Harry Potter Oneshots

twenty eight-neville/harry

ship: harry/neville

prompt: "im gay for Harry"

in which Harry needs to get something from his old room at the Dursleys and Neville won't let him go alone.

setting: Dursley household

category(?): i think it's fluff, also a bit funny imo

warning/tags: slight cursing, implication of sex, no sex actually happens, just a kiss

notes: Baccha is the male form of baby in Hindi, also Neville's nickname for Harry.

words: 740

"—so I'll be leaving in the morning. I should be back around the time you get back from Diagon Alley."

"No." Neville said, twirling his spaghetti on a fork.

Harry blinked at him. "What?"

"No, Baccha. I don't want you going." Neville told him more firmly, and reached across for his hand. "I don't know what all happened, but I know I don't want you there alone."

"I'm a wizard, Nev. I can take care of myself."

"Please, I want to come with."

Harry looked at his apprehensive boyfriend and sighed. "Fine."

Neville smiled at him.
—-
It was eight o'clock the next morning that Harry had apparated them both across from 4 Privet Drive.

Neville noticed all the houses looked the same; neat and tidy. It was almost disgusting.

Harry crossed the street, and when he knocked, he let go of Neville's hand.

"Wha—?"

"You'll get it in a minute," Harry whispered as the door was opened by an angry — and big — looking man.

"Oh, it's you. Suppose I have to let you in?"

Harry glared up at him and showed his wand. "Yeah, I suppose so, Vernon."

The man — Vernon — backed up and called, "Petunia, the boy's here!"

A sound of something being dropped drifted in and a woman with a long neck and blonde hair stepped out. "Your things are where you left them. Don't bother Duddy."

Neville's fist clenched at the tone she used and Harry cleared his throat. "I, ah...how was last year?"

Vernon glared. "With those other freaks—"

"Dad—"

"They brainwashed little Duddy!" Petunia shrieked. "He likes people like, people like—"

"Like what?" Neville asked, his face angry.

Harry sighed. "Nev—"

"You brought another here!" Vernon yelled.

"Vernon, the windows!" Petunia whisper-yelled.

Dudley rolled his eyes. "Harry, I'll show you and your...friend—"

Neville laughed, and Harry shushed him.

"—to your room."

Harry smiled at his cousin. "Thanks. C'mon Nev."
—-
Harry slowly made his way to where the bed was and sat down.

Neville jumped when the bed sounded ready to break, but sat down next to him as Dudley lingered.

"Um, Harry?" Dudley cleared his throat.

Harry looked away from the window where his owl's cage once was. "Yeah?"

"I'm uh, sorry. For all the stuff my parents and I did to you."

Harry shrugged. "It's good. I don't really care."

"Well, you should. It wasn't right. I didn't realize just what we did, and all you went through, until I met Miss Hestia. I just want you to know I'm really sorry."

Neville looked from his blushing boyfriend to his ashen faced cousin. "What the hell is going on?"

Harry sighed. "I'll tell you when we get home. I'll be down soon, Dudley. I've just got to get a few things."

As Neville looked around the room, Harry gathered his old Quidditch shirt, a few letters, and other knickknacks. "You lived here?"

Harry shrugged. "Mostly. Ready to go?"

"Wait," Neville pulled him onto the mattress. "You said you don't have many good memories here?"

Harry shook his head. "Not really, no."

"Why don't we make some?"

Harry shook his head. "I don't think that's appropriate here. I mean, they're home."

Neville shook his head with a grin at Harry's blush. "I actually meant something else entirely."

Neville pulled him down the stairs to where the three Dursleys were waiting. "Hope to see you all soon." Neville told them cheerfully.

"We don't. That old freak said you wouldn't be back." Vernon huffed.

Harry rolled his eyes. "I know, and I won't be. I just wanted to get a few things, considering I didn't die. Ready Nev?"

Neville smirked. "One second, Baccha."

Dudley frowned. "What's that word?"

"Baccha's the male form of baby in Hindi." Neville told him with a satisfied grin. "And as I'm gay for Harry, it fits."

Harry flushed as Petunia gasped. "Y-you're—"

Before she could finish, Neville had dipped Harry and kissed him.

Once finished, he held Harry to his chest — Harry felt a bit dazed from the kiss — and apparated them home.
——
"Neville Longbottom," Harry grinned. "I love you."

"I love you too, Harry Potter." Neville grinned. "I did good then? That wasn't a bad thing?"

"It was a wonderful thing. Ron'll get a hoot out of that."

Neville laughed. "Good. Now, mind telling me why the hell that little cupboard has a kids' mattress?"

Harry only had one thought in his mind at this moment. 'Fuck'