Shiloe: Just the Two of Us

 “Can I sit here?”

Neville looked up from his Charms text and nodded at Cedric. “Sure.”

Cedric smiled. “So, I hear you’re quite the prodigy when it comes to Herbology. Is that true?” He asked hopefully.

Neville flushed. “Seems to be. It’s my best subject.” He confirmed.

“Good.” Cedric chuckled. “Cause I need your help.”

Neville perked up. “With what?”

“Two things, actually. First is my essay on the medicinal uses of poppy, and second is that I’d like to go out on a date with you, if you’re amenable and available.” Cedric finished with a grin.

Neville flushed. “A d-d-date?!” He stuttered.

Cedric nodded, the smile growing. “Yeah. I really like you, and I already asked Shiloe, he said it was okay.” He explained quietly.

“Why with me?” Neville asked, confused. “I’m nothing special.”

Cedric sighed, laying a hand over Neville’s. “Listen, you’re special enough. Don’t ever let anyone tell you you’re not just as good as everybody else. You ARE. Shiloe sees it, I see it, judging by the look of things, I’d say Draco sees it, too. What should it matter what anyone else thinks, when you’ve got a group of people that all know that you’re worth spending time with and getting to know?” He tilted Neville’s face up to his with a finger under the younger teen’s chin. “Can I kiss you?” He asked softly.

Neville nodded, struck mute by the vehement defense of him Cedric had just made.

Cedric leaned in and gently brushed his lips over Neville’s, feeling the Gryffindor lean into the kiss, sighing breathily as Cedric opened his mouth and ran his tongue over his lower lip. Neville opened his mouth, and tongue met tongue, twisting around each other, seeking out every flavor the other mouth had to offer as they ran over teeth and gums and palate. Cedric pulled away, brushing a hand over Neville’s flushed cheek.

“What do you say? Next Hogsmeade weekend? You and me?” He asked Neville, smiling hopefully.

Neville nodded numbly, still stunned from the kiss.

Unbeknownst to him, his magic had latched onto Cedric’s and declared it a possible match for him in the future, and was purring contentedly.

Cedric flushed in pleasure at the acceptance. “Great! Now, I really do need some help with this essay, I don’t know what I was thinking, picking that topic…” Cedric muttered, digging through his bag for the essay and his Herbology book.