They managed to creep up to the common room without being seen by anyone. They had to duck behind one of the unicorn statues as a couple of third years walked passed. Neville didn't think he'd laughed as hard with anyone. They giggled as they ran through the corridors, hand in hand.
Standing that the door leading into the common room, they giggled and breathed heavily as they looked at each other. Neville didn't think Pansy had ever been more attractive to him. Her hair was all over the place, and her skin was flushed and pink from the afternoon sun. She wore a broad, natural smile and her eyes twinkled as she looked at him from under her thick, dark eyelashes.
He felt his heart thud hard in his chest as he admired her. She smiled even wider before looking away. Her hand squeezing his own affectionately.
"Do you reckon there's anyone in there? He asked as he pushed the door open slightly. He peered into the room. There wasn't anyone in the chairs nearest the fire, and it appeared that the study nook was mostly empty. There were too many nooks and corners for people to hide in to be sure.
"Maybe if we go in separately, we'll draw less attention," She replied as she too peered through the crack.
He felt a stab of worry at the suggestion and let his hand loosen. He hated himself for feeling so insecure, but the thought that she didn't want to be seen with him hurt. She glanced up as she felt his hand let go. Her face fell as the realisation hit her. "I didn't mean that I just- It would be nice if it stayed 'just us' for a while before we go public," She smiled and rolled her eyes as she retook his hand. "Come on."
He smiled as she pulled him into the warmth of the eighth year space. They both looked around as they walked quickly to the stairs. They could hear a small group talking from one of the corners, so ran the last few steps to the stairs.
Once up the stairs, they chuckled again, stopping at the portrait hole to the boy's dorms. Pansy looked around him at the picture of the wizened old man with the kind face and smiled.
"Good evening Sir Patrick." She greeted. Neville turned and smiled as the painting nodded in greeting.
"Good evening Ms Parkinson,"
"How is the frame rot? Did they repair you?"
"Yes, Thank you for asking. Reframed and rehomed. One now has time to contemplate the larger picture." He said with a smirk and a wink.
"Sir Patrick the adventurous was once homed in the Slytherin common room, but the lake leaked in, and damaged his frame."
"Awful tragedy." The portrait said dolefully. "We lost a few good friends in that incident." She shook his head. "Mortecina the Merciful and Joseph de Wolesley had been my wall mates for so long."
"I think I saw Joseph on the second-floor corridor near the dark arts classroom.
"You saw Joseph? Mr?"
"Longbottom, Sir"
"Any relation to Ulfric Longbottom?"
"I believe he is a distant relative. Yes, sir,"
"Neville Longbottom?" Neville nodded. The painting studied him, the large feather from his hat swaying in the artist's imaginary wind. "As a Slytherin, I shouldn't condone this however good work with that snake." He nodded seriously and then smiled, his eyes shrinking to creases in his face.
"Thank you, sir," Neville said with a blush.
"Now, Ms Parkinson, Mr Neville, Are we up to any fun activities this evening?" Neville felt his blush increase as Pansy smoothly replied.
"We're just going to get changed and then we are to dine." She smiled innocently.
"Very well, I will allow you admittance, and then I shall be off to find Joseph. Make it so." He nodded and then the portrait swung open.
They looked at each other a giggled. "I need to shower, so I'll probably be half an hour. Is that alright?" Neville asked as he pushed he touched one of the stray strands of Pansy's unruly hair.
She smiled and raised an eyebrow. "I need to shower too, but I'll try and be ready. We could just save time and shower together.
He grinned at the idea but shook his head. "I'd get jealous of the guys trying to glimpse under your towel. And I'm not sure I'd feel much safer upstairs."
She bobbed her head thoughtfully as if trying to think of a counter-argument.
"I guess you're right. See you in half an hour, here."
He nodded and blushed when she leant forward and placed a kiss on his cheek. She pulled away and winked before ascending the stairs. She watched him as he watched her. She smirked, and tugged her skirt, flashing the lacy top of her stocking.
He grinned as he admired the view. She quirked an eyebrow before giggling and running out of sight.
Neville felt his heart thud in his chest as he pushed into the boy's dorms. He was happy to notice that it was mostly deserted, Blaise was in his bed reading and looked up when he stepped in. He nodded cordially before returning his eyes to his book. Neville returned the nod before heading to his bed and closet.
Now that he was away from her, he stood looking at the bed. His new robes had arrived from Madam Malkins along with the other items he'd requested. The memories of that morning returned, and he crashed down onto the edge. With everything that had happened, it felt like months ago. He shook himself as he thought of Pansy.
He smiled as he put away his things and cast a locking charm on his wardrobe and chest. He cast a few other charms, mostly boobie traps to stop any tampering. Once satisfied, he grabbed his towel and left for the bathroom.
The water ran down his soapy body as he squeezed his eyes closed. His mouth parted involuntarily as his slick hand slid up and down his cock in expert strokes. He brought him to the edge only to slow down again. He thought of the rise and fall of her chest as she had come for him. He neck and chest blushing as she pulled his hair and reached out blindly to grab something to hold onto as she fell off the edge. His dick twitched when he remembered her, clutching him as she twitched around his fingers.
He started to speed up again as he thought of her nipple under his tongue and the smell of her lust in his nostrils. The image of her bucking against his hand tightened his balls as he fell. He panted heavily as he savoured the feeling of relief as he spilt himself into the running water of the shower.
He cleaned himself down and swilled the shampoo out of his hair before stepping out and reaching for a towel. He wiped his face and then proceeded to dry off all over. He sighed in relief when he felt dry.
He turned to the mirror and grabbed his wand before casting a drying spell at his hair. It was then that he noticed it. He put his wand down and stepped closer to the mirror. He felt surprise and panic as he looked at his hair.
