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Title: It should've been you.
Author: wook77
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Neville
Request: for rabidfangurl's request of - Harry/Neville - Something to do with the prophecy.
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 836
Excerpt in lieu of a summary: “You should’ve been the Savior. You should’ve been the one to defeat Voldemort. You would have been much better than I; so many people wouldn’t have died.” Unsure how to interpret Neville’s gobsmacked look, Harry waited.
Warnings: slash, UST
Disclaimer: Not mine and never will be. I'm merely playing with the characters. Everything belongs to JKR, publishers, WB and associated businesses.
A/N: Concrit is always welcomed! I like where it ended but if rabidfangurl would like me to continue, I'm willing.
“You were always the best of us.” Harry’s voice was soft as he addressed the man in front of him. Neville Longbottom had come along way from the bumbling and scared boy of Hogwarts’ days. Now, Neville stood tall, shoulders thrown back and head held high.
“Harry, you know that’s not true. You…” Harry quickly shook his head, cutting into what he knew Neville was going to say. Harry was the best of them. It wasn’t true, not after everything he’d seen and done.
“You are, Neville. You know that.” Neville only shook his head and Harry smiled before looking around. The grounds were well-kept, grass clean and uniform, hedges even and stones gleaming. It was peaceful but, considering where they were, it seemed like it should always be.
“You flatter me, Harry. You know I’m not. The best among us wouldn’t be happy that his parents were dead.” Harry flinched slightly at the blunt tone as he looked at his friend, one of the few left from Hogwarts. Taking a minute to catalog the changes, Harry thought about how much had changed since he’d first discovered Neville’s secret.
Back then, Neville had been ashamed of his parents. In recent years, since the War, Neville had seemed proud of their sacrifice; he’d certainly avenged himself on Bellatrix Lestrange. Neville walked with a quasi-swagger that was attractive. The confidence and self-esteem while being unpretentious added to the attraction.
That attraction was one that Harry didn’t want. It felt almost like a betrayal. The friendship, one of the last remaining, was extremely important and to act on that attraction would ruin it.
When Neville turned, Harry’s mind came sweeping back to the present and Neville’s most recent comment.
“Neville, your parents aren’t suffering any longer. That is something to be happy about, yeah?” When Neville only continued to stare at Harry, he continued. “It should’ve been you, Nev. All these years, it should have been you.”
“What?” Neville’s blank stare showed Harry, yet again, that he wasn’t nearly eloquent enough.
“You should’ve been the Savior. You should’ve been the one to defeat Voldemort. You would have been much better than I; so many people wouldn’t have died.” Unsure how to interpret Neville’s gobsmacked look, Harry waited.
“That’s complete and utter tripe, Harry, and you know it. I couldn’t possibly have done so well.” Neville’s expression changed until he looked angry. Harry didn’t take much notice as Neville’s hands clenched and unclenched.
“That’s the tripe and you know it, Nev. Your parents wouldn’t have suffered for all these years.” When Neville grabbed Harry, he was shocked.
“Take it back, right now.” A shake accompanied the demand and Harry felt himself harden slightly at the forceful side of the normally placid man’s personality. Fixated on the lips so close to his face, Harry didn’t respond. Another shake and Neville leaned closer. Harry could feel the other man’s breath puff across his lips and, before he thought, pressed his own against them.
They stayed like that, lips pressed tight against each other, for a long moment that dragged on until Harry pulled back, mortified at what he’d done.
“I’m so sorry, Nev. I don’t know what came over me.” Harry stepped back a bit so that he could see Neville’s entire face.
“What was that, then?” The tone was neutral and careful and it hurt Harry.
“I, just, err, that is, you were so, and err, well, I’ve wanted to, and can we just forget about this? Please?” Harry’s face reddened further as he stuttered over his explanation.
“I don’t think so, no.” Harry cursed himself, his timing was wretched. They were standing in a graveyard with the rustle of fallen leaves on the ground, mourning the parents Neville had put into the ground just that morning and Harry just had to kiss him. There was an appropriate time and place and now and here was neither.
“Please, Nev. I shan’t do it again.” Harry’s tone turned plaintive as he begged.
“You kissed me.” Harry nodded at the carefully neutral statement. “Why?”
“I’ve wanted to, for a bit. I didn’t, don’t, want to ruin our friendship so I didn’t act on it. I regret acting on it now.” Shoving his hands deep into his pockets, Harry turned to look at the tree behind him, brown with the chill of winter.
“Why?” Another simple one-word question that caused Harry so much panic.
“Because it’s you, Neville. It’s you that should have been the Hero. It’s you that should have been my first and my best. It’s you that’s calm and supporting. It’s just you. Look, I’ll just go, yeah? We’ll talk when this isn’t so fresh in our heads. Maybe then, you’ll forgive me.” Harry started to walk away when he felt Neville grab his arm, just above the elbow.
“I’ll walk with you.” Neville slipped his hand down Harry’s arm and their fingers entwined. It wasn’t much but sometimes, Harry thought to himself, you should be grateful for the little things.
slashfest for rabidfangurl. Posted there primarily.Title: It should've been you.
Author: wook77
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Neville
Request: for rabidfangurl's request of - Harry/Neville - Something to do with the prophecy.
