Mac was practically bouncing as she entered Neville's shop. They were having a holiday. She'd told her Cousin Brigid and her Nana all about it. Nana had given her a sly look. She'd also mentioned on more than one occasion that she had always liked Neville, and didn't Mac recall him. No, Mac did not. Nana swore up and down they'd known one another as children. Toddlers, to be precise. She also let go the piece of information that Mac had called him Nibble. Very embarrassing.
He was in the back putting together the package he was taking to France. It was mostly non-magical herbs, some seeds, fertilizers, and only a few plants. He could shrink them and take them by portkey without worrying about them being damaged by the magic.
"In the back!" he shouted over his shoulder as he finished putting the last seed packets in the box.
Mac hefted her bag onto her shoulder and moved to the back of the shop.
"Ready then? I am. I'm so excited, I think I may pee."
He gave her a look.
"I'm no' goin' to, though."
"That's good. I'd hate to have our holiday momentarily on pause while you change trousers." Neville replied as he shrunk down the box. He put it in his pocket and grabbed the back he'd packed and left by the stairs leading up to his flat.
The portkey the Ministry granted him for the trip was a medium sized rock. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and nodded to himself. "We have a few minutes. How have you been?"
Mac walked over and put her hand on the rock, just to be ready.
"Tis been quiet. Some tussles wit' the young ones, but tha's bound to happen. One of the patrols came across zombies the other night."
Mac gave a shiver.
"Zombies? Like inferi?" Neville asked making a face.
"Aye, but like, dirty. Like out of the grave. Clumps of dirt and parts fallin' off and rottin' flesh."
She shivered again. Mac did not like zombies or inferi or anything of the sort. Corpses were disgusting and made her belly roll.
"Ew," was all he could think of in reply. He'd never seen an actual zombie, but he'd seen more inferi than would have liked when he was younger. "Back to more pleasant things. Do you have any idea what you want to do? We're just going to a small town. We could pop over to Paris if you'd like."
Mac thought of the black lingerie packed in her bag. She did not think it best to say she would like to seduce him but beyond that she did not care.
"I dinna have much of a preference."
"We can decide once we get there. We're staying at a local bed and breakfast and maybe the owners can tell us some good spots."
Almost as soon as he finished his sentence, the portkey activated and they were whisked away and deposited on the front door of said bed and breakfast. Neville patted his pockets to make sure the shrunken down goods were still there and that his bag had made the trip with him.
"Did you manage to keep everything with you?"
"Aye," Mac replied, thinking that her two favorite things would be here - Neville in bed and then breakfast.
She just hoped they had lots of food. She planned on working up an appetite. Though she had not be lying when she said she didn't have a preference. She didn't care what they did, so long as she got to spend time with him.
They checked into the bed and breakfast and shown their room. It wasn't small, with a nice bed and an excellent view of the woods in the backyard of the cottage.
Neville threw his bag onto the floor by the bed, placed the shrunken package on the dresser in the room and looked out the window. "It's completely different from the view at my flat."
"There's woods near the Council, but the grounds are so big ya canna see much of them. No' tha' I dinna like tha'. I like how much space we have."
She kicked off her boots then shrugged out of her trousers, leaving her in her shirt and knickers with socked feet. Now she was comfortable. She threw herself on the bed to check the bounce. It had a rather nice one to it.
Neville did a double take when he turned around and laughed a bit. "What are you doing? Taking a nap?"
"I prefer no' to wear trousers, and I'm testin' out th'bed."
He tried to hold in the grin. "Testing the bed for what?"
"I have to see what the bounce is like. Dinna tell me ya have never bounced a bed? I willna believe ya. I know you Gryffindor boys got up to all sorts of wild shite."
Seamus had once bounced his head into the top of his bed. "Believe it or not, I don't normally bounce on a bed the moment I encounter it."
She refused to believe someone who lopped the heads off of giant snakes and told evil lords to stuff it was so staid.
"Well, I plan on testing the durability of this bed a'fore this visit is done, so I thought I'd do a bit of a pretest first."
He was about to retort, but stopped when he ran her sentence through his head again. "Oh you are? I had no idea you planned on finding some poor Frenchman and tying him to the bed," he said with a grin. "Should I get another room?"
Mac glared at him before moving quickly and launching herself at him.
