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Neville Longbottom ([info]greenthumb_nev) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-09-25 20:16:00
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Out for a date; hope the Gryffs don't tear it up while he's gone.
Who: Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbott
When: Saturday night, 8ish
Where: Hannah's Flat, then Waterstones Books, and the 606 club for jazz in Chelsea
What: Neville wants to take Hannah out on a date.
Rating: Definitely adult NC-17 beware!
Open/Closed: Closed, complete


He had already had to delay his date with Hannah.  The Gryffindors had decided that last Saturday would be a great day to hold a party...in one of the classrooms.  After a dozen of detentions were issued, and a long lecture with the prefects, Neville had not finished up until well into the night, causing him to postpone with Hannah.  It had put him in a foul mood, and the next day, he'd doubled the detentions, extending the reach for punishment and costing his own house more points.  It killed him, but he had the crew serving detention every day that week, and all day Saturday.  He had not seen any heads together, planning for another 'gathering' so he thought he'd be safe to slip out on Saturday.  He waited until after dinner, having given Snape a note that he'd be going out for the evening.  He had decided that he could risk it, and after dressing in an Irish knit blue sweater, slacks, boots, Neville had grabbed his robe, and left the school; his plan was to leave the grounds and then apparate to a flower shop, and then apparate to her place

It all went as planned, and Neville had a bouquet of red roses shortly, catching the shop just before it closed.  The scent from the flowers was heavy, and he held them under his cloak, out of the damp as he sent himself into the dizzying apparation.  He arrived near her place, and made his way in and up to her flat, arriving at her door, full of anticipation.  Until that moment he'd be so busy just getting there that as he walked the steps to her flat, he felt himself growing more and more nervous.  It had been ages since he'd seen her.  He only had his memories and his night dreams of her to cling to; he hoped he hadn't misinterpreted their previous communications.

He took a deep breath, and knocked lightly at the door, the flowers in his hand, his free one smoothing back his hair.  He chewed on the corner of his lip, swallowed hard and knocked again, hoping she hadn't forgotten.


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