Nora

♥️🔥

I’m blushing 🔥🫠

I love them ♥️

They are just precious 💚

He does what must be done. 💚

And always adored 💚

Pansy touched his face, a wave of healing magic sealing the cut. She smiled. „Thank you.”

FIN

„I am sorry, I had to. I had to get you out.“

Pansy nodded, overwhelmed with relief. She felt nothing for the three bodies in the library. „Let’s go. To France, anywhere, together.“

Neville pulled away and looked at her, „I killed your family, Pansy.“

„Pansy…“
Gentle fingers touched her, and she startled.
She looked up, and there he stood. Neville. Alive. Just a cut across his cheek.
She wailed and threw herself into his arms, shaking like a leaf.
„I am sorry,“ Neville murmured into the curve of her neck,

She should never have encouraged him when he was hired to renovate the gardens. She killed him. She killed Neville because she was selfish.

Pansy knew what was coming when the door opened again and waited with a stiff spine for the first blow.

She heard curses and furniture blasting while they were casting one spell after another, sobbing.
She heard nothing.

Pansy fell to her knees and placed her hands in her lap, in the subservient position she was forced into since she was little, while her mascara ran down her cheeks.

„Even if you hate me afterward, I won’t let them touch you again. I’ll set you free.“

„Neville!“ Pansy called, but the door opened, closed, and locked, leaving her in the hall.
She heard shouting and tried to wrangle the door handle in panic.

She wouldn’t survive...

Neville looked at her reverently, despite the dark flash in his eyes, „Not if I kill them first.“
It knocked the air out of her lungs. „Wha-?“
Neville walked away with determination, wand in hand,

She could take it, endure her father and cousin, even the man they wanted to force on her. What she couldn’t handle was losing Neville. In all those months when they were secretly meeting in the garden – shy touches and heated kisses, promises they couldn’t keep, Pansy fell too hard.

Neville turned and took her face in her hands, gently tracking along the glamoured bruise under her eye, „I can’t let them get away with this.“

„They are bad men, Neville, they are going to hurt you,“ Pansy cried.
Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.

#Panville TW: DA and murder (not between the two of them)
This is sitting in my notes for some time, so I guess let’s post it.
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„Neville, Neville, please, wait,“ Pansy pleaded, tugging at his arm, panic choking her, „Please, stop.“
He did.

The gif is Neville the whole day 🥰😅

🫂

Pretend you are in Europe with me 😅

I love them so much! ♥️

It’s half past four in the afternoon here, so you are allowed ♥️

Three Hogwarts graduates, two beautiful young women, and one handsome man – confident and ready to explore the world.

More and more family pictures, friends, and loves. A proof of one happy family.

„I am so rich,“ Neville sighed, „So proud of you.“
And he started crying again.

FIN

Three little girls, two happily twirling, and the third scowling at her dress.

Three tweens on the platform 9 and 3/4, eager to start Hogwarts. Iris and Daisy in dresses they made with Pansy over the summer, Flo slightly awkward in clothes a little too big.

„Look at you,“ He hummed to himself more than to them, his eyes on the wall with family pictures.

There they were. Pansy and Neville’s wedding picture.

Pansy with a huge baby bump, Neville cradling it in his hands.

Three swaddled newborns with flower headbands, each a different shade of purple.

„Just a minute, please.“ It was Neville who spoke first, eyes still teary, „I just… Family hug?“

„Family hug!“ The kids cheered and rushed to him, Pansy following after into a cluster that was her family.
Neville squeezed them all into his giant embrace and sighed.

An elderly elf popped into the room, „Miss Fl, erm, Mister Florian?“
„Spinach! Yes?“ Florian turned to him, smiling kindly.
„Miss Lily is asking if we can get started? Everything is set up.“

Florian snapped his fingers, „Day Day, let’s get this show on the road?“

„You will probably faint. Bloody gorgeous.“

Daisy smiled so brightly that even Pansy couldn’t stop the single tear from running down her cheek. She squeezed Iris’s hand, „Don’t you let me start bawling, I count on you.“

Iris was also wiping her tears, „But the hormones, mom…“

Daisy measured him with his eyes, „Rings?“

He patted his breast pocket, „Safe and shiny.“

„My bouquet?“

„Fresh and colorful.“

„My bride?“ Daisy continued, and Neville sniffled again, looking at the two of them in awe.

„Nothing!“ Iris and Pansy answered, each looking in a different direction.
Daisy narrowed her eyes at them, „Not suspicious at all… anyway! Where is my best man!?“

Florian sauntered to her, putting on the jacket, „All ready to dazzle everyone.“