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Longbottom	By : calmchick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 16989 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Neville felt sick as he watched the spider twitch on the desk. He looked over at Moody, who seemed to enjoy torturing the spider. He looked back to the spider while picturing his mum and dad's faces. He broke out of his trance upon hearing Hermione.

After class, he left his desk to stand by the window overcome by sadness. The only memories he had of his parents were of them taking him to the park. His mother would smile while his dad was making funny faces at him.

Then everything changed. Three Death Eaters had appeared and with a flick of their wands changed his life forever. He never really liked thinking of his parents or visiting them.

He was reminded each and every time of what happened. He often wondered what his life would have been like if his parent's had not been attacked. Would he be a different person then he is now? Gran always wanted him to be like his father. She had been so thrilled hearing that Neville had made it to Gryffindor. He had been surprised by the hat’s decision; he was certain that he would end up in Hufflepuff.

Neville knew that he was nothing like his father. He was probably more like his mum. Alice Longbottom loved anything to with nature. She enjoyed studying different plants. One of her favorite things to do was work in her garden. His father was the exact opposite.

He often wondered how his parents ever got together. Alice was painfully shy; she hated being around anyone who wasn't immediate family. Frank Longbottom was boisterous and loud. He was a people person. Frank was known to close friends as being a prankster. He had been a close friend of James Potter, often helping the Marauders with pranks.

Unlike his mother, Neville was not painfully shy, though he did have her gentle spirit, adopting her love of nature. He wanted to become an herbalist. The only thing he inherited from his father was his physical looks.

He felt tears run down his face. Soon anger replaced the deep sadness, anger towards the monsters who took his parents away. He wanted to hurt them like they had hurt his parents, to yell at them, telling them how their actions ruined his life.

Coming out of his thoughts, he felt a hand touching him gently. He turned around to see Hermione, Ron, and Harry looking him with worry.

"Neville?" Hermione said gently.

Suddenly, he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. He turned, only to see Moody looming over him.

"Come with me, boy." Moody growled, roughly leading Neville to his office.

Moody's office was very dark when Neville entered it. He could see strange objects scattered everywhere. He guessed that these were things Moody had collected over the years from his days as an Auror.

He watched as Moody took a flask out of his trench coat, then take a quick swig. He knew of the rumors that were flying around Hogwarts, saying that the flask was filled with fire whiskey; however, Neville knew better. He often heard his Gran talk about the ex-Auror. From what Neville gathered, Moody was very paranoid.

Putting the flask back in his trench coat, Moody gestured for the boy to sit down.

"Professor,” Neville said, his voice trembling, “I have potions."

Moody sniggered as he watched his student squirm in his seat. "I never thought I'd see a day where a student would protest missing a class taught by Snape."

Neville flushed, thinking that being in potions was a better option than being around Moody. He did not know what to think of this man. "Then I guess you haven't met Hermione." Neville said, smiling, thinking of bushy haired girl.

Moody chuckled at the comment, while at the same time studying the young man before him. "Hermione…” Moody said. “Ah! The chit who wouldn't let anyone get a word in edge wise."

Neville nodded, amused by Moody's description of her.

"Longbottom, if you are worried about Snape, don't be." Moody said gently. "I will tell him that you were with me."

"Thank you, sir." Neville said, surprised by how gentle Moody's voice was.

"Now, Longbottom, from what Professor Sprout tells me, you are at the top of her class." Moody said, watching his student's face turn red. "She also tells me that you'll make a fine herbalist one day. Since I am not a man of Nature,” Moody said chuckling, “I want give you this." he said, handing Neville a thick green book.

Neville looked at the book. His eyes widen and he gasped. He couldn't possibly accept the offer. The book was very old and rare. It must have cost Moody a fortune to obtain one.

"I can't accept this.” Neville said, handing the books back to Moody who frowned.

"And why not?” Moody asked getting up from his chair.

"This book is very rare.” Neville answered.

"Keen eye you have their, Longbottom.” Moody stated. "And you are right. It is a very old and rare book."

