wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2010-03-01 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | *art, *fic, 2010, lavender, neville |
Special Delivery for coffee_n_cocoa
Title: Picnic in the Greenhouse
Artist:
Recipient's LJ name: coffee_n_cocoa
Pairing: Neville/Lavender
Rating: PG-13/Bordering on R
Warnings/Content: Partial nudity
Author's/Artist's notes: This takes place several years after Neville and Lavender finish school and he is Professor of Herbology. I think the picture speaks for itself, but I wrote a short set-up, just for a bit more context.
As much as Neville loved his job, there were times when it really sucked. This was one such time. Here it was Valentine's Day and he was stuck in the greenhouses, dealing with a case of blight that had begun to affect the Chinese Chomping Cabbage. So instead of spending the night wrapped in the arms of his fiancee, he was stuck prodding the snapping plants with his wand, muttering spells in the hopes of curing them.
Despite the cold weather outside, the greenhouse was overly warm. Neville had shed his robes and shirt, leaving him in only Muggle jeans (which were much more hearty for his work) and the galleon coin of Dumbledore's Army, which he had taken to wearing around his neck. He let out a groan and pulled his wand back just time time, before the tip was snapped off by a particularly voracious cabbage.
"I should be very cross I was blown off for some plants."
Neville turned to the entrance. Lavender stood there, a basket clutched in her hands. She smiled broadly at him. "Knew you wouldn't even take a break for dinner. So I thought I'd bring it to you."
Neville beamed. "You're too good to me."
"I know!" Lavender chirped as she laid down a blanket on the ground. She turned back to him. "Hmm... You've set a dress code for dinner, it seems." She pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it to him. "Better?"
Neville's eyes grew round as he stared as his bare-breasted fiancee. He prayed no one wandered by the greenhouse and saw them through the large glass windows.
Lavender sat down on the blanket and produced two mugs of hot chocolate. She then held her hands up to Neville. "Come here already!" She pulled him down and Neville very willingly went with her. He reclined happily, his head nestled in her lap. Lavender reached into the basket and pulled out a heart shaped biscuit. She held it out to Neville. "Do you want a bite?"
Neville's eyebrows raised. "That seems more like dessert than dinner, Lav."
Lavender leaned in, her smile coy. "Oh, dessert will be something much sweeter."