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girlyswotTitle: Friday Night
Rating: Everyone
Pairing: Neville/Hannah
Summary: An evening out.
Word count: 648
Note: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nundu_art, who requested “a good fluffy story, the kind that grabs you around your heart and wrenches a few tears.” No tears in sight, but there’s a nice fluffy ending. Merry Christmas, Nundu!
Neville trudged through the snow on the road to Hogsmeade, relieved to be out of the castle grounds. Everything had gone wrong today – he’d overslept and had to skip breakfast, then had spent most of the morning in the hospital wing after three second-year Slytherins lost their earmuffs while horsing around during his Mandrake lesson. Madam Pomfrey had assured him they would all be quite all right and should be awake by morning. However, he’d spent most of his planning time that afternoon writing the necessary letters to each child’s parents. As soon as he had sent his final class off to dinner, he’d thrown on his cloak, locked the greenhouse door and set off for the village.
His mood lightened as he saw the lights of Hogsmeade shining in the twilight. He’d looked forward to this night off all week. Walking faster, he decided to stop in at the new joke shop first. George Weasley was behind the counter, and they chatted amiably for several minutes, until a series of small explosions in the back room sent George off to see what his shop assistant was up to. Saying goodbye, Neville stopped off at Scrivenshaft’s next, to stock up on quills. His errand finished, he strolled down the high street toward the Three Broomsticks, enjoying the light snowfall and the Christmas decorations on display.
The pub appeared to be doing a roaring business, he noted, as he peered at the window. Seeing a small notice announcing “Live Music Tonight”, he pulled open the door and stepped inside. Everyone’s attention seemed to be on the small stage in the corner, where a couple of members of the Weird Sisters were singing carols. Neville edged his way around the crowd, trying not to step on anyone as he made his way toward the bar. Madam Rosmerta gave him a friendly smile as he slipped onto the one available stool.
“Neville Longbottom! You haven’t been in for a while. How are things up at the school?” She set a pint of Butterbeer in front of him.
“Fine, thanks. Looks like a busy night.” He glanced around at the crowd. Rosmerta smiled again, though she was keeping a sharp eye on the other end of the bar, where Mundungus Fletcher appeared to be thoroughly enjoying his Firewhisky.
“It’s like this every Friday night, now that we have the live music.” Catching him searching the crowd again, she chuckled knowingly.
“She’s over there,” Rosmerta pointed toward the corner next to the Christmas tree.
“What?” Neville coughed, choking on a mouthful of Butterbeer. Rosmerta laughed as she took the dripping tankard from him.
“Go on,” she prodded.
Neville watched her draw her wand and Summon the bottle of Firewhisky Mundungus had been trying to slip under his cloak. Hopping off the stool at the sound of Rosmerta’s outraged shriek, he made his way through the crowd to the Christmas tree. Hannah was standing near the back door of the pub, tapping her foot in time to the music as she watched the show. Using a bit of wandless magic, he discreetly cleaned the last of the spilled Butterbeer off of his shirt before joining her.
“Hi,” Neville said, leaning in close to be heard over the crowd. Hannah whirled around, grinning up at him.
“I was beginning to think you’d stood me up,” she teased. “How are you?” Her eyes traveled upward with a start of surprise. Neville glanced up at the enchanted mistletoe hovering over them.
The pretty blush spreading over her face was the deciding factor. Neville saw Hannah’s eyes widen as he drew her close and then he was kissing her. He didn’t care that several people around them were cheering him on, especially when she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed closer. They broke apart slowly, out of breath.
“Never better,” he replied with a lopsided grin.
Rating: Everyone
Pairing: Neville/Hannah
Summary: An evening out.
Word count: 648
Note: For
nundu_art, who requested “a good fluffy story, the kind that grabs you around your heart and wrenches a few tears.” No tears in sight, but there’s a nice fluffy ending. Merry Christmas, Nundu! Neville trudged through the snow on the road to Hogsmeade, relieved to be out of the castle grounds. Everything had gone wrong today – he’d overslept and had to skip breakfast, then had spent most of the morning in the hospital wing after three second-year Slytherins lost their earmuffs while horsing around during his Mandrake lesson. Madam Pomfrey had assured him they would all be quite all right and should be awake by morning. However, he’d spent most of his planning time that afternoon writing the necessary letters to each child’s parents. As soon as he had sent his final class off to dinner, he’d thrown on his cloak, locked the greenhouse door and set off for the village.
His mood lightened as he saw the lights of Hogsmeade shining in the twilight. He’d looked forward to this night off all week. Walking faster, he decided to stop in at the new joke shop first. George Weasley was behind the counter, and they chatted amiably for several minutes, until a series of small explosions in the back room sent George off to see what his shop assistant was up to. Saying goodbye, Neville stopped off at Scrivenshaft’s next, to stock up on quills. His errand finished, he strolled down the high street toward the Three Broomsticks, enjoying the light snowfall and the Christmas decorations on display.
The pub appeared to be doing a roaring business, he noted, as he peered at the window. Seeing a small notice announcing “Live Music Tonight”, he pulled open the door and stepped inside. Everyone’s attention seemed to be on the small stage in the corner, where a couple of members of the Weird Sisters were singing carols. Neville edged his way around the crowd, trying not to step on anyone as he made his way toward the bar. Madam Rosmerta gave him a friendly smile as he slipped onto the one available stool.
“Neville Longbottom! You haven’t been in for a while. How are things up at the school?” She set a pint of Butterbeer in front of him.
“Fine, thanks. Looks like a busy night.” He glanced around at the crowd. Rosmerta smiled again, though she was keeping a sharp eye on the other end of the bar, where Mundungus Fletcher appeared to be thoroughly enjoying his Firewhisky.
“It’s like this every Friday night, now that we have the live music.” Catching him searching the crowd again, she chuckled knowingly.
“She’s over there,” Rosmerta pointed toward the corner next to the Christmas tree.
“What?” Neville coughed, choking on a mouthful of Butterbeer. Rosmerta laughed as she took the dripping tankard from him.
“Go on,” she prodded.
Neville watched her draw her wand and Summon the bottle of Firewhisky Mundungus had been trying to slip under his cloak. Hopping off the stool at the sound of Rosmerta’s outraged shriek, he made his way through the crowd to the Christmas tree. Hannah was standing near the back door of the pub, tapping her foot in time to the music as she watched the show. Using a bit of wandless magic, he discreetly cleaned the last of the spilled Butterbeer off of his shirt before joining her.
“Hi,” Neville said, leaning in close to be heard over the crowd. Hannah whirled around, grinning up at him.
“I was beginning to think you’d stood me up,” she teased. “How are you?” Her eyes traveled upward with a start of surprise. Neville glanced up at the enchanted mistletoe hovering over them.
The pretty blush spreading over her face was the deciding factor. Neville saw Hannah’s eyes widen as he drew her close and then he was kissing her. He didn’t care that several people around them were cheering him on, especially when she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed closer. They broke apart slowly, out of breath.
“Never better,” he replied with a lopsided grin.
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Date: 2007-12-21 09:50 pm (UTC)