#neville x reader
loverboy (neville longbottom)
a/n: i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again, i am a SIMP for neville longbottom. also yall… one away from 1k, how’d that happen? you guys rock my socks and i love you the absolutely most! sorry this one is kind of short i just liked the concept.
you’ve been friends with neville longbottom since first year. becoming comfortable with the shy boy and his frog over the years, you began calling him a nickname that makes him wish you would see him as anything other than your best friend.
warnings: zero baby just pure fluff
neville doesn’t open up to just anyone. after years of being shut down in every conversation, left out of nearly every house activity, he’s built a wall to protect himself from the people of hogwarts who constantly make him feel less than. you’re one of the lucky ones. you’ve seen beyond his high walls, he’s opened up to you about his parents, his insecurities and eventually pulled him out of his shell to talk about girls with you.
the nickname started when he told you about his small crush on luna lovegood. he seemed so entranced by her, he kissed the ground he walked on. once you caught on to his pining, you’ve called him loverboy ever since. it’s not to be mean or tease him, you actually admired how much he devoted his time to thinking about her.
what you didn’t know, however, is that it was never luna lovegood he was talking about. when he would describe his feelings for luna her name was only a placeholder for yours. he’d loved you since the moment he laid eyes on you, thinking even your crooked teeth, frizzy haired eleven year old self was the most beautiful creature he’d ever see.
“good morning loverboy,” you call sweetly as you sit next to the dark haired boy in potions class. you never found this class particularly interesting, but being able to sit next to neville made it at least slightly more fun. his heart aches at the nickname, trying to conceal the blush that is creeping on his cheeks. “sleep well?”
“hardly,” he replies, still keeping up his façade. “harry talks in his sleep all through the night. keeps me and trevor awake for hours.”
you smile at the mention of his beloved frog. “oh my dear trevor! how is my favorite amphibian?”
neville can’t contain his smile or his heart that hammering in his chest. you’re the only person who’s ever shown interest in the things he likes, the things he goes on and on about for hours. you’ve never once stopped him from going off on a tangent about his mimbulus mimbletonia or how he’s lost trevor for the tenth time that week. you’ve never rolled your eyes when he comes to sit with you in the library. you’ve never shied away from sitting next to him in herbology though many students find his chiming in rather annoying.
“he’s good,” he replies, trying to stop himself from gazing at you for too long. “i think he misses you.”
you laugh at his response, you really do love that frog. “you better make sure i’m not replaced as trevor’s favorite girl when you finally make a move on luna,” you tease but his heart drops. he knows it’s only a joke but he can’t imagine loving anyone other than you. “if i’m losing one of my loverboys i don’t think my heart could take losing the other as well.”
except you could never lose him. he can’t think of a time when his heart would belong to anyone else. he couldn’t say the same for you. as much as he wants to be around you and knows the nickname isn’t meant to make him sad, it only reminds him of the fact that he’ll never truly be your loverboy. the time will come when you go for a weasley or maybe even that ravenclaw boy you’ve talked about in defends against the dark arts with you and neville isn’t quite sure his heart will survive it.
as professor snape opened his book at the front of the class, the class quieted down. veritaserum. you had heard about the potion, mostly from the weasley twins slipping it in their younger brother’s drink once or twice, but you’d never used it. neville begins to fidget nervously beside you, and you think you know why. privacy has always been very important to the boy and something forcing him to talk about his deepest darkest fears or worse, his parents, is probably eating away at him.
you’re wrong. he’s so nervous because he’s afraid he’ll slip up if he takes it and someone will accidentally ask him about you. he won’t be able to keep his secret anymore.
“s’alright nev,” you whisper to him, taking his hand in yours and squeezing it slightly. an act of intended comfort made him nauseous. “i won’t let anyone pull any secrets from my loverboy, promise.”
you give him a sweet smile which only makes his heart race more. you’re so beautiful, even without the potion he could’ve let that thought slip to you if he wasn’t too careful. as class goes on, he thanks his lucky stars he isn’t chosen for the demonstration. watching you brew the potion to perfection surely would have made it difficult for him to keep back all the feelings he has for you.
later in the evening, however, he did not get so lucky. the twins somehow convinced seamus and dean to slip a few drops of the potion they’d learned to make that morning into neville’s pumpkin juice at dinner. you didn’t notice or surely you would have taken it from them and scolded them for picking on the boy, but you were to engrossed in a conversation with hermione to catch it. neville almost immediately realizes what’s happened when seamus begins asking him questions.
“how your feeling, longbottom?”
“tired, honestly kind of sweaty, really think i need a shower after dinner,” he says before he can stop himself, he smacks his hand to him mouth and his cheeks go red. dean and seamus burst out laughing making all of you turn to the three of them.
“sweaty? why would you possibly be sweaty neville?” dean continues the interrogation.
