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Recipient:uniquepov
Title: Unexpected Beginning
Pairing: Hermione/Neville
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1017
Summary: When she was younger, her mum had always read her fairy tales.
Author's Notes: Such a difficult pairing to write, I sincerely hope I've done it justice. Enjoy and happy holidays!
When she was younger, her mum had always read her fairy tales; they were meant to make her imagination soar and her beliefs unbelievable (instead she often wondered the logic of her mother's fantasies).
It was easier to forget the logic of her brain, upon discovering she was a witch, those type of things most certainly blew all thoughts of rationality away. She grasped onto the strings of magic, wove them tight around her until she breathed anything but. The girl who would've made the most intelligent woman became the most gifted witch of her time.
Her mother used to read her all these fantastical fairy tales, of far away people and even further lands that she couldn't wrap her mind around at times. She couldn't understand how people such as the ones written on those pages weren't famed and even celebrities. Hermione Granger begins to understand that fame is similar in both muggle and magical world, it's consuming and frightening at times. After the war is over, after the tally of the lost and dead has been taken; her face is splashed across newspapers and magazines, often it is dotted with blood and ash.
“So how's the golden life going, huh?” questions a familiar voice as she folds the Daily Prophet beneath her arms, preparing to stand. Smile pulling across her face, she turned to face Neville, having to look up forgetting his height for but a moment.
“Quite fine when I manage to avoid a reporter's quill, you should know something about that professor,” she teased, lightly bumping his side with her free arm. His face reddened immensely as he grabbed the bags from her right hand, offering his free arm for her. Looking at it for a moment, she took it as they began to walk away from the small park.
“I'm not actually the professor yet, she only invited me on to assistant until she quits the job I guess,” he explained, looking at her profile from the corner of his eye. His gaze followed the slow smile that appeared on her face as she took in his news. “How are you and Ron doing?”
Her face appears strained for a moment as she stiffly answers, “we've decided to take a break.” Quirking his lips into a quick frown, Neville regretted even asking the question as they apparated with a popping noise.
They're in a hallway when she catches her breath, giving Neville an apologetic look, “Haven't done that with a partner in a while.” She retrieves her things from his arm, looking between him and her door for a few seconds.
He makes the decision for her instead, leaning in, his lips brushing the corner of her mouth, before disapparating with a muted pop. Standing in the hallway by herself, Hermione let out a little snort before walking into her loft.
unexpected
She's had a bit too much to drink as she falls onto her bed, curls fanned out about her. Neville kneels besides the bedspread, pulling off her shoes as she rambles on about the party. Her face is flushed and she looks even more beautiful then he remembers her and even then she was gorgeous. Her hands pull at his hands until he lays on the bed besides her, his clothes slowly getting wrinkled. The two of them lay like that for what seems like hours in comfortable silence, but is only really minutes.
“I wish you'd asked me to the ball earlier,” she slurred out, turning on her side towards him. Her arms encircled him, her face resting on his chest. Heart beating quicker as he processed her words, Neville wove a hand through her curls. Her fingers skimmed across his chest, feather light to the touch as she laughed lightly.
He'd been surprised to see her at the party, she wasn't known to attend the various parties thrown in the wizardry world. But she'd been there, chatting with the Patil twins, wearing a red dress similar to the one from Bill and Fleur's wedding. He knows this, because he'd studied her as soon as she'd walked in through the tent's opening, basically upon the arm of Ron Weasley, but that was years ago. She had chanced a look up, locking gazes with him. At his slow smirk, her face reddened as she reached for another flute.
“Neville, did you know how handsome you are?” she giggled, pulling herself up to loom over him. Her hair hung about the sides of her face, creating a curtain around the two of them. Her lips spread into a grin as he surged forward. His hands gripped her shoulders to keep her from falling as he kissed her with all the feelings he'd been hoping to tell her during all those years fighting for the Trio, for his right in the world. Her hands slipped against the sheets, her eyes drooped shut as she passed out. Leaning back, a loud frustrated noise appeared from the back of Neville's throat as he laid her besides him. They fell asleep like that and he couldn't have been any happier.
beginning
Their relationship is weird and new. She holds his hand with a faint blush to her cheeks, a stark difference from the hungry kisses he initiates once they step into her home, her noises of appreciation.
She's humming in the kitchen as she comes out balancing two cups of tea, plopping onto the couch besides him. “So what exactly are your lesson plans for the new school year?” she mused, leaning across his lap to reach for the folders in his bag. Rolling his eyes, Neville let his girlfriend do as she wanted, knowing she'd do it anyways.
Her eyes looked over each foot of parchment, pouring over the plans inside, making comments about each lesson.
“How about we do all this later?” he murmured, hand threading through her hair pulling her closer at the same time.
There was always going to be time for her to overlook his plans anyways.
restlessmeRecipient:
uniquepovTitle: Unexpected Beginning
Pairing: Hermione/Neville
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1017
Summary: When she was younger, her mum had always read her fairy tales.
Author's Notes: Such a difficult pairing to write, I sincerely hope I've done it justice. Enjoy and happy holidays!
