#Neville Longbottom x Y/n Y/l

[leaderwonim]

MR. FUCKING BRIGHTSIDE

pairing. slytherin!jake x hufflepuff!fem!reader

summary. although sim jaeyun constantly surrounds himself with douchebags and looks like he could stomp all over a girl’s heart; you knew the real him that was deep inside. but did you really?

genre. hogwarts!au, ANGST, bits of fluff, right person wrong circumstances, forbidden/secret love

warnings. jake can be a bit of an asshole, the insult “mudblood” is used, slytherin gets shitted on as a house (dw, i’m a slytherin 😭)

Sim Jaeyun, or everybody knew him as Jake, the sixth year Slytherin, seeker of his house’s Quidditch team, and nevertheless, charming to every girl that has stepped foot in his proximity.

Half of your friends would disagree—that he was not charming but rather just another slithering snake in the worst possible house at Hogwarts.

Jake’s friend group consisted of three people: Draco Malfoy, Blaise, and Pansy Parkinson. They just so happen to be an insufferable lot, maybe except Blaise who minded his own business half of the time.

“Today you will be working in pairs.” Professor McGonagall states, fixing her glasses as she holds a stroll of paper. “I’ve already decided them, absolutely no changes.”

There’s groans that fill the room, one of whom you recognize as no other than Jake.

“Seriously? I wanted to pair up with Blaise!” He whines, earning a glare from Draco. “What? C’mon Dray, we both know you and I don’t get anything done.”

“Alright,” Professor McGonagall clears her throat. “Blaise Zabini with Nancy Drumswell, Aidan Callaghan with Hermione Granger, Harry Potter with Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy with Pansy Parkinson, and finally, Jaeyun Sim with Y/N L/N.”

You don’t blink when you realize who your partner is. Rather, you just sigh a bit in defeat, coming to the conclusion that you cannot do anything to convince McGonagall to change partners.

“Hey.” Jake plops himself down on the seat next to you, laughing as Draco gives him a shove on the way to his own table.

“Hi.” You murmur, suddenly finding your yellow robe more interesting than him.

“I’ve never been paired with a Hufflepuff before.” He grins, the shit eating grin that weirdly captives your senses. “Are you guys as nice as you claim to be?”

“I don’t know Jaeyun, you tell me.”

Jake’s eyes widen before he lets out a giggle. “Jaeyun? No one ever calls me that anymore.”

You shrug, sliding him the piece of paper with the instructions to your project. “You can stop by the Hufflepuff dormitories at 8, I’ll be done with dinner by then and I’ll open it for you.”

“Sounds like a plan sweetheart.”

You cringe at his words, the obvious disdain on your face makes him laugh even harder.

“I’ll see you then.” He whispers, and just like a movie, stands up as soon as McGonagall dismisses the class, merging into one with his friends.

♡;

Just as the clock struck eight, you heard a knock. Your books, pens, and parchment were spread out in front of you, eagerly waiting to be used.

As you slowly get up to open the door, you’re met face to face with Jake, who entered the room with a confident stride

"Hey there, Y/N," Jake greeted, flashing you a charming smile as he took a seat across from your side of the table.

"Hey," you politely turn his smile. "Ready to tackle this project?"

"Absolutely," he affirmed, pulling out his own notes and spreading them out on the table. "I've got some ideas already. How about you?"

You nodded, slightly impressed by Jake's readiness to dive into the work. "I've been brainstorming as well. Maybe we can combine our ideas and come up with something great."

As the two of you began discussing your approaches to the project, youcouldn't help but notice how articulate and intelligent Jake was when he wasn't surrounded by his usual group of friends. His confidence shone through, but it was paired with a genuine interest in the subject matter that caught you off guard.

"You sure sound different when you’re not around Draco," You remarked.

Jake only chuckled, a hint of self-deprecation in his voice. "Yeah, well, I guess I don't always show this side of me around my friends. They have a different idea of what's cool."

You can only nod in understanding, realizing that Jake was more complex than you had initially assumed.

As you continued working, you couldn’t help but find yourself paying closer attention to the small details about him—the way his brow furrowed in concentration, the soft lilt in his voice when he explained a concept, the way his eyes sparkled with passion for the project.

"Thanks for coming, Jake," you say, offering him a genuine smile. "I really enjoyed working with you."

Jake returned your smile, his eyes meeting yours with a warmth that sent a sudden flutter through your heart. "Anytime, Y/N. I had a great time too."

As you bid each other goodnight, you couldn’t help but suddenly miss his presence, something you didn’t expect to happen with just one session with him.

♡;

In your second studying session, you and Jake found yourselves engrossed in their project once again. This time, you two decided to move to a quiet corner of the library, away from prying eyes and distractions. The Hufflepuff dorms were too crowded, and you knew you’d rather die than step into the Slytherin dormitory as a Hufflepuff.

As you discussed your research findings, you couldn't help but notice how Jake's demeanor had softened since your last meeting. He seemed more relaxed, more open, as if he felt comfortable letting his guard down around you.

Jake suddenly reached across the table to grab a book, his hand brushing against yours in the process. It was a simple gesture, but it sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins, leaving you quite literally breathless for a moment. “Here Y/N, I heard this book was good for this particular topic.”

Your eyes met briefly, and you felt your cheeks flush with warmth.

“Thanks,” you murmur, looking down slightly.

Jake smiled back at you, seemingly oblivious to the effect his touch had on you. For a person who charms so much girls, you’d think he know how much his advances affected others.

“No problem, seems like we got a lot done within these 2 days huh?”

"Yeah, it seems so," you reply softly.

Even though it had only been 2 nights, in those quiet moments, away from the prying eyes of their classmates, you had realized just how much you actually enjoyed Jake's company. He wasn't just the annoying Slytherin she had initially pegged him to be—he was kind, intelligent, and surprisingly easy to talk to.

"I guess that's it for tonight," Jake said, a hint of disappointment in his voice. “Can’t believe they only allow Prefects in the library past ten.”

"Yeah," you groan, feeling a pang of sadness at the thought of saying goodbye. "But we'll see each other again soon, right?"

Jake nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Definitely. Let’s just hope Malfoy doesn’t ruin it.”

♡;

As you made your way through the corridors of Hogwarts with Hermione, you spotted Jake surrounded by his Slytherin friends, including Draco and Pansy. Suddenly feeling the wave of confidence at the sight of him, you decided to muster up the courage to approach him.

But as you drew nearer, you noticed a subtle shift in Jake's demeanor. His usual friendly expression hardened, and a smirk spread across his lips as he turned to face you and Hermione.

"Look who it is, boys," Draco says, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Little Miss Hufflepuff herself."

Jake and Pansy chuckled, exchanging knowing glances with Draco as if they were in on some inside joke. Your smile faltered, confusion and hurt swirling in your chest as you struggled to make sense of Jake's sudden change in attitude.

"Um, hi, Jaeyun," you replied, voice barely above a whisper as you fought to keep her composure.

"Seriously? Jaeyun? That’s hysterical.” Pansy laughs, as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

“What's the matter, Y/N? Can't find anyone from your own house so you bother our Jake here?” Draco continues to taunt you, his words like daggers aimed straight at your heart. “Or should I say Jaeyun?”

You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment as the laughter of Jake's friends echoed in your ears. You had never felt so small, so insignificant to the group in front of you.

“I was hoping to discuss our project.” You say quietly, looking at anyone but Jake.

Hermione could sense your hostility, pulling you close to her side as she gave Draco a snarl.

“Listen Y/N,” Jake says, “all that crap you Hufflepuffs preach about loving each other and expressing feelings is a lie. No one really cares about what you have to say.”

“Alright, that’s enough!” Hermione says, shielding you by putting herself in front of your frame. “What has gotten into you?”

But Jake just shrugged her off, his smirk widening into a sneer. "Mind your own business, mudblood. This doesn't concern you."

Feeling the sting of tears threatening to spill from your eyes, you quickly turn on your heel and fled down the corridor, desperate to escape the humiliation of Jake's cruel words.

Had you really been so stupid to place your trust in Sim Jaeyun knowing full well his reputation? By the looks of it, all answers pointed to yes.

♡;

By 7pm, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the surface of the Black Lake just in front of the Slytherin Common Rooms.

“Y/N?” Almost as if he knew exactly where you were, Jake shows up in front of you, making you give him a glare.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," he murmured, his voice tinged with remorse as he avoided your gaze. He takes a seat next to you on the grass, his fingers tracing patterns across them in nervousness. "I messed up back there. I let my pride get the best of me, and I hurt you in the process. I should have stood up for you."

You sighed, your heart heavy with disappointment but softened by Jake's sincerity.

“I don’t get it,” you say. “One moment you’re all kind and sincere around me, and the next, you say all these things like I’m worth nothing.”

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, the air filled with the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant calls of birds. Then, Jake spoke again, his voice hesitant but earnest. "I guess my friends just have an influence on me that I can’t control. I’m sorry for what I said earlier, you’re one of the kindest people I've ever met, Y/N. I admire that about you."

You slightly smiled, a warm flush spreading across your cheeks. "Thank you, Jake. That means a lot to me."

As the sky darkened and stars began to twinkle overhead, the two of you continued to talk, laughter mingling with the night air.

♡;

The next night was one of the more important nights at Hogwarts. Everybody had finished their exams—and the Ravenclaws decided to throw a party at their Commons.

The music throbbed as you entered with Ron Weasley, who, at the sight of his twin brothers, ran towards them. You roll your eyes at his behavior, and start pulsing through the crowded room, a plastic smile plastered on your face.

You notice Jake in the corner, sipping on what looked like a bottle of beer. He exchanged nods and greetings with those around him, his eyes scanning the room for something—someone.

But before you could gawk at him any longer, Draco cut in smoothly, his tone laced with mockery. "Oh, look who decided to show up. Did you bring your Hufflepuff friend to the party, Jake? How charming."

Pansy giggled, her eyes glittering with malice as she looked at you up and down. "I didn't know us Slytherins were into charity work."

“Guys, seriously? Cut it out,” Jake gulps, eyes directly meeting yours.

“He’s right,” Blaise says, and you swear it’s the most you’ve ever heard out of him. “Don’t ruin the party.”

“Whatever.” Pansy throws her hand in mock surrender. “Wouldn’t want to make the Hufflepuff cry.”

Hermione comes to your rescue right after Pansy throws you a glare.

“Piss off.” She says, interlocking her arms with yours.

“Thanks ‘Mione.” You thank her softly as you’re lead away from the lot. “For saving me back there.”

“Always,” she smiles. “Now cmon, I heard Ron’s already drunk!”

You two giggle at that, you letting Hermione lead the way into the crowd of people.

♡;

It’s about 2 hours later and the Ravenclaw party is still loud as ever, filled with with laughter and music.

Despite the Weasley twins making a full ruckus of themselves, your eyes were drawn to a figure slumped in a corner. It was Jake, only this time, he looked uncharacteristically vulnerable, his face pale and contorted with some type of emotion you hadn’t seen before.

Concern etched onto your features, and your body felt itself navigating through the crowd of people until you’re knelt beside him. "Jake? Are you alright? Where’s Draco?”

He lifted his head, and you swore you felt your heart clenched at the sight of his glassy eyes and trembling lips. "I'm fine," he mumbled, but his voice betrayed the lie.

"No, you're not," you reply softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"

Jake swallowed hard, his gaze flickering with a mix of emotions. "It's... it's nothing," he slurred, but his words lacked conviction.

You stayed silent, sensing he needed to unburden himself. After a moment, he spoke again, his voice raw with emotion. "Do you think I’m good for nothing?”

"What?" You asked gently, your heart sinking as you watched him struggle to form his thoughts.

"I mean look at this, look at me," Jake gestured vaguely, gesturing to the party around the two of you. "This charade I constantly put on. Pretending to be someone I'm not."

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I mean..." Jake trailed off, his breath hitching. "Was it all worth the six years of be pretending to be who I wasn’t? Pretending to be the egoistic charming Slytherin everyone claims to know so well?”

Jake pauses before looking up at you, his eyes swimming with unshed tears. "You know I care about you a lot, right? I like you, a lot.”

“You do?” You say quietly, brushing a few loose strands of hair out of his eyes.

“But we just can’t.”

“What?”

“Why not?”

"Because,” Jake's voice cracked, and he looked away. "Because I wish you were in Slytherin."

You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces at his words. You almost knew it then, with a painful realization that you could never compete with the loyalty he felt towards his house and the expectations placed upon him by his housemates.

Tears stung your eyes as you realized there was nothing she could do to change his mind. With a heavy heart, you rose to your feet.

“Well I’m sorry then, Jake.” You say, turning around so he wouldn’t see your tears.

And as you walked away, the echoes of his confession lingered in your mind, haunting your thoughts with the bitter realization that sometimes, love simply wasn't enough.

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[whenlilyfallsinlove]

photograph

sirius black x reader

sirius is/was winning so fred fic tomorrow and jolene part 3 soon! this is a sad one beware. y/n is an implied gryffindor.

"i thought you'd might like to see this harry." sirius was stood in his old bedroom at grimmauld palace, holding a picture. it was the christmas holidays, so harry, ron and hermione were back. back at the order headquarters.

harry peered over sirius' shoulder to see that he was holding a photograph. a photograph which was now a little tattered due to age.

"what.. is it?" harry asked, curiously.

"the original order of the phoenix, look its your mother and father." sirius answered, and he was right. harry saw his parents smiling and waving at the camera, it made his heart ache.

to the side of lily and james was sirius, as handsome as ever, his hair shorter, and he was smiling. not at the camera but at the girl next to him. harry had never seen the girl before but he looked at her, noticing she too was smiling and waving like his parents, however she didn't seem to have noticed sirius was looking at her.

"marlene mckinnon" harry brought his attention away from the mystery girl to look at who sirius was pointing at.

"she was killed two weeks after this photograph was taken.. they got her whole family." sirius grimaced.

harry frowned, looking around at the picture again. he saw a younger, less rugged remus. frank and alice longbottom who were tortured using the cruciatus curse by bellatrix lestrange. the sight of their smiling faces made harry feel a pang of sympathy for neville.

but harry couldn't stop looking at the girl who was next to sirius. as he watched the picture play again and again, he noticed that she was laughing and sirius was too.

"uhh.. sirius?" harry spoke up, looking at sirius who also seemed to be staring at the mystery girl.