“been nervous all day, especially in potions. couldn’t get my mind off the stupid veritaserum and if anyone would ask me about y/n,” neville replies with his cheeks turning more red by the minute. you now had your full attention in the boy and he couldn’t stop the word vomit spilling from his lips. “you should have seen her, she brewed the potion perfectly. she’s so smart. godric and beautiful, i-”
you immediately stop him by smacking your own hand to his mouth. “merlin’s sake what did the two of you do?”
dean and seamus have a cheeky grin spread across their lips. “fred and george gave us veritaserum to put in his juice, didn’t think this would happen.”
without a second thought you pull your best friend from the table and out of the great hall to spare him of any more embarrassment he would have to endure. neville follows you blindly, grateful that you didn’t sit there and start laughing at him. when you get to the common room it’s empty, everyone being at dinner. you pull him to sit on the couch in front of the fireplace, he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you look in the glowing flame.
“are you okay?” you ask, pulling your hand from his to look into his eyes. “i’m sorry they did that nev, you didn’t deserve that.”
“i’m more than okay,” he replies with a lazy grin on his face before switching back to his stone cold face full of nerves. “i like it when we’re by ourselves, wish it happened more often.”
“what do you mean, loverboy?”
“i wish you wouldn’t call me that,” he snaps but immediately regrets his tone. “not if you don’t mean it.”
“what are you on about? i mean it.”
“not in the way i want you to mean it…”
you’re trying to wrap you’re mind around what’s happening. sure you and neville have always been close and you compliment eachother here and there but this is different. you don’t want to take advantage of him, not when he’ll tell you everything you want to know while you can sit back and enjoy the show. you swiftly get up and tell him you’ll be right back. he sits on the couch confused as he watches you run out of the room. you make it to the great hall and everyone is looking at you as if you’ve gotten answers out of him that they’d want to know but you ignore him. you lift the tainted cup that neville had drank out of just minutes ago and take a swig.
“y/n!” hermione shrieks and you swallow the liquid. “what do you think you’re doing!”
“getting answers.” you say simply before running out of the room. you don’t feel any different, maybe it hadn’t worked. once you reach the common room again neville is exactly where you left him. “back.”
“what’d you do?”
“i drank the veritserum too,” you tell him and his eyes go wide. “this is going to be a fair conversation.”
neville swallows the lump in his throat at the thought of the two of you being completely honest with each other. he’s partly afraid the truth he’s about to hear is that you only want to be his friend, or that him confessing his feeling for you will only push you away. but there’s another part of him that’s hopeful, you took the veritaserum so this would be “fair,” that has to mean something.
“what were you doing to say when i stopped you earlier?” you ask him. “you said ‘i’ but i stopped you.”
he tries his best to push down the answer but it keeps making its way up his throat. “i was going to say i couldn’t keep my eyes off you all class.”
blush creeps onto your cheeks but you’re not certain why. you noticed him looking at you in potions but you assumed he was trying to understand how to make the potion.
“you’re turn.”
he thinks for a while, unsure of what he should ask you. “do you like matthew, the boy you talk about in ravenclaw, like like him?”
“i like him as a friend, nothing else,” you say back, your heart beginning to race. “do you like luna?”
“i never did, i like someone else.” he answers. you wish it was your turn again, you want to ask him who, part of you knows he’s going to say you given what you’ve learned this evening. you reach out to hold his hand and his touch makes your skin burn. “have you ever thought of us as more than friends?”
you want to say yes, you know it the answer he wants to hear, but it’s not the truth. you can’t lie to him even if you wanted to. before this moment, you only thought of him as a friend. not because you dislike him or think he’s unattractive, it’s just all he’s ever been to you. you take a deep breath and turn your eyes down to the floor.
“honestly, no,” you say back, neville swears he can hear his heart break within him rib cage. his heart burns at your response. he’s gotten his answer. “when did you start to think of me as more than a friend.”
he never came out and said he had feelings for you, but you’ve connected the dots. everything he’s answered, all the questions he’s asked points to him looking at you as more than just his friend. you’re not sure how to feel about it.
“first year, the minute you spoke to me i couldn’t help but think you were the most beautiful girl i’d ever seen, i still do, ” his words make your heart burst. you turn your head to meet his eyes again. they’re burning into you’re gaze. “what is it about me that’s made you only think of me as a friend, do you think i’m ugly?”
“godric no!” you say a bit too quickly for your own liking. “i never thought of you that way because that’s all we ever were neville, friends. i noticed how handsome you were last year, the long hair suited you, but i think you look nice any way you are. i had a dream about you at the christmas last year, i think that’s when i noticed how handsome you were. i guess i just never entertained the thought because you never gave me the impression you wanted anything more than this.”
he feels less shattered, less like you just ripped his heart out with your bare hands. hearing that you think he’s handsome sent butterflies to stomach. he’s quiet and so are you.
