What's Disturbing Neville?
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,459
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Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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What's Disturbing Neville?
TITLE: What's Disturbing Neville? For tealeaf523
RATING: Mature
WORD COUNT: 819
WARNINGS: Mild Voyeurism, Very Mild FemSlash
PROMPT: Would you mind doing one for Neville? Or a young Snape? If so, here are the prompts: Growth spurt. Hogwarts library. Knickers.
“Ahhh!” Neville yawned on his way to his dorm after Potions, his last class of the day. Professor Snape had yelled at him more times than he cared to remember. They made Shrinking Solution, and he couldn't manage to get any of it right.
“When did quarter inch slices of daisy root become equal to three eighth inch slices?” Professor Snape queried as he sneered at Neville's workstation with disdain. “Dear gods Longbottom!” Snape shouted before Neville added the next ingredient to his cauldron. “Are you wanting to blow us all up? Skin that shrivelfig before you add it.”
Neville didn't do anything even remotely close to the professor's satisfaction, which wasn't surprising considering that he could hardly stay wake during his classes.
He hadn't been sleeping well for the past several nights and it was beginning to take its toll on him. He had always been a fitful sleeper ever since childhood, but recently it had gotten worse.
He would have bizarre dreams he couldn't remember clearly, just a vague recollection of ordinary places and things. He would wake up, tangled in his sheets, breathing heavily as if he had been running for his life.
His dorm mates didn't help his inability to sleep properly. Mostly, the other third years moaned or mumbled in their sleep. Seamus, however, was a rather vocal sleeper who moaned as if he were having the best experience of his life. Neville didn't know what to make of it, but he felt rather odd speaking to Seamus as they bathed in the communal shower. Even though he and Seamus were close friends who were around each other a lot, Neville still had a difficult time looking at Seamus after a rather loud and sleepless night.
He felt an unusual feeling in the pit of his stomach whenever he was partnered with a girl in Charms or Transfiguration. Once, he was paired with Lavender Brown to complete an essay on the cheering charm. He could hardly speak two words to her without his stomach twisting into knots.
He knew better than to ask his house mates about it. Dean Thomas was ribbed endlessly for saying Padma Patil's name while he slept. Neville could only imagine the horrors awaiting him if he ever had the nerve to ask about his dilemma.
He had no one to turn to. He was too embarrassed to approach his Head of House or even a male professor. There was absolutely no way he would ever speak of it with his grandmother. When he sent her an owl requesting new robes and pajamas, as his were too short and tight, she replied with a Howler enclosed in his package. She basically berated Neville for not knowing the appropriate tailoring charms, saying that his abnormal growth spurts were depleting her life savings.
All he knew to do was to research his condition in the library. There was only a very small section devoted to personal care, but Neville hoped he could find the answers he sought there.
He already knew from Hermione where the section was located, in the back corner of the library next to the entryway of the Restricted Section. He went to the library a scant half hour before curfew in hopes of being able to get in and out relatively unseen.
As Neville approached the back shelves, he heard what sounded like panting and groaning coming from the Restricted Section. “Oh Penelope” someone, obviously not Percy Weasley, moaned.
Making as little noise as possible, Neville sank back into the shadows, hoping to remain unseen until after whoever was making all the noise finally left. He heard someone sigh in relief and saw two people leave the special room.
“Rebecca,” Penelope whispered to the seventh year Prefect. “You almost forgot these,” Penelope told her lover as she handed Rebecca a lacy pair of knickers.
Rebecca kissed Penelope deeply as she clutched the tiny garment in her hand. “Same time next week?” Rebecca asked as she shimmied into her knickers.
“We'll need to change it up. I don't want Percy finding out,” Penelope said while she smoothed out her rumpled skirt.
“Are you ever going to dump that ponce? When will you finally tell him the truth about us?” Rebecca asked impatiently.
As soon as N. E. W. T. s are over. I can't afford to alienate my best study partner. Very soon Rebecca, I promise.” With that last word, the girls gathered their things and left.
Neville sighed in relief. His stomach felt like a swarm of butterflies were flapping around in it and his trousers felt uncomfortable, his groin tingling with every movement. He didn't really understand why he was reacting this way.
'Something I could actually share with the guys. They'll never believe this' Neville thought as he adjusted his trousers to relieve the ache he felt. 'This makes me almost feel bad for Percy. ALMOST!”
