Rating:
R
House:
Astronomy Tower
Ships:
Hermione Granger/Neville Longbottom
Characters:
Neville Longbottom
Genres:
Romance Drama
Era:
Multiple Eras
Stats:
Published: 11/08/2004
Updated: 11/08/2004
Words: 1,249
Chapters: 1
Hits: 992

Too Good to be True

The Dork Lord

Story Summary:
Neville is the happiest he has ever been. He has a loving wife, three wonderful children. Things are so good for him right now, it can hardly be true.

Posted:
11/08/2004
Hits:
992
Author's Note:
This one isn't really a part of the series, it's just a one shot that I've been playing with for a while. Hope you enjoy it.


Neville was eager to finish his work for the day and get home. He glanced over the last report on his desk. It basically described the details of a minor incident in a park in Leeds. At first it was believed that a particularly foul mouthed Death Eater had been spotted but it turned out to be a Jarvey after a kid's ice cream. Neville placed the waste of parchment in his 'out' tray, although in his opinion it belonged in the bin. Neville didn't question the way the Ministry was run, he just worked there. He clocked off, said goodbye to his secretary and disapparated.

~|~

Neville apparated in the hallway of his home. Putting down his briefcase he could hear excited voices in the living room, followed by the sound of small feet running out the door. Neville's eldest son Frank came galloping up to him, followed closely by his young sister Alice. Frank was five years old and the spitting image of his father, Alice was just three years old. They had both been named for their grandparents, whom Neville missed very much. He scooped Alice up in one arm and kissed her on the cheek. Frank hugged his father's midriff.

"Daddy, I've been drawing a picture!"

"Have you now? Can I see it?"

"No, it's not ready yet. I won't be a minute," Frank ran back into the living room to finish his picture. Neville could see Frank taking a real interest in art. Some of his pictures were so good they were almost too good to be true. Neville pretended to take Alice's nose, putting his thumb between his fingers.

"Got your nose!" Alice giggled and reached for his hand.

"Ma nose!" she squeaked. Neville kept moving his hand out of her reach, making her laugh more and more. These little games with Alice were something that Neville looked forward to all day. She was so easily amused it was almost too good to be true. He finally gave her nose back and set her down.

Neville wandered through the living room where Frank was putting the final touches to his picture and Alice had returned to playing with her dolls. Carrying on into the kitchen, he beheld the one he had missed all day long. She was wearing the purple blouse he had bought her for her last birthday. Hermione was feeding their one year old son Trevor in his highchair. Neville and Hermione had been married for six wonderful years and they were still as much in love as they were all those years ago.

"Dada!" said Trevor through a mouthful of baby food. Hermione looked up and smiled. Neville took her by the hips and kissed her tenderly. Coming home to her made his tedious job worthwhile.

"How was your day?" he asked.

"I'll let you know tonight," she whispered, staring into his eyes. They came together for another kiss which unfortunately meant that Trevor was no longer being fed. Trevor was sure to register his hunger by banging his palm on the highchair.

"Aaah naaa! Mammaa!" he protested.

"Oh sorry sweetheart," Hermione resumed spooning the baby food into Trevor's mouth. Neville loved to watch his youngest son, he was too adorable for words, almost too good to be true. Neville felt a tug on his sleeve. He looked down to see Frank offering him the picture he had been drawing.

"Here daddy, it's ready now," Neville smiled as he took the picture and looked at it. It was a red dragon flying over a hill.

"Oh yes, this is brilliant. Look at this darling." He showed the picture to Hermione. Trevor held out his hands in an attempt to grab the picture. His intention, of course, was to eat it.

"It's lovely; we'll have to put it up on the fridge, won't we?" While Neville took over feeding Trevor, Hermione attached the picture to the fridge. The magically drawn dragon began flying into the other pictures, chasing a green dog all over the fridge.

About an hour later it was the children's bedtime. Neville always read them a bedtime story, and tonight's was their favourite, The Little Lost Unicorn. The story ended when Trevor decided the book was more fun to chew on than have read to him. While Hermione supervised Frank and Alice's preparations for bed, Neville was in charge of getting Trevor ready. He cleaned his little teeth and checked that his nappy was clean. Trevor was tired after the long day, so it wasn't long before he drifted off to sleep. Neville planted a kiss on his son's forehead and lowered him into his cot. He looked into Frank and Alice's rooms on the way to his own. They both looked so peaceful, so happy.

Neville sat down on his bed and began to remove his shoes and socks. He could hear Hermione in their adjoining bathroom.

"Trevor went three steps by himself today," she said from the bathroom.

"That's wonderful," said Neville as he undid the buttons on his shirt. "The little guy's growing up fast." He threw his shirt into the wash basket in the corner of their room. Even now they were married, Neville was still occasionally nervous around her. It was one of the things she loved about him. "Have you given any thought to... what we talked about?" There was a moment of uneasy silence.

Hermione glided into the room, raising Neville's eyebrows several inches. She was wearing the lace lingerie he had bought with the blouse. The sleek curves of her body excited him to no end. He melted at the sight of her, one touch and he would be hers.

"I think it's a great idea. I'd love to have another baby. You have to promise me something though, Neville,"

"What's that?" he gulped.

"It has to be a girl,"

"Do my best," he managed to say. Hermione smiled as she pushed him down onto the bed and lowered herself onto him. They rolled over each other further onto the bed. When they stopped, Hermione was still on top. As their lips met, their hands flew around each other, removing the bothersome garments.

Hermione positioned and then lowered herself onto her husband. It was fantastic when they made love like this; it meant that Hermione was in complete control, something Neville was only too willing to obey. He could feel it coming closer and closer every minute. Any second now he would come, he was almost there.

"Ooohh, this is too good to be true!" he exclaimed.

Neville awoke in a cold sweat. The room was dark, but he could have sworn that Hermione left the light on. In those few seconds were we believe a dream to be real, he looked beside him for Hermione. She wasn't there. The pain of reality instantly settled in. It was a dream. He wasn't married to Hermione, Ron was. His kids weren't real, Hermione had three wonderful sons. Neville's children really were too good to be true.

It wasn't the first time he had had the dream. Within his subconscious he lived a second, much happier life. He had wooed and married Hermione. He had been there when each of their children was born but none of it was real. In his darkest hours he had contemplated going to sleep forever, making the dreams his only plane of existence. For the time being, he lay down and cried himself back to sleep.


Author notes: Hands up who feels sorry for Neville? If you do, press the review button and tell me. If you don't, press the review button anyway and tell me why not? Everyone loves Neville!