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912 pages, ebook
Published April 27, 2025
“Oi, plant daddy.” She crossed her arms, cocking her hip. “You got the Death Eater bitch.”
“And is she a nice girl?”
“No,” said Neville. “But she’s nice to me.”
“Oh, hush,” she said, her palms on his chest. “A good wife presents a united front.”
“And a good husband?”
“Dies at the right time,”“Thank you, Nev,” she said. “For sticking up for me.”
“Thank you for letting me,” said Neville.
Pansy was afraid of being a mother to daughters because of her mother, but daughters felt easier to Neville. He knew how to love Pansy—he could love different versions of her.
Neville had a policy of reminding people not to fuck with him. He’d spent his youth being fucked with. He was over it.
Pansy Parkinson. […] He’d been so afraid of her in school.
But he was never good enough. He couldn’t get Gran to approve of him or McGonagall and Dumbledore to protect him or Hermione to notice him or Ron and Harry to include him.
Somewhere inside him was a scared and lonely little boy who needed help. But the world had required Neville to become a man without needs, and he had grown up accordingly.
“And is she a nice girl?”
“No,” said Neville. “But she’s nice to me.”
Neville had sighed internally at the realization. Nott, the invasive species, was growing on him.