"yes harry?" sirius brought his eyes away from the photograph to look at harry.

"who's that girl next to you in the photograph?" harry asked, hoping he hadn't touched a nerve.

he saw sirius wince which made harry regret asking so he started apologising profusely.

"no it's okay harry, that is y/n l/n." harry recognised your name vaguely.

"who.. is she?" he asked.

"she is.. was one of my best friends at hogwarts. an honorary marauder if you will. skilled at charms and one of the funniest people i have ever met." sirius smiled fondly.

harry noticed sirius's change in tense.

"you don't have to answer but is she...?" harry trailed off but sirius knew what he meant. he nodded, sadly. harry's heart dropped, however he had realised where he had heard your name before.

harry was under his invisibility cloak, listening in to mcgonagall, flitwick, hagrid, fudge and madam rosmerta talking about sirius black.

"you say you remember him at hogwarts, rosmerta" murmered mcgonagall. "do you remember who his best friend was?"

"naturally.. never saw one without the other, did you? the number of times i had them in here - ooh they used to make me laugh. quite the double act, sirius black and james potter." madam rosmerta laughed.

harry had felt his heart dropped, at the time he thought sirius was guilty.

"precisely" said mcgonagall. "black and potter. ringleaders of their little gang."

"they'd all come in here lots. i remember. it was always the same group. that little peter pettigrew was there."

"he looked up to those two." mcgonagall sighed. "such a shame for him, poor boy."

"they used to come with a girl sometimes as well. pretty, always smiling." rosmerta said, making harry's ears prick up. they were probably talking about his mother.

"oh.. y/n l/n." mcgonagall suddenly seemed upset. harry had not heard this name before.

"she was such a talented young witch. always top of the class in charms." flitwick sighed.

"black was mad about her, i remember that rightly." madam rosmerta reminisced. "used to always buy her butterbeers, flirted with her all the time. she always had none of it, shooing him off"

harry's breath hitched.

"i don't know rosmerta." hagrid interjected "i think it went both ways."

"it was such a shame what happened to that poor poor girl. she would've been a great a witch. heavens.. sirius might not have turned out the way he did if she hadn't have died." mcgonagall's voice wobbled.

"now, now minerva don't get upset, it couldn't be helped." fudge comforted her, and your name wasn't brought up again.

""i remember.. madam rosmerta saying something about her. how she was friends with you." harry eventually spoke aloud. he had left out the parts of her and sirius and her death.

"oh we were, in fact i remember the day i first met her very clearly." sirius smiled.

you were scared, well of course you bloody were! it was your first day at a new school and you didn't know anyone. you didn't even know how to get on to the platform. apparently you were a "muggle-born." your parents weren't magic and it had come such a shock to you when professor mcgonagall showed up on your doorstep on your eleventh birthday claiming you were a wizard. madness.

you had arrived at the station, saying goodbye to your parents when you approached platforms 9 and 10. was this some sort of joke? how did you even get on?

"excuse me." you heard a voice pulling you from your thoughts. it was a woman, she was with a man and a boy who looked like he was about your age.

"would you like help getting on the platform, dearie?" the woman smiled kindly at you.

"yes please." you smiled.

"it's my son james' first year as well." you looked at the boy with messy dark hair and glasses. he grinned cheekily at you which you returned.

after the woman (euphemia, you learnt her name was) helped you get to the platform, you were left in the company of her son.

"hi. i'm james." he smiled.

"i'm y/n." you smiled back.

"you want to sit with me on the train?" he asked you, noticing your slight nervousness.

"yeah thanks." you followed james into a carriage on the train and you began small talk.

your talking was interrupted, however, by another boy entering the carriage. he was handsome, with long dark hair and a charming smile.

"can i sit here, i'm hiding from this kid severus, i spilt pumpkin juice all over him by accident" the boy chuckled.

james grins at this. "of course." he says.

"i'm sirius black." the boy smiles at james.

"james potter." he replies.

sirius turns his attention to you.

"and whats your name darling?" he cheekily smiles.

"call me darling again and i'll punch your brains out." you smile at him innocently. "but it's y/n."

sirius roared with laughter to which you grinned back.

"well y/n.. i think we're gonna get along just fine." he said. and he was right you were best friends since that very day.

sirius was smiling at the memory which made harry feel a little happier.

"were you.. dating?" harry blushes slightly.

sirius doesn't seem too bothered.

"no we weren't, my biggest regret was not telling her i loved her. especially after... it happened. lily told me she was head over heels for me." sirius faltered.

"now that i think about it.. it was quite obvious."

"AND BLACK'S GOT THE QUAFFLE AND HE SCORES!! 10 POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR." you shouted into the microphone. you had been the quidditch commentator since your third year and even now, two years later, it was still a role you took pride in.

you were stood next to mcgonagall in the box when you saw a slytherin beater aim for sirius' face.

"AND THE SLYTHERIN BEATERS HAVE ATTEMPTED TO HIT THE BLUDGER AT BLACK. PLEASE DON'T, WE DON'T WANT TO WRECK HIS PRETTY FACE." you shout.

"L/N, STICK TO THE GAME." mcgonagall shouted, but she didn't seem too annoyed. the crowd laughed.

"sorry professor, sirius was distracting me." you smile and you see sirius fly near your box and grin at you.

as the game went on, you continued to make some biased comments about gryffindor. and continued flirting with sirius. it was extremely common in your friendship,for the two of you to act like an old married couple. you'd never admit it to him but you really liked the boy.

"YOU DIRTY CHEATING SCUM, YOU ABSOLUTE BASTARDS." you jeered, when you saw the slytherin chasers slam themselves in to james.

"Y/N L/N, I'M WARNING YOU." mcgonagall shouted but she was just as annoyed.

"OH BUT HERE'S BLACK TO SAVE THE DAY, ISN'T HE A CHARMER, POTTER PASSES THE QUAFFLE TO BLACK AND HE SCORES AGAIN!! JUST BRILLIANT, ISN'T HE?" you ignore mcgonagall. you see sirius blowing a kiss at you.

you laugh, and then you're nudged by mcgonagall AGAIN.

you notice shes pointing at the golden snitch.

"THE GOLDEN SNITCH HAS BEEN SPOTTED AND THE SEEKERS ARE NECK AND NECK. WHOEVER CATCHES THIS WILL WIN AND- MCKINNON! SHE'S DONE IT! MARLENE MCKINNON HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH. GRYFFINDOR WIN 270-80!!" you shout, and do a dance. sirius sees you and chuckle.

you run down from the box and straight onto the pitch and hug sirius tightly.

"you were great sirius." you smile.

"i know." he winks at you.

your cheeks heat up as you smack him round the back of the head.

"idiot!"

"she was murdered." sirius's tone in voice suddenly changed, brining harry out of his train of thiught.

"murdered for being a muggle-born, murdered for not ratting out lily and james." sirius said, angrily.

harry's eyes widened.

"disgusting." sirius looks down.

"i loved her. and they took her life from her. like they did with the mckinnons. like they did with your parents." sirius put his hand on harry's shoulder.

"the war is cruel." sirius sighs, looking back at your smiling face on the photograph. "you should tell people you love them when you can."

and with that sirius turned away from harry, harry expected this was to subtly tell him to leave. which he did. he needed to tell ron and hermione about this. as he shut the door, he could've sworn he heard a small cry from sirius.

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[hp-hcs]

violent stalker mattheo riddle.... each guy and girl readers ever spoken to? damn wdym they showed up beaten up the next day and they dont even know who did it ????

i feel like he'd also get violent with reader and ykw .... im so insane id let him beat me bloody .

"i'm doing this because you're not listening to me, sweetheart. how else am i supposed to show you that trying to leave me is what you shouldn't do?"

hey uh, future requesters: giving me a line of dialogue or smth to build around means i’ll finish your request WAY faster. tysm anon 😭

requests open

prometheus — yandere! insane! stalker! mattheo riddle x gn! reader

wow! there’s a fuck ton of really fucking dark violence, murder, torture, manipulation, abduction, and horrific domestic abuse in this! please be careful if you choose to read this!

1.5k words!

i jokingly took a sociopathy test with a couple of friends earlier today and i scored like really high so uh dunno how to feel about that

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“Am I…am I in trouble or something, Professor…?”

Professor McGonagall’s lips thinned and she looked at you over the rim of her glasses. She folded her hands together neatly where they rested on her desk before speaking. “Not for now, no. Relax a bit, dear. The law states that you’re innocent until proven guilty.”

“That’s not- that doesn’t really make me less nervous.”

The professor opened her mouth to speak again when a chime alerted her to an incoming floo call.

With a wave of her wand, the flames flared green and a genial-looking man stepped out of the fireplace. He brushed soot off of his robes and grinned brightly as soon as he caught sight of the professor.

“Minerva! Lovely to see you again. I’m afraid Quincy isn’t going to make it. Corbett is sick, poor thing, so he’s staying home with him today,” the man gushed, evidently quite close with the professor.

“Oh, send them both my well wishes, Hez, dear. Anyway, this is the student you asked to see, Y/n L/n,” she motioned towards you.

The man gave you a cheery grin—far too cheerful for this early in the morning—and held out his hand for you to shake. “A pleasure to meet you, Mx. L/n. I’m Auror Hezekiah Ackerly. I’d just like to ask you a few questions if that’s alright?”

You dubiously shook his outstretched hand, a bit put off by his bright grin that never seemed to dim. “Sure.”

“Wonderful!” the Auror pulled the second office guest chair closer and sat down across from you. “Let’s get the easy questions out of the way. Do you have many friends? Or maybe a small, close-knit group of people you regularly hang out with?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. The fuck kind of question was this?

“Uh, I guess a close-knit group?”

Auror Ackerly summoned a notebook and quill, writing quickly. “Who belongs to this group?”

Seriously, this felt more like being at a psychiatrist’s office than being questioned by a government official.

“Er, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger? And sometimes Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood?”

Seriously, what was going on?

“And do you have any…romantic relationships? Any troubles or issues there?”

Your eyes narrow. “What’re you playing at?”

“Cormac McLaggen was found dead in the Forbidden Forest this morning,” Professor McGonagall cut to the chase, interrupting Auror Ackerly. “You were the last known person to have spoken to him, and several of your peers attest that they heard an argument break out between the two of you last night after dinner.”

Your eyebrows shot up and your jaw dropped. “Dead? Wh- how?”

“That’s what we at the Ministry would like to know,” Auror Ackerly interjected smoothly. “You’re not in trouble, Mx. L/n, but I am here to escort you to the Ministry for questioning.”

Your jaw dropped.

They thought you did this?

~~~

You sat at a table, alone in some room deep inside the Ministry building.

You huffed, folding yet another paper crane from the stack of sticky notes Ackerly had oh-so-thoughtfully left for you after your interrogation.

You set the finished bird on the table, the small pile of origami cranes you’ve made while waiting slowly getting larger.

Peeling off another sticky note, you started folding another when a nice-looking man in well-pressed robes entered the barren room and stopped in front of your table. He looked down at you with mild bafflement.

“L/n, I presume?”

“That’d be me,” you mumbled, adding your newest crane to the pile.

The man smiled gently before waving a hand over your paper birds and enchanting them to fly.

You tried to hide your awe as you look up at the cranes that floated and soared around the room.

The man smiled at your reaction. “It’s quite nice to finally meet you, Mx. L/n. You’ve been the topic of many a discussion today.”

“I’d imagine so, yes,” you said dryly. “Not many teenagers accused of murder coming through the department, huh?”

He grinned. “Not really, no.”

The man pulled out the other chair at the table, sitting down across from you and rifling through the thick manila folder he held.

“Are you here to interrogate me some more?” You asked suspiciously. “Ask Ackerly, man. I already told him everything I know.”

He laughed. “No, I’m not here to interrogate you. I’m your lawyer, Mx. L/n.”

You blink. “I don’t have a lawyer. My family can’t afford that.”

“You always have the right to an attorney, Mx. L/n,” he said kindly as he held out his hand to you. “Octavian Foxglove, Esquire.”

“Y/n L/n, but you already knew that,” you greet, shaking his hand.

He smiled again.

He was a very smiley man.

He laid out the manila folder and turned it around on the table so that you would be able to see it.

The first paper on top was a copy of your school records, with a bright red PRIMARY SUSPECT stamped over the top of your picture.

You grimaced.

Your lawyer nodded sympathetically. “There’s a photo underneath that page, by the way. Supposedly the last photo we have of McLaggen still alive and, uh…it’s not looking great for you, in all honesty.”

You moved your school records page aside, finding a standard moving photograph paperclipped to the inside of the file.

It showed, quite clearly, you speaking with Cormac McLaggen in a hallway. Picture-Cormac angrily threw his arms up in the air and silently yelled at picture-you, while your body language in the photo loudly screamed ‘furious & upset’.

He was right. It wasn’t a great look.

“And there’s only one thing I need you to- oh, where is it?” He dug through the inside pockets of his robes, procuring a pen. “Aha! The next page has a simple contract. I just need a signature stating that you either accept me as your public defender, or would like to request someone else from the Ministry to handle your case.”

You nod, flipping the page to the contract he indicated. Mr. Foxglove smiled again and held the pen out to you.

As soon as your fingers made contact with the pen, you vanished.

~~~

You stumbled blindly, almost falling to the floor before a hand caught your elbow and steadied you.

“Easy, careful.”

You whirled around, surprised to see a different man in Mr. Foxglove’s clothes. He held his hands up in a non-threatening manner.

“Woah- slow down, kid. You’re fine.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“I’m- was your lawyer,” he shrugged and smiled. “Augustus Rookwood, at your service.”

It dawned on you. “It was a portkey,” you breathed. “The pen. It was a portkey, wasn’t it?”

“Clever kid,” he sounded impressed. “Now c’mon. The boss wants to see you.”

You followed the man without complaint; half out of curiosity, half out of the knowledge that Augustus Rookwood was an Azkaban escapee charged with at least forty counts of first degree murder.

Pretty simple choice.

It looked like you were in a wealthy aristocrat’s house. Er, mansion, more accurately. The hallway you were walking down was old and stuffy and dusty, and the overall aura of Dark magic that permeated the very air of the house sent shivers down your spine.

Rookwood led you down a flight of rickety stairs to the first floor, and then down a narrow hallway and into a study, where he left you without another word.

