i will make something nicer later but this is one of my favourite photos of her ever

thank you guys so much for the love and support on my last set of george/neville hcs!!!! gotta have it in italics because i’m so, so pleased that i could share this ship with you, and because i accidentally dragged everyone into this, i have written more, focused around music - and i know that their song is a slightly overused one, but i love the song, and i think it’s emotional and exactly the kind of song to fall in love to - tagging @zaxkmerrick, who asked to be tagged, please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in the future!

  • the minute percy leaves hogwarts is the same minute that fred and george come in carting a giant record player and with two armfuls of records
  • neville’s never really paid much attention to fred and george beyond their pranks - he tries to ignore them, really, and keep out of their way, lest he become a new test subject
  • but he’s certainly interested in the record player - he knows his parents loved music, but he’s never been allowed to listen to their records, and he frantically writes to his uncle algie to try and convince him to send the records over
  • but it doesn’t work: his gran is formidable and doesn’t think he should be listening to them, thinks they’re a load of old rubbish
  • he doesn’t even know what the records are, and sits sometimes leafing through the ones in the common room, wondering if these were what his parents listened to, once upon a time
  • george sits down next to him one day, looking worn out 
  • “whatcha looking for?” he asks, leaning over
  • “it’s nothing,” neville says, shaking his head
  • george, whether it’s because he knows not to pry or just isn’t interested, nods his head and doesn’t say anything further on that, but he leans across neville
  • “what were you thinking of listening to?”
  • “oh, i don’t know, i don’t really listen…”
  • “you don’t listen!” george chokes. “listen, mate, i know it’s muggle music, but it’s still great - here, why don’t we start off with some dexys midnight runners…” 
  • neville really does enjoy the album, and he’s still humming some of the tunes as he goes to bed, thinking that george is a lot nicer than he ever really gets credit for
  • and he doesn’t expect it to happen again, but a few nights later, when george is finally free from his three-day-long detention courtesy of one severus snape, he plonks down on the sofa next to neville and asks “what next?”
  • “you know the music,” neville points out
  • “i’m interested to see what you would pick,” george says with a big and mischievous grin and, wondering what on earth is going on in his head, neville sifts through the collection and picks a nice colourful record with what looks like a sun on it
  • “ooh, i love this one,” says george; he says it’s called screamadelica
  • and neville loves it - it’s cheerful and dance-y, and the whole common room seems to love it too, having just endured a whole night of joy division
  • he doesn’t expect george to continue, but night after night, when they can, they make their way through the collection of records, and neville finds his favourites
  • for the rest of the year, they do this; george watches neville fall in love with music, and neville falls head over heels for the act of setting the needle on the record and watching it spin out tune after tune
  • it’s horrible when he goes back home for the summer, and back into the silence: his gran still won’t let him listen to his parents’ records, and she’s too good of a witch for him to be able to break the wards keeping him from the music
  • in a final act of desperation on a thursday night in the middle of the summer, he sends an owl off to the burrow telling george he needs help with something, and could he please come as soon as he’s able, thank you very much, regards
  • george is there so early the next morning that he wakes neville up by throwing stones at his window like they’re in a trashy romance novel
  • neville groggily pulls open the window and peers outside, and it’s fucking george, all red hair and cheeky grin and multicoloured shirt, waving and yelling “hiya!” 
  • this is ridiculous, thinks neville, but he’s smiling anyway as he hurries downstairs, pajama-clad, and lets george in
  • he explains his story and the problem and george even insists on being shown the door; it doesn’t budge at all, but he says he’ll have a think and maybe send an owl to bill in egypt if he can’t sort it out and would neville in the meantime like to come over to the burrow and enjoy listening to the sound of not-silence again
  • “what if your parents listened to pop crap?” george teases. “we’ll crack open that door and it’ll be abba, or the bee gees, or showaddywaddy”
  • “i’m sure they had better taste than that,” neville says, blushing
  • “just teasing,” george laughs, elbowing neville
  • fred and george have an infinitely better record collection in their own house, apparently a mix of charity shop and flea market finds and saving-up-their-money-from-wheezes buys, and though there’s a lot neville could listen to, he decides to listen to david bowie
  • “i’m totally gonna judge you based on which album you pick, keep that in mind,” george says warningly
  • neville’s hands hovers, and trembles a little
  • “i was just joking, nev!” george says, reaching out to steady his hand. “i love all bowie equally, and i don’t care what you listen to, so long as it isn’t boring. don’t worry, okay?”