RATING: Mature
WORD COUNT: 819
WARNINGS: Mild Voyeurism, Very Mild FemSlash
PROMPT: Would you mind doing one for Neville? Or a young Snape? If so, here are the prompts: Growth spurt. Hogwarts library. Knickers.
“Ahhh!” Neville yawned on his way to his dorm after Potions, his last class of the day. Professor Snape had yelled at him more times than he cared to remember. They made Shrinking Solution, and he couldn't manage to get any of it right.
“When did quarter inch slices of daisy root become equal to three eighth inch slices?” Professor Snape queried as he sneered at Neville's workstation with disdain. “Dear gods Longbottom!” Snape shouted before Neville added the next ingredient to his cauldron. “Are you wanting to blow us all up? Skin that shrivelfig before you add it.”
Neville didn't do anything even remotely close to the professor's satisfaction, which wasn't surprising considering that he could hardly stay wake during his classes.
He hadn't been sleeping well for the past several nights and it was beginning to take its toll on him. He had always been a fitful sleeper ever since childhood, but recently it had gotten worse.
He would have bizarre dreams he couldn't remember clearly, just a vague recollection of ordinary places and things. He would wake up, tangled in his sheets, breathing heavily as if he had been running for his life.
His dorm mates didn't help his inability to sleep properly. Mostly, the other third years moaned or mumbled in their sleep. Seamus, however, was a rather vocal sleeper who moaned as if he were having the best experience of his life. Neville didn't know what to make of it, but he felt rather odd speaking to Seamus as they bathed in the communal shower. Even though he and Seamus were close friends who were around each other a lot, Neville still had a difficult time looking at Seamus after a rather loud and sleepless night.
He felt an unusual feeling in the pit of his stomach whenever he was partnered with a girl in Charms or Transfiguration. Once, he was paired with Lavender Brown to complete an essay on the cheering charm. He could hardly speak two words to her without his stomach twisting into knots.
He knew better than to ask his house mates about it. Dean Thomas was ribbed endlessly for saying Padma Patil's name while he slept. Neville could only imagine the horrors awaiting him if he ever had the nerve to ask about his dilemma.
He had no one to turn to. He was too embarrassed to approach his Head of House or even a male professor. There was absolutely no way he would ever speak of it with his grandmother. When he sent her an owl requesting new robes and pajamas, as his were too short and tight, she replied with a Howler enclosed in his package. She basically berated Neville for not knowing the appropriate tailoring charms, saying that his abnormal growth spurts were depleting her life savings.
All he knew to do was to research his condition in the library. There was only a very small section devoted to personal care, but Neville hoped he could find the answers he sought there.
He already knew from Hermione where the section was located, in the back corner of the library next to the entryway of the Restricted Section. He went to the library a scant half hour before curfew in hopes of being able to get in and out relatively unseen.
As Neville approached the back shelves, he heard what sounded like panting and groaning coming from the Restricted Section. “Oh Penelope” someone, obviously not Percy Weasley, moaned.
Making as little noise as possible, Neville sank back into the shadows, hoping to remain unseen until after whoever was making all the noise finally left. He heard someone sigh in relief and saw two people leave the special room.
“Rebecca,” Penelope whispered to the seventh year Prefect. “You almost forgot these,” Penelope told her lover as she handed Rebecca a lacy pair of knickers.
Rebecca kissed Penelope deeply as she clutched the tiny garment in her hand. “Same time next week?” Rebecca asked as she shimmied into her knickers.
“We'll need to change it up. I don't want Percy finding out,” Penelope said while she smoothed out her rumpled skirt.
“Are you ever going to dump that ponce? When will you finally tell him the truth about us?” Rebecca asked impatiently.
As soon as N. E. W. T. s are over. I can't afford to alienate my best study partner. Very soon Rebecca, I promise.” With that last word, the girls gathered their things and left.
Neville sighed in relief. His stomach felt like a swarm of butterflies were flapping around in it and his trousers felt uncomfortable, his groin tingling with every movement. He didn't really understand why he was reacting this way.
'Something I could actually share with the guys. They'll never believe this' Neville thought as he adjusted his trousers to relieve the ache he felt. 'This makes me almost feel bad for Percy. ALMOST!”