The study itself was old. Everything was coated in a thick layer of dust except for the pristine and polished bureau right in the center.

(Obviously, ‘the boss’ was sitting at this desk.)

((Villains tend to be predictable like that.))

However, you were surprised to see that ‘the boss’ was-

“Riddle?”

He looked up at the sound of your voice, a wide grin spreading across his face as he hurriedly got up from his desk.

“Y/n, darling, hello!” He gushed, practically skipping over towards you before pulling you into a very uncomfortable hug. “Sweetheart- oh, I’m so glad you’ve made it here safely! Rookwood really is my only competent assistant; I must be sure to give him a raise.”

You froze up at the unexpected hug, your arms remaining stiffly by your sides. He let go after a moment, but remained just a bit too close for comfort.

“Hopefully the Ministry didn’t give you too hard of a time,” he rubbed the back of his neck with a guilty grin. “I promise Ackerly’s a good man. When he’s, y’know, in control of his own body.”

Your eyes widen and you take a step back. “What?”

“Just a little Imperius, darling, no worries. Did you like your gift?”

You blinked, thrown off by his rapid changes in subjects. “Uh- gift?”

He smiled proudly. “McLaggen? He won’t bother you anymore, see?”

All the color drained from your face.

“You killed Cormac?”

He nods, grinning. “Uh-huh. I heard what McLaggen said to you last night in the hall, and I don’t like when other people look at what’s mine.”

“Yours?” You repeat, your lip curling in disgust. “You’d better not be referring to me.”

Mattheo paused, looking at you in confusion. “What else would I be talking about?”

You scoff in shock, shaking your head. “Yeah, nope, I’m out.”

You turned around without further preamble, marching out of the room and towards the front door that you’d passed earlier. Mattheo laughed and followed you out of the study at a leisurely pace, seemingly unworried.

“Where are you going to go, darling? As far as the general public is concerned, you’re on the run after brutally murdering a classmate. You’re Wanted with a capital W, sweetheart.”

“I’ll figure it out,” you snarled, storming towards the front door.

“Y/n…” He warned, drawing his wand and pointing it at you. “Get back here. Now.”

“Fuck off.” You spat over your shoulder, not sparing him another glance.

That was clearly not the thing to say. As if in slow motion, you heard a dreaded word fall from his lips.

“Crucio!”

You were struck with pain that was so overwhelming, so blinding, so agonizing, that you were sure you were going to die.

You were only half aware that you’d fallen to the floor at some point as wave after wave of unbearable pain crashed over you. You could feel your bones creaking and grinding together, your skin splitting apart only to knit itself back together just to be torn apart again, like you were some fucked up wixen version of fucking Prometheus.

You were only vaguely aware that you were speaking, pleading. Pleading not for the Unforgivable to be lifted, but for him to just end it, end you, entirely.

“K-kill me! Kill m-me…please!” You begged, blood trailing down from the corner of your mouth and smeared across your chin. You must’ve bit your tongue hard for it to bleed like that, and the sting from that wound while you speak is just too overwhelming when combined with the pain from the Cruciatus Curse.

Then all at once, it stops.

You gasp for air, your entire body trembling and numb as you lay sprawled across the floor like a marionette with its strings cut.

Mattheo kneeled down by your side and cupped your face in his hands with a kind of tender gentleness that felt deeply wrong coming from him.

“See, I’m doing this because you’re not listening to me, sweetheart. How else am I supposed to show you that trying to leave me is what you shouldn’t do?” He cooed softly, gently wiping the blood from your chin with the sleeve of his shirt.

You flinched back at his touch. Your body—still wracked with uncontrollable quivers and trembles—tried in vain to crawl away from him.

“Oh no, honey- hey, honey- I promise it’s all over, okay? You were so so good for me. But you see now that you’ve got to stay with me, right?”

Your jaw quivered and your still-stinging tongue felt thick in your mouth, yet you managed to spit vicious hatred towards him.

“G-go to hell.”

A flurry of emotions crossed his face: surprise, anger, guilt, and disappointment; all of which were topped by the underlying aura of pure sadistic glee that exuded from him.

“Oh? Do you need another lesson or two before you learn?” He sighed and shook his head patronizingly. “Very well then, darling. Crucio!”

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Jealous (Professor Longbottom x Fem!Reader)

“Sorry? I didn’t quite catch what you said, Y/N/N.”

“I was jealous, Nev.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WHEN Y/N overhears a few seventh-year girls giggling about the oh-so handsome Professor Longbottom, she can’t help but feel jealous.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Wife!Reader, Pureblood!Reader, mentions of blushing, fluff, jealousy, unedited writing, and that’s about it :)

I’m still kinda new to Tumblr, since I’m mostly on Wattpad (follow me on there @/sage-like-the-herb if you want to), so don’t judge this too harshly. Also, I felt bored when I wrote this, so the idea is pretty underdeveloped. Because I’m not as active here, don’t expect stuff like this too often 😂 I hope y’all like it, though!

(Edit: It’s sooo short…)

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(Third-person POV)

Y/N was besides herself with excitement. After months of being away from her husband, she finally got an owl with a time and date to meet up. So, that’s how she found herself waiting outside his classroom.

As the bell rang, and students came out of the room in swarms, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward.

“Aunt Y/N?” a voice asked suddenly.

Head snapping upward, she met the familiar eyes of Albus Potter. After being introduced to her as if she was family, the whole lot of Potter children had taken to calling her their aunt.

“Albus!” she exclaimed, hugging him. She felt relieved upon realizing that she was still tall in his eyes; he was about shoulder-level to her. “Merlin, you’ve grown! I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Lily keeps talking about you,” Albus commented, breaking out of the embrace. “She wants to know when you and Uncle Neville will come by again.”

“Hopefully soon,” Y/N promised. “Now, run along to lunch, I want to drop by Nev’s office for a bit.”

“There are students inside,” Albus informed her. “A rather annoying lot of seventh-years. They just burst in during class! I’d wait out here for a bit, if I were you.”

“Well then, I suppose I’ll do just that.”

So, she waited.

Thankfully, she didn’t stand for too long. Moments later, a trio of girls came walking out of the room, giggling away madly.

“He’s so cute!” a blonde-haired girl squealed. (Admittedly, the girl reminded Y/N of a prepubescent Hannah Abbott, who had harbored a crush on Neville for years until he rejected her in favor of Ginny Weasley as his Yule Ball date.)

Jealousy slapped a bewildered Y/N across the face.

“Yeah!” the blonde girl’s friend agreed. “I don’t care if he’s married, I’d smash him, for sure.”

Y/N felt disgusted.

“Don’t steal my man,” the third girl joked. “I did the research; our Zodiac signs are compatible. Do wizards even believe in Zodiacs?”

“Whatever,” the blonde girl rolled her eyes. “He’s still eye candy.”

“Excuse me,” Y/N said loudly, unable to take this talk of her husband any louder. “Could you young ladies move, please?” When the girls only gave confused and slightly disgusted looks, she continued. “I’d like to see my husband.”

All three girls stopped mid-conversation.

The second-girl’s face paled. “Y-you’re Professor Longbottom’s w-wife?”

“We don’t mean any harm!” the third girl squeaked, eyes widening in fear. “We were only joking! Right, Jessica?” she nudged the girl beside her.

The blonde girl, Jessica, was at a loss of words. She opened her mouth, then closed it once more. “Sorry, Mrs. Longbottom,” she apologized immediately.

“It’s Mrs. Y/L/N, actually,” Y/N scowled. “Mrs. Longbottom is my mother-in-law. Now move,” filthy mudbloods. Thankfully, she didn’t let the last two words slip out her mouth.

Merlin, marrying a Longbottom sure smacked the pureblood supremacist out of Y/N.

However, Y/N didn’t feel the slightest bit ashamed of herself as she slammed her shoulder against Jessica’s on her way into Neville’s classroom.

Y/N twisted the door handle, and rather aggressively slammed the door open. “Nev?” she called out.

“Y/N/N!” Neville exclaimed, accidentally knocking an empty flower pot off his desk in excitement. “Whoops.” He muttered a quiet Reparo and fixed it, before setting the pot back on his desk.

He was quick to wrap his arms tightly around his wife. They stayed like that for a moment, breathing in the moment, before breaking apart.

“I missed you, Nev,” Y/N sighed, looking her husband in his warm honey-like eyes. She must’ve looked the slightest bit irritated from her encounter with the seventh-years, since he gazed at her in worry.

“What’s wrong, flower?” he asked, concern written on his now angular face (all the chubbiness of his youth had abandoned his post-pubescent figure).

Y/N stayed quiet, feeling too embarrassed to admit it. She could feel a flush creeping up her face.

“Y/N/N?”

Merlin, it sure felt weird to be jealous of bloody seventh-years.

“Iwaskindajealousofthosegirlsthatwereherebefore,” Y/N blurted out, hoping that Neville would drop the subject.

However, her sweet Nev, her sweet, caring Nev, could sense the situation gnawing at her insides, so he wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders.

“Sorry? I didn’t quite catch what you said, Y/N/N.” Noticing Y/N’s awkward expression and clearly flustered face, he added a soft, “it’s okay, flower, you can tell me. I won’t judge.”

At this point, she wanted to cry. From embarrassment of her predicament, or pure adoration toward her loving husband, Y/N didn’t have a single clue.

“I was jealous, Nev.” Her face must’ve been a tomato by that point.

At his confused look, she elaborated her statement.

“These really pretty seventh-years were leaving your classroom, while talking about how good-looking you are, and I felt jealous. It’s just that— they were gorgeous!” Y/N ranted.

Neville blinked at her. Then, he burst into a fit of laughter. Well, what she assumed was laughter. Neville must’ve been holding back the full brink of his amusement for her sake, since his chuckles sounded rather like wheezes of desperation.

“You were jealous of those girls?” he laughed. “I don’t normally want to talk bad about my students, but they’re the worst group of people I’ve ever encountered. The ironic thing is, they were visiting my room to get some herbs for a Glamour Potion.”

At Y/N’s doubtful look, he spun her around to place both his hands on her shoulders.

“Y/N/N,” he said seriously. “Flower. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on— sorry, Gran,” he joked. Y/N cracked a smile. “I’m so lucky to be married to someone as wonderful as you. You’re kind, loving, appreciative, considerate, and just about every quality that girls like them lack.”

“I—”

“Don’t compare yourself to them,” Neville warned. “Otherwise I’ll have to muster up all my Gryffindor courage just to come up with another motivational speech.” His so-called ‘Gryffindor’ courage must’ve been given a boost by Y/N’s growing smile, since he finished with a passionate “I love you. You. Not them.”

Y/N leaned forward just a bit to press her lips against her husbands.

“I love you too, Nev,” she murmured while kissing him.

The End.

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Not me ending the story in the most third grade-me way ever 💀💀 i haven’t ended a story with ‘the end,’ in a while, but I’ve never actually been motivated to finish my stories in a while, either. Anywho, thoughts on this?? The writing and plot aren’t too bad, right?

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My favourite fics from other authors!!

MCU:

daisies - peter parker by @starktonyx

As it was - Steve x reader, Bucky x reader by @heli0s-writes

Never again - bucky barnes by @houseravenclaws

tap - bucky barnes by @houseravenclaws

the box - peter parker by @waitimcomingtoo

incorrect quotes ft. peter x y/n by @eunoiathewriter

begging with scott lang by @ragnarachel

trouble in paradise - peter parker by @ptergwen

your mess - peter parker by @peterbenjiparker

stark!reader x peter by @ptergwen

phone sex blurb w peter by @sgrantsgf

twenty bucks Peter parker by @deathbyathousandspiders

Wizarding World:

interrupted - neville longbottom by @nevillesimp

the one that got away - harry potter by @george-fabian-weasley

angry love confession in the rain - sirius black by @salazarslytherin

jealousy, jealousy - james potter by @letterstotheflre

Poly!marauders smut by @strawberrysodaslut

Celebrities

Chris being in love with Y/N for 7 mins video by @astranva

You'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me - Tom Holland by @waitimcomingtoo

Thirst tweets with Chris Evans and Y/N L/N by @put-trash-here

The friendship test - Joseph Quinn by @magicchai

ground rules - Joesph Quinn by @icallhimjoey

Criminal Minds

Touch starved - Spencer Reid by @donald4spiderman

Your relationship with Hotch is exposed by @ddejavvu

You walk in on Spencer talking to his fish by @radiant-reid

You obsess over Hotch and he overhears EVERYTHING by @kryptonitejelly

The team finds out you and Hotch are married by @kryptonitejelly

Jack calls you 'momma', outing you and Hotch's relationship by @kryptonitejelly

Another one where Jack outs you and hotch's relationship by @kryptonitejelly

A third one where jack outs your relationship with Hotch by @kryptonitejelly

The one where everyone finds out - You and Spencer (reid) are in love but you just don't know. by @reidscanehand

Stranger things

Whispering dirty things into Eddie's ear as a dare by @erosso

Eddie being pussy drunk - Eddie Munson by @subbypeterparker

Admiring Steve Harrington by @masmybeloved (deactivated acc)

Three's a crowd, but four's a party - Eddie, Steve, Robin x reader by @glasvera

Out loud - Eddie Munson by @iheartyouyou

Billy Hargrove noticing the little things by @fbfh

Bi!fem!reader x steve harrington by @eufezco

Eddie and daughter!Roan x reader series by @luveline

Dead wrong - Steve Harrington by @lucasnclair

Reid wears Glasses - Spencer Reid by @luveline

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All Yours

Theodore Nott x Slytherin Female Reader x Friend!Neville Longbottom

Requested: Hi! I hope you are still doing requests? If you are, how about a new friendship Neville with Slytherin female reader over Umbridge detention? With perhaps, background reader x Theo?

Summary: You help Neville out in one of Umbridge’s detentions, resulting in a newfound friendship that makes your boyfriend Theo a little jealous.

A/N: I’m sorry, this is a lot more Theo than it is Neville -- also I know it’s super late, I ended up deleting most of it and restarting and I’m still not completely satisfied

Theodore’s hand was on the small of your back, acting as a source of comfort as he walked you to Umbridge’s office. You had received detention for something as minute as talking out of turn in her class. She wasn’t a huge fan of you to begin with, as you didn’t care to hide how you felt about her stupid rules. 

