Neville Longbottom (_fighter) wrote in linia, @ 2011-10-20 02:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bones susan, longbottom neville |
Who: Neville and Susan
What: ALL THE FEELINGS. Or, Neville and Susan finally just get on with it.
Where: RoR
When: Wednesday night
Rating: PG-13ish? I mean, some snogging, but nothing explicit.
Status: Complete.
Susan bit her lip as she and Neville made their way to ‘their’ room of the Come and Go room. She had to talk to him about things. She had to. They’d been silent the entire time, and Susan wasn’t about to start. They got to the room and they sat in silence for a moment, before Susan blurted out, “Okay, I love you.”
Neville had been thinking about a lot of things on the way up to the room- Ron’s Mark, Ginny being a brat, Susan, Alecto Black being particularly interested in him, his mum, Susan, Luna, Susan, if there was more bacon in the dorm; he was fairly quiet the entire walk up. It wasn’t until they were seated in the room he realized Susan had been as well. They were quiet a lot. It wasn’t something he loved, but it was something he’d become used to over the years. He opened his mouth to ask what she wanted to read and closed it again quickly after her announcement.
Shock, joy, and relief flooded through him. “I love you, too,” he said, grinning.
She took a deep breath, “There’s more.” A lot more. Maybe not a whole lot, but a lot where if he walked away forever, she wouldn’t blame him. She looked him dead in the eye, “Neville … I … I want to, but I can’t. I don’t think - I mean, I know - that - just that my mum - she’s always going to be the more important person in my life. And and you might come in a close second and such, but she comes first, for everythign and everything we’re getting involved with and and and she’ll still come first, you know?”
Maybe that had made sense. She sat down and took a breath, willing herself not to cry.
The joy and relief were quickly replaced with disappointment and anger. “Again, again with the can’t. Can’t what, Susan? What can’t you? So you love your mum more than you love me? Okay. I’m not asking you to love me more than you love your mum! That’s ridiculous!” Oh, and the deep breaths that always meant she was about to cry. Tears were not going to win this. Not this time. “You stubborn girl, I have been in love with you for three years. I’m not going to accept can’t, not if you love me too.” Girls. They made absolutely no sense.
“It really doesn’t matter to you?” Susan said, sounding surprised. She was surprised. She’d have thought it mattered a lot.
Without waiting for Neville to actually answer, she launched herself at them, stumbled, but they both managed to stay upright. And then she was snogging him for all he was worth.
Neville hadn’t been expecting any snogging when he’d picked her up- he was fairly sure that they’d reached an agreement where that wasn’t going to happen, but he wasn’t complaining. What he was doing was fumbling. What am I supposed to do with my hands? he thought, before losing himself to the kissing, which was very, very nice. Nicer than nice. Excellent. Now, if he could get his brain to shut up long enough for him to enjoy said kissing.
Susan kept her arms around him, kept snogging him, until she had to breathe, and even then, she only pulled away slowly. She smiled shyly at him, and pulled back a little bit.
“Uhm,” she said, blushing furiously. “So. That happened.”
Neville kept his arms at Susan’s waist for a moment, blinking furiously. “Yeah. It did.” He cleared his throat and stepped back, rubbing his hand in his hair. “So. I. Uhm. You? Uhm.” He cleared his throat again, unsure of what to do. His hand traveled from his hair to the back of his neck.
“Now … uh … what?” Susan asked, twirling her hair absently around her finger. She’d like to make out with him some more. And forget about the world. “We could do it again?” Little suggestion, that was all. He could dismiss it entirely if he wanted to. Why would he want to? What if she was a bad kisser and he never wanted to kiss her again? Wait, did this mean they were dating? She looked at Neville and shrugged; it was up to him.
“I mean.” He couldn’t stop grinning. “We could. If you wanted.” He leaned in, wrapping his arms around her, then pulled back. “No, wait. Does this mean you, I don’t know. Can’t not anymore? Or whatever?”
Susan bit her lip. “I’m never going to pick you first, Neville. So if you can live with that, then I can can’t not anymore.” She looked him in the eyes, her own eyes clear and round and determined, even though she was terrified.
Neville grinned, and leaned down, kissing her. When he finally had to come up for air, he was still grinning. “Yeah, I can live with that.”