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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,656
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Fall
Title: Fall
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None
Summary: #64 – Fall. Golden and red leaves fell with her.
Word Count: 611 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
Prompt 64 – Fall
Neville was just sober enough to know that if Hannah were to step on the wrong branch, she would fall over twenty feet to the ground.
“Hannah, get down!” he hissed, hoping that none of the party noticed his wife climbing the oak tree at the edge of the Weasley’s garden on a cool autumn day. Everyone was pissed, of course, it being George and Angelina’s fifth wedding anniversary party. It was a mistake to let Hannah ‘handle the refreshments.’ Between copious amounts of ale, Firewhiskey, and elf-made wine, Neville Longbottom was sure that there would plenty of Sobering Potions to pass out later.
As it was, Hannah was a rowdy drunk while he was a contemplative drunk.
“Look, Nev…” he heard his wife say, precariously perched on a branch above his head, her blonde hair blending in with the golden and red leaves. “House pride!”
“Oh, Merlin…” he sighed, feeling slightly dizzy looking up for so long.
Being the landlady of the Leaky Cauldron was one thing, drinking the wares was another.
“What is she doing?” a voice asked at Neville’s shoulder.
Ginny Potter had a glass of elf-made wine in her hand, blue eyes gazing up at Hannah.
“I have no idea,” Neville muttered.
The branches shook under Hannah, and she laughed, as leaves fell down upon him and Ginny in a shower of gold and red.
“I don’t think I could use my wand to catch her if she fell,” Ginny said into her glass, swaying unsteadily.
Me either, Neville wanted to say, as just as that moment, the thing he feared, happened. Hannah shrieked, her bare foot slipping off the branch under her, and she was falling. Ginny shouted, but Neville moved.
Hannah was a slight woman, and as she fell into Neville’s arms, she was not heavy enough to knock him down. He did fall, however, dizzy, and feeling nauseous. His back in a pile of leaves, Hannah pressed against his chest, her dress skirt flipped up over her head, he started laughing.
“I almost died, and you’re laughing!” she growled, pushing up from Neville’s wide chest, her hair tangled with leaves.
“Oi! Everything alright over there?” Neville heard Ron call from the tables set just outside the kitchen garden.
“All fine!” Ginny called back, shaking her head and turning to move back to the party. “Hannah is jumping off high places again!”
“Oh, well, that’s alright then,” Ron called back.
Neville’s arms were sore, and as Hannah stretched out over him, her thighs straddling his hips, his laughter turned to quiet chuckles. Her lips turned up into a smile. She smoothed his hair from his face, pulling away more leaves, and then with a chuckle, bent down, and kissed him sloppily.
“My hero,” she whispered as her arms wound about his neck.
Neville snorted.
Hannah was always the levelheaded one, steadfast, loyal, and lovely. Neville could only gaze up at her golden blonde hair that highlighted her pretty face and deep blue eyes. She was beautiful to him with the leaves haloing her head above him.
“You kill me,” he chuckled, and was rewarded with a sharp pinch to the shoulder.
Leaning down again, Hannah licked the tip of his nose playfully and was gone. Neville lay in the pile of leaves for a long while, breathing in the musky freshness of autumn. He could hear Hannah and Ginny laughing at something Harry had said, and then shriek as George unleashed a dung bomb under the feet. The musky freshness was immediately pushed aside as the stench wafted in his direction, and jumping to his feet, he started to climb the oak tree to escape.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None
Summary: #64 – Fall. Golden and red leaves fell with her.
Word Count: 611 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
Prompt 64 – Fall
Neville was just sober enough to know that if Hannah were to step on the wrong branch, she would fall over twenty feet to the ground.
“Hannah, get down!” he hissed, hoping that none of the party noticed his wife climbing the oak tree at the edge of the Weasley’s garden on a cool autumn day. Everyone was pissed, of course, it being George and Angelina’s fifth wedding anniversary party. It was a mistake to let Hannah ‘handle the refreshments.’ Between copious amounts of ale, Firewhiskey, and elf-made wine, Neville Longbottom was sure that there would plenty of Sobering Potions to pass out later.
As it was, Hannah was a rowdy drunk while he was a contemplative drunk.
“Look, Nev…” he heard his wife say, precariously perched on a branch above his head, her blonde hair blending in with the golden and red leaves. “House pride!”
“Oh, Merlin…” he sighed, feeling slightly dizzy looking up for so long.
Being the landlady of the Leaky Cauldron was one thing, drinking the wares was another.
“What is she doing?” a voice asked at Neville’s shoulder.
Ginny Potter had a glass of elf-made wine in her hand, blue eyes gazing up at Hannah.
“I have no idea,” Neville muttered.
The branches shook under Hannah, and she laughed, as leaves fell down upon him and Ginny in a shower of gold and red.
“I don’t think I could use my wand to catch her if she fell,” Ginny said into her glass, swaying unsteadily.
Me either, Neville wanted to say, as just as that moment, the thing he feared, happened. Hannah shrieked, her bare foot slipping off the branch under her, and she was falling. Ginny shouted, but Neville moved.
Hannah was a slight woman, and as she fell into Neville’s arms, she was not heavy enough to knock him down. He did fall, however, dizzy, and feeling nauseous. His back in a pile of leaves, Hannah pressed against his chest, her dress skirt flipped up over her head, he started laughing.
“I almost died, and you’re laughing!” she growled, pushing up from Neville’s wide chest, her hair tangled with leaves.
“Oi! Everything alright over there?” Neville heard Ron call from the tables set just outside the kitchen garden.
“All fine!” Ginny called back, shaking her head and turning to move back to the party. “Hannah is jumping off high places again!”
“Oh, well, that’s alright then,” Ron called back.
Neville’s arms were sore, and as Hannah stretched out over him, her thighs straddling his hips, his laughter turned to quiet chuckles. Her lips turned up into a smile. She smoothed his hair from his face, pulling away more leaves, and then with a chuckle, bent down, and kissed him sloppily.
“My hero,” she whispered as her arms wound about his neck.
Neville snorted.
Hannah was always the levelheaded one, steadfast, loyal, and lovely. Neville could only gaze up at her golden blonde hair that highlighted her pretty face and deep blue eyes. She was beautiful to him with the leaves haloing her head above him.
“You kill me,” he chuckled, and was rewarded with a sharp pinch to the shoulder.
Leaning down again, Hannah licked the tip of his nose playfully and was gone. Neville lay in the pile of leaves for a long while, breathing in the musky freshness of autumn. He could hear Hannah and Ginny laughing at something Harry had said, and then shriek as George unleashed a dung bomb under the feet. The musky freshness was immediately pushed aside as the stench wafted in his direction, and jumping to his feet, he started to climb the oak tree to escape.