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The wind whipped around her, hair flung from her face from the force of it and she was content, the drops beating against her skin were a balm washing away the stress of her day bringing with it calm and solace. "Mia" the voice is in an interruption in her one on one with nature but it's a voice that has always been welcome, turning her head as she hears the squelch of his feet boots covered in the mud he'd trekked through to reach her she smiles at the image he makes, hair plastered to his head curling haphazardly at the ends raindrops dripping from the beard he'd finally allowed to grow to her has never looked more handsome.
The confusion in his eyes evident until worry takes over when he slips just feet away from her and she laughs as no matter how tall he'd gotten, how much his shoulders had broadened or the tattoos that now adorned his body he was still Neville Longbottom her very first friend and an accident waiting to happen.
Her laughter is cut off by the mischievous glint in his eyes one so many people miss when they underestimate him due to his quiet nature, Neville quite like the raging storm is a force to be reckoned with before she has the chance to decipher what this look could mean her front is covered in mud her laughter replaced in the wind with his own, the rich baritone warms her from the inside.
She walks towards him straight faced and silent a stronghold on her giggle at his look of fear, his remembrance of just who she was and what she was capable of lips still twitching in laughter, eyes beckoning for a challenge but before he can make a sound he feels it, on his head dripping down his back a deluge of mud she'd used her magic to toss at him from behind and her laughter is back so heavy and hearty that it's difficult to keep her balance and then he lunges in a move she hadn't seen coming she is grappled to the mud his laughter joining hers as they fight like the children they were robbed of being, squeals of pure joy filling the air.
Neither realize when the air around them becomes charged breaths intermingling, they don't notice the closeness of their bodies the way her splayed thighs cradle his wide hips. It's almost magnetic the way the two are drawn together, their one joined hand meeting somewhere above her head while the roughed callused fingers of his other lovingly caress her face. Their first kiss is like nothing either has experienced, lust in wild abandon tongues fighting for dominance, they never realize the magic they add to the storm that causes branches to snap from trees, the thunder to roll, causes the wind to howl. They don't even notice when it finally stops raining because Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom had finally seen what everyone else had long before…that like the storm like the thunder and rain they were perfect together.
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