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adventdrabblesTitle: The Gift
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Lily Luna Potter
Rating: Teen
Summary: Lily gets an unexpected gift.
Lily awoke to the usual pile of presents on Christmas morning. It felt odd, getting them at Hogwarts, alone in her dorm. There was the usual jumper from Grandma and various sweets and doodads from cousins and friends. Al sent her a set of glass vials, and Jamie sent her a gigantic Wasps jersey. She gasped aloud at the gift from her mum and dad: a gold charm bracelet dangling with tiny potions paraphernalia and letters spelling out her name.
One gift did not have a tag. It was a plain white box, held closed by a thick red velvet ribbon. Inside was an unmarked vial of greenish liquid and a folded square of parchment.
Midnight, my office.
Take the potion before you come.
Don't get caught.
She had barely read it when it disintegrated into ash. With shaking fingers, Lily opened the vial and sniffed. The heady, familiar odor left no doubt as to the sender's intentions.
The Christmas feast was spectacular, but Lily had never been less interested in food. Her stomach fluttered with anticipation as she picked over some roast potatoes. She noticed that Neville wasn't eating much, either. When the table produced every pudding known to wizardkind and then some, he gave her a long look over his goblet, half defeat and half dare.
Many hours later, when he answered his office door, he was wearing the red jumper and charcoal-grey corduroy trousers. He was barefoot. A fire roared inside. Lily could feel its warmth from the corridor.
"Come in."
He shut the door behind her. Lily had never been in his office with the door closed. Another door to his chambers stood open inside, a tall four-poster bed just visible within, covered in shiny red bedclothes. The smell of cinnamon wafted from that direction.
"Did anyone see you?" he asked.
"No."
"Did you take the potion?"
"Yes."
Neville stood motionless for a moment and then turned and warded his office door with a dizzying number of spells. He pocketed his wand and leaned against the doorframe with his back to her. The jumper stretched tautly over his wide shoulders.
Finally, he turned around to face her. Lily sucked in a sharp breath. She had never fully appreciated what a man Neville was. It wasn't just his stature or the grey hair at his temples or the hint of wrinkles around his eyes. It was the way he was looking at her.
He seemed perfectly calm, relaxed, controlled. He even wore a faint smile. But his eyes twinkled with a predatory gleam.
"Lily," he said, unbuckling his belt, "you have been a very bad girl."
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Lily Luna Potter
Rating: Teen
Summary: Lily gets an unexpected gift.
Lily awoke to the usual pile of presents on Christmas morning. It felt odd, getting them at Hogwarts, alone in her dorm. There was the usual jumper from Grandma and various sweets and doodads from cousins and friends. Al sent her a set of glass vials, and Jamie sent her a gigantic Wasps jersey. She gasped aloud at the gift from her mum and dad: a gold charm bracelet dangling with tiny potions paraphernalia and letters spelling out her name.
One gift did not have a tag. It was a plain white box, held closed by a thick red velvet ribbon. Inside was an unmarked vial of greenish liquid and a folded square of parchment.
Take the potion before you come.
Don't get caught.
She had barely read it when it disintegrated into ash. With shaking fingers, Lily opened the vial and sniffed. The heady, familiar odor left no doubt as to the sender's intentions.
The Christmas feast was spectacular, but Lily had never been less interested in food. Her stomach fluttered with anticipation as she picked over some roast potatoes. She noticed that Neville wasn't eating much, either. When the table produced every pudding known to wizardkind and then some, he gave her a long look over his goblet, half defeat and half dare.
Many hours later, when he answered his office door, he was wearing the red jumper and charcoal-grey corduroy trousers. He was barefoot. A fire roared inside. Lily could feel its warmth from the corridor.
"Come in."
He shut the door behind her. Lily had never been in his office with the door closed. Another door to his chambers stood open inside, a tall four-poster bed just visible within, covered in shiny red bedclothes. The smell of cinnamon wafted from that direction.
"Did anyone see you?" he asked.
"No."
"Did you take the potion?"
"Yes."
Neville stood motionless for a moment and then turned and warded his office door with a dizzying number of spells. He pocketed his wand and leaned against the doorframe with his back to her. The jumper stretched tautly over his wide shoulders.
Finally, he turned around to face her. Lily sucked in a sharp breath. She had never fully appreciated what a man Neville was. It wasn't just his stature or the grey hair at his temples or the hint of wrinkles around his eyes. It was the way he was looking at her.
He seemed perfectly calm, relaxed, controlled. He even wore a faint smile. But his eyes twinkled with a predatory gleam.
"Lily," he said, unbuckling his belt, "you have been a very bad girl."
