Fic: Temptation (Neville/Lily Luna)
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lightofdayeTitle: Temptation
Rating: R
Characters & Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Lily Luna Potter
Word Count: 652
Content: UST, age difference - older man/young woman (48/20), mutual pining
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:Lily Luna approaches Neville in the three broomsticks
A/n: A fourth fic/pairing for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
rarepair_shorts's RarePair Challenge. I set out to write PWP with Lily Luna and a contemporary, so how did this happen instead?
A tip of the hat totorino10154 who once wrote a Neville/James Sirius drabble along these lines. I don't think I ripped it off but it did come to mind as I wrote this.
It was Friday night and Neville Longbottom took a long swig of ale and looked around The Three Broomsticks and then did a double take of surprise, hastily gulping down his mouthful before he choked on it.
A beautiful young woman with baby blue eyes and shock of unruly red hair that stuck up in all directions, smiled and waved at him.
“Hi, Professor,” said Lily Luna Potter as she sat down in the chair on the opposite side of his table. “Mind if I join you?”
“O-of course,” Neville stuttered. “Not. Of course not. I d-d-don’t mind at all. Ms Potter, please.”
Neville didn’t think he’d been this pink or stuttered this much in years.
“Thanks, I got you this.” Lily said shoving one of two Butterbeers she was carrying over to him and glanced at his pint. “I didn’t know you drank anything harder than Butterbeer or I’d have got that.
“I don’t in front of students” Neville said. “But then you’re not one anymore are you?”
He knew it too well; he’d been counting down the days until she’d left Hogwarts.
“No, Professor, I’m not but some of my friends still are,” Lily said with another dazzling smile. “Lorcan Scamander’s playing in the Quidditch finale tomorrow. He asked me to come along and watch.”
Both the Scamander twins were known to have crushes on Lily Luna Potter but since they were a couple of years younger her and not a day older than her father that was perfectly all right.
“Oh right,” said Neville. Not really keeping his end up as far as the conversation going. Of course he realised belated, she didn’t have to come up the night before, she could have easily Apparated here tomorrow, so perhaps she had another reason to be here.
“Do you follow the Quidditch at all, Professor?”
“Of course. Like we said, you’re not a student any more, you don’t have to call me Professor.”
“But there’s so many things you could still teach me,” Lily said and there was something about her tone of voice that stirred things deep inside Neville that he’d been trying to ignore for a few years now. Ever since Lily had grown up, she’d always been a perfect blend of Harry and Ginny and that resemblance to two people he’d had tremendous crushes on when a young man did nothing to deter his attraction to her. That would have been selling Lily short though, she was her own person; intensely intelligent, kind, generous and funny but without the edges or insecurities of her parents. Beautiful as much for her poise and self-assurance as her looks.
Neville wouldn’t be Neville if wasn’t insanely attracted to her.
Oh he’d like to teach her things all right; deeply carnal things. He could picture on her knees, with those blue eyes looking up at him or in his bed without a stitch on her, his dirty hands moving over her pale skin, finding out exactly where she liked to be touched to make her moan.
Then again, Lily with her many admirers probably already knew all that.
It may have been his feverish imagination or the promptings of a hitherto unsuspected ego but Neville thought that she was offering him exactly that. That tone of voice and tiniest shadow of a wink he might have imagined seeing was a prompting to invite her back to his rooms to see where things went.
“Maybe but you can call me Neville all the same, Ms Potter.” Neville forced himself to say calmly.
“Only if you call me Lily, Neville,” Lily responded.
“Sure, Lily,” Neville said.
He was pink again and tried to steer the conversation in a safe direction.
Neville wouldn’t be Neville if he wasn’t in love with Lily Luna Potter but he wouldn’t be Neville if he ever acted on it either. It was going to be a long night.
Rating: R
Characters & Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Lily Luna Potter
Word Count: 652
Content: UST, age difference - older man/young woman (48/20), mutual pining
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:Lily Luna approaches Neville in the three broomsticks
A/n: A fourth fic/pairing for
rarepair_shorts's RarePair Challenge. I set out to write PWP with Lily Luna and a contemporary, so how did this happen instead? A tip of the hat to
torino10154 who once wrote a Neville/James Sirius drabble along these lines. I don't think I ripped it off but it did come to mind as I wrote this.It was Friday night and Neville Longbottom took a long swig of ale and looked around The Three Broomsticks and then did a double take of surprise, hastily gulping down his mouthful before he choked on it.
A beautiful young woman with baby blue eyes and shock of unruly red hair that stuck up in all directions, smiled and waved at him.
“Hi, Professor,” said Lily Luna Potter as she sat down in the chair on the opposite side of his table. “Mind if I join you?”
“O-of course,” Neville stuttered. “Not. Of course not. I d-d-don’t mind at all. Ms Potter, please.”
Neville didn’t think he’d been this pink or stuttered this much in years.
“Thanks, I got you this.” Lily said shoving one of two Butterbeers she was carrying over to him and glanced at his pint. “I didn’t know you drank anything harder than Butterbeer or I’d have got that.
“I don’t in front of students” Neville said. “But then you’re not one anymore are you?”
He knew it too well; he’d been counting down the days until she’d left Hogwarts.
“No, Professor, I’m not but some of my friends still are,” Lily said with another dazzling smile. “Lorcan Scamander’s playing in the Quidditch finale tomorrow. He asked me to come along and watch.”
Both the Scamander twins were known to have crushes on Lily Luna Potter but since they were a couple of years younger her and not a day older than her father that was perfectly all right.
“Oh right,” said Neville. Not really keeping his end up as far as the conversation going. Of course he realised belated, she didn’t have to come up the night before, she could have easily Apparated here tomorrow, so perhaps she had another reason to be here.
“Do you follow the Quidditch at all, Professor?”
“Of course. Like we said, you’re not a student any more, you don’t have to call me Professor.”
“But there’s so many things you could still teach me,” Lily said and there was something about her tone of voice that stirred things deep inside Neville that he’d been trying to ignore for a few years now. Ever since Lily had grown up, she’d always been a perfect blend of Harry and Ginny and that resemblance to two people he’d had tremendous crushes on when a young man did nothing to deter his attraction to her. That would have been selling Lily short though, she was her own person; intensely intelligent, kind, generous and funny but without the edges or insecurities of her parents. Beautiful as much for her poise and self-assurance as her looks.
Neville wouldn’t be Neville if wasn’t insanely attracted to her.
Oh he’d like to teach her things all right; deeply carnal things. He could picture on her knees, with those blue eyes looking up at him or in his bed without a stitch on her, his dirty hands moving over her pale skin, finding out exactly where she liked to be touched to make her moan.
Then again, Lily with her many admirers probably already knew all that.
It may have been his feverish imagination or the promptings of a hitherto unsuspected ego but Neville thought that she was offering him exactly that. That tone of voice and tiniest shadow of a wink he might have imagined seeing was a prompting to invite her back to his rooms to see where things went.
“Maybe but you can call me Neville all the same, Ms Potter.” Neville forced himself to say calmly.
“Only if you call me Lily, Neville,” Lily responded.
“Sure, Lily,” Neville said.
He was pink again and tried to steer the conversation in a safe direction.
Neville wouldn’t be Neville if he wasn’t in love with Lily Luna Potter but he wouldn’t be Neville if he ever acted on it either. It was going to be a long night.
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Date: 2022-03-12 11:45 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading.