Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling.
I am not her. This is merely a fan fiction to tide us over until Book 6.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews. Here's a little N/G action that Ron does not appreciate. ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ````````````````````````````````````````````````````
Neville was greeted that night like a conquering hero in the common room. Not since Fred or George's escape or when Ron and Harry drove to Hogwarts was there such fanfare.
"That was brilliant mate!" Ron exclaimed slapping Neville on the back when he came through the door.
"I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. Good job!" Harry said happily before laughing again. "Pansy a cow!"
"I thought I was going to die laughing when she let out all that gas right in front of Malfoy before she turned back into herself. Merlin that was just hilarious!" Lavender giggled.
"Just great!"
"Best thing I've seen since Malfoy turned into a ferret."
"This is going down in the books Mate, just like Fred and George."
"I'm sorry I didn't get to see it Neville," Ginny said smiling. "Though I'm sure it was great."
"I can tell you all about it Ginny," he said smiling at her.
"Well I think my brother and Harry have something for you," she said motioning to the front of the room.
Harry and Ron now stood on top of the table in the common room. They were asking for everyone's attention. Hermione sat at a nearby chair. She was smiling but obviously not too happy about what Harry and Ron were going to do.
"Everybody!" Ron shouted. "I wrote to Fred and George to tell them about the wonderful things Neville has done to the Slytherins today."
A collective cheer went up. Neville was quite sure at this time he was near glowing with happiness.
"Anyway," Ron said. "They have sent two crates of butterbeer for us and Harry has asked his friend down in the kitchen to send us something up instead of going down to dinner tonight. So low and behold let's party!"
Ron and Harry jumped from the table and as they did, so it filled with food of all sorts including chocolate frogs, cauldron cakes, chicken and more. The butterbeer crates were sitting to the side. Pretty soon, a full flung party was underway.
The party had been going on for a few hours now and people were starting to wind down and go up to their dormitories. The party hadn't been too loud or maybe it had, either way McGonagall never made an appearance. Still there were a lot of people still talking and laughing in the common room.
Neville was sitting at the table nursing a butterbeer and smiling happily, when he saw a flash of red hair near the girl's dormitory stairs.
"Going to bed already Gin?" he yelled.
"I was going upstairs to get my homework. Party or not, I have herbology and D.A.D.A. essays to do before tomorrow," she smiled.
"Why don't you bring them down here and I'll help you?"
"The defense one is almost done, but I could use some help in herbology."
Neville watched her disappear up the stairs. As he did, he got an idea.
"Ron! You haven't played chess all day," he said across the room, where Ron, Harry and Hermione were talking. "I don't think I've ever seen you and Hermione play. Maybe you're afraid she'll win!"
Taking that as a challenge, Ron pulled Hermione up and the two made it over to a small table on the other side of the room.
"Accio chairs," Harry said and shortly three chairs from the table zoomed over to the trio. The other remaining chairs were full of people.
Ginny came pouncing down the stairs and made her way over to Neville. Looking around she saw there were no chairs left. The trio had taken some to the other side of the room, and the other chairs were occupied.
"Do you want to move over to the couch?" she asked looking around.
"It's easier to do homework at the table don't you think?" Neville said scooting his chair back a bit.
"Well normally yes, but there isn't anymore chairs around. Do you want to transfigure something into one for me?"
"Nothing would make a comfortable chair. You can sit here," he said patting his leg. "That way you'll be comfortable and I'll be able to see you're notes to know what you're writing about."
"You want me to sit in your lap?" she said slightly shocked.
"I won't bite," he said smiling at her expression.
"Uh huh, and pray tell what are you going to do when Ron sees and tries to kill you?" she teased.
"Does that mean you will?" he said hopefully.
Ginny put a finger to her chin as if she was contemplating the answer, "I don't know. If you've been having dreams about me it might not be wise for me to put myself in that position."
"I swear I'll be the perfect gentleman."
"I'll be encouraging you to dream about me."
"Seeing you at breakfast is enough to encourage me to dream about you at night," he said smoothly.
Neville watched as a blush creep up Ginny's cheeks.
"A perfect gentleman?"
"I swear."
"That still leaves the problem of Ron killing you."
"He won't."
"He'll try."
"Then I'll die a very happy man."
Ginny let a giggle escape, "Fine, then I guess who am I to pass up a comfy seat?"
About an hour later, Ron looked up from the chess game after successfully winning against Hermione. She still had two moves to make, but she was already defeated. He was shocked to discover Ginny sitting on Neville's lap, both of them smiling and laughing.
"WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON?" he bellowed as he jumped over the couch and made his way to the table.
"I told you he'd be angry," Ginny said under her breath to Neville as she squirmed a bit as her brother made his way over to them. Neville bit back a groan as she squirmed.
"Love, please don't do that. It will make it very difficult for me to deal with your brother if I can't stand up because of what you've done to me," he whispered back.
Ginny blushed again. "I'll just have to remedy that," she said as she got up from her seat.
"WHY WERE YOU SITTING IN HIS LAB?" Ron yelled now at Ginny.
