The Six Sides of the Triangle
Chapter 3: The Night it All Happened, Neville/Ginny
Neville stuck his head out the door to the sixth year boys' dormitory. He had heard Ron come in, humming some happy song under his breath with an elated grin on his face, and had waited for him to start snoring before he got up. Maybe he had finally gotten together with Hermione. He certainly called out her name enough times in his sleep for Neville to figure out the truth.
Figuring the common room would be empty, Neville wrapped his robe around his slightly pudgy body and walked down the stairs leading there. The fire was dying down, so he picked up a poker and started stoking it, mulling over his bad dream yet again.
It was always the same these days, the veil, the black-haired witch standing over him, screaming curses. Seeing everyone lying about, bleeding from the head, the stomach, the leg. Seeing Ginny hurt...
He shook his head, trying to get rid of that thought. He just felt like more of a big nothing when he thought about her. After all, he couldn't even defend his friends properly, getting his nose and his wand broken all at once, getting cursed and beat up. Why would the fire-haired beauty want him? The flames he was stoking rose higher, striking the color of Ginny's hair in the sunlight.
"Neville?"
He turned to discover the identity of the voice from behind. His suspicions were rendered accurate when he saw Ginny standing there, her long hair spilling over the shoulders of her purple robe, her blue eyes heavy with sleep. "What are you doing down here? It's very late," she said, her voice full of concern.
He tore his gaze away from her, unable to look at her any longer. It was both ecstasy and torture to be near her, to hear her voice, so friendly towards him. "I just couldn't sleep," was all he said.
She nodded and walked over to sit beside him in front of the fire. "I couldn't sleep either. Did you have a nightmare too?" she asked. He nodded. "Yeah, I have them almost every night now."
"Me too," Neville said.
"I was just so scared for everyone, and I couldn't do a damn thing, all because of my bloody ankle. It was frustrating as hell, Neville. I hate myself for it sometimes."
Neville looked over at her. "Why would you ever hate yourself, Ginny?" he asked, honestly bewildered. "It wasn't your fault at all. If anyone should hate themselves, it should be me. I'm the big nothing here."
"Big nothing?" Ginny asked. "You're not a big nothing, Neville."
"Yes I am," he said. "I'm the fool who got himself broken up and cursed, and let the prophecy get smashed-"
"That got alright in the end," Ginny interrupted, "and we all got broken up and cursed. You were braver that night than I've ever seen anyone be, and that's the truth. I'm damn proud of you, Neville, and nothing you say will change that."
He glanced over at her, and found her staring intensely at him. He repressed the frighteningly strong urge to kiss her and simply said, "Thank you."
She smiled and his insides melted. "You're welcome," she replied. They sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes.
Neville asked, "How's your ankle now?"
"Fine," she said. "How's your nose? It looks fine to me."
"Yes, they fixed it up quite nicely," Neville replied. After that, neither one of them said anything until Neville couldn't take the silence anymore.
"Ginny, I can't take it anymore, I have to tell you something."
Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at him. "What is it, Neville?" she asked, hardly daring to hope for what she most wanted.
"I like you very much and I want to ask you out, but I am afraid you will say no," he said.
Ginny smiled widely. "I like you too, Neville, and I won't say no," she said.
Neville looked at her and fell even more for her. "Okay, so Ginny, do you want to go out with me?" he asked.
She nodded and said, "Yes Neville, I would love to."
"Good, so, um, does this mean you're my girlfriend now?" he asked tentatively.
She laughed softly. "I hope so," she said.
He smiled. She noticed that it changed the shape of his face, already handsome to her, making it ten times more so. She could get used to making him smile like that.
"May I kiss you now?" he asked her. She liked that he was so polite, and was very relieved that he had asked. She smiled and nodded vigorously. He leaned in, as did she, and their lips met in an outpouring of pent-up emotion. They broke apart a few seconds later, both grinning madly.
"Thank Merlin for nightmares," Ginny said, and Neville had to laugh.
Okay, there we go. Tell me, good, bad, mediocre? Should I continue? Oh, and a little contest, if you will. Which of these three hookups do you believe most closely mirrors that of my last boyfriend and I? Ten million points to the first correct guess! By the way, the PG-13 rating is subject to change based completely on the whims of the author, i.e. me. I will warn if such a change occurs.
