So, I totally have reasons as to why I've not updated.
Life is hectic.
Midterms were recently, and I did awesome on them. (:
... But, I've got ADHD. So, I've been attending a therapist/psychologist of sorts, and I've been getting a lot of help from her, because I have it quite severely. So, I've been trying much, much harder, and, because of that, I've not written much.
Okay, I've also gotta blame myself for that; when I wasn't working on school or such... I was watching Bones. I am officially obsessed with that show.
ALSO.
Uh, for Pieces of a Broken Heart?
I never saved the eight chapters I had written. .-. So, I'm working on those occasionally, and I'll start posting for both PoaBH and Deep Breaths soon.
By the way; this is definitely not my favorite songfic. I didn't really think about it, and it may seem jumbled/out of order. It does jump around a lot. ... Ish. Just ... pay attention to it.
And, ... yeah.
Not my best... But, es something. I'll have another one up by Monday; I promise. I already started it. It's to the song Would You Go With Me by Josh Turner.
OH.
This one is 1, 2, 3, 4 by the Plain White T's. (:
Es a bit OOC, but it's after the war; people change. oo:
1, 2 – 1, 2, 3, 4 –
Give me more lovin' than I've ever had,
Make it all better when I'm feelin' sad,
Tell me that I'm special even when I know I'm not.
Make it feel good when I hurt so bad, barely gettin' mad,
I'm so glad I found you; I love bein' around you.
A distinctive pop! echoed in the empty room in the newly purchased flat. A tall, lanky wizard stood. He straightened up when he realized he hadn't lost any appendages, secretly smiling. He let out a sigh of relief, placing his forehead in his hand, in a gesture of thankfulness, then froze. He placed his fingers where the heels of his hands had been and ran them lightly above his eyes. Well, there went his eyebrows.
Since the war had ended, Neville Longbottom had grown up. His magic had improved slightly, though advanced magic was not his type of magic. He was decent at it. But when someone said he was decent at magic, they were comparing him to a sixth or seventh year at Hogwarts, which, in reality, was an improvement since his last two years at the school. He was twenty-one, now, and had just passed his apparation test two weeks ago. His friends had all passed it three or four years ago, but, he thought, at least he passed it at all.
After the war, Neville also began to change. He was still the shy boy he was at school, but, now, he was much more. He was optimistic and always expecting the best. Well, usually.
He really wasn't made into that man by the war. No, he was transforming into that man by a woman. Someone who loved him dearly, who cared about him more than most anything else.
She was confident, yes, but, she wasn't overly confident.
She was happy, yes, but she knew when to look past the happiness and feel deeper than that.
She was smart, yes, but maybe a little too smart.
She was beautiful, yes, and there were no 'buts' about that.
Neville never understood why she chose him. Ronald Weasley had been after her for a while after the war, and he couldn't deny that he thought she would choose his red-headed friend. But, someone else was made for Ron. Not her.
She was made solely for him.
"Neville," she smiled, shaking her head, "you forgot 'determination'. You forgot to focus on getting more than just your body parts here, you must remember your hair and clothes, as well. At least it was only your eyebrows."
The girl smiled, waving her wand at his face, murmuring a quick incantation to grow hair. Within seconds his eyebrows had returned.
He grinned sheepishly, looking into her eyes. "I—er, I lost my key."
She let out a high pitched laugh, one that sounded like bells. She had grown, too. She was no longer the weird girl everyone saw her to be. "You left it on the counter of the kitchen when you went to get the table."
"Oh," he breathed, feeling embarrassed.
"What have I said?" she sighed, "don't feel bad. I think it's rather adorable."
Neville grinned again.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Actually, thank—" her words were cut off with a kiss from her fiancé, and she let a grin stretch across her face.
You make it easy, it's easy as 1, 2 – 1, 2, 3, 4
There's only one thing to do, three words for you—
I love you.
There's only one way to say those three words and that's what I'll do –
I love you.
The couple was sat on the couch, his long arms around her shoulders. She was talking about the many adventures she experienced at work as a healer at St. Mungos. He smiled as he listened to her voice, forgetting to listen to the words for just a moment until she adjusted in his arms.
As he snapped out of his trance, he looked down at her, his breath hitching when he was her lips turned up into a slight smile.
