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If someone in Hogwarts had told her that one day she’d be happy and head over heels for Neville Longbottom. That they’d live together in her loft apartment above her successful dress shop and she’d allow him to use her drafting desk and her best art supplies. She would’ve laughed in their face and maybe hex them for good measure. She had been a right bitch back then.
Pansy still was at times, but the war, the subsequent peace that came after the light won had softened her up. It allowed her to challenge the views she was raised on. She had changed, grown as a person. Pansy had reconciled with her bad behaviour and apologised to those she had harmed. Everyday, she thanked the powers that be that she had been given the gift of time to do so.
Sure, it hadn’t been easy for them. Their history was rough, it had been hard for their friends to get on board at first. His friends believed Pansy would chew him up and spit him out. They were incredibly overprotective. Her friends just didn’t get it, she remembered Tracey asking if she had a mental breakdown to explain why she’d choose to be with Neville.
What Tracey didn’t know was that Pansy had harboured a small crush on Neville since their 5th year. She’d never admit it out loud at the time, Slytherin and a Gryffindor? It was taboo like a sacred 28 deciding to date a muggle. She didn’t want to lose her friends or her standing at the time.
Now Hogwarts was behind them, they were adults. They could move past such juvenile expectations set back then. Her mother loved that Neville could help her with her garden and was pureblood. But she heavily disapproved of them living together unmarried. Her father? Well he could rot, which was exactly what he was doing in Azkaban.
Neville’s grandmother had appeared more progressive than her parents. She didn’t mind Neville living with Pansy, she just wanted her grandchild happy. Something that Pansy felt she was very capable of. It helped that Neville was easy going and well…easy to please.
Even if it meant putting up with his weird joy of filling nearly every corner of their apartment with a plant. Him tracking dirt in after a long day of work. The random times he lost things he needed…usually 5 minutes before they had to be somewhere.
But she had her detractors too. She was a blanket hog, her sharp tongue and lack of tact tended to easily fluster him. Boy, how she enjoyed his deep blushes when she flustered him with her sexual innuendo.
He was no prude but like most purebloods, he was raised to adhere to a strong sense of propriety. He hadn’t had a lot of practice in talking dirty with his previous girlfriend. But the things he could do with his tongue and hands…it made her hot just thinking about it.
All things considering, she couldn’t imagine her life without Neville beside her. She didn’t want to as she didn’t want a world without him in it. She softly padded over to his side and peered over his shoulder. On the desk was a beautiful garden layout. She wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders and took a deep inhale.
His scent was comforting and intoxicating at the same time as he smelt lightly of the cologne she gifted him for Christmas, fresh laundry, the greenhouses he worked in and something masculine that was just entirely him.
“That is beautiful work.” Pansy murmured, she kissed his cheek and admired his work. He’d been working on it for days and she knew it would pay off.
“If I win this competition, I’ll be able to renovate the dilapidated greenhouses at the nursery.” Neville said, distracted in his vision for the competition that was running at the Ministry.
“I think you got it in the bag with this one.” she told him.
“Yeah?” he asked, he turned and pulled her into his lap. She smiled and nodded before he kissed her good morning. He pulled back and smiled at her, “I’m starving, what’s for breakfast?” he asked.
“I can think of a few things.” she said, she bit her bottom lip and smiled in a salacious manner.
“Food, Pans, I’m starving for food.” he told her, as he knew exactly where her thoughts were leading. She pouted playfully while she stroked a hand through his soft hair at his temple.
“Fine, I’ll make you an omelette while you finish this up and get it sent off today.” Pansy said as she tilted her head at the drawing on the table.
“May I have some bubble and squeak with my omelette?” he asked with a hopeful expression.
“Anything else? Perhaps some baked beans and toast?” she asked mockingly. Neville grinned, her heart skipped a beat. She loved him.
“No, that’s all.” he told her, Pansy began to get up to head to the kitchen when he pulled her back into his lap. “Oh, actually, there is one thing.” he added.
“Hmm?” she asked, wondering in amusement what else he wanted for Breakfast. The man had a voracious appetite for food and life.
“I love you.” he said.
“I love you too.” She replied, Neville smiled as he turned back to his work.