“do you want to stop?”
“no, i have another question,” he replies, pulling his hands from yours and backing away from you. you miss his touch already. maybe you did like him a little more than you thought. he braces himself for what’s about to come out of his mouth, for your reaction to what’s about to come out of his mouth. “if i asked to kiss you would you say no?”
“no.” you tell him quietly, if you thought your heart couldn’t pound any faster, it did. it feels like it’s about to jump from your chest. “do you want to kiss me?”
“merlin yes,” he almost whispers. he doesn’t move from his spot, eyes avoiding yours at all costs. always being the braver of the two of you, you take matters into your own hands. you pull yourself closer to him and rest your hand upon his cheek, forcing him to make eye contact with you again. you suck in a breath, the closest the two of you had ever been. “i’ve never kissed anyone before.”
“i know.”
you lean forward only a few centimeters until your lips are barely touching. you hesitate only because you know after this moment you can’t go back to being just friends again, this is going to change everything. even so, there’s like a magnetic pull between you too, you’re craving the feeling of his lips against yours.
while still deep in your thought and hesitations, your eyes drilled shut as you try and decide what to do, you feel his lips press against yours and you melt. it’s better than either of you could have imagined. while neville had be dreaming of this moment for six years, you had only just begun thinking about him in this way minutes ago. you place your free hand on the side of his neck and he places his on the small of your back, pulling you closer into him. You move yourself so that your sat on top of his thighs, attempting to expel any space between the two of you. his hands rest on your hips just before you pull away from him to catch your breath. his eyes flicker between yours, looking for an answer to what you’re feeling.
“i’m sorry,” he says sheepishly, thinking the worst. “do you want to stop? we can pretend this never happened.”
“i never want to stop.”
you connect your lips with his again, slinging your arms around his neck to feel the closeness again. you know he’s never done anything like this before, he’s probably nervous out of his mind, so you attempt to ease his worries by guiding his actions. in just the few minutes you’ve spent with your lips on his, you’ve because obsessed with the feeling. you can hear how heavily he’s breathing as his hand moves from your side to be entangled in your hair. you can’t help but smile, this moment is pure bliss.
you eventually pull away from each other, you decide it’s best to keep this night to just his first kiss. you lean forward and plant a soft kiss to the side of his neck before burying your face in the soft skin. eventually his breath evens out, and he moves his arms to wrap around you.
“what happens now?” he asks, hoping the veritaserum can give him some sort of clear view into your brain.
“i don’t know,” you reply, it’s honest, you have no idea what happens from here on out. “what do you want to happen?”
“i want to kiss you like that a million more times,” he breathes out which makes you laugh into his neck. looks like ther veritaserum hasn’t worn off just yet. “can we just sit here for a minute so we don’t have to think about what’s gonna come?”
“you read my mind, loverboy.”
Miscommunication Pt. 2 (Neville Longbottom)
a/n: YALL my heart I am so overwhelmed by the love on part one! I didn’t really know how my ~transition~ into a multi-fandom account would be received and I am so happy you guys liked it! Literally only three of you commented that you wanted a part 2 but those three of you have my heart. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Without further adieu, here is part 2 (not gonna lie i gave myself butterflies writing this why am I so single ouch)
Now that Pansy is in on your little secret, it makes holding in your crush on a certain Gryffindor that much harder. However, confessing might just bring more harm to the already troubled boy.
y/l/n= your last name
Warning(s): cursing, feeling extremely lonely and single, ending is pure fluff
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After that day in the library, you find yourself even more preoccupied in your thoughts of Neville Longbottom. It doesn’t make it any easier now that your roommate is aware of your soft spot for the boy, now that she constantly asks when you’ll be professing your love for him. Part of you thinks Pansy is so overjoyed about the news because she can be certain that with a crush like Neville, you’d never want anything to do with Malfoy, at least romantically.
You also find yourself much more nervous than you could have ever imagined. This is the only time you’ve ever doubted being sorted into Slytherin. A crush on arguably the most tormented boy in school yet still terrified to come out and say anything about it. While you were afraid of the possible rejection that could come from a girl like you telling such a timid boy that you’ve liked him for the past year, your heart aches at the thought of what your friends would do if they found out. Confessing your feelings would open up a world of trouble for the boy, one that you would be responsible for.
“Merlin, y/n, are you still contemplating whether or not to tell him?” Pansy asks as she busts into your dorm. Per her last outburst, it isn’t unusual for her to make big entrances. “I never thought I’d see the day where y/n y/l/n was afraid to tell a Gryffindor anything, especially that she had a crush on him. What happened to when you used to bully Potter when he got an answer wrong in potions?”