“I’ll wait up for you in the common room, okay?” he smiled softly at you, brushing your cheek with his knuckles. Theo was always so gentle with you, it really baffled everyone, including your friends. You hummed in agreement, standing on your toes to give him a quick kiss. This act seemed to reassure him in a way, his tense muscles relaxing slightly. You knew he was angry about the whole matter, as he wanted to protect you, and this was completely out of his hands. 

A scuff of someone’s shoe nearby pulled the two of you out of the moment, making you look around curiously. Your brows furrowed as you walked around the corner, trying to find the culprit. Around the corner stood Neville Longbottom, looking very nervous and hesitant as he played with the hem of his Gryffindor sweater.

“Oh, hi Neville. What are you doing in this part of the castle?” your voice was lighthearted and kind, which seemed to shock him. You were never mean to others, though you also never strayed far from your friend group. Being a Slytherin had clearly gained you a reputation. 

“I-I have detention with Professor Umbridge. Oh, um, hello Theodore,” his voice wavered, and he became even more tense when Theo rounded the corner to join the two of you. In his defense, you thought, Theo was rather intimidating until you got to know him. You remember how difficult it was to finally get the nerve to approach him your first year. Theo simply nodded at Neville, keeping it friendly but still distant.

“So do I and we better get going, I don’t want to have to do this again,” you rolled your eyes, turning to give Theo another quick kiss and let him know you’ll be okay. He reluctantly let you go, watching as you followed Neville through Umbridge’s office door and disappeared from his view. 

You were kind of happy to have somebody with you in detention, as wrong as that sounds. It was comforting to know you weren’t alone in the whole messed up situation. Your left hand was clenched while you wrote with your right, hating the way she smiled happily at the sight of your bleeding hand. Stealing a glance at Neville, you could see he was even more upset than you were. He looked as though he were holding back tears. 

You angrily set down the quill you were using, causing her to look at you expectantly, a daring look adorning her features. “I think he’s had enough,” you spoke evenly, knowing you were setting yourself up for another detention. Her eyes flashed to Neville before finding you once more. “I’ll keep you another hour, then Ms. Y/L/N. Longbottom you may leave.” Her eyes never left yours as she gave you a devilish smile. 

Neville looked flabbergasted as he hurried to collect his belongings once she snapped a harsh ‘now’ his way. You didn’t miss the grateful, yet concerned, look he flashed you on the way out. Tomorrow you would check on him, you thought, as he didn’t seem to take this whole ordeal very well. You can’t really say you blame him, as the next hour dragged on excruciatingly slow as she continued to make you write your lines, your hand burning furiously and your tolerance wearing dangerously thin. 

~

You groaned as you plopped down on the sofa next to your boyfriend, every bit of energy you had before the detention completely spent. Theo wasted no time before grabbing your hips and pulling you to straddle him. “Why did she keep you so long, baby, I’ve been worried sick,” you could hear how worried he was in his voice as he pulled you into a hug. His warmth radiated onto you, filling you with a happiness that only he could. 

Burying your face in his neck, you held him tightly. You didn’t realize how bad your hand hurt until you were in your safe place, being held by Theo. Now it was nearly unbearable as your hand brushed against his robes. Your voice was strained when you spoke, “I’m sorry, love, I had to get her to let Neville leave and she made me stay an extra hour.” At this, Theo pulled away and looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed. 

“Why did you do that? Look at how much pain you’re in Y/N, you should have let him finish and you’d both leave on time.” His angry tone cut you deep in your already fragile state. You knew he was only upset because he cared, but this isn’t the conversation you wanted to have after such a brutal detention. You pushed yourself off of him and crossed your arms over your chest defensively, not bothering to hide the hurt on your face. 

“He was far more upset, and he’s helped me out a few times in class, I knew I could handle it.” Tears filled your eyes, frustrated and upset with everything that has happened tonight. You saw his chest deflate as he blew sighed heavily and carefully grabbed your injured hand, now standing in front of you. “Don’t cry, baby. Just hate seeing you hurt,” he mumbled against your knuckles before pressing a kiss against them. His eyes were sad as he pulled away and examined your injury. 

“I know,” you mumbled, knowing you would feel the same if the roles were reversed. “Can we just go to bed? I’m exhausted.” He nodded, intertwining his fingers with yours and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling you to his dorm. While you were tired, the two of you found yourselves up rather late giggling and sharing whispered sweet nothings. 

~

“Mind if I sit here?” a voice startled you out of your daydream. “Yeah, ‘course,” you smiled up at Neville before dropping your head in your hands, yawning. You were about to start potions class and, quite honestly, you weren’t sure how you’d manage to stay awake through it. Your hand was wrapped to cover the gnarly wound that Umbridge had inflicted only the night before. You had gotten hardly any sleep and simply weren’t thinking straight at all. 

“I’m not sitting with you today?” Theodore’s voice made you freeze instantly. You had given his usual seat to Neville. 

“I thought you were sitting with Draco today,” you sighed, already defeated for the day. You knew he was upset with you, but you also knew you were right, and he was being silly. Neville quickly offered to move, though Theo declined and made his way to sit with his friend. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to be able to thank you for last night. It’s hard to catch you outside of class,” Neville spoke quietly, his cheeks a shade of pink. 

You smiled kindly at him, “He’ll get over it, he gets me all day. And don’t worry about last night, I didn’t mind.” He seemed to accept your words, smiling to himself and stuttering over his next few words, “Well I owe you. It’s nice to have friends that look out for you.” You agreed, happy to have a new friend.

You tried not to doze off all throughout the class, though Neville helped as he tried to hold conversation while the two of you worked on the assignment Snape had given. Although you didn’t feel the greatest, you still enjoyed working with Neville for the class. You were also happy to hear he was doing well after the detention with Umbridge. You just hoped Theo understood and wasn’t too upset at you for the day. 

~

Theo, as it turns out, was in fact upset. While he wasn’t rude, he was being very short with you and as the day progressed you simply gave up. You skipped your last few classes, going to lay in bed and rest instead. Your body seemed to thank you as soon as you hit the soft duvet, as your muscles instantly relaxed. You don’t think you had ever fallen asleep so quickly and you had easily slept all the way through dinner without stirring. 

Meanwhile, Theo was rushing out of the Great Hall trying to catch up with your new friend. “Longbottom!” he called out, unknowingly frightening the poor Gryffindor. Neville stopped in his tracks and turned quickly, completely surprised at who was calling his name. “Y-yeah?” he stuttered out.

“You know where Y/N is? You were with her earlier in class earlier,” the words came out harsher than he intended, as he was rather irritated. Mostly with himself. He knew you didn’t particularly feel good, and that you hadn’t meant anything by letting Neville sit with you. You were always nice to those who deserved it and he trusted your judgement above anybody else’s. He trusted you more than anyone else in general, so he wasn’t sure where this jealousy was coming from. He supposed he simply didn’t like sharing you; he loved that the two of you were basically attached at the hip. While you had your time away from each other, he absolutely adored every second spent with you; the two of you did almost everything together.

“I haven’t seen her since classes earlier this afternoon, but she didn’t seem to feel good at all,” he said, frowning. Theo had assumed you had gone to rest, as he noticed you hadn’t been in your last few classes and he could see how exhausted you were. You were his lover and best friend; he knew you better than anyone else. He was expecting you to be at dinner though, as you weren’t ever one for long naps even if you didn’t feel the greatest.

“I hope she’s okay. Go take care of her, she was talking about you all morning,” Neville seemed to be reassuring Theo, as he smiled kindly before they said their goodbye’s. The interaction, though simple, left both of the boys feeling much better; Neville felt as though he made another new friend, and Theo knew he didn’t have to be jealous over his time with you. Whoever you were friends with, he was friends with too. That’s how it worked with his friends and he knew it should be the same with yours.

Theo felt slightly guilty about how he had treated you earlier, knowing it was uncalled for. His heart warmed when Neville said you had been talking about him all morning; he loved you more than anything and even when he was being a jealous ass, he knew you felt the same for him. While he was eager to see you, he took his time in walking back to the dungeons to your dorm. Instead of rushing, he used this time to reflect on how lucky he was to have you. You were loyal, kind, and generous to those you felt deserved it; what you did for Neville only reflected those qualities. Pride swelled in his chest and he made a promise to himself right then to never take those qualities, or you, for granted. 

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Groaning, you squinted your eyes, struggling to open them all the way. You were groggy and confused as you felt someone sit beside you on the bed, their hand gently pushing your hair away from your face. “It’s just me, baby, go back to sleep,” the familiar voice soothed you, filling you with warmth. Slightly more awake, you peered up at him while he focused on whatever he was doing with your hand. 

“What’re you doing, Teddy?” Upon hearing your voice, his eyes flickered up to your face, a loving smile playing on his lips. His cheeks were pink under your unwavering gaze. “Taking care of my baby, what else would I be doing?” He was very gently rubbing a cream over your wound before following with gauze. His eyes met yours as he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. Grabbing his arm, you pulled him towards you so you could kiss him. 

He sighed heavily and plopped down next to you, pulling your body into his. “Sorry about earlier. Just got a little jealous,” he mumbled. A smirk found its way onto your lips as you fought a giggle. You knew what was going on with him, but you also knew he would come to his senses. “I know, you’re silly. No reason to be jealous,” your voice was telling of how sleepy you were, though he could hear the amusement laced in your words. His chest vibrated against you as he chuckled before nodding his head in agreement. “I know, you’re all mine.” Letting out a giggle, you kissed his chest. 

“All yours.”

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A kiss in the greenhouse- Neville Longbottom x Reader (REPOST)

Posted MAY 15, 2021

Reposted APRIL 16, 2023

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Request- Could I please have a Neville x reader? The reader goes to Beauxbatons. She loves plants. So she would hang out in the greenhouse. Neville finds her in there and they get to know each other. Crushes develop and on the last day the reader is at Hogwarts they kiss in the greenhouse. Basically a lot of fluffiness. Tysm! 🥺💕

A/n- We’re getting through requests made like 6 months ago!!! Yayyyyy

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Warnings- FLOOF

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People always assume that Beaxbatons only care about their looks, since some are part Veela, which makes boys entranced by their beauty, but that couldn’t be more false. Many of the girls had different interests. 

Some loved quidditch, some loved to read, but you? You loved herbology, always have, and always will. 

At your school, there is a tiny greenhouse, and although Herbology isn’t a class at Beauxbatons, you have found many books and have conducted your own research. You were very informed on the subject, which impressed your teachers and classmates. 

You had been at Hogwarts for about a month now, and the Triwizard tournament had just started, the first task was only a few days ago. 

You loved it at Hogwarts, the students were nice, but you got along best with the Hufflepuffs since they usually knew the most about herbology. One of the students had actually told you where the greenhouse was, which is where you planned to go today. 

“Where are you going, Y/n?” one of your friends asked. “To the greenhouse! One of the Hufflepuff’s told me where it was located, and no one should be in there since it’s a Saturday,” you explained, waving as you left the library where you and a few others had been hanging out. 

You walked down the hallways, a few boys trying to flirt with you, but you just ignored them. You weren’t Veela, the person with the most Veela in them is Fleur, and she is only ¼ Veela. Actually, a lot of the girls didn’t have any Veela in them, but you were all still very pretty. 

After a few more minutes of walking (and a few more cocky boys trying to flirt with you), you finally found the greenhouse. You smiled wide and jogged to the door, slowly opening it to make sure that no one else was in there. 

After you looked around to find no one in the greenhouse, you entered, immediately walking around. You looked at all of the flowers and other plants. 

You did this for a few minutes, becoming mesmerized by plants that you have never seen or even heard of before. “I wonder what this is,” you whispered to yourself, touching a leaf of a plant. 

“That’s a Flutterby bush,” you heard a voice say, making you jump up. “Oh my goodness!” you exclaimed. You looked at who the voice came from, it was a boy with dark brown hair and just the cutest face. 

When you two made eye contact, he immediately blushed and started stuttering, “S-Sorry, I just really like herbology,” he explained. “That’s alright,” you said softly, “I do too.”. “Oh,” he chuckled, “cool.”. 

You both stood there for a second, waiting for the other to speak. “So, what’s your name? It must be a very pretty name since you’re so pretty,” he asked, immediately regretting what he said, “I mean if it’s not a pretty name, that doesn’t mean you’re not pretty, because you really are.”. Neville looked mortified, but you just smiled. 

“It’s Y/n Y/l/n, what about you?” you asked. “Oh- uh, Neville, Neville Longbottom,” he said timidly, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, Neville, you seem to be much more educated in Herbology than I am, mind telling me a bit more about some of the plants in here?” you questioned. \

Over the next few months, you and Neville grew closer, and your crush for him only got bigger. Almost every day, you and him would meet in the greenhouse to study plants and to just hang out. 

You got to know him really well, and he got to know you really well. You could definitely tell that he had a crush on you, but it was just a matter of one of you making a move. 

You were too scared to make a move though because you didn’t know if you would ever see him again. You two went to two completely different schools in two completely different places, confessing feelings and then never seeing each other would break your heart. 

The decision was to be made quick now, with only a few weeks left, you needed to make up your mind on what you were going to do: profess your feelings or bury them forever? 

“Hey Neville,” you greeted him as you passed him in the halls, “H-Hi Y/n,” he stuttered out, clutching his books tighter. You smiled at him and quickly looked away, blush starting to spread across your face, as it does every time you see him. 

Your friends weren’t dumb, they knew you had a crush on Neville from the moment you two started hanging out. You were happier, always talking about him, and blushing every time you looked at him. 

You walked to the library and sighed dreamily the moment you entered, catching the attention of your friends. 

“Did you pass Neville again?” one of them asked while looking down at a book. “Oh shut it,” you said and sat down next to them.

 “You should really tell him how you feel, Y/n,” one told you. You sighed, “I know I should, I want to, truly. But, if I never see him again-”, “Then your heart will be broken,” another finished, “Who cares?! You like him, so you should tell him. And you two can always owl each other. Who knows, maybe Longbottom can write you love letters for the next few years and then you two can have a happy life together after school.”. “And you can see each other over the summer!” another chimed in. 

You hadn’t realized all of this, but it was true, you two could still talk, even after you leave. “You guys are right!” you exclaimed. “Shhhh,” a few kids shushed. 