Chapter 3: The Night it All Happened, Neville/Ginny
Neville stuck his head out the door to the sixth year boys' dormitory. He had heard Ron come in, humming some happy song under his breath with an elated grin on his face, and had waited for him to start snoring before he got up. Maybe he had finally gotten together with Hermione. He certainly called out her name enough times in his sleep for Neville to figure out the truth.
Figuring the common room would be empty, Neville wrapped his robe around his slightly pudgy body and walked down the stairs leading there. The fire was dying down, so he picked up a poker and started stoking it, mulling over his bad dream yet again.
It was always the same these days, the veil, the black-haired witch standing over him, screaming curses. Seeing everyone lying about, bleeding from the head, the stomach, the leg. Seeing Ginny hurt...
He shook his head, trying to get rid of that thought. He just felt like more of a big nothing when he thought about her. After all, he couldn't even defend his friends properly, getting his nose and his wand broken all at once, getting cursed and beat up. Why would the fire-haired beauty want him? The flames he was stoking rose higher, striking the color of Ginny's hair in the sunlight.
"Neville?"
He turned to discover the identity of the voice from behind. His suspicions were rendered accurate when he saw Ginny standing there, her long hair spilling over the shoulders of her purple robe, her blue eyes heavy with sleep. "What are you doing down here? It's very late," she said, her voice full of concern.
He tore his gaze away from her, unable to look at her any longer. It was both ecstasy and torture to be near her, to hear her voice, so friendly towards him. "I just couldn't sleep," was all he said.
She nodded and walked over to sit beside him in front of the fire. "I couldn't sleep either. Did you have a nightmare too?" she asked. He nodded. "Yeah, I have them almost every night now."
"Me too," Neville said.
"I was just so scared for everyone, and I couldn't do a damn thing, all because of my bloody ankle. It was frustrating as hell, Neville. I hate myself for it sometimes."
Neville looked over at her. "Why would you ever hate yourself, Ginny?" he asked, honestly bewildered. "It wasn't your fault at all. If anyone should hate themselves, it should be me. I'm the big nothing here."
"Big nothing?" Ginny asked. "You're not a big nothing, Neville."
"Yes I am," he said. "I'm the fool who got himself broken up and cursed, and let the prophecy get smashed-"
"That got alright in the end," Ginny interrupted, "and we all got broken up and cursed. You were braver that night than I've ever seen anyone be, and that's the truth. I'm damn proud of you, Neville, and nothing you say will change that."
He glanced over at her, and found her staring intensely at him. He repressed the frighteningly strong urge to kiss her and simply said, "Thank you."
She smiled and his insides melted. "You're welcome," she replied. They sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes.
Neville asked, "How's your ankle now?"
"Fine," she said. "How's your nose? It looks fine to me."
"Yes, they fixed it up quite nicely," Neville replied. After that, neither one of them said anything until Neville couldn't take the silence anymore.
"Ginny, I can't take it anymore, I have to tell you something."
Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at him. "What is it, Neville?" she asked, hardly daring to hope for what she most wanted.
"I like you very much and I want to ask you out, but I am afraid you will say no," he said.
Ginny smiled widely. "I like you too, Neville, and I won't say no," she said.
Neville looked at her and fell even more for her. "Okay, so Ginny, do you want to go out with me?" he asked.
She nodded and said, "Yes Neville, I would love to."
"Good, so, um, does this mean you're my girlfriend now?" he asked tentatively.
She laughed softly. "I hope so," she said.
He smiled. She noticed that it changed the shape of his face, already handsome to her, making it ten times more so. She could get used to making him smile like that.
"May I kiss you now?" he asked her. She liked that he was so polite, and was very relieved that he had asked. She smiled and nodded vigorously. He leaned in, as did she, and their lips met in an outpouring of pent-up emotion. They broke apart a few seconds later, both grinning madly.
"Thank Merlin for nightmares," Ginny said, and Neville had to laugh.
Okay, there we go. Tell me, good, bad, mediocre? Should I continue? Oh, and a little contest, if you will. Which of these three hookups do you believe most closely mirrors that of my last boyfriend and I? Ten million points to the first correct guess! By the way, the PG-13 rating is subject to change based completely on the whims of the author, i.e. me. I will warn if such a change occurs.