"Why give it to me, Sir, when you could have sold it and got hundreds of galleons?" Neville argued. Suddenly, Neville was aware of how close Moody was to him. He felt the teacher's strong hand clamp down onto shoulder. Neville began to tremble slightly, noticing the man's aftershave.

"I think that this would be put to better use if you were to keep it." Moody answered, handing Neville the book. "I would have not given it to you, Neville, if I thought you wouldn’t take care of it."

"Thank you sir. I- I no one has ever given me something like this before." Neville stated, looking at Moody in gratitude. He did not see the strange glint that in his teacher's eyes as he was talking.

Moody suddenly came and squatted next to Neville. "Longbottom? Or can I call you Neville?" Moody asked.

"N...N Neville is fine." he replied nervously, since the man so close to him.

Moody smiled at him. Neville practically jumped as he felt his teacher brush away a strand of hair away from his face. Then he felt Moody's hand make its way down his cheek, caressing it softly. The man's hands were large and rough looking but when he touched Neville, they felt so smooth.

"Neville, has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" Moody asked huskily.

The boy flushed. No one had ever told him that before.

"You are beautiful, Neville.” Moody repeated with the same tone as before. He looked into Neville's brown eyes. "People just don't see it, but I do."

With that, Moody leaned forward capturing Neville's lips. The Gryffindor froze as Moody pulled him up from his chair and gathered him in his arms. Feeling the warm lips pressed against his mouth, Neville slowly began to respond to the kiss. He opened his mouth feeling a tongue slide in his mouth, deepening their kiss. Neville moaned, feeling his cock harden. He clung on desperately to the man not wanting the kiss to end. Suddenly, there was a knock on Moody's door, interrupting them.

Cursing, Moody let go of Neville, whose face was bright red. The student was breathing hard. The door opened and in walked Snape. Frantically gathering his stuff, Neville quickly headed for the door.

"Longbottom!" Called Moody. Turning, Neville saw that Moody was holding out the book that he had given him.

"Thank you, sir." He said, blushing as Moody handed him the book. He left the room, leaving a puzzled Snape and a strangely happy Alastor Moody.

Neville felt sick as he watched the spider twitch on the desk. He looked over at Moody, who seemed to enjoy torturing the spider. He looked back to the spider, while picturing his mum and dad's faces. He broke out of his trance upon hearing Hermione.

After class, he left his desk to stand by the window, overcome by sadness. The only memories, he had of his parents, were of them taking him to the park. His mother would smile, while his dad was making funny faces at him.

Then everything changed. Three Death Eaters had appeared and with a flick of their wands, changed Neville's life forever. Neville never really liked thinking of his parents or visiting them.

He was reminded each and every time of what happened. He often wondered what his life would have been like, if his parent's had not been attacked. Would he be a different person then he is now? Gran always wanted him to be like his father. She had been so thrilled hearing that Neville had made it to Gryffindor.

Neville had been surprised by the hat’s decision. He was certain that he would end up in Hufflepuff.

Neville knew that he was nothing like his father.

He was probably more like his mum.

Alice Longbottom loved anything to with nature. She enjoyed studying different plants.

One of her favorite things to do was work in her garden.

His father was the exact opposite.

Neville often wondered how his parents ever got together. Alice was painfully shy. She hated being around anyone who wasn't immediate family.

Frank Longbottom was boisterous and loud. He was a people person. Frank was known to close friends as being a prankster. He had been a close friend of James Potter, often helping the Marauders with pranks.

Unlike his mother, Neville was not painfully shy.

Though, he did have her gentle spirit, adopting her love of nature. He wanted to become an herbalist.

The only thing he inherited, from his father, was his physical looks.

Neville felt tears run down his face. Soon, anger replaced the deep sadness, anger towards the monsters, whom took his parents away. He wanted to hurt them, like they had hurt his parents. To yell at them, telling them how their actions ruined his life.

Coming out of his thoughts, he felt a hand touching him gently. He turned around to see Hermione, Ron, and Harry looking him with worry.

"Neville," Hermione said gently.

Suddenly, he felt a strong hand on his shoulder.

He turned, only to see Moody looming over him.

"Come with me boy," Moody growled, roughly leading Neville to his office.

