Is That How You Feel?
Chapter 03 (Hermione-Neville)
Summary: Hermione helps Neville in a Greenhouse when she loses a parchment from her pocket. What will Neville do when he discovers it?
AN: Thanks for stopping by and giving this a chance. :) Hope you enjoyed it.
Disclaimer: I make no monies with this.
Inspiration: 'Every Letter' by DawnOfTheDead
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"Hey Neville, need some help?" Hermione asked as she entered Greenhouse Four to check on her friend and fellow professor.
"I would love some if you're sure." Neville answered as he pulled another bag of fertilizer over.
"Wouldn't have offered if I didn't mean it." Hermione smiled.
"Then grab a bucket and ladle and start saturating those pots." He instructed.
"Sure thing." Hermione responded as she did what he said. "Won't saturating the soil completely with this solution cause more harm?" she pondered.
"For any other plant, yes, it would burn the roots and kill the plant but for baneberries, they thrive on the 'overdosing'." Neville shared.
"Hmm, wonder if that's what makes their berries so poisonous?" Hermione wondered aloud.
"It's possible." Neville replied.
The two worked in companionable silence for the next several hours. Mid-way through her set of plants, Hermione noticed a folded parchment trying to fall out of her pocket. However, her hands had been splashed with the solution and she really didn't wanted to ruin the parchment by soaking it, so she tried to push it back in her pocket by leaning against the bench holding the plants and wiggling her hip. When it was no longer sticking out, she smiled and went back to soaking the soil of the baneberries.
After the last one was dosed, Hermione used Neville's specially blended soap to wash the solution off her hands, bid him a goodnight and headed back to the castle.
Neville smiled as he watched her leave, happy to have the help but happier to have spent some time with the witch of his heart. He wished he had the nerve to approach her but he became majorly tongue tied whenever Hermione was around. Well, when it had to do with anything concerning feelings. He sighed and started cleaning up his workspace.
As he made his way around the greenhouse, checking everything was cleaned up and put away, Neville came across a folded parchment just under the potted baneberries. Thinking a student had lost it; Neville picked it up and unfolded it. What he saw made his jaw hit the floor. Hermione's handwriting, he'd know it anywhere, was all over it. She had a few notes but mostly it was doodles, like she had a hard time figuring out what to make notes on and allowed her mind to wander. Then he had seen his name and that's when his jaw had dropped. Could she really mean it? Could he have an honest chance with the witch? Hoping the Universe was giving him a sign, Neville decided he would let her know how he felt without having to speak it, so he sat down and made his own "notes" before sending it back to her.
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Nice…Lovely Soul
Excellent Wizard…...Ooh, la, la
Very Sexy…..Needed
Incredible…...Gorgeous
Lickable Lips….Bedroom Eyes
Lionhearted…...Overmodest
Enviable Looks….Tight Ass
…Totally Edible
…Orgasmic
…Magnificent Herbologist
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After reaching her quarters, Hermione shucked her robes and headed to the shower, she felt she had the solution everywhere. She knew she hadn't been that careless but the feeling was still there. As she stood under the spray, she thought of the wizard she had helped. Neville was such a sweet soul. He was one that the Second Wizarding War had changed so much. He had gone from being awkwardly shy and chubby to quite the confident young man with a body to go with it. He had toned up and she knew she wasn't the only witch to notice but she couldn't remember ever seeing him dating anyone, strange. Someone as wonderful as Neville deserved to have someone in his life to show their appreciation to all he could offer.
As she stepped out and started drying herself, Hermione remembered the parchment in her robe pocket. She hadn't given it much thought at the time but was now realizing it was the parchment she had tried to take notes on a new potion she was working on but her mind had seemed to have its own agenda. She had ended up doodling all around the few notes she had jotted down. She breathed a sigh of relief when she remembered what else she had doodled, Neville's name with various adjectives to describe what she thought of him. When she reached her hand into her robe pocket, she felt a bolt of fear run through her, it wasn't there. The parchment, which she had been so sure she had managed to wiggle back in, wasn't in the pocket! Oh, Merlin!
As she sat hard in her chair, Hermione tried to not panic. She could have lost it anywhere; it didn't mean it was on the floor of the greenhouse. Knowing her luck though, it probably was. What if Neville found it? Would he read it? Would he know it was her that wrote it? Of course he would, but what would he do? He'd never given her any indication he thought of her as more than a friend and colleague. Just as she was getting her nerves settled, a parchment in the shape of a rose floated towards her. Curios, Hermione held her hand out and marveled at the beautiful flower. Who would send her such a thing? Then the flower opened and Hermione realized what it was, it was her parchment, the one she had lost. However, her smile almost hurt it was so wide. It would seem Neville did indeed feel the same about her.
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Honorable…Gorgeous
Expressive Eyes….Rosy Lips
Radiant….Amazing
Marvelous Smile….Naughty Laugh
Incredible Arse…Genuine
Optimistic….Enigmatic
Noble…Real
Erotic
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If that was truly how you feel, please meet me in Greenhouse One after dinner and we can make our own magic.
Hermione bounced on her toes and squealed. She couldn't believe she had a shot with Neville, the one wizard she had had her eye on since shortly after the War. She went to dress and then all but skipped to the Great Hall for supper. She was famished and, if things went the way she wanted, she would need plenty of energy.
During the evening meal, Hermione would glance down the table at Neville. He seemed to be in a animated conversation with Minerva. She smiled and made herself eat at a normal pace so as to not draw attention to herself.
Just before finishing her food, Hermione watched Neville excuse himself and leave the Hall. She took a deep breath, took a last bite as she wished those around her a good night.
She used her stroll to Greenhouse One to calm her nerves. When she entered she found lit candles floating all around with Neville in the middle holding a small bouquet of various flowers. Hermione's breath caught in her throat at the look in his eyes as he followed her advancement.
"The descriptions, are they sincere?" Neville asked once they were toe-to-toe.
"Every one and then some, you?" Hermione quietly affirmed.
"Yes and so many more." Neville answered as he pulled her into his embrace and lowered his head for a sweet, slow burning kiss that told of pleasures to come.
~Fin~