Random Ship Oneshots

Nico x Neville

Title: Shadows and Herbology

In the dimly lit dormitory of Gryffindor Tower, Neville Longbottom sat on his bed, nervously flipping through the pages of his Herbology textbook. His mind, however, was far from the leaves of magical plants as his thoughts drifted to a certain son of Hades.

Across the room, Nico Di Angelo, the mysterious and brooding son of the Underworld, pretended to read his own book. His attention, however, was focused on the boy with the kind eyes and gentle smile.

Neville stole glances at Nico every now and then, his heart fluttering each time their eyes met. He admired the way Nico's dark hair fell in soft waves around his face, framing his features like shadows dancing in the moonlight. There was something captivating about him, something that drew Neville in like a moth to a flame.

As the night grew late and the rest of the dormitory fell asleep, Neville found it increasingly difficult to focus on his studies. His mind kept wandering back to Nico, wondering what it would be like to hold him close, to feel his lips against his own.

Summoning all his courage, Neville finally decided to act. He closed his textbook with a soft thud and stood up, crossing the room to where Nico sat.

"Hey, Nico," he whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet room.

Nico looked up, his dark eyes meeting Neville's. "Hey," he replied, a small smile playing on his lips.

Without another word, Neville sat down next to Nico on his bed. They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the only sound the soft rustle of pages turning.

Then, as if drawn together by an invisible force, Neville leaned in and pressed his lips against Nico's. The kiss was tentative at first, a gentle exploration of emotions long kept hidden.

But soon, the kiss deepened, their bodies moving closer together as if they were trying to meld into one. Nico wrapped his arms around Neville, pulling him impossibly closer as Neville's hands found their way to Nico's waist.

In that moment, they were just two boys, lost in the warmth of each other's embrace. All the darkness and danger of their worlds melted away, leaving only the sweet promise of love and belonging.

As they finally pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other, Neville whispered, "I've been wanting to do that for so long."

Nico smiled, a rare, genuine smile that lit up his face. "Me too," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

They sat together for what felt like hours, talking and laughing softly, their hands intertwined as they shared their hopes, fears, and dreams.

Neville told Nico about his struggles with confidence, how he often felt overshadowed by his classmates and the weight of his family's expectations. Nico listened intently, his expression softening with understanding as he assured Neville that he was more than enough just as he was.

In turn, Nico shared stories of his own hardships, the loneliness and isolation he felt as the son of Hades, forever caught between the world of the living and the realm of the dead. Neville listened with compassion, offering words of comfort and support that warmed Nico's heart in ways he never thought possible.

As the night wore on, their conversation gradually faded into comfortable silence. Neville yawned and stretched, feeling the exhaustion of the day catching up with him.

"Looks like it's time for bed," he said with a small smile.

Nico nodded, a hint of reluctance in his eyes. "Yeah, I guess so."

Reluctant to part ways, Neville hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Um, would you maybe want to... stay here tonight? With me, I mean."

Nico's eyes widened in surprise, his heart skipping a beat at the invitation. "I'd like that," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

With a smile, Neville moved over to make room for Nico on the bed. They settled in together, wrapping themselves in the warmth of the blankets as they lay side by side.

As they drifted off to sleep, their fingers intertwined and their hearts entwined even tighter, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, their love a beacon of light in the darkness.

The next morning arrived with a gentle light filtering through the curtains of Gryffindor Tower, coaxing the dormitory awake. As the other boys began to stir, the soft rustle of blankets and murmurs filled the air, gradually rousing them from their slumber.

Dean Thomas blinked away the remnants of sleep, his gaze drifting lazily around the room until it settled on the corner where Neville Longbottom and Nico Di Angelo had been sitting the night before. His eyes widened in surprise as he took in the sight before him.

Neville and Nico were still there, but now they lay entwined in each other's arms, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and affection. Dean's heart skipped a beat at the sight, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he watched the two boys sleep peacefully.

Seamus Finnigan, roused by Dean's reaction, stirred from his own slumber and followed Dean's gaze. A low whistle escaped his lips as he took in the scene before him. Neville and Nico, usually so guarded and reserved, looked utterly content in each other's embrace.

The other boys in the dormitory began to stir, their voices hushed as they exchanged bewildered glances. They had no idea how Neville and Nico had ended up like this, but the sight was enough to warm even the coldest of hearts.

Quietly, so as not to disturb the sleeping pair, the boys gathered their belongings and tip-toed out of the dormitory. They knew that Neville and Nico deserved their privacy, at least for a little while longer.

Down in the Great Hall, the buzz of morning chatter filled the air as the students went about their breakfast routines. But Dean and Seamus couldn't shake the image of Neville and Nico from their minds.

As they took their seats at the Gryffindor table, they shared a knowing glance, silently acknowledging the unspoken bond that had formed between their two friends.

Meanwhile, back in the dormitory, Neville stirred from his slumber, his eyelids fluttering open as he became aware of Nico's presence beside him. He smiled softly, feeling a rush of warmth and affection as he looked at the boy who had captured his heart.

"Nico," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from Nico's forehead.

Nico stirred, his eyes blinking open as he met Neville's gaze. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his heart fluttering at the sight of Neville's gentle expression.

"Good morning," Neville murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss against Nico's lips.

"Good morning," Nico replied, his voice filled with warmth as he returned the kiss.

And as they lay there together, bathed in the soft morning light, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, their love stronger than any obstacle that dared to stand in their way.

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