“Sorry,” you said quietly, looking towards you friends and talking in a quieter voice, “maybe it can work out! Now I just have to figure out how to go about telling him.”. 

“You should tell him on the day that we’re leaving,” one suggested, another one adding on, “Yeah, so if he rejects you then it won’t be awkward and you can just leave and never see him again.”. “Gee thanks for the confidence,” you said sarcastically. 

“Tell him on the last day of school and then give him your address, it’s simple,” one explained. “Yeah, easy for you to say,” you mumbled and sank into your chair. 

Over the next few weeks, you and Neville kept hanging out, but you were also planning how to tell him that you have a ginormous crush on him. 

The day you all were leaving came much quicker than you would have liked, but here you were, looking through the crowd of students to find Neville. 

“Hey, Harry, have you seen Neville anywhere?” you asked. “I think he’s in the greenhouse, he seemed really down, you should go check on him before you leave,” he told you. 

You thanked him and rushed through the castle to the greenhouse, students were everywhere saying goodbye to each other and packing some last-minute things.

You finally got to the greenhouse, a little saddened that this would be the last time you would be in there. You breathed out while opening the door, nervous to see Neville because you knew that if you saw him, you would have to tell him. 

Sure enough, Neville was sadly looking at a plant, more specifically at a Flutterby bush. 

“Hi Neville,” you said softly, startling him a bit. “Oh, hi Y/n,” he said gloomily. You sighed and closed the door, walking toward him. 

“I’m leaving, I just wanted to come and say goodbye,” you told him. “Oh,” is all he said. “Neville, what’s wrong?” you asked and grabbed his shoulder to make him face you. 

He mumbled something that you couldn’t quite hear. “What?” you asked, leaning in closer. He mumbled again, a little louder though, but you still couldn’t hear him. 

“Neville, you have to speak up,” you told him, leaning in even closer. He looked up at you before grabbing you by your cheeks and pulling you to him, kissing you. You were caught off guard, but when you realized what was happening, you deepened the kiss. 

After another second, Neville pulled back, realizing what he did. He started stuttering, but you just giggled, “I’m assuming that you wanted to tell me you have a crush on me?” you questioned. 

He didn’t look up, but he nodded his head. “Well, I also have a crush on you, Neville Longbottom,” you said. He looked up slowly, “R-Really?”. “Yes, Neville, and I’ve liked you for a while now, that’s actually why I came to find you,” you explained. 

“Oh, that’s good, I thought you were going to reject me,” Neville said, sighing with relief. “Never would I ever reject you,” you proclaimed. 

You both smiled bashfully at each other, but it was ruined when you looked at the clock. Your carriages were about to leave. “Oh my! I have to go, come on Neville!” you panicked and ran out of the greenhouse. 

Neville grabbed something before running as fast as he could after you, but you were still faster than him. 

As you entered the front of the castle, you rushed, screaming for them to wait for you. Your friends quickly opened up the door, letting you hop inside. 

You turned around to see Neville running toward you. “Wait, Y/n! I have something for you!” he shouted. You outreached your hand, allowing him to hand you the flower he had picked for you. 

“I’ll owl you the moment I get back home Neville! I’ll miss you!” you shouted while waving as your carriage was flying away. “I’ll miss you too, Y/n!” he shouted back, waving too. 

You kept waving at him until he was out of sight, sighing dreamily as you sat back in your chair. “I’m assuming you told him?” one of your friends asked. 

“Yep,” you answered, smelling the flower that he gave you, “I sure did.”.

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Oopsy Daisey - Neville Longbottom x Female Reader (One Shot)

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Synopsis: Cielo is one of the most popular girls in Gryffindor's house, known for her beauty, kindness, and witty personality every boy is falling practically down on her feet juniors or seniors. They're willing to do anything just to be able to have a small conversation with her or go out on a date with her, but every guy has tried, and pretty much failed only being able to adore her from afar except for one. An insecure, shy, and clumsy plant-loving boy who's a year below her has had a crush on her since his 3rd year, not knowing how to get her attention to notice or like him back, he grew disappointed in himself every day for wasting time. One day a group of slightly older Gryffindor guys decided to help Neville caught your attention, but was it genuine help or are they trying to set him up to fail his chances with you?

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Cielo (Female Reader)

Story Settings: This fanfiction is set in your 6th of Hogwarts, during the Order of the Phoenix time (You're a Gryffindor student for this one and you're also a year above Neville). Anything that's bolded and in italic is a flashback scene.

Terms 📖:

Y/L/N: Your last name

Y/E/C : Your eye color

Y/H/C : Your hair color

Warnings⚠️: Bullying but other than that it's pure fluff.

A/N: Why hello there sexy people, so first off this fanfic is actually a personalized gift for a fellow friend @milivanili99 a.k.a the lovely Cielo, she's incredibly amazing at making scrapbook collages and she happened to make me one for Valentine's day this year, which you can check out by clicking here. I love her so much she's amazing and just such an angelic human being so give her a follow if you can because trust me you won't regret it. Anyways I'm trying to make this readable for everyone as well but I will be using Cielo's name here as the Y/N female character and will be using the She/Her pronouns okay enjoy bye bye, I love you all. P.s. I'm so sorry if the ending isn't all that good, I was struggling to write the ending but I hope this is okay 😓

Word Count: 4,714

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"Hmm, do you reckon Honeydukes will be busy this Saturday? I've been wanting to try one of that new grape flavor sugar quills" Ginny wondered towards Luna and the seemingly distracted Neville staring off into the other side of the library no longer interested in his potions homework. "I'm not sure, but would I be able to come along with you? father happens to love sugar quills, and it wouldn't hurt to mail him some while he's writing the next issue of the Quibbler. I can't wait to hand more copies around" Luna smiled sweetly wearing her multicolored Spectrespecs giving her a look of a demented yet adorable owl. Ginny giggled at the sight of Luna moving her head around swiftly, trying to find those invisible Wrackspurt creatures that float through your ears and make your brain go fuzzy, "Well of course Luna, you can totally come along. I wanted to go with both of you actually so how about we meet at around noon tomorrow? by the fountain in the clocktower courtyard? Ginny proposed.

Luna gave her an enthusiastic double thumbs up but Neville seems to be in his little world, leading Ginny to call out after him. "How about you Nev? are you down to come this Saturday?" Nothing, he can't even master a small nod, Ginny is pretty dang on sure that Neville didn't hear anything she said nor ask him, so she tried again. "Hello, Neville… would you like to go to Honeydukes with me and Luna this Saturday?" she asks raising her voice slightly but no, nothing once more, Ginny grew concerned, and turned to look at Luna who was all caught up with what's happening so she tried tapping him on the shoulder gently. "Huh? I'm sorry what was that?" Neville migrates back to reality shaking his head in an attempt to focus, confused about what he's been missing, without answering his questions Ginny and Luna move their heads away from Neville to spot a certain person he's been staring at across the room for the past 10 minutes.

And there sat Cielo studying alone, she's a popular and extremely pretty girl in her 6th year, she was sorted into Gryffindor in her first year and instantly became best friends with one of the Gryffindor chasers Katie Bell. She's known to be a kind and immensely brave witch, she was one of the biggest supporters of Hermione's S.P.E.W cause as she believed the same thing Hermione did, that all Elves should be freed and instead receive wages, pensions, sick leave, and other benefits that a normal worker earns. She helped Hermione in any way she can like handing out badges and standing up to those who even dares to try and criticize Hermione for her beliefs, earning herself respect not just from Hermione but from Harry and Ron as well, who both made it quite obvious that they fancied her. She was also selected as a perfect in her 5th year which double the number of boys getting themselves into trouble just to talk to her, Fred and George seem to have it bad for her compared to the others, pulling stupid pranks and stunts knowing that she'd lecture them about it so they can spend about 45 minutes just staring at her pretty face, Y/H/C and soft looking hair matching her glimmering Y/E/C eyes get all worked up about how childish their actions were.

But boys aside she truly was a great young witch, she was pretty, brave, and kind, a triple threat of some sort to all the other Gryffindor girls and even those outside the red and gold house. Ginny and Luna smiled simultaneously at Cielo's sight and return their attention to the now beetroot-faced Neville looking down at his advanced potion-making book shyly. Ginny and Luna shared a quiet giggle knowing how bad Neville's crush on her has gotten over the years as it all started in his 3rd year. "Well then…" Ginny cleared her throat trying her best not to sound amused, "Nev would you like to go Honeydukes with me and Luna this Saturday?" The red-headed girl repeats for the last time, with Luna giving the shy Gryffindor some gentle rubs on his left shoulder, he masters up a small nod this time unable to face his two best friends, embarrassed that after all these years he can't seem to just talk to her like all the boys had, he needs to at least try but his shyness and insecurities seem to be holding him, hostage, preventing him to do what he wants to do. Luna being the smart and wise Ravenclaw she is lets out a small gasp over an idea, "W-what is it Luna?" Neville asks finally being able to lift his head to look at her concernedly.

Luna turned her head towards a confused-looking Ginny and Neville before filling them in on the idea. "Neville you've liked Cielo for almost 3 years now, I think you need to step it up and stop beating around the bush before some other guy actually got a chance and goes out with her" Luna states determination coating her tone, Ginny and Neville looked each other for a second before returning their attention to the blonde girl, "An idea popped into my head about 2 minutes ago, why don't you just send her a letter confessing your feelings for her since you're so awfully shy, and maybe send her some flowers, surely you know everything about her at this point right?" Luna asks bluntly which left Neville red once more. Ginny smiled at Luna's bright idea "That's a great idea, Luna, I mean it'll be nice to let her breathe while also getting Neville's feelings across, just look at her over there, I heard her study period are the only times she can be alone without boys up her arse or girls giving her dirty looks and spreading ugly gossips about her because they're jealous" Ginny mentioned giving a sympathetic look towards the busy looking Cielo.

Neville couldn't speak at this point, a perk of having two girls as his best friends is that he understood a lot about girls but a disadvantage of this is that he can't seem to disagree with them, they always win in the end so he opts to stay quiet and maybe this plan would work in his favor. "Great that settles it then we can plan something more tomorrow during our Hogsmeade trip" Luna added giving both Ginny and Neville a supportive smile before raising her hand out to do their three-way handshake, Ginny joined her hands in, soon both girls waited for the emerald-eyed boy to join them, "You in Neville?" Ginny asked in a reassuring tone before he reluctantly joined in, ending the adorable and long handshake between the two girls with a group hug. Days passed after the plan-filled Hogsmeade trip between the silver trio, Neville had a great time then, he never actually chipped in on anything as it was mostly the girls coming up with ideas on how Neville could catch Cielo's attention and what to possibly get for the plan.

Neville sat himself down on an empty section of the Gryffindor table inside the great hall during breakfast this morning, with a well-written love letter for Cielo ready, placed inside the pocket of his robe, and a small bouquet of roses in hand, he quietly waited for Cielo to turn up this morning so he can finally get it over and done with. Nervousness starts to swallow him whole, his palm was sweaty and his heart is beating out of his chest but he tries to soothe all these things away, by remembering what Luna and Ginny had instructed him to do during that helpful and fun Hogsmeade trip. "Okay so I think the best move for you Nev, is to write her a letter like we planned, just a short and sweet letter confessing your feelings for her, why you liked her, and if she's willing to go to Hogsmeade with you that following weekend when you give her that letter" Ginny suggested enjoying her grape flavor sugar quills while walking back to the castle, linking her right arm into Neville's left arm while Luna links her left arm to Neville's right arm.

Luna nodded along with Ginny's suggestions and manage to add "Oh and if you have time before giving her the ready-made letter, you should pick up a bouquet, even if she didn't reciprocate her feeling back to you, she'll appreciate your sweet gesture and I'm sure she's more then willing to be your friend after" Luna almost comforted Neville to ease him that if she didn't like him back as a worst-case scenario, she's still a kind person and she's sure that Cielo will never put Neville in a spot where she embarrassed him or unnecessarily tell others about her rejecting the poor ole Neville. The herbology-loving boy, couldn't look at either girl as he merely focuses on the ground making sure they were walking safely, but he did master a small nod to each of their brilliant ideas. Once the trio reached the clocktower courtyard, they sat on the antique fountain surrounded by statues of eagles.

Ginny noticed a worried look swarming over Neville's face before she reached her hand onto his right shoulder, "Nev, you've got nothing to lose, trust me if she isn't the one for you there will be other people alright?" Neville placed his hand on top of hers and nodded as she was practically right, Luna joined in and says "You got this, we believed in you" she smile kindly which puts a smile on Neville and Ginny's faces, ending the Hogsmeade trip sweetly. Looking back at the memory has helped soothe his nervousness and fast heartbeats away for now, it soothes him enough in fact that now he's able to have an appetite for breakfast and ate about 2 slices of toast with butter and jam. Although it would probably be so helpful to have the girls here at this moment for a little encouragement, sadly both couldn't make it as Ginny got an early morning quidditch practice while Luna is busy sorting through piles of the next issue of the Quibbler so it's all ready to be hand out by lunchtime today, both girls were upset that they couldn't be there but they wished him all the luck which gave Neville some sort of a confidence boost.

Trying not to think so hard as he anxiously waits for Cielo's arrival, eating his toast, a couple of delinquents and arrogant Gryffindor boys from Cielo's year has sat themselves a couple of spots away, not far off from Neville, laughing loudly and obnoxiously while disgustingly eating their breakfast with no manners to be found. This particular group of year 6 boys has it bad for Cielo too, just like any other Gryffindor boys have, but above all else, they value bullying, embarrassing others, pulling stupid pranks, and picking on others because they think being an arsehole is a personality trait and girls find it attractive. Well spoiler alert they don't and that includes Cielo as she couldn't stand them, but it doesn't look like those boys would stop anytime soon as one of them starts talking, "I'm bored out of my mind, see anyone we can pick for fun before class starts?" one of the taller boys ask his 4 other friends, "Hmm I don't know, I don't suppose any of have you seen Longbottom have you?" the weird one asks around the others. They all look around the Gryffindor table until "Aha got him" the pudgy one mentioned, making all the other 4 boys look in his direction.

