white roses // neville longbottom

fourty-five

"you could satisfy me?"

he nods

"well i don't think you can."

"is that a bet?"

he's on me. well more like i'm on him. we're on eachother. our lips are on eachother. neville longbottom? really y/n? he's laying me down. on the common room couch? really y/n? you can do better. and he's kissing my neck. really y/n? you can do- wait. that actually feels really good.

-/-

"shit!" i shout and sit up. "fuck fuck fuck." i say and put my clothes on. neville slowly wakes up. i grab my watch from the table. 5 am. no ones awake yet. "i can't believe you let me fall asleep!" i whisper shout. "you look so peaceful." neville explains calmly. i grab my clothes and put them on. "it doesn't matter how calm i looked, longbottom." i say his name with disgust. "someone could've found us!" i whisper. "so?" he asks. "you're such an idiot." i walk to my dorm.

-/-

"harry you told me you'd figured out the egg weeks ago!" hermione says while we walk. "the task is two days from now!" she says. "really? i had no idea." harry remarks, sarcastically. we stop on the bridge and look out one of the opening. "i suppose viktors already figured it out." he says. "wouldn't know. we don't actually talk about the tournament." hermione says. "well we don't really talk at all. viktors more of a physical being." she pauses and laughs. "i just mean he's not particularly loquacious, mostly he watches me study. it's a bit annoying actually." she says.

"hey potter!" cedrics voice comes from down the hall. harry walks over to him and i decide not to eavesdrop. "lestrange, take a walk with me." cedric says when him and harry are done talking. i smile and walk with him. "so, did you enjoy your time last night?" he asks. i nod. "dancing with you was fun. you had quite a bit of energy." i say and he laughs. "your dress looked amazing on you." "thank you cedric. you looked very nice."