“GRYFFINDOR WON!!!!” Cheers and whoops erupted from Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs, but the loudest of them all were the Gryffindors. Members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, including [y/n], who was a chaser, were hoisted into the air by their house members while the Slytherins pouted and skulked back to their common room.
“GO GRYFFINDOR!!!!” [y/n] roared as she was hoisted into the air by Mary and Diane, two of her closest friends. More cheers exploded around them. Even Peeves was in a good mood from the recent game. Currently, he was zooming around the halls singing about sulky Slytherins and glorious Gryffindors.
The cheers of the Gryffindors continued until they made it to their common rooms. By that time all of the team members were returned to the ground. The occasional clap on the back or congratulations was not uncommon for the team.
[y/n] looked around at the people surrounding her before she got ushered through the Fat Lady portrait and noticed that the twins were missing. They probably slipped away to get some food from the house elves. [y/n] stomach growled just thinking about it.
“Hey, [y/n]!” a voice called out from the crowd. She looked around and saw Neville pushing through a group of second years who were imitating Harry’s save of the snitch to get to her.
“Hello, Neville,” [y/n] smiled broadly. She waved her hands up and down in excitement and bounced on the balls of her feet as he approached her. “We won!!”
Neville grinned. He enjoyed seeing [y/n] this happy. “I know, I was there, [y/n]. You were brilliant out there. Especially your last goal.”
[y/n] beamed. “Thank you.”
The portrait door burst open and the familiar streak of Weasley hair returned. There was a massive amount of food and drinks suspended above their heads by magic. People cleared an area to allow them to set the food down.
“Hey, I’ll go get us some drinks,” [y/n] said and made her way towards the food.
“Ah, [y/n], coming to thank us for your near bludger experience?” George said as she walked up.
Grinning, she replied, “Oh shush, I already thanked you.”
“What was that, we didn’t catch it,” Fred piped up, picking up a cauldron cake.
“Oh shut it,” [y/n] said and playfully pushed the twins. “I didn’t come over here so you two could gloat—,”
“Gloat is a strong word--,” Fred interjected.
“We prefer ‘take pride in our heroism’--,” George finished.
“Otherwise known as gloating. I came over here to get some drinks,” [y/n] said, reaching for some butterbeer.
“Then you don’t want that,” George said, blocking her from picking up the bottles.
“Try this instead.” Fred handed her a bottle identical to the butterbeer ones except this one was lacking a label.
“What is it?” [y/n] took it from Fred and eyed it suspiciously, knowing not to trust the Weasley twins (especially with anything she would potentially consume).
“Butterbeer. Our version at least,” Fred said, shaking the still capped bottle in his hands.
“Just try it, there is nothing bad about it,” George said after seeing the cautious look on [y/n]’s face.
“Alright,” she said and opened the bottle. She took a sip and the familiar butterscotch taste flooded her mouth, but instead of it being cool like usual, it was warm. It was like a dull flame was sliding down her throat.
The feeling was nice, but unexpected. “What did you do to it?”
“Is it that bad?” Fred asked, clearly disappointed.
“No, it’s good, really good,” [y/n] said, shaking her head in approval, “it’s just that the taste was unexpected. What’s in here?”
The twins looked at each other with matching mischievous smiles. “We told you, butterbeer.”
[y/n] looked between them for a moment, not believing them for one moment, but she eventually decided against it. It tasted fine; why not give them the benefit of the doubt?
“Alright… whatever you say. Hey, could I have another? For Neville?” Fred quickly got another bottle and handed it to [y/n]. She thanked them and walked back to Neville who was patiently waiting.
“Thanks. Hey… what is this? It’s not labeled,” Neville said, turning the bottle around in his hands.
“Fred and George’s version of butterbeer.” After the doubting look on Neville’s face, [y/n] added, “It’s fine, I already tried it.”
Trusting [y/n]’s judgment, Neville popped open the top and took a sip of his drink. The surprised look on his face made [y/n] laugh quietly.
“Wow… that’s… different,” he said, taking another sip, “But real good.”
[y/n] nodded in agreement and the two of them chatted happily as they quickly downed their drinks. Before they knew it, they were halfway through their third drink of the twins’ butterbeer. By this time, about half of the common room had cleared out to go to bed.
“You… are amazing,” [y/n] grinned like a madman and poked Neville’s chest.
Neville furrowed his brow. “I thought you are amazing though.”
“I am, I am,” she said, “but you are even more amazing!” [y/n] giggled. “Amazinger!”
“[y/n]… that’s not a word…”
“Whatever.” She waved her hand, dismissing her bad grammar.
The butterbeer had certainly affected them, which was odd since the drink isn’t all that potent. The two of them were now lazily stretched out on the couch, their legs overlapping each others’.
“Hey… [y/n]?” Neville asked, looking across at the dozy [h/c].
“You’re… you’re beautiful.”
[y/n] looked across at Neville and noticed the small blush across his cheeks. Quietly, she said, “Really?”
“Absolutely. Inside and out,” he said, sitting up, “that’s why I love you.”
Now it was [y/n]’s time to blush. She pushed some of her hair out of her face and remained speechless. The girl who always had something to say was now at a loss for words.
“Oh… okay,” Neville said gloomily when [y/n] didn’t respond, “I’m sorry—,”
He was cut off when [y/n] grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards her until their lips met. Neville quickly responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to her. Audible “awes” came from the people around them that hadn’t gone to bed yet.
“Don’t say sorry,” [y/n] said when she pulled away, “I lov--,”
This time Neville cut her off with a kiss.
Across the room Fred and George wolf whistled. “Maybe we should have told them we added fire whiskey to the butterbeer so they wouldn’t have downed so many,” George reasoned with this brother.
“Nah, I think it was a good idea! I mean, look where it got them! Finally they are together!” Fred exclaimed, taking a drink from his own bottle. “We did them a favor.”
“Yeah, let’s see if they think that when they wake up; Hung-over.” George and Fred laughed. “Only time will tell.”