"I'm helping Ginny with her homework," Neville told Ron, who was as red as a tomato by the time he got over to them.
"WITH HER ON YOUR LAP?"
"The chairs were all taken."
"THAT'S NO EXCUSE."
"Ron, it wasn't like we were snogging on the couch!" Gin yelled.
"SNOGGING! SNOGGING! YOU WERE SITTING IN HIS LAP!"
"We were doing homework!" she yelled back
"LAST TIME I CHECKED GETTING HELP WITH YOUR HOMEWORK DID NOT INCLUDE SITTING IN SOMEONE'S LAP!"
"You just jealous," Neville said sternly.
"JEALOUS OF WHAT!"
"That Hermione doesn't sit in your lap to explain homework to you," he said crossing his arms.
Ron turned three different shades of red and started sputtering things, none of which made any sense. Across the room, Harry smirked as he saw Hermione turn red from embarrassment.
"We were doing homework Ron," Neville said sternly. "If I wanted to snog Ginny I wouldn't do it in the same room you were in. I'd want to do it somewhere privately."
At this comment, Ron was ready to explode. Ginny could see the pressure building and didn't want to be anywhere when it blew.
"I'm going to bed now," Ginny said quietly. "If I were you I'd put wards up around your bed so Ron doesn't kill you in your sleep tonight Neville."
"Stay and do your homework Gin," Neville said getting up, before turning to Ron. "Let's settle this like gentlemen." Neville looked over at the chess game. "I see you've got Hermione beat, though she may not know it yet. Let's play a game of chess. You win, I'll apologize and leave Ginny alone. I win and you won't say a single word about the two of us."
"DEAL!"
The chess game went well into the night. Hermione was the first to retire to bed, followed by Harry and Ginny. Only when the morning came did anyone find out who won.
"How in the HELL did he beat me at chess?" Ron complained as the trio sat down for breakfast. Down the table, was Neville feeding Ginny peeled grapes as she sat in his lap.
"It was strange," Hermione agreed smiling.
"Strange? It was unheard of he wasn't even paying bloody attention!"
"No, he wasn't," Harry agreed. "He was staring at Ginny like she was a glass of water and he was dying of thirst."
"You're not helping mate," snapped Ron.
"Sorry."
"Last time I throw a party for him. What in the world is up with Neville recently?" Ron said glaring at his plate as Hermione just smiled as Harry looked at the wizard's clock in the Great Hall.
"We better hurry," Harry said, scooping up some French toast. "Potions is next and you know Snape's going to have kittens based on everything that happened yesterday."
"This ought to be interesting," Ron said shoving food into his mouth.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews. Here's a little N/G action that Ron does not appreciate. ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ````````````````````````````````````````````````````
Neville was greeted that night like a conquering hero in the common room. Not since Fred or George's escape or when Ron and Harry drove to Hogwarts was there such fanfare.
"That was brilliant mate!" Ron exclaimed slapping Neville on the back when he came through the door.
"I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. Good job!" Harry said happily before laughing again. "Pansy a cow!"
"I thought I was going to die laughing when she let out all that gas right in front of Malfoy before she turned back into herself. Merlin that was just hilarious!" Lavender giggled.
"Just great!"
"Best thing I've seen since Malfoy turned into a ferret."
"This is going down in the books Mate, just like Fred and George."
"I'm sorry I didn't get to see it Neville," Ginny said smiling. "Though I'm sure it was great."
"I can tell you all about it Ginny," he said smiling at her.
"Well I think my brother and Harry have something for you," she said motioning to the front of the room.
Harry and Ron now stood on top of the table in the common room. They were asking for everyone's attention. Hermione sat at a nearby chair. She was smiling but obviously not too happy about what Harry and Ron were going to do.
"Everybody!" Ron shouted. "I wrote to Fred and George to tell them about the wonderful things Neville has done to the Slytherins today."
A collective cheer went up. Neville was quite sure at this time he was near glowing with happiness.
"Anyway," Ron said. "They have sent two crates of butterbeer for us and Harry has asked his friend down in the kitchen to send us something up instead of going down to dinner tonight. So low and behold let's party!"
Ron and Harry jumped from the table and as they did, so it filled with food of all sorts including chocolate frogs, cauldron cakes, chicken and more. The butterbeer crates were sitting to the side. Pretty soon, a full flung party was underway.
The party had been going on for a few hours now and people were starting to wind down and go up to their dormitories. The party hadn't been too loud or maybe it had, either way McGonagall never made an appearance. Still there were a lot of people still talking and laughing in the common room.
Neville was sitting at the table nursing a butterbeer and smiling happily, when he saw a flash of red hair near the girl's dormitory stairs.
"Going to bed already Gin?" he yelled.
"I was going upstairs to get my homework. Party or not, I have herbology and D.A.D.A. essays to do before tomorrow," she smiled.
"Why don't you bring them down here and I'll help you?"
"The defense one is almost done, but I could use some help in herbology."
Neville watched her disappear up the stairs. As he did, he got an idea.