When she was younger, her mum had always read her fairy tales; they were meant to make her imagination soar and her beliefs unbelievable (instead she often wondered the logic of her mother's fantasies).
It was easier to forget the logic of her brain, upon discovering she was a witch, those type of things most certainly blew all thoughts of rationality away. She grasped onto the strings of magic, wove them tight around her until she breathed anything but. The girl who would've made the most intelligent woman became the most gifted witch of her time.
Her mother used to read her all these fantastical fairy tales, of far away people and even further lands that she couldn't wrap her mind around at times. She couldn't understand how people such as the ones written on those pages weren't famed and even celebrities. Hermione Granger begins to understand that fame is similar in both muggle and magical world, it's consuming and frightening at times. After the war is over, after the tally of the lost and dead has been taken; her face is splashed across newspapers and magazines, often it is dotted with blood and ash.
“So how's the golden life going, huh?” questions a familiar voice as she folds the Daily Prophet beneath her arms, preparing to stand. Smile pulling across her face, she turned to face Neville, having to look up forgetting his height for but a moment.
“Quite fine when I manage to avoid a reporter's quill, you should know something about that professor,” she teased, lightly bumping his side with her free arm. His face reddened immensely as he grabbed the bags from her right hand, offering his free arm for her. Looking at it for a moment, she took it as they began to walk away from the small park.
“I'm not actually the professor yet, she only invited me on to assistant until she quits the job I guess,” he explained, looking at her profile from the corner of his eye. His gaze followed the slow smile that appeared on her face as she took in his news. “How are you and Ron doing?”
Her face appears strained for a moment as she stiffly answers, “we've decided to take a break.” Quirking his lips into a quick frown, Neville regretted even asking the question as they apparated with a popping noise.
They're in a hallway when she catches her breath, giving Neville an apologetic look, “Haven't done that with a partner in a while.” She retrieves her things from his arm, looking between him and her door for a few seconds.
He makes the decision for her instead, leaning in, his lips brushing the corner of her mouth, before disapparating with a muted pop. Standing in the hallway by herself, Hermione let out a little snort before walking into her loft.
unexpected
She's had a bit too much to drink as she falls onto her bed, curls fanned out about her. Neville kneels besides the bedspread, pulling off her shoes as she rambles on about the party. Her face is flushed and she looks even more beautiful then he remembers her and even then she was gorgeous. Her hands pull at his hands until he lays on the bed besides her, his clothes slowly getting wrinkled. The two of them lay like that for what seems like hours in comfortable silence, but is only really minutes.
“I wish you'd asked me to the ball earlier,” she slurred out, turning on her side towards him. Her arms encircled him, her face resting on his chest. Heart beating quicker as he processed her words, Neville wove a hand through her curls. Her fingers skimmed across his chest, feather light to the touch as she laughed lightly.
He'd been surprised to see her at the party, she wasn't known to attend the various parties thrown in the wizardry world. But she'd been there, chatting with the Patil twins, wearing a red dress similar to the one from Bill and Fleur's wedding. He knows this, because he'd studied her as soon as she'd walked in through the tent's opening, basically upon the arm of Ron Weasley, but that was years ago. She had chanced a look up, locking gazes with him. At his slow smirk, her face reddened as she reached for another flute.
“Neville, did you know how handsome you are?” she giggled, pulling herself up to loom over him. Her hair hung about the sides of her face, creating a curtain around the two of them. Her lips spread into a grin as he surged forward. His hands gripped her shoulders to keep her from falling as he kissed her with all the feelings he'd been hoping to tell her during all those years fighting for the Trio, for his right in the world. Her hands slipped against the sheets, her eyes drooped shut as she passed out. Leaning back, a loud frustrated noise appeared from the back of Neville's throat as he laid her besides him. They fell asleep like that and he couldn't have been any happier.
beginning
Their relationship is weird and new. She holds his hand with a faint blush to her cheeks, a stark difference from the hungry kisses he initiates once they step into her home, her noises of appreciation.
She's humming in the kitchen as she comes out balancing two cups of tea, plopping onto the couch besides him. “So what exactly are your lesson plans for the new school year?” she mused, leaning across his lap to reach for the folders in his bag. Rolling his eyes, Neville let his girlfriend do as she wanted, knowing she'd do it anyways.
Her eyes looked over each foot of parchment, pouring over the plans inside, making comments about each lesson.
“How about we do all this later?” he murmured, hand threading through her hair pulling her closer at the same time.
There was always going to be time for her to overlook his plans anyways.
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Date: 2011-01-02 08:41 pm (UTC)His hands gripped her shoulders to keep her from falling as he kissed her with all the feelings he'd been hoping to tell her during all those years fighting for the Trio, for his right in the world. I think that's my favourite line of all.
*snuggles sexy, confident Neville and Hermione closely* Thank you so much! Yay!!
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Date: 2011-01-04 08:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-06 01:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-16 10:46 am (UTC)It is always a day to celebrate when I come across my OTP. Thank you very much!