"—I thought those creatures on the loose were a reasonable explanation for the man's injuries, don't you?"
As she finished her story, he looked into her eyes again and smiled.
He tried to answer, searching for words in his head. Only a few came to mind.
He grinned.
"I love you."
Give me more lovin' from the very start,
Piece me back together when I fall apart,
Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends.
Make it feel good when I hurt so bad, best that I've had,
I'm so glad I found you, I love bein' around you.
Even when Ron had been after her, and he considered her loving him, Neville realized she was still always the one there for him. After Fred Weasley's funeral, she had comforted him. Despite what many thought, Fred and Neville were quite good friends; George and him had tutored Neville in charms, and helped him get an 'acceptable'. In return, Neville offered to tutor the twins in herbology, forgetting that they no longer had to take it during their sixth year. Instead, they offered their tutoring services to him to cover for them every once in a while if they pulled a prank. He would simply provide and alibi, stating they were with him. And Neville wasn't one to lie.
She had held him as he mourned the loss of a friend, and helped him get straightened out after the tolls of the war took effect on him.
"I miss him too," she confided. "Though I would never admit it to others, I always knew he was just joking when he insulted me. I was always told by the—"
"Neville?" Ron called, nearing the two. He looked up at the red head, whose face was red from tears. "May I steal her for just a few minutes?"
He nodded, releasing his grip on her arm, allowing her to join his friend. He watched as she walked away, forcing a smile when she turned to look at him, checking to make sure she could leave. For a girl like her, she was more care and careful than he had thought.
You make it easy, it's easy as 1, 2 – 1, 2, 3, 4
There's only one thing to do, three words for you—
I love you.
There's only one way to say those three words and that's what I'll do –
I love you.
I love you.
You make it easy, it's easy as 1, 2 – 1, 2, 3, 4
There's only one thing to do, three words for you—
I love you.
There's only one way to say those three words and that's what I'll do –
I love you.
He didn't have to think much when he was around her, and he liked that, because his memory could be a major downer if he needed to. Everything with the two of them flowed. Conversation, love, emotions, and etcetera. They may make the oddest pairing, but there could not be any doubt that they did love each other.
I love you
1, 2, 3, 4
I love you
Neville looked around, checking everywhere to sneak to her room. He technically wasn't supposed to. But he had to.
"'Mione?" he called at the door. Ginny and Luna were downstairs organizing the tables and food and waiting for Kingsley, who would be marrying the two.
The door opened, revealing a girl dressed in a white gown, strapless, with a veil covering her face. It was translucent, and very easy to see through, and he couldn't help but smile.
"You look wonderful."
She nodded, launching herself into her arms. "Neville… Are you sure?"
"Don't ask me," he frowned. "This is on you."
"But you're the one who said—"
"That Luna was just an interest to Ron. And now he has you. And he is in love with you."
"Yeah. That."
"And I meant it."
"Thank you, Neville," she sighed, "thank you very much."
"No problem, Hermione," he nodded, backing away. "Just stay calm, okay? That was the advice I got."
"Thanks," she smiled.
He nodded again, trotting down the stairs of The Burrow. As he turned into the kitchen, he saw his newlywed wife standing with Ginny Potter. He walked over to them and smiled at the two, placing a kiss on her lips. "I've got to be at the end of the aisle with Harry soon, grooms man, y'know."
The two girls nodded. Ginny looked between them before running towards the stairs to check on Hermione.
"Make sure to watch out for the wrackspurts while you're up there," she advised him. "Their favorite color is blue, and you're wearing it."
Neville nodded, leaning towards her to kiss her.
"And don't forget about the nargles, too, they—"
But once again, she was cut off but his lips pressed against hers.
For such a quiet person, he sure knew how to love her.
And the best part?
Luna knew how to love him back.
I love you.
Like I said, I don't really like this one.
Yeah, I love the pairing, but... Meh. /:
I TRIED TO TRICK YOU.
I don't think it worked. xDD
And ... yeah. xDD
Incase you're wondering why she never mentioned any of her creatures until the end, Neville always cut her off, because I tried to trick you.
That just made it ten times worse... I promise the next one won't be this horrible. At least, I hope...
ANYWAYS.
You should review. (:
If you have song/pairing suggestions, you should also review. (: