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adventdrabblesTitle: Safety First
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Lily Luna Potter
Rating: Gen
Summary: Lily runs a quick errand in the snow.
By the time she made it to the greenhouses, Lily was windblown, trembling, and thoroughly dusted in snow.
"Lily!" Neville exclaimed, dropping a shovel of compost. "What on earth are you doing, trudging across the grounds without a coat on?"
Not only was she wearing nothing over her hoodie. She was wearing nothing under it, either. "Just a quick errand, Professor. Anyway, I'm always a little hot in here."
"Yeah, well..." His eyes darted to the contrary evidence poking at the front of her hoodie. "You don't look it." He cleared his throat and turned to collect a dusty robe from a hook by his office. "And you know I don't allow students in my greenhouses without robes on. Safety first. Here."
Neville held the robe up for her, and Lily moved her long, red hair over one shoulder as she slipped into it, making sure the strands brushed his hand.
"What errand, then?" he asked.
"Professor Clearwater said you had some Shrivelfig for her?"
"Ah, right enough," Neville said, rattling open the heavy door to his office. "Stay there. And don't touch that," he said, pointing to a plant that looked like a cross between a holly and a venus fly trap. Expecting it might be one of his many experiments, Lily took him at his word.
There was barely room for him to move inside his office. Lily heard a high-pitched squeak and a muttered curse as he rummaged around. She moved closer and peeked inside at the mess of foliage, pots, and tools. It covered nearly every surface except a small section of his desk, which was loaded down with dog-eared books and parchments.
There was a sprig of mistletoe lying on top of them. The one she had conjured for him.
Lily gasped, but Neville was immediately in front of her with the Shrivelfig, frowning slightly. "Lily, I thought I said—"
"Is that mine?" she cut across him, pointing to the mistletoe.
He pulled the door closed behind him with a sticky thud. Color rose in his cheeks. "I had second thoughts about leaving it in the Great Hall."
Lily didn't step back, so he was forced to scrunch himself a bit awkwardly in the doorframe.
"It's much safer in your office, no doubt," she said with a smile.
Neville glanced away.
"Unless you're expecting company."
"No time for company," he said, firmly. "Unless they care to do my marking for me. Which I should definitely get started on." He handed her the vividly purple fruit. "And you should..."
"What?"
His eyes dropped again to her front. "Just..." He took her hoodie zipper in his soiled fingers and tugged it tightly up under her chin. "Mind the tentacula on your way out."
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Lily Luna Potter
Rating: Gen
Summary: Lily runs a quick errand in the snow.
By the time she made it to the greenhouses, Lily was windblown, trembling, and thoroughly dusted in snow.
"Lily!" Neville exclaimed, dropping a shovel of compost. "What on earth are you doing, trudging across the grounds without a coat on?"
Not only was she wearing nothing over her hoodie. She was wearing nothing under it, either. "Just a quick errand, Professor. Anyway, I'm always a little hot in here."
"Yeah, well..." His eyes darted to the contrary evidence poking at the front of her hoodie. "You don't look it." He cleared his throat and turned to collect a dusty robe from a hook by his office. "And you know I don't allow students in my greenhouses without robes on. Safety first. Here."
Neville held the robe up for her, and Lily moved her long, red hair over one shoulder as she slipped into it, making sure the strands brushed his hand.
"What errand, then?" he asked.
"Professor Clearwater said you had some Shrivelfig for her?"
"Ah, right enough," Neville said, rattling open the heavy door to his office. "Stay there. And don't touch that," he said, pointing to a plant that looked like a cross between a holly and a venus fly trap. Expecting it might be one of his many experiments, Lily took him at his word.
There was barely room for him to move inside his office. Lily heard a high-pitched squeak and a muttered curse as he rummaged around. She moved closer and peeked inside at the mess of foliage, pots, and tools. It covered nearly every surface except a small section of his desk, which was loaded down with dog-eared books and parchments.
There was a sprig of mistletoe lying on top of them. The one she had conjured for him.
Lily gasped, but Neville was immediately in front of her with the Shrivelfig, frowning slightly. "Lily, I thought I said—"
"Is that mine?" she cut across him, pointing to the mistletoe.
He pulled the door closed behind him with a sticky thud. Color rose in his cheeks. "I had second thoughts about leaving it in the Great Hall."
Lily didn't step back, so he was forced to scrunch himself a bit awkwardly in the doorframe.
"It's much safer in your office, no doubt," she said with a smile.
Neville glanced away.
"Unless you're expecting company."
"No time for company," he said, firmly. "Unless they care to do my marking for me. Which I should definitely get started on." He handed her the vividly purple fruit. "And you should..."
"What?"
His eyes dropped again to her front. "Just..." He took her hoodie zipper in his soiled fingers and tugged it tightly up under her chin. "Mind the tentacula on your way out."
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Date: 2019-12-02 02:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-12-02 10:23 pm (UTC)