"There he is sitting all alone eating some toast…looks like looney Lovegood nor carrot top pretty Weasley won't be saving his arse today" the Athletic one mentioned with sinister lacing his voice, as the other nodded in agreement, "What do you say boys should we come and say hi to our fellow herbolodork of a friend, I see he's got a bouquet there with him… wonder who it's for" the vain one laughs mockingly as all the others did as well, in unison before finally getting up out of their seat and make their way over to the nervous wreck of a boy sitting alone. Neville had finally finished his breakfast, and as he tossed his dirty plates aside still waiting for Cielo, he looked desperately and impatiently over the grand entrance of the great hall, just hoping that everything is going according to plan but of course, things are about to go downhill. "Longbottom haven't seen you in a while mate" The athletic one greets him by putting a gentle hand on his left shoulder which forces Neville to look away from the entrance and face the familiar voice and laughs trailing behind him.

"U-Uhm what can I h-help you guys with?" Neville stammered scared for his well-being, the boys sat around him, some by his sides and some across from him. "Oh relax Longbottom we're not going to do anything to you, just wanted to have a chat" the pudgy one explained with slight wickedness in his voice, Neville was reluctant but he nodded trying to keep the letter hidden, but unfortunately he couldn't keep the bouquet of roses away as it was larger. "Oh, I see you got a bouquet of roses. are they for someone special? perhaps miss Y/L/N?" The vain one smiles at Neville, trying to hide his evil side, Neville shook his head but then "Hmm are you sure mate? you don't need to lie to us, it's fairly obvious, you stare at her for hours it feels like. I mean I don't blame you but still" the tall one added, Neville felt trapped, he couldn't breathe properly as he takes a quick scan of all the guys sitting around him while they show off their best most sincere smile, after a while he nodded, admitting to them that yes these are in fact for Cielo, soon all of them started sharing amused glances.

"Oh well, why don't we help you? I heard she loves pumpkin juice, maybe you can get up out of your chair once you see her come in, take the bouquet along with you and a goblet full of fresh pumpkin juice, then you can ask if she'd like to have breakfast with you this morning. then we can leave you be" the weird looking one suggested, the others nod in agreement and hyped the weird looking one with his brilliant idea. Neville paused and think to himself about this, he is right after all she loves pumpkin juice and what could honestly go wrong? so he did just that and filled up an empty goblet filled with pumpkin juice as the boys sit chattering quietly amongst themselves waiting for Cielo's arrival, and about 5 minutes later there she was, she couldn't have looked more beautiful as her hair was styled in a single braid with a red ribbon tied into a bow holding her hair together eyes glue down on a 'one thousand magical herbs and fungi' a Herbology textbook, she seems to be distracted, a perfect opportunity to mess up Neville chance don't you think.

One of the boys signals Neville that you've arrived and to be ready to get up out of his seat and walk towards you, "Good luck Longbottom she's going to love those roses, that's her favorite after all" one of the other boys mentioned. Neville nodded and steady himself before walking over to you, once he got close enough, 5 of those awful boys knew where this is about to go, soon one of them whip their wands out and pointed at Neville ready to go, meanwhile, Neville tried his best not to look so nervous and grip on the goblet full of pumpkin goodness tightly making sure he doesn't spill, and hold the bouquet close to him as he watched Cielo's beautiful yet highly focused face still glued down on that book not watching where she was going. As he got closer and closer he tried to greet her saying "H-hi…" before "Impedimenta" as one of the wicked boys who held his wand out, cast the tripping jinx onto Neville's foot, and as time will have it 'Thud' followed by 'Clank!' dropped loudly catching all the students inside the great hall's attention.

After what felt like a pause, laughter started to roar all over the place from every student inside the big room, including those 5 Gryffindor boys. They were having the time of their life watching Neville display a look of sheer horror on his face, looking up from the ground and realizing that he'd not only managed to fall straight on his face, and got the bouquet ruined since he dropped it, but he also managed to spill all the Pumpkin juice inside the Goblet all over Cielo's Gryffindor uniform. Cielo's mouth dropped as she watched her uniform soaked in the orange liquid, and watch as her book lay flat on the ground wet and stained. Cielo's still paused at the messy sight unsure of what to do as everyone else laugh at her and Neville's collision finding it hilarious. After some time Cielo takes a breath before composing herself saying "Whoopsie Daisy, are you alright there Neville?" Cielo asks in the best sympathetic tone she can master at the younger and now highly embarrassed Gryffindor boy.

Neville still displayed that look of sheer horror, only this time he apologized immediately and more times than he actually needs to, "Oh my I'm so sorry Cielo, I-I didn't m-mean t-to do that I-I just wanted to offer you, your favorite drink" he stammered, the stuttering has started to get worse, as slight panic and worried run through his tone as he apologizes to you immensely. Although he expected her to be extremely mad and upset over this incident all she did was smile it away sympathetically, and offer her hand to help him up. "Oh Neville it's alright don't worry about it here let me help you" she offers, a true angel she was, how can somebody be so patient and kind towards somebody who's put them in the most humiliating position ever? she's so kind she could easily pass as Hufflepuff student making Helga Hufflepuff proud.

Neville reluctantly takes your hand, and you pulled him up revealing the height difference between you and Neville, never noticing how short you are next to him. Neville's face was tomato red, he couldn't even look at you, embarrassed of what he has done, as all he can do now is say thank you for the help and apologized countless times repeatedly, in hopes that you don't resent him for this. "Watch where you going next time Longbottom," the tall one shouted as all the other boys laugh along with him. Cielo noticed the yelling and immediately frown before looking over at Neville who was visibly upset and guilty. "Neville let me ask you this, did those guys try and encourage you to walk with a goblet full of pumpkin juice?" Cielo ask in a stern yet questioning tone, it left Neville dumbfounded as he never heard you speak in such a tone, but all he did was looked at you and nodded, shamefaced.

You sigh, not at Neville but at that stupid group of year 6 boys who have finally calmed down and chatted amongst themselves the laughter has begun to die down as people start to get disinterested and class is about to start soon anyways, but after looking down at your messy uniform you finally said it, "Well then… class is pretty much in 5 minutes so I better go down to the lavatory and fix this" Cielo smiled at Neville who's fiddling with his fingers silently, still upset at what happened. She pick her wet book from the ground and kept her thankfully cleaned bag away from the mess by carrying it, and as she was about to say her farewell she noticed minor cuts and scrapes on Neville's forehead area and his left cheek, you'd completely forgotten that he'd managed to fall flat onto his face, and that must have hurt but all he can focus on was apologizing to you and making sure you're okay which you thought was the sweetest most cutest thing Neville has done for you, you knew you always liked Neville, ever since 5th year when you saw him walked around on the shallow parts of the black lake trying to find gillyweed for Harry's 2nd task in the Triwizard tournament or when you saw him all alone happily taking care of the plants inside the greenhouse dancing around to some music on the weekend's, just being himself, he was adorable you thought and he was certainly different from most boys, but you didn't know if he liked you back or not.

You smiled at the tall and herbology-loving boy before reaching to grab his left hand, his eyes shot up, and looked at you in surprise, only to find you smiling. Neville's face was redder than ever but his facial expression manage to soften at your smile, it's almost like you're smiling to ensure him that you're fine and that you forgive him. "Neville, you have some cuts and scrapes on your face do you mind if I fix it for you before class? I promise it won't take too long" you ask in the sweetest tone. Neville nodded face still bright red and a body stiff as a board over how nervous yet excited he was. "Alright then follow me" you instructed him as you lead him out of the great hall hand in hand not seen by anyone. Cielo took Neville into one of the not-so-frequently used girl's lavatories and sat him down on the floor as she takes off her cardigan only to reveal her white collared shirt and Gryffindor tie which also had a bit of orange liquid stained to them, Neville watched you carefully as you try and wipe off a much orange liquid that there is with some toilet paper before pulling out her wand and casting a spell that manage dot get all the orange stain out in minutes, making her uniform look nice and tidy again.

Although Neville can clearly see her uniform is all better now he still has this need to just apologized again one more time. "Cielo I'm so sorry I spilled that juice all over you, I swear I didn't mean to I just tripped out of nowhere" he explained still with guilt lacing around his tone. Cielo put her cardigan back on and tidied herself into a nearby mirror before taking a seat next to the upset-looking boy, "Neville, you've apologized about 10 times now, I think that's enough, isn't it? It's quite alright you know? thank merlin we're witches and wizards it should be an easy fix, and see it didn't stain or anything" Cielo smile sweetly and soon giggled adorably, he was sure his heart was about to beat out of his chest if he dares to move a muscle, he couldn't quite comprehend how kind and attractive she was, everything he had seen or heard of her around the school was true, he was the best a girl can truly get, a goddess in his eyes. she takes a quick look at the minor cuts and scrapes before pulling out her wand and performs a nonverbal healing spell on to Neville's face and watched them disappear, after it did Cielo ran her thumb across his left cheek and forehead making sure that it all healed properly.

Her touched hitch Neville's breathe she was so close to his face that he can see just how soft her lips look, and how much he wanted to experience that softness with his lips, after making sure it was all good Cielo smiled again, and told Neville to look in the mirror nearby, he did just that and his eyes shot up like dear in headlights, it was gone, and there was no visible mark on his face, he smiled happily and turned to look at you. "Thank you, Cielo but how? Healing charms are such difficult spells to perform, you did it so perfectly" Neville compliment you with his cute and genuine smile, the stuttering flying out the window. His words left a visible pink hue on your cheeks as you couldn't make sudden eye contact with him, "Oh well thank you, Neville, my father's a healer you see, he works at St. Mongos hospital so he made sure to teach me some healing spells over the summer, and I've just learned a nonverbal one like this recently so I'm glad I got to show and perform it on someone" you explained smiling.

Neville was happier than ever chuckling after finding out how talented you are, until he looked over the ruined bouquet of roses that was sitting right next to Cielo's wet and sticky herbology textbook, by then he frowns. Cielo noticed the sudden silence that falls between them however and got up to check on Neville. "Are you alright Neville? is something bothering you?" you ask laying a gentle hand on his left shoulder, he nodded in disappointment and has a sudden bluntness to him, that he gave you an honest reason as to why he was upset. "Those roses are meant for you, I knew how much you loved roses. I had a solid plan, I wanted to ask you something and I thought it'd be nice too but of course, something bad has to happen and I had to be gullible enough to listen to those bullies and filled a whole goblet with pumpkin juice and walk over to you when I should've just waited for you to sit down for breakfast and offer you some." Neville hadn't realized but he's been ranting nonstop, he wasn't supposed to reveal all of that but there he goes.

Cielo paused as she studied Neville's defeated face before looking over at the not-so-badly ruined bouquet and picked up her wand and handed it over to herself, she smiled at it and thought about how precious Neville was getting this for her, Cielo might not know the reasons why he went out of his way to get her such beautiful flowers but she loved it, and without a second thought, she got on her tippy toes and placed a soft kiss on to Neville right cheek, leaving him love-struck. "Neville I love them they're beautiful thank you" Cielo appreciated with pink hues still apparent on her cheek, after the kiss Neville looked over with a joyful glow and smile on his face as you did and vice versa, neither of you had seen this and coming, but it sure graved this memory deep into both of your minds forever. "Well we should probably get going we've been here awhile and we don't want to miss any more class time than we already have" you suggested, you didn't want to leave, you wanted to stay with Neville but school was indeed important.

He nodded and as you were about to turn away and leave he calls out after you. "Cielo wait" you paused and looked back at Neville, "Yes?" you answered softly, "I have something for you" he mentioned rummaging through his robes to find an envelope, an envelope containing the letter he's written for her. Neville handed it over confidently and watched as the smile stays on your face, as you accept the envelope from his hand. "Promise me you'' read it when you have the chance and get back to me with your answer?" he asked in hesitation, you smile brightly at Neville, nodded, and kiss him on the cheek one last time, before saying "I will have a good class, Nev, I'll see you at lunch" Cielo farewelled rushing out to get to her class still so excited to read what's inside the letter leaving Neville Longbottom the happiest guy in the world.

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Neville Longbottom X fem.Reader

A/N: I love Neville. And I will never... NEVER understand people, who don´t like him! >:0 He is so babygirl, how can someone hate him, what the hell!? QwQ Warning: fem.Reader, super fluff, shy Neville, shy Reader, A dress is specified (F/N) = Friend name Summary: You have to prepare for the ball and in the rehearsal class Neville asked you to dance. In the short time you have found a real interest in him and you hope that you can dance together at the ball.

The dress, that the Reader will wear (instead of red, you can just choose your fav. colour<3): (Credit: from Pinterest)!!!

PoV (Y/N):

All fourth years should gather to discuss something with Professor McGonagall. Nobody knew what was going on, everyone was focused on the tournament. We were divided into girls and boys. The boys sat on one side of the room and the girls on the opposite side. In the middle stood Professor McGonagall and she said something.

I looked at her, yawning, trying to stay awake. My best friend (F/N) pushed me and I watched confused as Ron Weasley and the professor danced together. We looked at each other for a moment before chuckling quietly and holding back from laughing out loud. ,, Gentlemen! Don’t be so shy, ask the lady to dance!” Professor McGonagall suddenly shouted loudly.

As if on command, we girls stood up and looked at the boys. However, they remained seated and acted as if they had not heard McGonagall's request. Grinning, I looked at my best friend, who returned my grin. ,, And? Who do you think will question you?” I asked her. “Do you mean now, or at the ball?” "I mean now, you idiot. We won’t be going to the dance floor at the ball anyway.” My best friend sighed loudly and rolled her eyes

But suddenly we saw someone from the boys side get up. It was Neville. Neville Longbottom. I knew him because accidents were always happening to him, but we weren't friends. Even though he looked incredibly good with long hair. He swallowed hard before walking towards the girls. "Maybe he'll ask you." My best friend giggled and nudged me. I hissed quietly in annoyance before looking away. But as soon as I looked away, she nudged me again.

At first I wanted to look at her angrily, but then I saw Neville in front of me. He held out his hand and looked at me nervously. I felt everyone looking at us and I had to swallow hard too. Humming, I nodded and took his hand gently. He immediately grinned widely and we slowly started dancing. Thanks to Neville, a few more boys now dared to ask the girls about dancing and after 5 minutes everyone was dancing with someone. Ron was also fortunately let go by McGonagall and he asked a girl to dance with him.

While I danced with Neville, we either looked deeply into each other's eyes or at our feet. I had my hand on his shoulder and he had his on my hip. He was so gentle that his fingers barely touched me, he was either afraid to touch me or incredibly respectful. But from what I thought of Neville, it was probably both.

