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adventdrabblesTitle: White Heat
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Lily Luna Potter
Rating: Teen
Summary: Neville shows Lily a secret.
"Can you keep a secret?" Neville asked.
"Of course," Lily replied.
At breakfast, he'd told her to stop by the greenhouse for the fanged geranium she didn't need. Now he lifted the wards on the storeroom by his small greenhouse office. It was as messy as the adjoining office, but on a work table, carefully isolated from the mess, stood a plant with silvery-white, fern-like foliage.
Lily stepped forward with a gasp. "White Heat." She had only ever seen illustrations of it in restricted potions books. She held out her hand, feeling the warmth that radiated from it like fire.
"Careful."
Lily turned and gave Neville a curious grin. "I didn't know we grew these at Hogwarts."
He raised one eyebrow. "We don't."
The air around the plant seemed to blur like the aura around a flame, luring her closer. "Isn't it... an aphrodisiac?"
"The seeds are, yes." Neville slipped in behind her and rounded the table. "But the fruit is rare and dangerous to harvest. The foliage can burn right through dragonhide."
"Have you ever been burned?"
He lifted one sleeve of his work robes, showing her a faint white scar in the shape of those leaves. "I was young and foolish. I thought I knew what I was getting myself into, growing it. But I was careless with it, trying to get it to bloom. Impatient. Even a little cocky. It had a few surprises for me." He leveled her with a meaningful look. "My attempt to harvest it turned out to be... quite rough."
Lily caught the warning well enough. She felt it from her head to her toes. "I've been burned by potions," she said breathlessly. "I like a little danger."
Neville's jaw worked silently.
"Well?" she prompted him at last.
"Well what?"
"Did you get the fruit?"
His lips curved into a slow smile. "Yeah. I got it."
"And did you use the seeds?"
Neville chuckled. "Did I mention I was young and foolish?"
It was hard to imagine him ever being either. But the thought of Neville Longbottom under a potent aphrodisiac made her squeeze her legs together. Sweat beaded above her lip from the heat of the plant.
He opened the compartment of a small chest of drawers and took out a jar containing several flower heads of fanged geranium. "Use what you need," he said.
Lily took the jar from him, their fingers brushing momentarily. "Nothing would have stopped you getting the fruit, would it?" she asked quietly.
Neville shook his head. "Nothing."
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Lily Luna Potter
Rating: Teen
Summary: Neville shows Lily a secret.
"Can you keep a secret?" Neville asked.
"Of course," Lily replied.
At breakfast, he'd told her to stop by the greenhouse for the fanged geranium she didn't need. Now he lifted the wards on the storeroom by his small greenhouse office. It was as messy as the adjoining office, but on a work table, carefully isolated from the mess, stood a plant with silvery-white, fern-like foliage.
Lily stepped forward with a gasp. "White Heat." She had only ever seen illustrations of it in restricted potions books. She held out her hand, feeling the warmth that radiated from it like fire.
"Careful."
Lily turned and gave Neville a curious grin. "I didn't know we grew these at Hogwarts."
He raised one eyebrow. "We don't."
The air around the plant seemed to blur like the aura around a flame, luring her closer. "Isn't it... an aphrodisiac?"
"The seeds are, yes." Neville slipped in behind her and rounded the table. "But the fruit is rare and dangerous to harvest. The foliage can burn right through dragonhide."
"Have you ever been burned?"
He lifted one sleeve of his work robes, showing her a faint white scar in the shape of those leaves. "I was young and foolish. I thought I knew what I was getting myself into, growing it. But I was careless with it, trying to get it to bloom. Impatient. Even a little cocky. It had a few surprises for me." He leveled her with a meaningful look. "My attempt to harvest it turned out to be... quite rough."
Lily caught the warning well enough. She felt it from her head to her toes. "I've been burned by potions," she said breathlessly. "I like a little danger."
Neville's jaw worked silently.
"Well?" she prompted him at last.
"Well what?"
"Did you get the fruit?"
His lips curved into a slow smile. "Yeah. I got it."
"And did you use the seeds?"
Neville chuckled. "Did I mention I was young and foolish?"
It was hard to imagine him ever being either. But the thought of Neville Longbottom under a potent aphrodisiac made her squeeze her legs together. Sweat beaded above her lip from the heat of the plant.
He opened the compartment of a small chest of drawers and took out a jar containing several flower heads of fanged geranium. "Use what you need," he said.
Lily took the jar from him, their fingers brushing momentarily. "Nothing would have stopped you getting the fruit, would it?" she asked quietly.
Neville shook his head. "Nothing."
