Neville's POV:
He walked towards the black lake with Blaise coming into view. He noticed him with two broomsticks and rubbing something off his shoulder.
He noticed him and perked up, "Hey!"
"Hi... Uh, why are there two broomsticks?" Neville asked.
"Well... We're going to fly across this lake to a secret location for our date." Blaise informs.
"No absolutely not! I'll... break something! Or fall or... I dunno. I can't fly!" Neville says.
"Well then... Perhaps I can teach you?" Blaise asks with a smile.
"Madame Hooch couldn't even teach me! Every time I try I fail at it. Please, let me just ride on the broom with you." He begs.
"No can do, Nev. You will not go your whole life not knowing how to fly. How will you transport yourself from place to place?" Blaise asks.
"Floo powder! Or even apparation... Well, I might be bad at that too..." Neville trails off.
"I'll help you with that too! But for now we need to teach you how to fly." Blaise says, handing Neville a broom.
"No. Blaise, seriously, I can't." Neville says.
Blaise gets on his broom and kicks off the ground. He flaats off the ground and stays there.
"Go on then. Get on the broom." Blaise says.
"Blaise-"
"You won't regret it. Besides, you killed that snake. I'm sure you can take on this broom. Come on." Blaise says, gesturing for him to get on the broom. He does so, his nerves threatening to explode at any moment. Luckily enough, he had that life-saving bracelet on.
"Now... gently kick off the ground." Blaise says. Neville looks at Blaise and shakes his head. "If anything happens, I got you, alright? I won't let you get hurt." Blaise assures.
Neville takes a deep breath, grips his hands onto the broom and kicks off softly. He gasps when he notices he's floating and not flying all over the place like he did in first year.
"Good job! Now try to move." Blaise says.
"How?" Neville asks.
"Try uh... Pushing your feet back." Blaise says. Neville does just that and kicks off into the sky at full speed.
"No!" Neville shouts.
"Stay calm! The more you freak out, the worse it makes it!" Blaise shouts behind him. Luckily for Neville, it wasn't possible to freak out. "Try to relax your muscles! It can slow down the broom!" Blaise shouts to him.
He does just that and is relieved to notice the broom slow down. Blaise slows down beside him.
"Look, Nev, you're flying!" Blaise says with a bright smile.
"I... I am!" Neville says with a soft giggle. The broom dips down and he gasps. He tightens his grip on the broom and tips it up slowly and finds himself back in his spot and in control of the broom. "I did it!" He says, "Yeah!"
"I'm proud of you." Blaise says with a smile and a twinkle in his eye. Neville's heart soars. That's the first time he's ever heard that. He looks ahead of him to see various plains and mountains stretched across the grounds below them.
It was a beautiful sight. The sun beat down upon them and highlighted the scenery below them.
"Over there!" Blaise says, pointing to the right of them and tilting his broom ever so slightly that way and riding ahead of him. Neville follows him closely and notices him leaning his broom down. He looks ahead to see where Blaise is going and notices him getting closer and closer to a field of wildflowers colored purple, yellow, blue, and white.
He watches Blaise land and tries to do it himself. Apparently he had gotten too confident. He falls off the broom and rolls across the meadow.
Blaise runs up to him, "You alright?"
"Yeah." He grunts, "Just a little dizzy." He chuckles.
Blaise grabs his hand and pulls him up, "You may have to get some extra help with landing."
"Yeah." Neville says, stretching out his back. "So... this is the place?" Neville asks, taking in the picture of the flowers beside the lake.
"Sure is! But... one more thing." Blaise says, grabbing his wand and holding out his hand in the air. "Accio picnic basket."
He looks at the sky to see a basket flying its way over to them. Blaise catches it flawlessly and opens it up. He pulls out a blanket and lays it on the ground below them.
"Sit wherever you want," Blaise says, gesturing to the blanket. Neville slides his shoes off his feet, showing off his clean socks and sitting down on the blanket.
Blaise follows him after and begins unloading the basket. Blaise pulls out various foods like blueberries, apples, treacle tarts, and a container of various cheeses.
"I didn't quite know what you'd like... so I brought as much as I could." Blaise says while he pulls out a container of strawberries and another of sandwiches. He then pulls out two jars of pumpkin juice. Then finally, he pulls out a bouquet of baby's breath flowers. "That is for you," He says, laying the flowers beside Neville.
Neville smiles, "I love them! Thank you."
Blaise smiles back at him and pops a blueberry into his mouth. "I'm glad."
"And uh... Thanks for teaching me how to fly." Neville says with a blush.
"It's the least I could do. Didn't think you could, did you?" Blaise asks.
"No... I always thought I was too clumsy to. You know... everyone thought I was a squib when I was younger... Sometimes I think they were right... But then whenever I think I can't possibly do magic at all, my grandmother reminds me that I survived being dropped by Great-Uncle Algie by using my magic when I was a baby. But even then... sometimes I worry I don't have enough magic. I don't think I really belong here." Neville says, "Sorry to make it all depressing..."