Moody's office was very dark when Neville entered it. Neville could see strange objects scattered everywhere. Neville guessed that these were things Moody had collected over the years from his days as an Auror.

Neville watched as Moody took a flask out of his trench coat, then take a quick swig.

He knew of the rumors that were flying around Hogwarts, saying that Moody's flask was filled with fire whiskey.

However, Neville knew better. He often heard his Gran talk about the ex auror. From what Neville gathered, Moody was very paranoid.

Putting the flask back in his trench coat, Moody gestured for Neville to sit down.

"Professor,” Neville said his voice trembling. “I have potions."

Moody sniggered as he watched Neville squirm in his seat. "I never thought I see a day where a student would protest missing a class taught by Snape."

Neville flushed, thinking that being in potions was a better option than being around Moody. Neville did not know what to think of this man. "Then I guess you haven't met Hemione." Neville said smiling, thinking of bushy haired girl.

Moody chuckled at the comment, while at the same time studying the young man before him. "Hermione…” Moody said. “Ah! The chit who wouldn't let anyone get a word in edge wise."

Neville nodded, amused by Moody's description of Hermione.

"Longbottom, if you are worried about Snape, don't be." Moody said gently. "I will tell him that you were with me." "Thank you, sir." Neville said, surprised by how gentle Moody's voice was.

"Now, Longbottom, from what Professor Sprout tells me, you are at the top of her class." Moody said, watching Neville's face turn red. "She also tells me that you make a find herbalist one day." "Since I am not a man of Nature,” Moody said chuckling. “I want give you this." He said handing Neville a thick green book.

Neville looked at the book. His eyes widen and he gasped. He couldn't possibly accept the offer. The book was very old and rare. It must have cost Moody a fortune to obtain one.

"I can't except this.” Neville said, handing the books back to Moody who frowned.

"And why not?” Moody asked getting up from his chair.

"This book is very rare.” Neville answered. “It must have cost you a fortune to obtain one."

"Keen eye you have their, Longbottom.” Moody stated.

"And you are right. It is a very old and rare book." "Why give them to me Sir, when you could have sold it and got hundreds of galleons?" Neville argued. Suddenly, Neville was aware of how close Moody was to him. He felt Moody's strong hand clamp down onto shoulder.

Neville began to tremble slightly, noticing the man's aftershave.

"I think that these would be put to better use, if you were to keep them." Moody answered, handing Neville the book. "I would have not given it to you Neville, if I thought you wouldn’t take care of it."

"Thank you sir. I… I. No one has ever given me something like this before." Neville stated, looking at Moody in gratitude. Neville did not see the strange glint that in Moody's eyes as he was talking.

Moody suddenly came and squatted next to Neville. "Longbottom? Or can I call you Neville?" Moody asked.

"N...N, Neville is fine." Neville replied nervously, since the man so close to him.

Moody smiled at him. Neville practically jumped, as he felt Moody brush away a strand of hair away from his face.

Neville felt Moody's hand make its way down his cheek, caressing it softly.

Moody's hands were large and rough looking, but when he touched Neville they felt so smooth.

"Neville has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" Moody asked huskily.

Neville flushed. No one had ever told him that before. "You are beautiful, Neville.” Moody repeated with the same tone as before. He looked into Neville's brown eyes. "People just don't see it, but I do."

With that, Moody leaned forward capturing Neville lips.

Neville froze as Moody pulled him up from his chair and gathered him in his arms. Feeling the warm lips pressed against his mouth, Neville slowly began to respond to the kiss. He opened his mouth feeling Moody's tongue slide in his mouth, deepening their kiss. Neville moaned feeling his cock harden. He clung on desperately to Moody not wanting the kiss to end. Suddenly, there was a knock on Moody's door, interrupting them.

Cursing, Moody let go of Neville, whose face was bright red. Neville was breathing hard.

The door opened and in walked Snape. Franticly gathering his stuff, Neville quickly headed for the door. "Longbottom!" Called Moody. Turning, Neville saw that Moody was holding out the books, that he had given him.

"Thank you, sir" He said, blushing as Moody handed him the book. He left the room, leaving a puzzled Snape and a strangely happy Alaster Moody.
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