to the side and gave him a dreamy smile.
Neville felt heat crawl up his neck and settle on his cheeks as he remembered Vivian's reaction to the kiss they shared.
"I'm bollocks at kissing," Neville murmured and looked down at his butterbeer sorrow etched into his features.
Luna shrugged, "maybe you weren't kissing the right person," she suggested and looked at Hannah for a brief moment before fixing her dreamy gaze back on Neville.
"What?" Neville asked confused as to what she had meant.
"Maybe you were kissing the wrong person, I think you might have Nimbles, they are these little kangaroo looking creatures with wings that fly into your ears and…," Luna began to explain and narrowed her eyes as she leaned in to inspect his ears.
"What do you mean wrong person?" Neville interrupted looking at her as his eyebrows furrowed in deep thought and confusion.
"Maybe you won't be 'bollocks' at kissing if your kissing a girl you lust for, like Hannah," Luna said in her usual dreamy way as she continued to inspect his ears for Nimbles.
"Lust for?" Neville croaked eyes widening.
"Well yes, I'm sure you've thought of Hannah na…," Luna replied as Neville's hand shot up and covered her mouth.
Neville blushed in embarrassment as images began to rush to his head. He shook them away and he felt like the heat coming from his blush would rival that of a dragon's fire breath. When Neville felt that it was safe to release his hand, and that he had gotten past that embarrassing word he released her.
"Naked," she finished the moment his hand rested on his thigh. Neville groaned and put his head in his hands. "And thank you, Neville, for protecting me from those Barmlies, they are all around this pub," she added and gave him a soft smile.
Yvette got up and smiled at Hannah, "Talk to him," she said and looked at Neville pointedly before looking at Hannah.
"I can't," Hannah said and shook her head, "he's too amazing for me, I realize that now," she added and looked at Neville and Luna talking heatedly about something.
Yvette sighed and pulled her up off the stool, "Go! I'm betting he's thinking the very same thing! Get some happiness!" Yvette encouraged and pushed Hannah into Neville's direction.
"I'm going home anyways, you'll need someone else to talk to, and Neville's a good choice! Go! I'll owl you later!" Yvette said and smiled as she nudged Hannah and flooed home. She waved good-heartedly and mouthed, go for it, before she was taken away by the flames.
Neville thought he was going to die of embarrassment, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know what a Barmlie was, when the subject of their conversation and the cause of his embarrassment walked up to them.
"Hello, Luna," Hannah said and smiled at Luna before turning her attention to Neville, "hi, Neville," Hannah added softly as a pale pink blush reached her cheeks.
"Hello, Hannah," Luna replied and Hannah jumped a little, she had forgotten Luna was there, in the brief moment she was looking at Neville.
"I really must be going, Neville. I'm beginning the search for Rolf Scamander, my father believes he'd make a great addition to the Quibbler staff and he went into hiding when Voldemort returned," Luna explained as everyone in the pub when silent at you-know-who's name. Luna smiled and walked away, "Goodbye Hannah, Goodbye Neville," she said as she flooed away.
Neville turned his attention to Hannah and gave her a soft smile, "H-Hi Ha-Hannah," Neville stammered as he blushed. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, you got rid of your stuttering forever ago and yet you blubber like an idiot when she walks up! Play it cool, Longbottom!
"Hi, Neville, do you mind if I sit here," she said and pointed to the now vacant stool next to Neville.
"O-Of course not," Neville said and Hannah smiled as she sat down.
"Grandpa, can I get another round please," she yelled down the bar, and Tom, the barman, brought them each another butterbeer and glared at Neville as he walked away.
"I broke up with Donovan," Hannah said and Neville's eyes widened as he took a sip. She's single? He asked himself quickly.
"Y-You did. W-Why," Neville asked softly and was mentally scolding himself for his joy.
"He's a jerk! He hit an innocent girl and then lied to me!" Hannah said angrily and slammed her palm against the cool bar counter.
Neville felt himself bristle at these words, Donovan hit a girl! Neville thought angrily and could feel his fist clenching, did he ever hit Hannah? If he did so help me, his fate will be worse than Nagini's.
"Did he hit you," Neville whispered sternly his eyes cool and hard, filled with hatred, and for a second as Hannah looked into her eyes, she feared the sweet, stuttering, Neville Longbottom.
He's this upset about the thought of someone hurting me? She asked herself and her eyes widened, if finally hit her how much Neville cared about her. How true the words Neville had told her father had been, and now her lips began to tingle as she looked at his. They looked so tender and she knew that Neville would be a gentle kisser, she could feel it and suddenly she craved his lips on hers more than she felt the need to breathe.
"No, he never hit me," she whispered and licked her lips, she could feel her heartbeat speed up, and the butterflies in her stomach break out into a frenzy of fluttering. She saw Neville visibly relax, but the stern look still was in his eyes, and there was something else, something she was sure that she had seen before in Neville's eyes, but she couldn't place the emotion.
She breathed in sharply as Neville leaned in closer his eyes on her lips, and then moved to her eyes. Hannah got lost in the chocolate brown eyes of his as they swirled, and at this close she could see the specks of gold in them, and she suddenly loved his eyes even more.
I love Neville. She realized as this revelation finally told her what that emotion in Neville's eyes was, it wasn't lust like she had seen in Donovan's eyes before or desire, it was love, pure unadulterated blissful, euphoric love.
And then Hannah couldn't wait, she needed him more than she needed the blood in her veins, the air in her lungs, she needed his lips moving in harmony with hers, so she grabbed the back of Neville's neck and crushed her lips to his.
Okey Dokey Artichokey! Here's the newest chapter, what do you think? O.o lol
I don't own Harry Potter but I do own Yvette, Donovan, Vivian, Mr. Abbott (still no name I'm thinking Marian XD a mixture of Mark and William lol), Thimble, Barmlies and Nimbles XD lol
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