They left the three broomsticks arm in arm, the light around them fading into twilight. Neville felt his cheeks burn in the cooling air. The small town of Hogsmeade had already started to light their lanterns as the shops stayed open into the evening.
Pansy chuckled to herself as she squeezed Neville’s arm. He looked down at her feeling the nerves rise up in his gut again. She really was stunning, her dark hair, a different style today, skimming her shoulder blades in rolling curls and her wide, startling eyes capturing him.
“W-what?” He stuttered, feeling nervous all over again.
“It’s nothing bad, Nev” She smiled widely, flashing sparkling white teeth as she quirked her eyebrow. She laughed again as she covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh, it’s just too funny!” She paused stopping them from walking further.
“What’s so funny?” Neville asked, feeling his lips curling up at hearing the delicate laugh escaping from her lips.
“Do you know what you just did?” She asked as she tried to straighten her face. She failed as he shook his head. “Oh, Nev!” She laughed again, but before he could ask again, she continued. “You just came out to your gay friends” Neville felt confused.
“Came out? I’m not gay” He said.
“I know, that’s why it’s funny!” She snickered again. “Normally everyone is straight, and the gay ones have to be brave and come out, trust you to break with tradition!” She laughed again as he started to smile.
“I guess I did” They walked some more, and Neville smiled. He took a deep breath and turned to her, stopping her abruptly. “It’s too nice and early to head back to my rooms,” He said as he gathered his courage.
“What did you have in mind?” She asked as a coy smile played on her lips.
“Harry and Hermione told me of something, I’ve never done it before but I think it could be fun!”
“Sounds intriguing” She replied. He gripped her hand as they apparated.
“A cinema? What in Merlin’s name is a cinema?” Pansy asked as they stood outside of a large building with a glass and metal foyer.
“Have you ever seen a muggle television?” Neville asked. Pansy looked at him confused and slowly shook her head. “It’s like a photograph that tells a story, Harry and Hermione said they were really good”
“Sounds…” her voice trailed off and Neville could see that she wasn’t sure about it.
“We don’t have to go in, just thought it might be fun”
“Fine, we’ll try it,” She shrugged as they went in bought tickets and grabbed some food.
Neville smiled softly as they found their seats in the darkened theatre.
“Something else that Hermione and Harry told me was, no matter what happens, do not get your wand out” Neville whispered to Pansy who nodded, her hair filling his nose with the scent of honeysuckle and davana. She nodded and smiled as she looked at him from under hooded eyes. Neville swallowed as he remembered the feeling of his lips under his on the pub. She licked her lips as if remembering the same thing. Neville felt his heart hammering against his chest as their faces got closer. Their lips were about to touch when the lights died down and the screen started to move.
He heard her breath hitch and her hand squeeze his as they both turned to watch the screen. The film they had chosen sounded interesting but light-hearted, something about a group of children going on an adventure. He squeezed her hand as he turned his head to watch her, she seemed entranced by the figures on the screen. Neville turned his attention to the screen again as he tried some more muggle sweets. There were a few times he jumped, reaching for his wand and Pansy copied. They chuckled silently as their eyes locked in the darkness.
It was well over halfway through when he first felt Pansy’s hand on his knee, he didn’t think anything of it except about how warm it was. That was until her thumb started making small circles again his skin, innocent though it was, it kept him from fully submerging himself in the film. As if knowing he was distracted her hand slowly began to move. Neville stopped breathing as he felt the excitement and desire gather. He saw her out the corner of his eye smirking as she continued to watch the film her hand working higher.
Neville closed his eyes, not knowing what to do. Thoughts darted through his mind, whether she would be able to tell that this was his first time messing around with anyone. He let out a breath as her hand disappeared.
“Come on, you” She smiled conspiratorially as she stood and ushered him out.
“What?” He stuttered once they were out of the theatre and in the deserted corridor beyond.
“Just hold on,” She said as she apparated them away.
The apartment was well furnished and modern albeit he didn’t get the chance to look around before Pansy had thrown her arms around him pressing their lips together.
“Pan” He tried as she began to undo his shirt buttons. She ignored him as she continued. “Pan, stop!” He said as he reached up and grabbed her hands. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, concern genuine on her pretty features.
“It’s erm, this.” He paused, not wanting to look her in the eye “It’s my first time” He finally spat out, his cheeks burning.
“I know,” She said with an innocent smile “Well, not “know”. More like, I guessed” she said, “Is this ok?”
He sighed and closed his eyes.
“I wanted to wait until” He started until Pansy laughed, not cruelly.
“Marriage? That’s very old fashioned Nev,” She Said stepping back slightly, a calculating look in her eyes. “So propose” She smiled.
“Pr-Propose?” He stuttered; his brain seemed to freeze.
“Yeah,” She said smiling as she crossed her arms. “We’ve been going out for Months, I’ve met your friends and they all approve of me. You’ve met my parents and they’re happy you’re a pureblood. I’ve met Gran and she likes me, at least I think she does.” Her eyes dropped now, a shadow passing across her face “I’ve asked to meet your parents too, but I’ve not pushed things as I understand that things are hardly usual. We have followed every pureblood courting guide from the last one hundred years.” She turned her back to him now as she pushed her hair out of her face. “The only thing standing in the way now is you, Nev”
Neville’s mind had gone painfully blank. Was she saying what he thought she was saying? He stood for a second longer as he watched her back start to shake slightly.
“What do you want, Nev?” She asked as she turned. She stopped, her hand halfway to her mouth as if to cover a scream. Her red eyes were moist “Nev?” she whispered.
He didn’t know when he had done it, but he believed in his choice whole-heartedly. He had fallen to one knee and held out one hand to hold hers. With shaking hands, she placed hers in his.
“Pansy Parkinson, I know that we have been at the opposite ends of so many things however I honestly feel that when I saw you in that restaurant, we started something wonderful. I know that I am the bumbling fool from school, I’m a klutz and very rarely know what to say, I get nervous a lot and sometimes forget myself however with you by my side I can leap the things that would make me trip, I can speak the words that matter, find calm in the eye of the storm and remember the things that matter. I am, in no one’s eyes, perfect, but I think we are perfect for each other. Will you marry me?” Neville reached into his pocket and produced a small velvet box.
Tears had started in earnest now from Pansy’s wide eyes, she brushed them away as she nodded. Neville smiled as he pushed the box into her hand. She brought her other shaking hand to it to open it. She opened it and paused.
“It’s empty” She whispered.
Neville laughed nervously as he stood and pulled her into a hug “I may be a bumbling fool, but at least I know it, I booked an appointment with the jeweller to get the ring you want, I’d have never been able to pick one good enough for you!”
“Neville Longbottom! You’ve been a naughty boy! Go to my room!” She smiled as they stumbled towards the bedroom in a tumble of kisses and clothes.