"Ron! You haven't played chess all day," he said across the room, where Ron, Harry and Hermione were talking. "I don't think I've ever seen you and Hermione play. Maybe you're afraid she'll win!"
Taking that as a challenge, Ron pulled Hermione up and the two made it over to a small table on the other side of the room.
"Accio chairs," Harry said and shortly three chairs from the table zoomed over to the trio. The other remaining chairs were full of people.
Ginny came pouncing down the stairs and made her way over to Neville. Looking around she saw there were no chairs left. The trio had taken some to the other side of the room, and the other chairs were occupied.
"Do you want to move over to the couch?" she asked looking around.
"It's easier to do homework at the table don't you think?" Neville said scooting his chair back a bit.
"Well normally yes, but there isn't anymore chairs around. Do you want to transfigure something into one for me?"
"Nothing would make a comfortable chair. You can sit here," he said patting his leg. "That way you'll be comfortable and I'll be able to see you're notes to know what you're writing about."
"You want me to sit in your lap?" she said slightly shocked.
"I won't bite," he said smiling at her expression.
"Uh huh, and pray tell what are you going to do when Ron sees and tries to kill you?" she teased.
"Does that mean you will?" he said hopefully.
Ginny put a finger to her chin as if she was contemplating the answer, "I don't know. If you've been having dreams about me it might not be wise for me to put myself in that position."
"I swear I'll be the perfect gentleman."
"I'll be encouraging you to dream about me."
"Seeing you at breakfast is enough to encourage me to dream about you at night," he said smoothly.
Neville watched as a blush creep up Ginny's cheeks.
"A perfect gentleman?"
"I swear."
"That still leaves the problem of Ron killing you."
"He won't."
"He'll try."
"Then I'll die a very happy man."
Ginny let a giggle escape, "Fine, then I guess who am I to pass up a comfy seat?"
About an hour later, Ron looked up from the chess game after successfully winning against Hermione. She still had two moves to make, but she was already defeated. He was shocked to discover Ginny sitting on Neville's lap, both of them smiling and laughing.
"WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON?" he bellowed as he jumped over the couch and made his way to the table.
"I told you he'd be angry," Ginny said under her breath to Neville as she squirmed a bit as her brother made his way over to them. Neville bit back a groan as she squirmed.
"Love, please don't do that. It will make it very difficult for me to deal with your brother if I can't stand up because of what you've done to me," he whispered back.
Ginny blushed again. "I'll just have to remedy that," she said as she got up from her seat.
"WHY WERE YOU SITTING IN HIS LAB?" Ron yelled now at Ginny.
"I'm helping Ginny with her homework," Neville told Ron, who was as red as a tomato by the time he got over to them.
"WITH HER ON YOUR LAP?"
"The chairs were all taken."
"THAT'S NO EXCUSE."
"Ron, it wasn't like we were snogging on the couch!" Gin yelled.
"SNOGGING! SNOGGING! YOU WERE SITTING IN HIS LAP!"
"We were doing homework!" she yelled back
"LAST TIME I CHECKED GETTING HELP WITH YOUR HOMEWORK DID NOT INCLUDE SITTING IN SOMEONE'S LAP!"
"You just jealous," Neville said sternly.
"JEALOUS OF WHAT!"
"That Hermione doesn't sit in your lap to explain homework to you," he said crossing his arms.
Ron turned three different shades of red and started sputtering things, none of which made any sense. Across the room, Harry smirked as he saw Hermione turn red from embarrassment.
"We were doing homework Ron," Neville said sternly. "If I wanted to snog Ginny I wouldn't do it in the same room you were in. I'd want to do it somewhere privately."
At this comment, Ron was ready to explode. Ginny could see the pressure building and didn't want to be anywhere when it blew.
"I'm going to bed now," Ginny said quietly. "If I were you I'd put wards up around your bed so Ron doesn't kill you in your sleep tonight Neville."
"Stay and do your homework Gin," Neville said getting up, before turning to Ron. "Let's settle this like gentlemen." Neville looked over at the chess game. "I see you've got Hermione beat, though she may not know it yet. Let's play a game of chess. You win, I'll apologize and leave Ginny alone. I win and you won't say a single word about the two of us."
"DEAL!"
The chess game went well into the night. Hermione was the first to retire to bed, followed by Harry and Ginny. Only when the morning came did anyone find out who won.
"How in the HELL did he beat me at chess?" Ron complained as the trio sat down for breakfast. Down the table, was Neville feeding Ginny peeled grapes as she sat in his lap.
"It was strange," Hermione agreed smiling.
"Strange? It was unheard of he wasn't even paying bloody attention!"
"No, he wasn't," Harry agreed. "He was staring at Ginny like she was a glass of water and he was dying of thirst."
"You're not helping mate," snapped Ron.
"Sorry."
"Last time I throw a party for him. What in the world is up with Neville recently?" Ron said glaring at his plate as Hermione just smiled as Harry looked at the wizard's clock in the Great Hall.
"We better hurry," Harry said, scooping up some French toast. "Potions is next and you know Snape's going to have kittens based on everything that happened yesterday."
"This ought to be interesting," Ron said shoving food into his mouth.