“That’s different and you know it, Pans!” You groan, throwing a pillow from your bed and toward her. Bullying Potter and making snide remarks toward Granger was different than this. You never really cared for that trio, but you do care for Neville. The thought of him feeling so uncomfortable with you that he would just remove himself from your life altogether was too much for your newly sappy heart to bear. “Can’t I just go on pretending I don’t like the boy?”
Pansy rolls her eyes, her answer obviously being no. She doesn’t understand. For her to tell Malfoy that she’s interested in him wouldn’t be out of the ordinary, you practically spend every waking moment with Malfoy, you spend no time with Neville outside the library and herbology. To just bring up your previous pining for him would be overwhelming to say the least. Not to mention it would spread like wildfire, the only reason Pansy has kept her mouth shut for this long is because she doesn’t want to ruin the romantic novel she’s created in her head about how this will work out.
“Obviously you cannot pretend you don’t like him you absolute idiot.” She scolds you, a hint of laughter in her voice. “I’ll go straight to the gargoyles and tell them right now if you don’t decide to tell the boy by tomorrow.”
By gargoyles, she meant Crabbe and Goyle, a nickname you two came up for them a few years ago. The two were known to bully poor Neville, it would be worse than telling Draco or Blaise directly.
“Pansy!” You shout, moaning over the unfairness. As much as you wish she was bluffing, you know Pansy too well to underestimate her need to get what she wants. “Fine, tell me how you would do it.”
A smile creeps on her face, knowing she had won this fight. She begins to relay exactly what she’s been dreaming of since you told her about your secret crush. Pansy revels in your imaginary relationship, knowing she’ll never get this type of affectionate and epic confession of feelings from Malfoy. She tells you to grab him tomorrow after dinner, catching him off guard but most likely in a good mood because, as she says, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Take him all the way down to the greenhouse so you won’t be interrupted and plant a big, fat, wet kiss on him. You roll your eyes at that last part, never imagining being so bold in a moment like that. While you didn’t necessarily want to tell him the very next day, knowing full well you needed weeks to prepare for this, you also didn’t want to play with the possibility of Crabbe and Goyle beating the absolute piss out of Longbottom when Pansy tells them.
You spend the whole next day with your mind racing, nervously fidgeting with your hands and robes. Pansy notices your unrest and knows you’re actually going through with this. You can hardly pay attention in your favorite class, so worked up over the thought of Neville’s face when you tell him, also wishing you two took potions together so you could have some idea if his feelings toward you based on his amortentia. But alas, all you could smell was plants, flowers, and a woman’s perfume, knowing it was him, without a clue of what the boy would smell in the love potion.
Just as you walk to dinner, walking with your usual crew of Pansy, Malfoy, Blaise, Theo and the gargoyles, your eyes meet the boy who makes your heart leap out of your chest. You can’t help but smile at him, wearing his little sweater and all. How he ended up being your type will never make sense to you. Just as he smiles back at you, making your heart melt, Crabbe and Goyle knock into either side of him making him stumble.
“What’s so funny Longbottom?” One of them taunts, to be honest, half the time you can’t tell their voices apart.
“Knock it off!” You snap at the two before they’re able to harass the boy any further, smacking them both on the backs of their heads. As the two wince you turn around to look at Neville to mouth a Sorry. He just gives you a weak smile before turning in to make his way to Gryffindor table. Your heart sinks, he’ll never like you while you’re associated with such idiots. Pansy nudges your shoulder, giving you a concerned look and you simply shake your head at her, not wanting to get into it.
You spend most of dinner gazing toward the Gryffindors, careful not to get caught making eyes at the dark haired boy. Even the way he simply enjoyed a meal was entrancing to you. How he laughed with his friends, what he looked like to listen intently, then proceed to go off on a tangent of whatever his heart desired. Your heart ached for him, and as much as you wanted to protect him from the, at times, horrible boys sitting next to you, you needed to be selfish. You needed to at least give yourself the chance to be happy with someone like Neville. If all goes to shit, you can always go back to Zabini to get your mind off any sort of rejection you’re about to face.
As dinner comes to an end, you grab Pansy’s hand and squeeze it tight, letting her know it was time. She gives you a reassuring smile before pressing her lips to the back of your hand and whispering a good luck. You rush past your friends, ignoring their questions of where you were off to. You’re able to catch up with the pack of Gryffindors walking toward their common room, tapping the man of the hour on his shoulder, having to get on the tops of your toes to do so. He turns around, confused before recognizing your face.
“Can I speak with you?” You ask. It comes out more timid than you expect, making you want to crawl into a hole and hide for the next year. He stops to fully turn toward you, his friends stopping beside him, looking at you odd. “Sorry, I meant just you.”
“Oh, sure.” He replies, just as nervous around you as always. His friends give him the same look they gave you, but he just nods for them to go ahead without him. “What did you want to talk about?”
