Drabble: A Delicate Touch
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alisanneTitle: A Delicate Touch
Author:![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
alisanne
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Bill Weasley
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta:sevfan
Challenge: Written for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
neville100's prompt #38: Campaign
Disclaimer:The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
A/N: Neville can be subtle.
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A Delicate Touch
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Neville finished pruning the tiny tree, stepping back to eye his handiwork.
Cultivating bonsai was new to him, but he’d wanted to try it for some time. It didn’t hurt that Bill Weasley, the new DADA professor, liked them.
The campaign he was waging was subtle, but Neville hoped this gift would convey his interest, and that he wasn’t misinterpreting the looks Bill sent his way.
Bill accosted Neville mere hours after he’d slipped it into Bill’s quarters.
“Thanks.”
“For?”
“The tree,” Bill murmured, leaning close. “Bonsai require a delicate touch.” He lifted Neville’s fingers. “Like other things.”
Neville blushed.
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Author:
alisannePairing: Neville Longbottom/Bill Weasley
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta:
sevfanChallenge: Written for
neville100's prompt #38: CampaignDisclaimer:The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
A/N: Neville can be subtle.
~
A Delicate Touch
~
Neville finished pruning the tiny tree, stepping back to eye his handiwork.
Cultivating bonsai was new to him, but he’d wanted to try it for some time. It didn’t hurt that Bill Weasley, the new DADA professor, liked them.
The campaign he was waging was subtle, but Neville hoped this gift would convey his interest, and that he wasn’t misinterpreting the looks Bill sent his way.
Bill accosted Neville mere hours after he’d slipped it into Bill’s quarters.
“Thanks.”
“For?”
“The tree,” Bill murmured, leaning close. “Bonsai require a delicate touch.” He lifted Neville’s fingers. “Like other things.”
Neville blushed.
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