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 836
Excerpt in lieu of a summary: “You should’ve been the Savior. You should’ve been the one to defeat Voldemort. You would have been much better than I; so many people wouldn’t have died.” Unsure how to interpret Neville’s gobsmacked look, Harry waited.
Warnings: slash, UST
Disclaimer: Not mine and never will be. I'm merely playing with the characters. Everything belongs to JKR, publishers, WB and associated businesses.
A/N: Concrit is always welcomed! I like where it ended but if rabidfangurl would like me to continue, I'm willing.
“You were always the best of us.” Harry’s voice was soft as he addressed the man in front of him. Neville Longbottom had come along way from the bumbling and scared boy of Hogwarts’ days. Now, Neville stood tall, shoulders thrown back and head held high.
“Harry, you know that’s not true. You…” Harry quickly shook his head, cutting into what he knew Neville was going to say. Harry was the best of them. It wasn’t true, not after everything he’d seen and done.
“You are, Neville. You know that.” Neville only shook his head and Harry smiled before looking around. The grounds were well-kept, grass clean and uniform, hedges even and stones gleaming. It was peaceful but, considering where they were, it seemed like it should always be.
“You flatter me, Harry. You know I’m not. The best among us wouldn’t be happy that his parents were dead.” Harry flinched slightly at the blunt tone as he looked at his friend, one of the few left from Hogwarts. Taking a minute to catalog the changes, Harry thought about how much had changed since he’d first discovered Neville’s secret.
Back then, Neville had been ashamed of his parents. In recent years, since the War, Neville had seemed proud of their sacrifice; he’d certainly avenged himself on Bellatrix Lestrange. Neville walked with a quasi-swagger that was attractive. The confidence and self-esteem while being unpretentious added to the attraction.
That attraction was one that Harry didn’t want. It felt almost like a betrayal. The friendship, one of the last remaining, was extremely important and to act on that attraction would ruin it.
When Neville turned, Harry’s mind came sweeping back to the present and Neville’s most recent comment.
“Neville, your parents aren’t suffering any longer. That is something to be happy about, yeah?” When Neville only continued to stare at Harry, he continued. “It should’ve been you, Nev. All these years, it should have been you.”
“What?” Neville’s blank stare showed Harry, yet again, that he wasn’t nearly eloquent enough.
“You should’ve been the Savior. You should’ve been the one to defeat Voldemort. You would have been much better than I; so many people wouldn’t have died.” Unsure how to interpret Neville’s gobsmacked look, Harry waited.
“That’s complete and utter tripe, Harry, and you know it. I couldn’t possibly have done so well.” Neville’s expression changed until he looked angry. Harry didn’t take much notice as Neville’s hands clenched and unclenched.
“That’s the tripe and you know it, Nev. Your parents wouldn’t have suffered for all these years.” When Neville grabbed Harry, he was shocked.
“Take it back, right now.” A shake accompanied the demand and Harry felt himself harden slightly at the forceful side of the normally placid man’s personality. Fixated on the lips so close to his face, Harry didn’t respond. Another shake and Neville leaned closer. Harry could feel the other man’s breath puff across his lips and, before he thought, pressed his own against them.
They stayed like that, lips pressed tight against each other, for a long moment that dragged on until Harry pulled back, mortified at what he’d done.
“I’m so sorry, Nev. I don’t know what came over me.” Harry stepped back a bit so that he could see Neville’s entire face.
“What was that, then?” The tone was neutral and careful and it hurt Harry.
“I, just, err, that is, you were so, and err, well, I’ve wanted to, and can we just forget about this? Please?” Harry’s face reddened further as he stuttered over his explanation.
“I don’t think so, no.” Harry cursed himself, his timing was wretched. They were standing in a graveyard with the rustle of fallen leaves on the ground, mourning the parents Neville had put into the ground just that morning and Harry just had to kiss him. There was an appropriate time and place and now and here was neither.
“Please, Nev. I shan’t do it again.” Harry’s tone turned plaintive as he begged.
“You kissed me.” Harry nodded at the carefully neutral statement. “Why?”
“I’ve wanted to, for a bit. I didn’t, don’t, want to ruin our friendship so I didn’t act on it. I regret acting on it now.” Shoving his hands deep into his pockets, Harry turned to look at the tree behind him, brown with the chill of winter.
“Why?” Another simple one-word question that caused Harry so much panic.
“Because it’s you, Neville. It’s you that should have been the Hero. It’s you that should have been my first and my best. It’s you that’s calm and supporting. It’s just you. Look, I’ll just go, yeah? We’ll talk when this isn’t so fresh in our heads. Maybe then, you’ll forgive me.” Harry started to walk away when he felt Neville grab his arm, just above the elbow.
“I’ll walk with you.” Neville slipped his hand down Harry’s arm and their fingers entwined. It wasn’t much but sometimes, Harry thought to himself, you should be grateful for the little things.
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Date: 2005-12-13 11:49 pm (UTC)cute
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Date: 2005-12-14 12:09 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-12-14 07:00 pm (UTC)I adore writing Neville. He makes me smile each and every time.
I'm glad you liked it! *squee*
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Date: 2005-12-14 09:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-14 07:02 pm (UTC)I adore writing clueless!Harry.
I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2005-12-15 02:04 am (UTC)Clueless!Harry is adorable. *g*