A/N: Deal with imperfection, it's a Hufflepuff carac, it is my kinda first attempt on a Neville/Pansy fic.
At first I was also reluctant with this ship but then I learned to like it (I thought the same way about G/D)
I can accept stuff except H/H blerg! as it say in Sugarquill.net that's just wrong.
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=I:Prologue=
It all started in the Yule ball, he was in a dark shadow crying... and not certain why. It was not because of Ginny, he did not like her that way or any other girl for the matter. He told himself that it was just one of his moods swings added to the twisted sisters sad music.
Then there were steps, hurried steps, and a girl fell in front of him, his 'Gran had raised a gentleman so he helped the poor girl up. Instantly he saw that the girl was also crying and then he saw other thing. She was Pansy Parkinson, the bludger that bullied him since 1st year, but her face was soft now, there was something in her eyes, like pain, and, right now, she did not resemble a pug at all. He could see she was not going to pick on him but he still let go of her hands. And she looked at his face.
"Lo..Longbottom" she said and fell in silence again. She stepped back and his arms felt limp at his sides "I. sorry" and she started to go.
Neville stared at her form getting distance, pass trough the dancers and sit on the other side of the great hall. From that day on she changed in his eyes.
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She had it since her 3rd year at school, she was madly in love with Draco Malfoy, or she thought so. That was the only reason that in the afternoon, before the Yule ball, she had given her purity to him and he had took it. It had hurted like hell and she hadn't enjoyed one second of its one minute. But she was blind and did not saw how he had treated her since the beginning, so she could not help but act cling. That was until he saw him the same night wrapped around some 5th year like an anaconda.
She cried like she had not done before. Then stepping on her robe she fell to the ground. She was telling herself, still on the ground, how stupid she was when chubby hands helped her up. She was felling a bit ashamed so she kept her face down just feeling the warm hands in hers.
After a short instant the hands let her own she looked up and there was Neville Longbottom. Stupid Longbottom. Only now he did not look so stupid, he was serious and his face was wet, much like hers.
"Lo..Longbottom" she stopped herself, what to say? She wished it all were not true. But it was. All she could say was "I. sorry" and it took all her strenght not to run away. The rest of the ball she sneaked glances at his way.
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All Characters and places belong to J.K.Rowling and Warner Bros.
Every similarity with reality (or other fic) is coincidence.
At first I was also reluctant with this ship but then I learned to like it (I thought the same way about G/D)
I can accept stuff except H/H blerg! as it say in Sugarquill.net that's just wrong.
¨°·.,,.·¨°·.,,.·¨
=I:Prologue=
It all started in the Yule ball, he was in a dark shadow crying... and not certain why. It was not because of Ginny, he did not like her that way or any other girl for the matter. He told himself that it was just one of his moods swings added to the twisted sisters sad music.
Then there were steps, hurried steps, and a girl fell in front of him, his 'Gran had raised a gentleman so he helped the poor girl up. Instantly he saw that the girl was also crying and then he saw other thing. She was Pansy Parkinson, the bludger that bullied him since 1st year, but her face was soft now, there was something in her eyes, like pain, and, right now, she did not resemble a pug at all. He could see she was not going to pick on him but he still let go of her hands. And she looked at his face.
"Lo..Longbottom" she said and fell in silence again. She stepped back and his arms felt limp at his sides "I. sorry" and she started to go.
Neville stared at her form getting distance, pass trough the dancers and sit on the other side of the great hall. From that day on she changed in his eyes.
¨°·.,,.·¨°·.,,.·¨
She had it since her 3rd year at school, she was madly in love with Draco Malfoy, or she thought so. That was the only reason that in the afternoon, before the Yule ball, she had given her purity to him and he had took it. It had hurted like hell and she hadn't enjoyed one second of its one minute. But she was blind and did not saw how he had treated her since the beginning, so she could not help but act cling. That was until he saw him the same night wrapped around some 5th year like an anaconda.
She cried like she had not done before. Then stepping on her robe she fell to the ground. She was telling herself, still on the ground, how stupid she was when chubby hands helped her up. She was felling a bit ashamed so she kept her face down just feeling the warm hands in hers.
After a short instant the hands let her own she looked up and there was Neville Longbottom. Stupid Longbottom. Only now he did not look so stupid, he was serious and his face was wet, much like hers.
"Lo..Longbottom" she stopped herself, what to say? She wished it all were not true. But it was. All she could say was "I. sorry" and it took all her strenght not to run away. The rest of the ball she sneaked glances at his way.
¨°·.,,.·¨°·.,,.·¨
All Characters and places belong to J.K.Rowling and Warner Bros.
Every similarity with reality (or other fic) is coincidence.