New Wip: What Was Lost - Bill/Neville (original) (raw)

Title: What Was Lost ~ Back To You (1/10)
Author: Lire lire_casander
Pairing: Bill Weasley/Neville Longbottom
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 447
Beta: Unbeta'ed. All mistakes are my own fault.
Disclaimer: I do not own in any form or shape these characters, JK Rowling does. Just playing with them for my own amusement and yours.
Summary: Bill Weasley is a Ministry worker sent to Hogwarts to supervise the OWLs and NEWTs. He expects to catch up with his old friend Neville Longbottom, but things are not the same anymore.
Warnings: None as of now.
Author's Note: Written for 10_themes's prompt table using prompt 03. Blue.

Bill Weasley looked around at the familiar room where he stood. It had been a while since the last time he had been there, when he had come to support Harry during the Triwizard Tournament. It was true that he had fought there during the Final Battle, but those were memories he tried to forget.

He was back at Hogwarts, and hopefully his presence there wouldn't unfold a disaster. He was one of the five Ministry workers designated to supervise the OWLs and NEWTs exams that year, and though he knew he would be person non grata among the students, he expected a warm reception among the teachers, for he at least knew one far too well.

Neville Longbottom, Herbology teacher, was a man Bill had seen grow up and mature. They had fought side by side during the war; they had shared endless nights leaning in each other after that. Once the trials were over and the battles were nothing else than used memories, both of them had grown apart – Bill had accepted a job at he Ministry, leaving his post for the goblins, and Neville had gone to Hogwarts. Too many years had passed since they bid their farewells on Platform 9 ¾; there hadn't been a single day that Bill hadn't thought of Neville's blue eyes.

And there he was, in the Headmistress office, along with four of his co-workers, waiting for McGonagall to talk to them. The Headmistress was late, a trace that was not hers, and Bill was becoming nervous. When the door finally opened, he let out a sigh.

"Welcome," said a deep, male voice that wasn't McGonagall's. "Please take a seat. The Headmistress can't attend you right now as she is attending some really urgent affair elsewhere, but I'll be your Cicerone."

Bill felt how his breath caught in his throat when he recognized the owner of that voice. A very built in, gorgeous Neville Longbottom was greeting them with a smile that could rival with the sun in intensity. "It's already really late, so I won't take much of your time. As the letter stated, each of you will share a room with one of the teachers here, as you requested," Neville blinked. "I will call some house elves to help you find your rooms. Mr. Weasley," he added in his most impersonal, business-like tone. "You will be sharing with me, sir."

Bill's heart leapt in his chest, his melancholy and blues blurring as his mind registered two facts. For one, Neville sounded a bit distant, as one could have expected after all those years apart.

For two, they would be living together for a whole week.

Bill couldn't wait.

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