The holidays had arrived, and you found yourself spending them at the Longbottom family’s home. The house felt like a warm haven amidst the cold outside, decorated with soft fairy lights and the delicious scent of gingerbread lingering in the air. The atmosphere was cozy and peaceful, and everything about it made you feel at home. It was your last evening there, and Neville had invited you to spend some quiet time in his room, away from the noise of the rest of the family.

You had grown closer over the past few months, and you both had admitted your feelings for each other. The connection between you was undeniable, and yet there was still a certain nervous energy in the air as you sat on his bed, unsure of how to take things to the next step.

Neville, usually so confident with his friends, now seemed shy, his fingers nervously tracing the seams of his sweater. He glanced over at you, his cheeks a soft pink from the close proximity and the weight of the moment.

—“I… I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” Neville whispered, his voice barely audible, but filled with a sincerity that made your heart skip a beat.

You smiled at him, your own heart racing. You had been waiting for this moment too, and now, everything felt just right. You leaned in slightly, your eyes meeting his, and Neville’s breath caught in his throat.

Without another word, Neville gently cupped your face with his hand, his thumb brushing your cheek as he leaned in. You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of his presence and the gentle pressure of his lips against yours. It was soft at first, just the faintest touch, but it was enough to send a wave of warmth flooding through your chest.

He pulled back for just a moment, his eyes locked onto yours with a mixture of tenderness and excitement.

—“I’ve wanted this… more than you know,” Neville murmured, before leaning in again, this time more confident, more certain of what he wanted. His lips pressed against yours again, deeper, a slow but passionate kiss that made your heart race.