When the dance lesson was over, we were sent to our rooms. As homework we should continue practicing the dance steps. My best friend and I went back to our room and we talked. "Don't you want to study, (Y/N)? Your husband is just waiting to dance with you again.” (F/N) was just teasing me. My face was very flushed and I hissed loudly as she kept teasing me about Neville. I wasn't ashamed to dance with him, but there was no need to pick on it either. "Your dance partner wasn't any better." I rolled my eyes as (F/N) protested.

Even though I didn't want to admit it, I really had fun dancing with Neville. He made sure I didn't lag behind, had respect and always looked at me lovingly. And his long hair, I could fall in love with it! I would love to run my fingers through them and scratch his head. Just the thought made me blush and cough loudly, making my best friend look shocked. But then she grinned widely. "Oh my Merlin…! You have a crush on Neville?!” She suddenly shouted loudly.

Panicked, I slapped my hand over her mouth and looked at her sternly. "Shh! Scream louder and maybe the Muggles will hear you!” I admonished her before removing my hand. (F/N) put her hand to her mouth and she looked at me in shock. But happily shocked, I wasn't expecting that to be honest. "Neville!? Ok, wow…! I never thought he was your type!” "I-I think there's something you don't understand…!" My best friend looked at me teasingly, which only made me blush even redder. Coughing, I got up and went to the door of our room. "I-I'm going to take a bath now…!"

<Time Skip>

Only two days left before the ball. And still no one had asked me. (F/N) was lucky enough to go with Dean. I was happy for her, but somehow disappointed that I hadn't been asked yet. In fact, my parents even sent me a dress that looked just perfect. I liked it a lot, but what good would a great dress do if I wasn't even going to be invited to the ball?

Sighing, I walked through the halls of Hogwarts and looked around a bit. This school was really beautiful, even though we never really had a quiet year until now. But that was kind of magical about it. I was lost in my thoughts until… "(Y/N)!" Someone suddenly called out my name. I was thrown out of my thoughts and I looked towards the direction my name came from. George and Fred ran towards me, holding Neville's hands. Overwhelmed, I looked at all three as they stopped in front of me and looked at me. Well, Neville looked down more because he had to take a deep breath. George and Fred looked at me and grinned. Not wanting to be rude, I returned her grin with a slight smile.

"Hello, George… Fred… Neville…" "(Y/N), we have here…" Fred began. "... A person who wants to ask you something." George finished the sentence. It was always amusing to hear how they spoke and never made any mistakes. The power of the twins. They both pointed at Neville, who just looked at me nervously. His cheeks were very flushed and he couldn't look me in the eyes. Slightly curious, but also confused, I tilted my head and I looked at him. "Yes, Neville? You want to ask me something?”

"A-ah…! Y-yeah… well I, um…” He stuttered more than he had to. I grinned at him, amused, but in a loving way. My heart beat much faster and my cheeks also turned red. In the background I heard the twins laughing and making bets, which also made me grin slightly. Neville took a deep breath before looking me seriously in the eyes. "P-please go to the ball with me! If no one has asked you yet, of course…” He murmured the last sentence quietly.

Giggling, I nodded slightly and went over to him to ruffle his hair. I stroked them out of his face and I looked at him lovingly. Goosebumps appeared on my skin and I took a deep breath. It felt even better than I imagined. "I would like to go to the ball with you, Neville…" I then whispered quietly before giving him a kiss on the cheek and walking away. I staggered to the twins again before making my way to my room.

In this one I laughed as hard as I could. My roommates tried to call a teacher to calm me down, but I calmed down again by myself. Well, I had stopped laughing anyway. So I now had a date to the ball with Neville. Somehow I was really happy, but I was also very nervous. In such a short time, the most innocent person in the world had me wrapped around his finger without even wanting it.

<Time Skip>

The day of the ball had come. I had my dress on and matching make-up too. (You can think of what your hairstyle looks like yourself). I nervously walk with my best friend to the Great Hall, where Neville and Dean were waiting for us. Both wore suits and talked to each other. Neville had even done his hair. ,, Good luck." (F/N) and I whispered to each other again before the two boys saw us.

Dean and Neville grinned widely and they both walked over to us so they could take our hands. (F/N) bowed slightly to Dean, just as he bowed to her, before they went to the Great Hall. I smiled sweetly at Neville as he bowed to me and gently kissed my fingertips. Chuckling, I bowed slightly as well and I squeezed his hand gently. "Shall we go?" Neville just nodded at my question and we walked into the Great Hall.

It was beautiful inside the great hall. Everything was beautifully decorated and there were lots of different people walking around with beautiful clothes. Neville and I stood at the edge so that the competitors in the tournament could dance first. We were silent but listened to the music. "Y-you look… great in this dress… w-well you always look great, but especially in this dress…" Neville whispered to me. His words made my heart flutter and I smiled softly at him. "Thank you… the suit look also very good on you…" I then replied and laughed quietly.

Neville grinned at me briefly before looking forward again. The first couples went to the dance floor and started dancing to the music. We watched them briefly before I looked at Neville. Neville looked at me softly and I gave him a small nod, telling him we could dance too. You could practically see the joy in Neville's eyes, which made me smile.

On the dance floor, he gently placed his hand on my hip and I placed mine on his shoulder. Our other two hands held each other and we slowly started dancing. Somehow I regretted that I hadn't taken this homework and practicing dancing seriously, because my fear of stepping on Neville's toes was getting bigger and bigger. Without noticing, I was staring at our shoes so I wouldn't step on his feet. Neville seemed to notice this and looked at me worriedly. ,, (Y/N)…? Are you okay?” His question made my head snap up. My face was bright red and I was stuttering something to myself. "Um…! Yes! I'm sorry…! I-I… I don't want to step on your toes, to be honest…" I then admitted quietly.

Neville chuckled softly before looking at me. "We're students, (Y/N)… we can make mistakes… a-and if you step on my toes, it won't hurt…" His words actually calmed me down a little and I sigh softly. I hadn't even realized I was holding my breath. "B-but I want to look at you… while we dance… please…?" His request melted me and I looked at him dreamily for a moment. Smiling, I then nodded and I laughed quietly. "Ok… I'm sorry…" "Everything's ok, (Y/N)… let's just have a great time…"

The whole evening was just great. The music slowed down and more and more people left the dance floor. There were maybe only 7 couples left in the area, and two of them were Dean and (F/N) and Neville and me. Neville and I had chatted for a bit before getting closer. Neville had both his hands on my waist and I had mine wrapped around his neck. I laid my head on his chest and we both closed our eyes and relaxed. "(Y/N)… may I ask why you wanted to dance with me…?" Neville suddenly asked quietly. I opened my eyes again and looked up at him.

"You asked me if I wanted to go to the ball with you… and…" I shyly played with his collar slightly before smiling at him. It didn't do me any good to hide anything, especially from Neville. His puppy eyes made me soften and all I could do was tell him the truth. "… I've really taken a liking to you since the first dance lesson with you…" My words made Neville blush and he looked at me in shock. He stopped and looked deep into my eyes. He was probably looking for some hint of lie in my eyes, but he couldn't find any. My eyes were full of honesty and love as I looked into his eyes.

"Y-you… like me…? So in the sense of… you love me…?” He then asked again. His uncertainty made me laugh a little, but I also nodded slightly. "Yes… I love you, Neville…" I then confessed to him and I looked lovingly into his eyes. It was as if we were the only people in the room. He also looked deep into my eyes before leaning towards me. "C-can I kiss you…?" He then whispered quietly. He had already closed his eyes slightly, so turning him away now would break his heart. ,, It would be a honour to me…" I then accepted his question with a grin.

The next moment I felt Neville's lips on my lips and I closed my eyes in relaxation. I happily stood on my tiptoes and sighed relaxedly against his lips. Neville's grip around my waist tightened, but it remained loving and respectful. When we pulled away from each other, we looked deep into each other's eyes. "I love you too, my rose…" He then murmured softly against my lips. His words made me grin and I pressed my lips to his again.

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The heart’s deepest desire.

Neville Longbottom x Reader

Y/N L/N was a very curious student, their boyfriend Neville Longbottom could definitely second that. They were always exploring about the castle and its grounds, searching for new findings each day. Usually they were accompanied by Neville, but nonetheless, he was always the first person they would go to whenever they found something new.

Which is what lead them to the Hogwarts Greenhouses, running up to the man himself pottering about to tell him about what could very well be their best find yet.

“Neville! There you are!” They exclaimed, out of breath. “Here I am! Are you alright there, love? You seem a little frazzled… oh! I know that look, what did you find this time?” He asked, excitedly.

They smiled with a tinge of blush on their cheeks, after all this time he still managed to make them flustered. “I think this may very well be my best find yet, Nev!” They declared.

“My darling, I’m positive you say that every time…” He laughed. “Well I mean it a whole lot more this time! You have to come see for yourself!” They took his hand in theirs, leading him through the grand castle.

“Wow, you sure did a lot of adventuring today that’s for sure!” Neville smiled. “It’s not that far to go I promise.” They had travelled down hidden stairs, walked cobweb-ridden corridors, and faced a loose Cornish Pixie or two before arriving in an almost abandoned dark room, the only light emitted by their wands and the fleeting sun through the frosted glass windows. The room was bare, save for a tall golden mirror with rusted engraving in the middle.

“Merlin, I see why you were so excited, this is beautiful!” Neville exclaimed, “It is, isn’t it. But I’ve found it’s not any old mirror. Go on, stand in front of it!” They moved next to the mirror, allowing Neville to see for himself what mystery the mirror held.

Neville shut his eyes and stepped in front of the mirror, taking a deep breath he opened his eyes and studied his reflection. By the look on his face they could tell he had seen something other than his regular reflection, just as they had.

“Pretty amazing right?” They gushed. Neville remained silent, noticing his lack of reply they looked up at his expression, seeing tears well up in his eyes. “Neville, love… is what you see…is it not what you’d hoped?” They asked worriedly.

“It’s you.” He replied softly. “It’s us.” He added, “Us and my parents…” It was then that they understood why he was tearful, whether happy or sad tears, they knew the outcome would be the same. Neville was seeing his greatest desire, yet he couldn’t have it.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve thought this through…” they apologised. “No, Y/N, no apologies.” He stopped them, shaking his head. “I see them, yes but they look so proud of me, of both of us.“ He smiles. “They are proud of you Neville, I understand they can’t express it, but the way I see them look at you, even without an enchanted mirror. I know deep down that they love you and they are so, so proud of you.” They walked over and took his hand, guiding him to the window sill.

They cupped his face in their hands, green eyes meeting Y/E/C ones. “I know part of your deepest desire cant be achieved, but I will do anything I can to make as much of it possible.” They promised. Neville brought his hand up to hold one of the ones on his cheek, caressing the back of their hand in a silent thank you.

Walking out of the door, beginning their journey back to the Great Hall for dinner, Neville smiled and stopped them. “We were in wedding attire by the way.”

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Growing Pains - Remus J. Lupin part five

Growing Pains – part five

A Hogwarts Tale

Remus Lupin x Fem!WitchReader

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This is part five of a multiple part series. You can find part four here

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Your class of third-year Hufflepuffs and Griffindors was extremely boisterous today. The teenagers were never really quiet by any means, but this was something different. Something was bothering them and you intended to find out before starting your lesson because you could tell no one was going to pay attention otherwise.  

‘Attention please! What a commotion. Who can tell me what’s going on? Yes, Ron. Please do tell,’ you said, looking at the red-headed boy who was frowning. 

‘It’s professor Snape, professor Y/L/N. He filled in for professor Lupin for Defence Against the Dark Arts class and it was such a horrible lesson. He gave us so much homework as well,’ Ron Weasley explained. 

‘Two roles of parchment on werewolves, professor Y/L/N,’ Neville Longbottom added with a look of terror in his eyes. You knew the boy was terribly afraid of Severus Snape and failing and you immediately felt sorry for him. 

‘He didn’t listen when we told him we’re not supposed to be learning about werewolves in a long time,’ Hermione Granger added. 

You suddenly felt nauseous. What a pathetic and immature move Severus made. It didn’t sit well with you that he seemed to be out to get Remus in ways that were beyond you. The idea that students would find out about Remus’ condition scared you. You took a deep breath. 

‘Okay, I totally understand why you’re upset, but you should discuss this with professor Lupin when he returns. I’m sure he will arrange something for you.’

‘Professor Lupin is the best Defence teacher we ever had. I hope he is back soon,’ Dean Thomas said and you couldn’t help but smile. 

‘I’m glad to hear that, Dean. But for now, I need every single one of you to focus on Charms because I have a very exciting lesson planned for today. Please, books and quills away, all you need is your wand,’ you said while making a mental note to confront Severus yourself. This was just nasty bullying and it needed to stop. 

Excited mumbles filled the classroom. A wands-only class was usually the favorite type of lesson for the students. 

‘We’re discussing counter-spells today. Can anyone tell me what a counter-spell is?’ you asked and it wasn't a surprise that  Hermione Granger had raised her hand. You let her answer the question correctly, awarded her with 5 points for Gryffindor and then went to demonstrate the spell. All the while, Remus was on your mind. 

~~**~~

When the third-years left the classroom, chatting excitedly about the lesson they just had, you quickly grabbed your bag and Remus’ cloak. You wanted to talk to Severus before dinner and return Remus’ cloak after. 

‘All right there, Neville?’ you asked the boy who seemed to dawdle. 

‘I really messed up today. Everyone else performed at least one successful counter-spell. Everyone but me,’ he answered while looking at the ground. 

‘It was just the first lesson, Neville. You’ll have plenty of time to catch up. No one did it perfectly, except...'

‘Hermione,’ he finished your sentence. 

‘Yes. But Hermione is in a league of her own. You know what, Neville? I’m free tonight after dinner. If you want to we can practice some more together.’

‘Really? I could really use the extra time,’ the boy answered a bit shy.

‘Well, that’s settled then. I’ll see you here, in this classroom after dinner.’ Neville thanked you and then left. You did as well, but instead of heading for the Great Hall, you walked towards the dungeons. 

The closer you got to Severus’ office, the colder it seemed to get. Fortunately, you still had Remus’ cloak with you and you put it on. The familiar smell of earth and chocolate filled your nostrils when you pulled the cloak around you. 