You look around you, scared your housemates would see you had pulled Neville aside and create chaos around you. “Not here.” You say, grabbing his hand in yours to pull him away from the crowd of students leaving from the great hall. Your hand burns against his, affected by even the slightest touch from him. As you walk further from the crowd and outside in the cold evening air, your heart begins to pound in your chest. You pull him into the courtyard, bringing back memories of when Draco was turned into a ferret in this very spot, and finally take a seat under the large tree.
He sits across from you, you drop his hand and immediately go to toy with the edge of your skirt. You pull your bottom lips between your teeth and finally meet his gaze, a look of confusion and slight fear gracing his features. “I’m confused, y/n.” He begins, looking away from you for a moment. “Should I be worried.”
“No!” You immediately reply, pulling his attention back to you following your overly enthusiastic answer. The more you think about, he might have to be worried, what with your friends and all. “Well, maybe a little, but not at the moment.”
“You really have a way of saying things without really saying anything.” He muses, rubbing his hands together. Merlin, he’s probably cold. He’ll never be able to reciprocate your feelings in such conditions. “Why’d you bring me outside, y/n?”
You take a deep breath, knowing this is your one shot to tell the boy how you feel before he comes to the conclusion that you’re the weirdo that pulled him outside when the sun had already set to tell him absolutely nothing. “I have to tell you something-”
“I know,” He interrupts. “You said that.”
“Would you let me finish!” You shout, not meaning for it to come off so harsh, but it shuts him up. “Look, Neville. I’ve been thinking about telling you this for a long time, but I could never quite find the courage.”
You take a long pause. He doesn’t dare interrupt you again, just looks at you with anticipation of what information you’ve been keeping from him. You begin playing with your uniform again, searching for any distraction from what you’re about to say. “I never thought I could feel like way about someone, honest. I’ve had these kinds of feelings toward other people, but never like this, you know?”
You look to him again, your words obviously not resonating with him as he’s kept the same expression since you dragged him outside. “I guess what I’m trying to say is something in me sort of lights up when you’re around. I’ve become addicted to the way you look at me and the way you say my name. My heart skips a beat whenever you smile at me or when you give me that nice look you give when I figure something out while you’re tutoring me. I know this may come as a shock since we don’t talk very much outside of class and tutoring, but I guess that just goes to show the impact you’ve had on me.”
He stays quiet, which only makes you more nervous. If he liked you back surely he would be leaping for joy right now. Instead, he shakes his head before breaking the deafening silence, “This isn’t funny, y/n. You can tell Malfoy or Crabbe or Goyle to come out now, make fun of me like they always do.”
Your heart sinks, of course he would think you’re playing some cruel and heartless trick on him, just for him to be humiliated by the boys you surround yourself with. He looks so upset, so broken. You reach out to grab his hand but he pulls it away.
“This isn’t a joke, Neville. They don’t know I’m here.” You tell him in a soft voice, but you know it’s no use, you’re too deeply associated with such hatred. Theres only one more thing you could possible think of to convince him of your feelings. “I smelled you in my amortentia, I swear I did. Plants, flowers and a woman’s perfume, it smelled sweet like maybe of roses and vanilla. I know you probably don’t believe me, I understand that you don’t, but Neville I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”
It’s quiet again, you can hear your heart racing, accepting the impending rejection thats only moments away. You close your eyes to keep any sort of tears in when you feel his hand grasp yours. “You smelled my Mum’s perfume.”
Is all he says. You open your eyes to meet his gaze, confused by his words. He speaks up again. “I don’t understand, y/n. All I’ve ever been to you is a means to pass herbology, how could you possibly smell me in your amortentia? You just described my mother’s perfume, I’ve never told anyone what that smells like.”
“Because that’s not all you’ve been to me.” You reply, not letting go of his hand, the same burning feeling accompanying his touch. “At the beginning, yes, you were my only way to pass. But as time went on, I found myself so drawn to you, hanging on your every word about your beloved plants. When you saw Pansy and I staring at you in the library the other day that was because I had just told her I liked you, as more than just someone to help me pass.”
You can almost see the gears turning in his mind as everything begins to fall into place for him. You become painfully aware that he has yet to make any sort of statement about you one way or another, giving you absolutely nothing to expect when it comes to what he’ll say next. “I don’t understand how someone like you could like someone like me.”
“Someone like you?” You ask, partly hurt by his words. “Neville, if you’re wondering how I could like someone thats kind, considerate, passionate, funny and handsome, I’m not really sure how to explain that to you if you don’t already understand.”
Even in the darkness, the two of you only lit by the faint light of the moon, you can see his cheeks go red, which makes you smile. Almost everything he does makes you smile, you couldn’t imagine another person making you feel this way.
“Y/n, you don’t know how long I’ve dreamt of hearing anything like that come out of your mouth.” He confesses quietly, almost whispering. He begins to run his thumb over your knuckles, your heart fluttering with his actions. “I thought you were to most beautiful girl in this world the moment I laid eyes on you in first year, I still do. When Professor Sprout came to me and told me you needed help with herbology, I swore Godric was doing me a favor, only some form of miracle could have let me be around you so often. I don’t think I’ll ever understand why an angel like you could somehow feel the same way about me as I do you, but I trust you, y/n. I don’t trust a lot of people.”
Your heart is pounding, finally hearing the words your mind has been begging to hear for months. His his hand still in yours, you shift forward on your knees to inch your face closer to his. He doesn’t back away, he doesn’t protest, he simply takes his hand that isn’t interlocked with yours and brings it to your cheek. You breath hitches in your throat as your foreheads press together, not daring to look into his green eyes, fearing you’ll fumble over your next actions. Without a second thought, you dip your head down to catch his lips in yours. His hand moves further back into your hair as the other stays intertwined with yours, planted on his lap. You half expected him to sit still as your lips moved against him, but they move together in sync like they were always meant to meet. After a short while you pull away, trying to catch your breath. With your foreheads still touching, you can feel his staggered breath against yours. Slowly you sit back on your heels again, unclasping your hand from his. You stand in your spot and lean down to press your lips to his forehead, then lift his chin to place a soft kiss against his lips.
“Goodnight, Neville.” You say quietly after you pull your lips away from his again, unable to contain your smile. “See you tomorrow?”
“See you tomorrow.” He repeats. He doesn’t follow you out of the courtyard, he stays in his seated position, leaning on his hands behind him. Once you’re out of earshot he looks up to the stars to say, “Whoever just made that happen, thank you.”
You float back to the dungeon, not even feeling the usual cold air of the common room. When you open your dorm door, Pansy immediately shoots up from her bed to catch a glimpse of the moony look on your face.
“Y/n?” She calls, making you slowly turn your head to look at her. “Tell me what happened.”
You walk toward her bed, taking a seat next to her before laying back to stare at the ceiling, the smile never fading from your face. You bring your fingers up to touch your lips, still feeling his on yours. “I kissed him.”
Pansy squeals, laying back next to you and nudging and poking you in every which way, making you giggled next to her. Living this moment in pure bliss. “Well what did he say?”
“It doesn’t even matter,” You reply, wanting to keep that moment you spent with Neville sacred between the two of you. “He likes me too.”
You don’t sleep that night, spending the next hours gushing to your roommate about his smile and the shape of his lips against yours and the feeling of your fingers intertwined. You both have early classes the next morning but you didn’t care, you’re completely and perfectly content.
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Chapter six: The Game
It was raining heavily, but they didn’t cancel the Quiddich game. Rose was walking alone towards the Quiddich pitch, a dog following her. A red umbrella in her hands.
“Okay Padfoot, that’s it, you can’t come into the pitch, or the stands.”
The dog whined and barked at her, but Rose shook her head.
“Come on, go somewhere so you didn’t get wet. Come on…” the dog wagged its tail at her and ran towards the other way.
Rose sighed, she knows he is not going to leave and going to find a way inside so he could watch Harry play.
Fred and George joined her from behind, George slung his arm around her shoulder: “Why hello our dear Rose…”
“Wearing our lucky scarf I see…” Fred continued.
Rose wore the scarf they gave them to their games, and almost every time they won, so the twins decided to call it their lucky scarf.
Rose smiled at them: “shouldn’t you two be at the pitch already?” she asked.
“Yeah, but we like to tease Wood a bit.” Said Fred.
They were walking under her umbrella. When they got to the locker room, they both kissed Rose on the cheek, while she wishes them luck.
Rose went and sat at the stands, beside Hermione and Ron.
Gryffindors entered the pitch first, they rounded the pitch and every Gryffindor and some of the Revanclaw’s cheered on them.
They won all the matches before that, but they needed this score against Huffelpuffs because Slytherins won all their matches too and they were ahead of them by points.
Oliver Wood was so nervous in the morning at breakfast but he seemed better now. After the Gryffindors it was the Huffelpuffs turn to round the pitch.
After Wood and Diggory shook hands, the game began.
Both teams took their time out. The Weather was getting worse by second and at the second time out Hermione went to help Harry with his glasses so he could see properly with all the raining.
After the time out, after some minutes suddenly Harry and Cedric Diggory both dived to the sky, both saw the golden snitch.
Suddenly Rose felt so cold and empty; a lightning lightened up the sky and Rose saw the Dementors where Harry and Cedric were heading.
As another lightning laminated the sky, she saw Harry is falling and his broomstick went straight towards the whomping willow.
A scream erupted from Rose’s throat like everyone else who saw Harry falling, luckily Dumbledore ease the speed of his falling.
Cedric Diggory didn’t notice anything so he caught the snitch, and turned to the crowed, and then he saw Harry on the floor and most of the teachers and his friends running to him.
