RP: Dreams and then OWL to Mother Cat
Date: March 25, 2008 (very early morning then late afternoon)
Characters: Neville Longbottom and Mother Cat, mentions of Megan Jones
Location: Hogwarts and Dumbledore’s Home for Orphaned Children
Private/Public?: Private, kinda secret-ish just now
Rating: PG-13 and THEN to G
Warnings: Memories of a hot dream, suggested sexuality, mentions of him being in ze nude.
Summary: Neville wakes from a dream and remembers something very important and sends an owl to move along an idea
Complete?: Incomplete

Neville sat up in the dim morning light, looking beside him and sighing. He could’ve sworn Megan had been sleeping beside him, what with her touches still burning on his body. Touching at his shoulder and arm that still held the feeling of her wavy hair gliding along his skin, Neville closed his eyes and saw flashes of them in his head; tangled and wanting in the middle of the night.

He sighed and pulled his knees up under the covers, resting his arms on the peaks and leaning his head down, trying to wake up slowly and relax his now less obvious erection away. Between the hazy memories of his dream - open-mouthed sighs and soft shuddering when their hips locked together and her thighs rubbed against his - Neville felt her breath on his skin, easing away the burning of nibbling kisses to his chest.

Neville opened his eyes quickly, soon finding that he was dozing off while he was trying to wake up and getting sucked back into the dream. Not that it was unpleasant at all, it was only he had to start getting ready for the day and he couldn’t, not with the want for Megan still coursing through him. So, reluctantly, he trod into the small bathroom, his hair all askew and turned on the shower. It was a little colder than usual, but it helped to calm him down enough to where he didn’t feel like a hormonal teenager anymore.

Yet still, he thought of her while the water coursed over him and soon realized that his want for her was much more, it had become a need. Little by little over the past few months the time that he spent alone, was spent wishing she was near - even if they were only talking, he felt comfortable with her and at the same time, altogether attracted. They had a frightening natural chemistry - or so Neville felt.

Dripping as he was, Neville plodded back out into his quarters while toweling off and trying very hard not to think as he dressed for classes. He would see Megan soon, but it was never soon enough.

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As the day wore on, Neville soon found out that the trials of the day were a good distraction from his other many thoughts. It seemed that the past weekend had made his students especially sluggish and made them forget half the things they were supposed to know. So he had to be more strict and inevitably ended up giving detention to a large number of his students - he knew that they knew more than they were letting themselves show.

He had ended up in his office, writing up his lesson plan while his thoughts mingled with memories of his dream, his want to be around Megan, and what Susan had been asking him at breakfast. ’Have anything special planned for Megan’s birthday?’ He remembered mumbling something incoherent back at her, but really, he was only halfway through his tea at the time. He did manage to ask Susan, very inarticulately. ’Wha? When?’ to which she answered back with ’On the fifth... honestly Neville...’ He had been about to get very defensive, but was too dozy to bother. The subject of their birth dates had never really come up and he had to thank Susan for kicking him in the arse, so to speak.

Neville was lost in thought, his quill dripping ink onto blank parchment as he thought, and when he came to, he brushed away the blotted parchment annoyed. He had a vague idea of what to do for Megan on her birthday, and he did want them to be alone at some point, but he would need to make arrangements for everything. Looking up at the calendar, he squinted and nodded. “There’s still time.”

Pulling a fresh sheet of parchment out, he started a letter to Megan’s mother.

Catherine,

I hope this letter finds you, Megan and all the children well and happy after this past weekend. Spring seems well on its way and I should be showing up more often to start putting in the garden.

However, this is not the reason for my letter and I hope that you will keep the subject as discreet as possible for the time being. It’s been brought to my attention that Megan’s birthday is on April 5th, and I would like to hold a small surprise gathering for her. I would love it if it could be held there, at the Orphanage, seeing as how Megan wouldn’t want to be apart from the children or yourself on her birthday.

So I was wondering if it could be arranged for her to be out of the house for most of that day - maybe I could convince Susan to keep her busy, which shouldn’t be too hard actually - and also to have access to the back of the orphanage. There’s a special surprise I’d like to plant outside her bedroom window if there is room to do so.

I’d like to help as much as possible with all things if this idea seems a good one to you. Let me know if it is feasible and I can get started on planning right away.

Warmest Regards,
Neville Longbottom

Looking over the letter and finding it satisfactory, Neville beckoned for Helios and tied the note to his leg. “Now, this is going to the Orphanage, but you mustn’t let Megan see you, this is for Catherine, her mother... got it?” Helios clacked his beak and arched his wings, eager to set out. Neville opened the window and his owl leapt from his arm and began winging away to deliver the letter.