The first time only happens because she had a fight with Harry.
Neville's lips are rougher than she remembers, more desperate, more insistent. She balls her fingers into fists so tight that she can feel her nails digging into her palms and lets her mouth open under his.
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She goes to him the second time just to tell him off.
Who the hell is he to tell her what she wants, what she doesn't want? Who is he to send her home to her husband? Who is he to say that she's only doing this because she's miserable? Oh, he'll shag her, but then he wants to tell her that she shouldn't worry, that things will get better. She didn't come to him for fucking advice.
She was going to tell him off, but she just ends up crying into his chest, feeling his arms wrap around her and his fingers stroke her hair. She cries until she can't breathe, holds onto him as if he can keep her steady. She cries because she's thinking of the war, can't help but think about it when she's with him, and somehow, beyond comprehension, remembers it as the last time when things were right. She cries because she married Harry and that was supposed to make the nightmares go away, but her head is still full blood and death and Tom. She cries because she used to be brave and loud and dangerously reckless. She used to be a lot of things and now she's just someone's wife.
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The third time is just because she's miserable.
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The fourth time is because Harry won't fight and she's tired of the silence.
She wants to hate him, but she can't because he's Harry Potter and he saved the world and he's going to save her too. She wants to scream at him, to throw things, to slap him across the face. She wants him to be angry because she's so furious with him and her family and the whole damn world and she needs him. Needs him to fight back, needs him to scream, needs him to care. She needs so much from Harry and he can give so little, has already given most of himself away and needs the rest for himself.
Neville's about to tell her to leave again, but she speaks first. She tells him she loves Harry, that she'll always love Harry, that she's happy, that she's never coming back here because she doesn't want anything else from him. She knows him too well, know just which buttons to push to make him snap. He shoves her back against the wall, pushes his leg between hers, kisses her mouth, her cheek, her neck. "You want this," he whispers harshly and it's not a question, but she moans in response anyway.
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The fifth time, Neville asks if she's going to tell Harry.
She shakes her head immediately, unable to stand the fact that even this betrayal wouldn't make Harry angry with her.
Neville nods and looks back up at the ceiling. She watches him for a moment, trying to tell what he's thinking, before she remembers that she never was very good at that with him.
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The sixth time, she realizes that he's never going to send her away.
There's a kind of dizzying power that comes with that knowledge.
Neville/Ginny -- Tear Down My Reason (1/2)
Neville's lips are rougher than she remembers, more desperate, more insistent. She balls her fingers into fists so tight that she can feel her nails digging into her palms and lets her mouth open under his.
~
She goes to him the second time just to tell him off.
Who the hell is he to tell her what she wants, what she doesn't want? Who is he to send her home to her husband? Who is he to say that she's only doing this because she's miserable? Oh, he'll shag her, but then he wants to tell her that she shouldn't worry, that things will get better. She didn't come to him for fucking advice.
She was going to tell him off, but she just ends up crying into his chest, feeling his arms wrap around her and his fingers stroke her hair. She cries until she can't breathe, holds onto him as if he can keep her steady. She cries because she's thinking of the war, can't help but think about it when she's with him, and somehow, beyond comprehension, remembers it as the last time when things were right. She cries because she married Harry and that was supposed to make the nightmares go away, but her head is still full blood and death and Tom. She cries because she used to be brave and loud and dangerously reckless. She used to be a lot of things and now she's just someone's wife.
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The third time is just because she's miserable.
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The fourth time is because Harry won't fight and she's tired of the silence.
She wants to hate him, but she can't because he's Harry Potter and he saved the world and he's going to save her too. She wants to scream at him, to throw things, to slap him across the face. She wants him to be angry because she's so furious with him and her family and the whole damn world and she needs him. Needs him to fight back, needs him to scream, needs him to care. She needs so much from Harry and he can give so little, has already given most of himself away and needs the rest for himself.
Neville's about to tell her to leave again, but she speaks first. She tells him she loves Harry, that she'll always love Harry, that she's happy, that she's never coming back here because she doesn't want anything else from him. She knows him too well, know just which buttons to push to make him snap. He shoves her back against the wall, pushes his leg between hers, kisses her mouth, her cheek, her neck. "You want this," he whispers harshly and it's not a question, but she moans in response anyway.
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The fifth time, Neville asks if she's going to tell Harry.
She shakes her head immediately, unable to stand the fact that even this betrayal wouldn't make Harry angry with her.
Neville nods and looks back up at the ceiling. She watches him for a moment, trying to tell what he's thinking, before she remembers that she never was very good at that with him.
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The sixth time, she realizes that he's never going to send her away.
There's a kind of dizzying power that comes with that knowledge.
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