"Ya had better no'."
Neville quickly put his arms around her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He didn't say anything, only closed the space between them to kiss her. He blindly walked them to the bed. "You know, I'd planned on doing the delivery first thing, but I would hate to make you put on your trousers again."
"I can get dressed again iffen tha's wha' ya really want?" Mac grinned then kissed him. "Is it then?"
He tipped his weight and leaned forward, sending them both to the bed. Neville made sure he didn't crush her under his weight. "Don't even attempt it," he said before resuming kissing her.
Mac was very glad he had not insisted she get dressed again.
She didn't want to go too fast, though. She could get too excited and hurt him without meaning to. In all honesty, she wanted to tear his clothing from his body and throw him down. She had a feeling that would not go over very well. Especially since he outweighed her and was at least a head taller than her.
A loud knock at the door made Neville freeze. "Dinner is in an hour!" the matron of the home yelled through the door.
He sighed loudly, sure they'd been making some noise and were about to be kicked out. Neville rested his head on Mac's shoulder.
She giggled and ran her fingers through his hair. It was nice to just be here with him and not have to worry that some teenager was going to happen along and wolf whistle or catcall at them. Mac pushed him on his side and curled into him, kissing his neck and jaw while one hand rested against his chest, the fingers flexing slightly.
Neville threw an arm over her side and their feet tangled up. He gave a long, languid sigh as he closed his eyes. "Continue on and I might be the one taking a nap."
"Ya can take a nap iffen ya like. I might have to molest ya in yer sleep, though. Tis nice to be able to put m'hands all over and no' worry 'bout anyone walkin' in on us."
She kissed the tip of his nose. She was rarely so playful and gentle, but somehow she wanted to be right with him. It made her a bit nervous, a bit more cautious than normal.
Neville opened his eyes with a grin. "That being said, a locking and silencing charm would not be amiss."
Mac had her wand out and was casting almost before he finished speaking.
"Charms was m'best subject. I silencin' charm were the first I learned so I could read in peace."
"Give me plants over a wand any day. Magic is so fussy. Plants can be manipulated."
"I prefer my hands. Give me m'hands any day," she said, trailing one said hand down the front of his chest.
Neville took a deep breath as her hand got lower. He brought his arm that rested around her waist to her hip and rubbed the patch of skin exposed there. "Are you happy that you're a slayer?"
"Aye and no. I have a purpose now, but I wish I had it back when we were fightin' a war. Mayhap Brody and Connor would have let me fight more. Mayhap m'brother would still be alive."
"You know they would have kept you locked up for as long as they could, regardless. My gran tried to do the same with me, although it didn't really work, now did it?"
"And good thin' she dinna. The image of ya killing You-know-who's snake-pet is forever in m'mind. I know when it comes down to it, ya stand an' fight. Tis more attractive than ya realize."
Neville gave a small, wry laugh. "It was out of necessity. Harry wasn't capable of doing it, and I stepped up. I don't try to fight like you. I think that's more honorable."
"Aye, but in a way, ya do. Ya are part of what help the Council run. Tha' makes you a part of our efforts," Mac said.
Many hands made light work, and he was one of the hands.
"Well it is a pleasure to help. Every little bit goes a long way, right?" he asked with a grin. In a way, he hoped that what he supplied helped keep the slayers safe too.
Mac almost said she was glad they had found him, but that would have been too sappy. She avoided it, but she felt it. He was familiar in so many ways.
"Did ya know Nana insists I knew ya when I were a wee one, but dinna recall. She said I, um, called ya... er... Nibble. I couldna say Neville."
He hadn't known, but he could see a baby Mac in his mind trying to call him Neville and coming out with Nibble. The image made him laugh. "You called me Nibble? Are you part seer or something?"
"Yer a bit more than a nibble, I'd wager," Mac replied with a saucy look.
He kept snickering. "I can't get the image of a tiny you calling me Nibble out of my head. It's so cute."
"I am no' cute. Nor have I ever been. I dinna do cute thin's. It just comes off lookin' awkward, aye."
"You're cute and
adorable," Neville insisted.
Mac glared. "Need I remind ya of the two hellhounds I decapitated? While we're in bed and m'trou are off?"
He was still chuckling as he leaned over to kiss her forehead. "I won't tell anyone. I promise."