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Fic: Obstacles (Blaise/Neville, G)
Title: Obstacles
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rebecca_selene
Word Count: 100 x 3
Pairings: Blaise/Neville
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and situations belong to JKR.
Summary: Blaise is too proud to admit he needs help, but not too proud to take it.
Concrit?: It's the only way I'll get better.
Beta:rambo_cupcakes
Notes: written for the 2011![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_diversity Mini-Fest prompt: Blaise/Neville, 7th year, Blaise feels helpless; for once, Neville doesn't AND for the 
neville100 prompt #171: Bouquet.
Blaise tried the spell again.
“Expecto Patronum!”
Another bouquet of flowers erupted from the tip of his wand, joining the stems already littering the corridor. Blaise slumped against the wall in defeat.
His head snapped up when he heard someone step beside him. “Need some help?” Longbottom asked.
“No, I fully intended to make flowers grow from stone, thank you very much.”
Longbottom chuckled. “Well, if you change your mind,” he said, placing a gold coin in Blaise’s palm, “this will guide you.”
As Longbottom demonstrated the coin’s properties, the warmth in Blaise’s hand came from an entirely different source.
***
Longbottom greeted Blaise warmly at the next DA meeting, seemingly unperturbed by the evil glares the lone Slytherin received from the other members.
“What’re these?” Longbottom asked, gesturing to the flowers Blaise clenched tightly in his hand.
“Oh,” Blaise said, practically thrusting the bouquet at Longbottom, “they’re for you.” He felt his face heat up at the delighted expression on Longbottom’s face.
“They’re beautiful.” Longbottom stuck his face among the petals and breathed in deeply.
“I mean,” Blaise faltered, “they’re for practice. For setting on fire, or something. I’ve a ton in my dormitory, from my...spells.”
Longbottom just smiled.
***
After the battle at the end of the school year, Blaise stepped up to Longbottom’s bed, one hand behind his back.
“You’re all right,” Longbottom observed, his smile tight and exhausted.
“You’re not,” Blaise countered.
Longbottom shrugged. “Just a few cuts and bruises. Pomfrey insists on keeping me here, though.”
Blaise withdrew his hidden hand. “Maybe these can make your stay a bit better,” he said, presenting Longbottom with a large bouquet of colorful flowers.
Longbottom looked at him sharply. “Your spellcasting worked just fine during the battle, Zabini.”
Blaise nodded and smiled. “It did. And please, call me Blaise.”
Author:
rebecca_seleneWord Count: 100 x 3
Pairings: Blaise/Neville
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and situations belong to JKR.
Summary: Blaise is too proud to admit he needs help, but not too proud to take it.
Concrit?: It's the only way I'll get better.
Beta:
rambo_cupcakes Notes: written for the 2011
hp_diversity Mini-Fest prompt: Blaise/Neville, 7th year, Blaise feels helpless; for once, Neville doesn't AND for the neville100 prompt #171: Bouquet. Blaise tried the spell again.
“Expecto Patronum!”
Another bouquet of flowers erupted from the tip of his wand, joining the stems already littering the corridor. Blaise slumped against the wall in defeat.
His head snapped up when he heard someone step beside him. “Need some help?” Longbottom asked.
“No, I fully intended to make flowers grow from stone, thank you very much.”
Longbottom chuckled. “Well, if you change your mind,” he said, placing a gold coin in Blaise’s palm, “this will guide you.”
As Longbottom demonstrated the coin’s properties, the warmth in Blaise’s hand came from an entirely different source.
Longbottom greeted Blaise warmly at the next DA meeting, seemingly unperturbed by the evil glares the lone Slytherin received from the other members.
“What’re these?” Longbottom asked, gesturing to the flowers Blaise clenched tightly in his hand.
“Oh,” Blaise said, practically thrusting the bouquet at Longbottom, “they’re for you.” He felt his face heat up at the delighted expression on Longbottom’s face.
“They’re beautiful.” Longbottom stuck his face among the petals and breathed in deeply.
“I mean,” Blaise faltered, “they’re for practice. For setting on fire, or something. I’ve a ton in my dormitory, from my...spells.”
Longbottom just smiled.
After the battle at the end of the school year, Blaise stepped up to Longbottom’s bed, one hand behind his back.
“You’re all right,” Longbottom observed, his smile tight and exhausted.
“You’re not,” Blaise countered.
Longbottom shrugged. “Just a few cuts and bruises. Pomfrey insists on keeping me here, though.”
Blaise withdrew his hidden hand. “Maybe these can make your stay a bit better,” he said, presenting Longbottom with a large bouquet of colorful flowers.
Longbottom looked at him sharply. “Your spellcasting worked just fine during the battle, Zabini.”
Blaise nodded and smiled. “It did. And please, call me Blaise.”