A/N: Some Neville cuteness for you all this evening. Thank you for all of the recent support and activity! :) xoxo
Warnings: Drowning tw
Neville Longbottom adored plants. Finally, he had found his
calling, after failing desperately at potions, being unable to transfigure
anything at all, and having less than luck with divination. He understood
Herbology. The behaviors and requirements of plants made sense to him. And it
was a good thing too, because they didn’t make as much sense to his girlfriend,
The two had met in Herbology a few years back. Y/N and
Neville were partners, and she was supplying him tools when she draped her
cloak sleeve over the plant and it had attempted to ensnare her. Neville let
out a shriek, pulled her out, and the both of them had a good laugh. They had
been best friends, and eventually more, ever since.
Although Y/N didn’t get plants, she loved Neville, and
enjoyed listening to him chatter on about Herbology, his green eyes fluttery
and excited. So she frequently accompanied him on his Herbology research
adventures, scraping through forests to find different species’ of thistles,
marching through meadows to collect samples of brush, and currently, wading
through the great lake watching out for strangling seagrass. Her job as an
assistant was to hold the jars and vials for different kelps.
It wasn’t so bad. The sun was high in the sky raining warmth
over their shoulders, but the cool lake breeze kept them at a good temperature.
Hogwarts students sprinkled themselves over the grounds, setting out picnics
and dipping into the lake. Frogs croaked along the shore, and dragonflies sung
a summer tune as they buzzed through the trees. Waterskippers skated through
Y/N’s legs, making her giggle. Neville turned around at the ring of laugher and
smiled to himself, thinking that there was no sight more beautiful in all of
Y/N could feel the water slowly seeping through her wellies,
and she was putting all of her effort in not slipping on the mud. She was somewhat
of a klutz. Oddly, Neville found this assuring. His face was practically
glowing. He chuckled to himself, whispering things such as “how fascinating!”
and “truly remarkable!”, and collecting snippets of algae to put in glass
vials. Y/N’s heart was warm with adoration as she listened to him coo over the
wildlife. His enthused attitude healed her fear of being dragged to the depths
of the lake by a disgruntled plant.
“Lovely, hand me a jar please.” Neville said, his voice
echoing over the lake.
“You got it- oops.” Y/N said, pulling out a jar but dropping
a few vials into the lake. Neville let out a laugh.
“Y/N!” He said teasingly, accepting the jar.
“Oh shush,” Y/N replied, pulling the rest of the lot back
into her arms. “I’ll get it.”
She reached down and fumbled in the water for the things she
dropped. Feeling nothing but minnows darting through her fingers, she dipped
down lower. Her ear was parallel with the water, and sticking her entire arm
in, she grasped a glass tube.
“Aha!” She said, smirking. A reed wrapped itself all the way
up to her shoulder, and Neville’s face went pale. Y/N didn’t notice and tried
to pull herself up, pride glimmering on her face at her success.
“No, Y/N!” He cried, rushing towards her in the water.
It was too late. The seagrass gave a firm tug and Y/N – plus
all of the samples and glassware she was holding – slipped into the water. Y/N
opened her eyes to see nothing but silt rumpling in the water, as the seagrass
dragged her down the muddy slope into the depths of the lake. Her hands shot
out, trying to grab as much of the equipment as she could, hugging it to her
chest. Her senses heightened from fear and guilt, she began to flail her legs
but the seagrass held on tighter.
Y/N suddenly came to the realization of her lack of breath,
and her eyes darted through the water, seeing that the sunlight was
disappearing further into the background. The only thoughts in her mind were
how sorry she was that she had managed to lose Neville’s research. Starting to
sputter, she kicked off her wellies and managed to swim a bit further before
more tendrils of kelp snatched her back. Y/N’s lungs began to fill with water.
She watched helplessly as she was dragged into complete darkness.
Until, something else grabbed her arm, tugging against the
strangling seagrass. The pair were shooting upwards in the water. In shock, she
dropped the containers she was holding. Taking the opportunity to draw her
wand, she muttered “stupefy!” and pointed her wand to the snarl of kelp. The
seagrass finally relented. Clearly resentful, it sunk back into the depths of
the lake. Just when Y/N felt she could be underwater no longer, she surfaced,
letting out a huge gasp and squeezing her eyes shut.
She sputtered, coughed up some lakewater, and flopped on her
back. Strong arms lifted her to shore, and finally Y/N opened her eyes, tipping
the water from her ears. Adjusting to sudden sunlight, she discovered a very
frantic Neville peering over her. He had splashed in after her. Y/N was
impressed – she hadn’t thought Neville a swimmer. He balled up his shirt,
putting it under Y/N’s head as cushioning. His hands flew to her face. Her eyes
flew to his toned pectorals and lean stomach, drinking them in.
“Love?!” He said, out of breath. “Can you hear me? Y/N?
Y/N coughed once more, slicking back her y/h/c hair with one
hand and putting the other on Neville’s shoulder. Wheezing uncomfortably, she
gave a sharp nod, tossing her wand to the side with a splat! in the mud. She
pulled herself into a sitting position. Neville sat down beside her, running
his thumbs over her cheeks, his face scrunched in worry.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see it sneak up on you, darling.” He
mumbled, his voice choked. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
Y/N nodded again, gulping air in and out of her lungs –
savoring the feeling. She wrung out a bit of her skirt, and squeezed yet more
water from her hair. Her breathing soon calmed, y/e/c eyes fluttering with the
breeze. With a heavy sigh, Y/N turned to look up at Neville, staring into his
“Yes, my beloved?” He replied, pulling her into a close
Remember the time when Bombur totally fucked up and fell in the river in Mirkwood? And he fell asleep and everyone had to carry him. I wonder what they all thought and what Bombur thought when he woke up