He moved his head as the greens and purples vied for attention as his hair caught the light. This couldn't be happening. He grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist before leaving the bathroom and heading to his bed. He didn't notice whether Blaise was still there as he kept his gaze down.
He closed his eyes and tried to grab the reigns of his panic. If he got dressed first, he could then think clearly about his hair.
He opened his wardrobe after disarming the doors and pulled out his new clothes. He was dressed in a flash bearly taking notice of how the new trousers and shirt fit. He accioed his shoes and then proceeded to pace.
He caught a glimpse of his hair again in a mirror as he passed. He stepped closer and tugged at it. What was he going to do? He heard a knock on the door and whirled around. Blaise stood in the doorway as his eyes took in his hair. His face looked horrified as he took in the colours.
"Parkinson is here to see you."
He swore under his breath and nodded as he turned away. What was he going to do? He didn't want her to see him like this. He turned to his wardrobe and began to dig, he thought he had a hat somewhere that he might be able to get away with wearing.
His eyes clapped sight on it as he heard footsteps. He grabbed it with a cringe, knowing that Pansy would see through it as soon as she saw it. He pulled it on and turned around as she approached the doorway. A vision of beauty in a shoulderless green jumper and black, corduroy skirt.
He saw her eyes glance up at the hat before her eyes darted away and to the room.
"So, this is the boy's dorm." She said as she walked in and looked around. "It looks just like the girls. Different colours though." She said as she pulled at the teal coloured curtains around Terry's bed.
He swallowed nervously as he watched her walk around the room, slowly taking everything in.
She stepped closer to his bed and touched the purple fabric. "Is this your bed?" She asked innocently enough, but the sly glance she shot his way belied her intention. He nodded as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
She bounced on it and looked around before nodding in approval. "It's nice, feels more comfortable than mine," She looked at him and patted the bed next to her. He stood for a moment before rubbing his hands on his new trousers. He swallowed again as he sat down.
Her warm thigh pressed against his own as she took his hand. She held it for a moment before he looked at her.
"I love your shirt, is it new?" He looked down at the plaid as if he'd never seen it before. He nodded.
"Yeah, it was delivered today." He tried to smile as he felt the sweat bead up on the back of his neck, he reached up to scratch as he avoided her eye.
"I'm going to be brutally honest with you, Neville. I think you should lose the hideous hat."
He shook his head.
"N-no, I erm, like the hat." He stuttered.
"Honesty amongst – well, you know." She smirked. "What's under the hat that you don't want me to see?"
He opened his mouth to argue but closed it again. He sighed as he pulled the hat off his green and purple hair.
"Oh, Neville." She exclaimed as she ran her fingers through it.
"It looks awful, doesn't it?" He asked nervously. He turned to her with a grimace and waited for her reaction. Slowly she shook her head.
"I love it. Green's a favourite, obviously! But purple… I adore purple." She ran her fingers threw it again. "I love it. How did you do it?" She asked.
"I think someone tampered with my shampoo." He watched as her face went from amazed to annoyed.
"You didn't do this on purpose?" She asked, her voice sharp.
"N-no." He replied nervously.
"Who?" She stopped playing with his hair and gripped it gently, making him look her in the face.
"I don't know." He shrugged. "I can guess, but I didn't see them."
She was quiet for a moment as she looked away. Neville held his breath as he waited. He always hated it when Hannah went quiet because it usually meant that he was going to get scolded.
Finally, she turned to him, a determined smile on her face.
"I have an idea, but you have to agree." He nodded as he let out his breath. It occurred to him that he really needed to stop comparing Pansy to Hannah. He obviously didn't know the first clue about women.
"What in Salazar's name have you done, Pans? Your parents are going to kill you, come Christmas!" Blaise cursed as his eyes fixed on Pansy's hair.
Neville watched in wonder as Pansy stood topless in a towel as she dried her multicoloured hair.
He watched as the colours folded and glittered between the strands. She threw the towel at Blaise as he stood in the doorway on the boy's bathroom.
"My parents can fuck off." She said, "wasn't my fault that someone tampered with my bottle of shampoo." She said with a wink. She pointed her wand at her hair and cast a drying charm. Neville couldn't tear her eyes away from the stunning colours as she pulled his comb through her hair.
"Longbottom, How can you let her do this?" Blaise shook his head again. "Her parents will not approve."
Neville shook his head in helplessness before speaking.
"There's still weeks before Christmas, maybe it will fade or wear off?" Blaise didn't look amused as he leant against the wall.
"Now, If anyone asks, you saw us leave the shower together," Pansy confirmed as she pointed at the former Slytherin wizard. He rolled his eyes and nodded.
"Which isn't a lie exactly is it?"
"Feel free to embellish on the details, but the important thing is, we were sickeningly happy and naked."
"Pansy," Neville protested.
"Pans, please, you're like my sister, My younger and more delinquent sister!"
"Make it convincing in any way you can." She turned to Neville and pointed at him. "We need to start being sneaky ourselves. If you show them that their pranks don't bother you, they should grow bored."
"Or escalate." Blaise chimed in sounding bored.
"Quiet, Blaise! If you're not going to be helpful, Fuck off."
"Last time I checked, this was the Men's bathroom! Fuck off yourself, Pans!"
"Fine! Come on, Neville."
Neville nodded as he took her offered hand and left Blaise in peace. He watched, captivated as her former black hair now glittered in the candlelight. She looked stunning. Once back at his bed, she turned and looked at him.
"What do you think? This will be a nonverbal announcement that we've been together. Are you alright with that?"
Neville looked down at her and pushed his fingers into her ruffled hair. He saw under her smooth and cultured features, her vulnerability peeking through.
"I love it." He pulled her in for a kiss as they pulled each other in for a kiss, forgetting the world around them momentarily.