  • “okay,” neville says, still a little uncertain, and he traps his hand around heroes
  • “ooh,” says george, “a classic - and the title track is so good!” 
  • “it is, isn’t it?” neville smiles; he’s only heard it twice or so in the common room, but he can never seem to forget the tune, even though he forgets seemingly every other tune ever. “i like it a lot”
  • “yeah,” george says, reaching over and taking neville’s hand; it’s nice, warm but not sweaty, gentle, “my favourite bowie album, maybe”
  • leaving is terrible, but gran imposed a curfew, and he doesn’t want to anger her, and george knows all too well how intimidating a woman augusta longbottom is, so he doesn’t try and make neville stay, just hugs him before he leaves
  • “come back if you can,” is his only request, “and i’ll get on that door, right? i will crack that
  • and he does: he’s figured it out by the next week, and he’s innocuous as possible to neville’s gran, but cackles like a witch in a muggle book when he opens the door, pushing it open with his shoulder
  • it’s an old storage room, an attic, covered in dust and full of boxes with old pictures and records and alice and frank’s belongings; neville ignores things like their clothes for now, but grabs all the photo albums and records and george helps him carry down their record player and brings it back to life
  • “she’ll be so mad if we play it,” neville says when george is about to play one of their records, one by the commodores, “george, you shouldn’t-”
  • “nev, you are allowed to play music and do what you want,” george says indignantly, and he puts his hand over neville’s, guiding it over to the record player, “and you are most definitely entitled to listen to your parents’ records”
  • they get chased out by neville’s gran, of course, because she sure isn’t taking shit from a weasley, but she lets neville go over to the burrow whenever he wants to, because she’s glad to see that he has friends… so long as they’re not causing trouble in her house
  • and george is perfectly content to sit up in his room with neville just listening to his parents’ records and discuss them - fuck, he’s spent however many years out playing quidditch, he deserves a break 
  • “your parents had good taste,” he says, lying at the foot of his bed while neville lies at the head. “have you ever thought about taking the record player to them and playing them their old records?”
  • “no,” neville says shyly, “gran, she…”
  • “let’s do it now,” george says, “come on!”
  • neville’s nervous about it, but the staff seem fine with it and maybe it’s just his gran rubbing off on him, and george hefts his record player into the ward, setting it down and bidding hello to mr and mrs longbottom 
  • “thank you for your son’s immaculate taste,” he says, and though they seem the same as ever, neville swears they seem happier, even if it’s just for the music being there and not from their memories of it
  • he tries to hide it, but he’s a little tearful when he leaves, and george grins at him and holds his hand
  • “they’d be proud of you, you know”
  • neville has never been in love, has never expected to be in love, has long since decided he’s destined for a life alone because he’s such a loser-
  • but god, he loves george
  • george, who has so much time for him
  • george, who’ll listen to anything for him, who brings him records and makes sure he can listen to music, who lies flat out on his bed and just beams
  • and george, who holds his hand and smiles at him
  • neville’s never had someone look at him like he was worth so much before, who valued his opinion, who cared about him so much
  • george isn’t around at the end of the summer, but he sends letters anyway, always frequent, and neville can’t believe his eyes when a copy of david bowie’s heroes plops in through his window 
  • sorry i’m not here, but i thought you might like this” it says, and neville does like this; he fucking loves it, and he’s so happy he thinks he could just die right then and there
  • but he doesn’t, and he’s glad he doesn’t, because when he gets to hogwarts in september, george is waiting for him; once they’ve unpacked, everyone else packs off to bed soon after dinner from the exhaustion of the journey, but george and neville stay up, and they put heroes on the record player together
  • “best record ever,” says george
  • “i love it,” says neville
  • and as the first few chords of “heroes” play, he leans forward and lets his hands wind around george, and george can’t stop smiling, and he’s just so beautiful, and neville loves him when he’s boisterous and being troublesome and loves him when he’s quiet and gentle like this and neville will love him any way
  • he’s beat to the punch, because george isn’t patient and george kisses him first
  • “one of these days, we should find a new album to listen to,” george suggests
  • “i don’t know,” says neville, “i like this one; it makes me think of you”
  • george laughs
  • and he kisses neville again
  • and neville is in love