"You're opening up to me, right? There's nothing wrong with that. In fact, I welcome it. The thing of it is... I'd have to disagree with you. I've seen you do magic before and you are completely capable. Your wand just seems to fight against you a lot, but that isn't your fault. Seamus Finnigan always blew things up, but he's still skilled at magic! A part of the problem can simply be your nerves. Whenever I was angry or nervous my magic would always be more hard to control... You're wearing that bracelet today so... Perhaps try a spell?" Blaise suggests.
Neville pulls out his wand and takes a deep breath. He remembers one spell he couldn't get right, "Avifors." He says, pointing his wand at a blueberry.
The blueberry grows wings and flies away.
Neville sighs and drops his shoulders, "That's not a bird."
"Don't feel bad! You did a perfect patronus before. You have power, I know you do!" Blaise encourages.
"But I always mess it up." Neville replies with a frown.
Blaise grabs his hand and looks him in the eyes, "We all start somewhere. I'll help you practice if you need to! You got really far today with flying. You can do much, much more. I just know it."
"Thank you." Neville says, but doesn't know if he really believes him.
"I want you to try again. But this time, really concentrate on it. Imagine the blueberry is already a bird. Try it." Blaise says, handing him another blueberry.
Neville sighs once more. He thinks about declining the offer, but instead points his wand at the blueberry, relaxes his muscles, and imagines a bird standing right in place of the blueberry. "Avifors!" He says. The blueberry grows one wing, then another, then the head of a bird. Then finally, the blueberry breaks open to reveal the body of the bird. It chirps and flies off into the sky.
Neville smiles wide and looks at Blaise who is giving him a smirk. "You didn't believe me did you? But I was right, huh?"
"Whatever." Neville says playfully.
"You're powerful, darling, whether you like it or not." Blaise says, taking a bite of an apple.
Neville reaches down and grabs a sandwich. He takes a bite of it and nods in approval. They ate most of the food after a while and it was getting darker. They laughed and chatted about many things, even about their families.
They decide that they're finished and Blaise puts everything back into the basket other than the flowers and blanket.
They sit in silence and listen to the sounds of nature. Blaise closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Neville watches him intently and notes how he looks in the setting sun. His skin looked golden and as he opened his eyes, he noticed they looked golden as well.
Blaise notices him staring and smiles at him. "What?"
"Nothing." Neville replies, turning his gaze to the blanket below them. Everything is quiet until he realizes how close Blaise had gotten to him.
Neville closes the space between them, but instantly wishes he didn't. Blaise was amazing at it and he never wanted it to end, but Neville couldn't help but realize that he kept ruining it. Their teeth clashed and Neville's face burned. He pulled away and Blaise smiled at him.
"I'm sorry... I'm so bad at this. I ruin it every time." Neville says, hiding his face.
Blaise grabs Neville's hands and holds them in his own.
"That doesn't matter to me. As long as you're kissing me, that's all that matters. I wouldn't want anyone else."
Neville bites his lip and says, "But what if I'm always bad?"
Blaise leans in and whispers, "You'll learn, my darling. I'll even teach you if you want," He chuckles and makes Neville's heart flutter. "But even if you weren't able to learn I still wouldn't care. I love it and I love you, so so much."
Blaise closes the space between them. His lips were soft and delicate against his. He couldn't help but feel jealous. His lips were chapped and rough, yet Blaise still kissed him. He didn't think he'd ever understand that.
Blaise put his hand on the back of Neville's neck, deepening the kiss. Goosebumps ran across Neville's arm at Blaise's touch. Blaise pulls away and lays his hand on Neville's cheek delicately.
Blaise lays down on the blanket, taking Neville with him. Neville makes a noise in shock, which makes Blaise chuckle at him. They clutch each other's warm hand and lay there in silence.
Neville is nervous to do it, but it doesn't stop him moving towards Blaise and resting his head on his chest. Blaise hums in content and puts his hand on Neville's, which was resting on his chest and puts the other in Neville's hair, softly running his fingers through it. Neville closes his eyes and lets his muscles relax.
He feels himself falling asleep and before he knows it, he opens his eyes once more to see millions of stars in the sky above them.
Neville sits up quickly and shakes Blaise awake. "Wake up!"
"Huh? Oh... Hey, darling." Blaise says, his voice deeper than before.
Neville blushes heavily and says, "We gotta go. It's really late."
"Oh, are you missing something or..."
"My grandmother wanted me home like... a long time ago." Neville informs.
Blaise scrambles to his feet and hands Neville the broom. He grabs the basket and throws it over his shoulder and gets onto his broom. He kicks off, hovering above the ground.
Neville does the same, trying to remind himself that he can fly. He can fly. They kick off and fly through the air. Neville tries not to stop to look at the scenery around him, although it was beautiful. His grandmother was going to be furious.
They get close to the grounds of Hogwarts and Blaise tells him to let his feet down before landing, and it works! He lands perfectly!
He rushes back into the castle and kisses Blaise goodbye. Everything was perfectly fine... until he looked over and saw his grandmother standing right there. Both him and Blaise look at her in horror.