Madam Pomfry levitated Harry and took him to hospital wing, his friends following him there. Rose come down with the crowd.
Fred and George and the rest of the team were walking towards the hospital wing to see Harry.
“Hey, where do you think you are going…?” asked Angelina Johnson bitterly.
“I…I was…” Rose was shocked; she couldn’t form words.
“Hey cut it out Ang, Harry is her friend. She has every right to be there and see him.” George defended her.
Angelina mumbled ‘whatever’ and went to walk beside Alicia and talk to her.
Fred and George stood at either side of her but Rose kept her head down all the way to the hospital wing.
Madam Pomfry smiled at her as she entered and Rose smiled at her too, she was one of her favourite people in school and when Rose didn’t have anything to do she always went to help her in the hospital.
“How is he…?” she asked madam Pomfry as she went to her office with her.
“He is going to be fine. He needed some potion and rest, if his friends let him.”
Madam Pomfry sighed.
Rose smiled: “They are just worried, as soon as he opens his eyes they are going. Do you have any blankets? The guys just came from a heavy rain.” Rose asked.
“Yes, yes in the closet.” She said while trying to arrange the potions on her desk.
Rose took the five blankets and went out, she handed two to the twins and on to Ron and Hermione. She turned around to hand the other two to the other member of the team when she saw Neville Longbottom with Harry’s broken broom.
He handed the broken broom to Ron, who gasped, he was so sad because he knows how much Harry liked his broom.
Neville was all wet,
Rose handed the two other blankets to Alicia and Neville and went to sit near the window.
The others started to talk and Rose was just looking out of the window and sometimes at the others.
When Harry opened his eyes and they made sure he was okay, they went back to the common room.
It was still raining heavily and Rose was worried for Sirius out there.
She took a blanket and a tent and went outside, hoping not to get caught.
She made it safely to where Sirius stayed in his dog form, he was under a tree.
He was shivering and trying to protect himself by pressing his body to the tree more and cringe under the tree.
He turned around and noticed Rose there, setting a small tent and using a spell on it. He changed to his human form and shook his head to get rid of some of the water and entered the tent which was bigger inside.
Rose used a spell to dry him and handed him a blanket.
“How’s Harry?” he asked when he was dry and a little warmer.
“He’s good… in need of some rest. He is in good hands. His broom shattered though.”
Sirius nodded sadly and sighed.
“He will be okay tomorrow. You were there, I saw you following us near the castle.”
Sirius nodded: “Why do you let them talk to you like that?”
Rose was confused; she didn’t know what Sirius is talking about. Sirius looked up at her: “I saw that girl being mean to you.”
“It’s because I am a Lestrange… They don’t know me; they just assume I am a bad person because of my name.” Rose said like it’s not a big deal. It’s been 3 years but the words still hurt her, she tried so many times to block them but it was impossible.
Chapter Five: Gryffindor Tower
Rose walked in the forbidden forest angrily and tired. She went straight to where she meets Sirius Black every afternoon.
There he was sitting in his dog form and wagged his tail towards her.
“No…No it’s not working I didn’t sleep all night last night because you walked into the tower and wake Ron Weasley up and he screamed bloody murder and woke the entire Gryffindor tower up even McGonagall and because of you Poor Neville Longbottom is going to have detention every night for a week.”
The dog whined and puts its head on his hands, and made Rose to roll her eye.
“I told you I am researching, no need to barge in the tower. It’s your second time. The first time they made us sleep in the great hall.”
“Yeah that was where you saw Fred Weasley kissing her girlfriend Angelina something.” Said Sirius who changed into his human form somewhere between her rants.
Rose puts his food that she brought on the floor in front of him and sighed.
“You are going to get yourself in trouble.” She mumbled under her breath and sat in front of him.
Sirius started to eat the food: “You don’t have to worry about me Rose.”
“If I didn’t have to worry I wouldn’t be here now I would be in bed sleeping.”
Rose said and looked at Sirius who was eating the food while smiling.
“What are you smiling at?” she asked.
“I still have that effect on girls…that remind me you didn’t apologize to me for reading my letters.”
“Hahaha very funny…” they laughed.
“Can I…Can I ask you a question?” she said after Sirius finished eating his meal.
He nodded and said sure.
“Did you…um…talked to Bellatrix in Azkaban?” she asked quietly.
“Your mother? Yes, we talked sometimes but quietly and she was always asking me how I joined Voldemort without them knowing.”
“Did she ever talk about me?” she asked and Sirius went silent.
He couldn’t recall his cousin ever talking about her daughter.
Rose smiled sadly and looked the other way: “Not important…”
“You know I always used to trick girls in my dog form…James always followed suit but Remus always rolled his eyes and told me silly.” Sirius said making Rose laugh.
It was easy to talk to Sirius Black, he was her mother’s cousin and he knows what it would be like to be different and to have different ideas.
Sirius thought she was a very brave girl to risk her own life to feed him and keep his company and he didn’t know how his rude and sadistic cousin could ever have a daughter like Rose. He told her a few times how brave she was and how she deserves to be in Gryffindor.
Sirius also always told her about his times at Hogwarts and Rose always enjoyed listening to him.
She was searching all the old articles in the library trying to find something that could prove Sirius Black is not guilty.
Sirius told her about Ron’s rat, which went missing and Ron was sure Hermione’s cat ate it. She wanted to find something so Sirius could be Harry’s guardian and Harry could live with him and not the Durselys.
Draco was waiting for a chance to talk to Rose about what she saw as her bogart, but he couldn’t get her. Either his friends were attached to him or she wasn’t available.
Now he saw her walking towards the Gryffindor common room: “Hey Rose…”
Rose turned around and when she saw Draco she was confused, he never talked to her in school, she looked around making sure he was alone and it wasn’t a way to get bullied by his friends, but he was alone.
“Hi Draco, can I do anything for you?”
“I wanted to ask you about the Bogart the other day in defence class…what was that?” Draco asked looking like it wasn’t important to him.
“It was months ago, why asking now?” she said rolling her eyes: “It was nothing, don’t engage your mind.” She went to walk away but Draco grabbed her arm: “You will tell me if anything happened, won’t you?”
Lucius threats rang throw her ear and she nodded: “I will.”
Draco nodded and released her hand. She said her goodbye and they went their opposite ways.
When she arrived at the entrance of the Gryffindor tower she saw Neville Longbottom standing there. He was trying to remember what the password was.
Sir Cadogan was talking loudly and he was telling Neville why he couldn’t let him in without a password and he was also talking about the wars he went to.
Rose took a deep breath and went to the portrait and mumbled the password.
Neville looked at her and she dropped her head. Sir Cadogan started to talk as he opened the entrance for them and they both entered ignoring his rants.
Neville went and joined his friends on the couch and both of his friends throw her dirty looks. Rose dropped her head and went straight to her room.
“These are all the newspaper from that night and nothing…They said you refused to have a hearing and you gone mad that night and that’s it. All they have from Pettigrew was a finger and a lot of dead muggles. What about your wand?” Rose said as she lays the newspaper on the ground for Sirius to see.
“My wand exploded, they said because of the powerful spell I used to kill…” Sirius mumbled as he gazes at his picture, he was much younger and healthier.
“The wand can’t explode from the spell; they choose the easiest path for this.”
Rose said looking sadly at Sirius: “The only way to prove you are innocent is to find Scabbers I mean Peter Pettigrew.”
Rose never was this frustrated in her life, she was losing focus on her studies and she couldn’t find anything on Sirius’ case. She was also trying to find something for Buckbeak to help Hagrid but that was not possible too.
She sat on the library chair with a bunch of book in her hand and she didn’t look where she sat. Putting all her books down with a ‘tud’ she received a hush from madam Pince and glares from around herself.
She mumbled a sorry and started to search through the books.
She had some books of Laws of magical creatures, some about laws and orders in Ministry of Magic and some about her essay for professor Snape.
“You sure read a lot.” Said a voice from beside her and it was a second year struggling to finish his essay of potion and it was full of mistakes.
Rose laughed quietly and said: “Yes, do you want some help with that essay?”
“Yes actually it would be great.” The little boy said and handed his parchment to her.
Rose started to explain his mistakes to him and corrected him. After he finished the essay he smiled at her: “Thank you…they all say you are a…a…”
“A freak, I know…” Rose finished for him and smiled.
“But you are actually a very good person…”
Rose laughed: “If you ever need help I am here; you can always find me in the library.”
The little boy nodded and went out of the library. Rose sighed and started to read one of the books she had picked.
Pairing: Neville x reader
Requested: neville headcanon with prompt 64 (picnic date)
Warnings: none
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- Once you started living together he wanted to do everything he could for you
- This meant thinking up every type of date he could
- When he suggested a picnic you were excited
- You wanted to help him with packing all the food
- But he wouldn’t let you go anywhere near it
- That morning he’d banned you from the kitchen
- You both walked hand in hand outside of your house
- Walking to the park by your house was fun
- Until you tried peaking into the basket earning a small swat of Neville’s hand
- You helped spread out the blanket and you both sat down
- You didn’t start eating right away
- Just staying and talking to each other was enough
- You were almost in tears when he finally opened the basket and saw all of your favorite foods
- You fed each other while you spoke
- And you admired the other
- You couldn’t help but curl into his side when he fed you
- When you fed him the last bite he teasingly bit your finger and you both laughed
- Kissing in public wasn’t something Neville was fond of
- But he gave you a long passionate kiss right there in the middle of the park
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