‘Y/N? Are you lost?’ 

When you looked down the hallway you saw Severus Snape walking towards you, his dark eyes piercing yours. 

‘Severus. I was actually on my way to your office, I wanted to ask you something.’

‘I was just on my way to the Great Hall. We could walk together,’ he answered kindly with the tiniest hint of a smile around his lips. It was confusing to you. How could he be so kind to you, yet so cruel to Remus? 

‘You had a question, Y/N?’

‘Well, I heard a rumor and I wanted to check with you if it was true.’ It was only half a lie. You knew it was true, you were just interested to see what he had to say for himself. Maybe it was all a misunderstanding. Maybe the students had exaggerated, you knew Severus was only popular with the students from his own house Slytherin. Mainly because he favored them so much over the other students. 

‘Ah, I see. And what is this rumor?’ he asked. 

‘The third-years say that you taught them about werewolves when you filled in for Remus. They were quite upset about the amount of homework you gave them,’ you explained. The look on his face immediately changed, his smile disappeared and his eyes narrowed. 

'Lupin should be glad his classes are taking care of while he is… unwell. I thought it would be good to arm the students with appropriate information concerning his condition. Who knows, they might need it. We want our students to be safe, of course.’

For a moment you weren’t sure how to respond. 

‘You can’t be serious. The students are safe,’ you said. When a group of Slytherins appeared in the hallway and looked at you two curiosly, you continued in a whisper. 

'I personally think it's pathetic to bully someone. Especially when you're both adults and you should know better. Your potion is supposed to keep him safe. So make sure you do your part and stop this childish behavior.’ 

Severus looked at you for a moment but didn’t reply. It was a relief when you finally arrived at the Great Hall and both took a seat at the staff table. You felt a bit disappointed when you noticed Remus wasn’t there, but enjoyed the food while listening to Rubeus Hagrid talk about a creature he spotted in the Forbidden Forest. 

~~**~~

After dinner, for which Remus never showed, you went back to your classroom. You found Neville Longbottom already waiting for you. You sat down opposite the boy and conjured a teacup out of thin air. With another wave of your wand you made it dance. It was Neville’s task to perform the counter-spell so the jinx would be lifted. 

‘Okay, listen Neville. You are almost there. Your incantation is good, but it should be a bit more powerful. Your wand movement is still a bit messy. It’s really important to keep your hand as still as possible. I’m sure you can do it. I saw you repair your remembrall and you did great!’ you said. 

He mumbled something under his breath.

‘I’m sorry, Neville, I didn’t quite catch that.’

‘I’m so clumsy,’ the boy repeated a bit louder. 

‘Reparo is one of my most used spells, I’m terribly clumsy as well,’ you said to him truthfully. The number of times you had knocked something over or dropped something only to quickly repair it before anyone else saw it was embarrassing. The boy smiled shyly. 

‘So, come on. Give it your best shot. You know the wand movement. Now you have to believe you can do it. Show me,’ you cheered the boy on. It was in that moment you saw something move. When you looked up you saw Remus, leaning against the doorpost. Arms crossed and looking at you. He placed his index finger over his lips and then pointed at Neville. The boy was so focused on the task before him that he hadn’t noticed someone else enter. 

‘F-f-finite,’ Neville said softly, but his stutter and the unsure wand movement didn’t have the effect he wanted to achieve. The cup kept dancing.  

‘That’s okay, Neville. You have to be a bit firmer. Speak loud and clear. Once more,’ you said with a smile. The boy tried. And again. And again. You couldn’t help but look at Remus while the boy was practicing and saw him looking at the boy instead. 

‘Come on, Neville. Louder! Pretend you already performed this spell a hundred times. Pretend it’s a spell you’ve known your whole life. You can do it,’ you pressed on when you managed to peel your eyes off the man in your doorway. 

‘Finite!’ the boy said and this time his spell had worked. The cup you had jinxed to dance around the table stopped dead in his tracks. 

‘Yes! Great work, Neville!’ you yelled enthusiastically. A proud smile appeared on the boy’s face. 

‘Indeed. Well done, Neville,’ Remus said with a smile.

‘Professor Lupin. Are you feeling better?’ Neville asked when he had turned around. 

‘Luckily I am,' Remus answered.

‘Well, professor Snape gave us a lot of homework for Defence against the Dark Arts and we tried to tell him what subject we were working on but he didn’t listen and…’ 

‘It’s okay, Neville. I’ll talk to professor Snape. You don’t have to do the homework,’ Remus said calmly. The boy instantly relaxed. 

‘That’s great news, professor. I’ll go and tell the otherGryffindors,’ Neville said with a sigh of relief and got up. 

‘Thank you so much for helping me, professor Y/L/N.’ 

‘Of course, Neville. No problem at all, you did great,’ you answered with a smile.

When Neville had left, Remus walked over to your desk and sat down opposite you.

'Your teaching is so effortless. I feel like I need you to teach me how to teach, if that makes sense,’ he said with a warm smile. His presence immediately made you nervous, his compliment made your cheeks burn. 

‘I’m just helping Neville with his confidence because that’s the only issue. He’s actually quite skilled at Charms,’ you said airily, hoping he wouldn’t notice your flushed cheeks. 

‘You don’t have to put in all the extra effort, but you do. The students really like you,’ he pressed on. You looked into his green eyes for a while, trying to determine if he was being serious or just trying to flatter you. 

‘Why would you say that? Who knows what these students think nowadays? They might think I’m very boring or incapable of teaching for all we know,’ you said quickly. Even though you had been teaching for a couple of weeks now, you still felt so new and awkward about it. 

‘I might have overheard some students in the corridors, gushing over how fun and smart you are and about how much they are learning,’ he simply said. A sense of pride swelled in your chest.

‘I’m glad to hear that. I tend to be insecure about it, you know,’ you said to him. 

‘No need. Just from watching you interact with Neville for ten minutes, assures me you are the right woman for the job,’ he added. 

‘I hear you’re not doing so bad yourself. Dean Thomas said during my lesson today that you're the best Defence professor they ever had and a lot of students agreed,’ you told him. 

Remus considered this for a moment and then shrugged.

‘Well, being compared to a man possessed by lord Voldemort and Gilderoy Lockhart, I'm not sure it's as big of a compliment as you might think. The third-years have been very unfortunate when it comes to Defence professors,’ he then answered. 

‘Oh come on, Remus. You're being way too modest.’

‘Maybe. But I know for a fact that your job at the Ministry was way below your abilities as well, Y/N.’ You raised your eyebrows.

'It is actually really important work, thank you very much. I helped a lot of people during my time at the Ministry,’ you snapped back. Maybe he was right. You knew the job at the Ministry was an easy choice for you, but you had been content. You knew you were good at it and you liked to feel competent. Him confronting you with the fact that you could do better, felt weirdly intimate, like he really knew you.

'Yeah I’m sure you did help a lot of people. I bet you did a really good job and I wonder if they will find someone as capable to replace you, but that’s besides the point. Did it make you happy?’

When you didn’t respond right away, he smirked.

‘I thought so. Teaching comes so naturally for you. You’re doing a great job.’ 

‘Thank you, Remus. But I’m sure you didn’t come here to compliment my teaching skills,’ you said to change the subject. You knew Remus meant well, but it made you a bit uncomfortable. His expression changed and became more serious. 

‘No. You still seem to be in possession of my cloak and since this castle is extremely cold, I was wondering if I could have it back.’ You quickly grabbed the cloak from the back of your chair and handed it back to him. 

‘Thank you. Also, Severus told me you came to see him. He was under the impression I asked you to speak with him about his werewolf lesson,’ Remus added. His tone had changed, it was less relaxed now.

‘I did, but I never said you asked me to. I just had to say something. That man is so..’  you started babbling, but Remus interrupted before you could describe what he was exactly.  

‘I can fight my own battles, Y/N. I would appreciate it if you would let me handle this by myself.’ You shook your head in disbelief. 

‘You would never have said something about this to Severus.’

‘It's not worth it. Let Severus act like this. I’m not letting it get to me. If he really wanted to hurt me, he could easily mess up the Wolfsbane potion and since he hasn’t done that, I have a lot to be grateful for.’

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him. It was obvious you two weren’t going to agree on this topic. He smiled and put a hand on your arm. Every little touch made your heart race and you looked away, feeling a bit intimidated by gaze. 

‘Harry,’ you said, when your eyes landed on a boy with messy hair and bright green eyes who was standing in the door way. 

‘I’m Remus, love,’ Remus said with a look of confusion in his eyes. You sat up straight and pulled your arm back. 

‘Funny. Harry Potter is standing in the doorway,’ you answered. Remus turned around and saw the boy standing, immediately moving even farther away from you. 

‘Ah right. Hello Harry, how are you?’ Remus asked quickly. 

‘I’m fine, professor Lupin. Neville told me he saw you here, so I figured you were feeling better. I was wondering if I could ask you some questions about dementors. If I’m not interrupting, of course,’ the boy explained. You saw him looking at the two of you, probably trying to figure out why his Defence and Charms professors were sitting so close to each other in an empty classroom during the evening. 

‘Of course, Harry. I was just here to ask professor Y/L/N something. Shall we go to my office? I’ll see you later, Y/N,’ Remus said. You nodded and watched Remus and Harry leave. 

When they had left, it suddenly bothered you the boy had seen you and Remus so close to each other. What if he told his friends his Defence and his Charms professor seemed really close? You could only imagine the rumors that would start circling around in the corridors. Just when you finally started to believe you were doing a good job teaching, your personal life was becoming messy.

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Part six

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“your girl” series: part 1 | (part 2) | part 3

(can be read as a standalone)

pairing: neville longbottom x fem!reader word count: 3.1k tags: rated G, house-neutral reader, outsider POV, fluff, pre-relationship, Y/N used summary: three times neville’s friends knew he had a crush on you. note: my first request yay! this idea stuck in my head and i couldn’t do anything else until i finished it. even though each of these scenes are referenced directly in the first part, this can probably still be read as a standalone. enjoy and thanks for reading!   request: @typicallydepressedandanxious​ “I know you’re currently editing a Neville fic, but I was wondering if you could do a kind of part two to ‘your girl’ More so just each time someone in the group thought Neville had a crush on the reader? That part was just so cute and fluffy and I wanna read more of it.” [x]   (crossposted here to AO3)

September 1, 1991:

Hermione stepped out of yet another compartment and shut the door behind her, muffling the giggles that followed her out into the corridor: a group of girls—sixth years at least—who’d been just as rude as they were unhelpful. Honestly, she thought to herself, exasperated, what’s so funny about a missing toad?

Neville still looked to be on the verge of tears, just as he had for the past half hour. He’d been far too frazzled to be of any real use during their search for Trevor, and it didn’t help that he seemed to be rather shy, but Hermione didn’t mind doing the most of the legwork. It was better that Neville followed her lead, anyway.

“Oh, we’re never going to find him, are we?” Neville despaired.

“We’ve still got one more car to look through,” Hermione said. She was nothing if not determined. “Come on, he must be here somewhere, I’m sure of it.”

The two of them moved further along down the Hogwarts Express, entering the final passenger car on the train. Hermione turned to the first compartment, Neville lingering over her shoulder, and abruptly slid open the door, startling the four students inside.

“Have any of you seen a toad? Neville’s lost his,” Hermione asked for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon.

The two boys who’d been chatting on the left side exchanged baffled looks with one another. On the right side, a slightly older girl slumped against the window was blinking in confusion, only half-awake from the nap she’d been taking.

And next to her was you, an open book resting in your lap.

“Is that A Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch?” Hermione asked with great interest, not bothering to wait for a response on Trevor’s whereabouts. “I’ve only read about halfway through it, unfortunately, but I suspect I’ll be able to finish before the first lesson. It sounds like such fascinating magic. What are your thoughts on the second chapter? Are you also a first year? My name’s Hermione Granger, by the way.”

You floundered for a moment at the sudden barrage of information, staring at Hermione with wide eyes. “Yes, I-I’m a first year. Y/N L/N,” you eventually stammered. “And, um, I’m afraid I haven’t gotten that far yet. I’ve just been— skimming, I suppose.”

“Oh.” Hermione frowned, disappointed. “Well, there’s still about an hour left until we reach Hogwarts. You have enough time to get through the preface, I’m sure. In the meantime, have you seen a toad around here? Any of you?” Hermione addressed the whole compartment.

You glanced at the other three students. The girl next to you had already fallen back asleep, and the two boys only shrugged, clearly disinterested. “I don’t think we have, sorry,” you said. “But… I could help you two look, if you’d like?”

“Hm. I guess another pair of eyes couldn’t hurt. As long as you want to, that is,” Hermione said.

“It’s fine, I’d like to help,” you said, smiling. You left your book on the bench as you followed her and Neville out into the corridor. Once the door was shut behind you, you lowered your voice a bit, adding, “I’d much rather hang out here with the both of you, anyway. No one in my compartment seemed very keen on talking to a first year.”

“You can sit with us after we’ve finished looking,” Hermione offered. “We were riding with two other first years, but they left a while ago to find their friends, so there should still be room.”

“Thank you, I’d really like that,” you said, smiling, then turned to address Neville. “Your name’s Neville, right? It’s your toad that’s missing?” you asked.

That’s when Hermione noticed just how violently red Neville’s face had turned. He no longer looked ready to cry, but he seemed almost… frightened? Or nervous, rather? She couldn’t quite pin his odd expression.

Neville nodded and swallowed harshly. “R-Right,” he stuttered. “Neville Longbottom. And Trevor. That’s— that’s my toad’s name. Trevor.”

“Nice to meet you, Neville. What does Trevor look like? Just in case we stumble across him.”

“Erm, he’s a smooth-sided toad. You know, about— this big,” Neville held his hands up, mimicking something roughly the side of a sandwich, “and he’s brown. His sides are darker than his back.”

“Cute,” you said, amused, which seemed to fluster Neville further. If possible, his face burned even brighter, and he was quite suddenly unable to meet your eyes, instead looking down at his shoes as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

And, oh, Hermione understood now.

Just then, a commotion back in the previous train car caught her attention. A muffled yell and a hard thump, followed by three boys—a pointy blonde and his two much larger companions—tumbling out of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley’s compartment.

“What sort of trouble could they possibly be up to?” Hermione huffed, hands on her hips as she watched the boys run away. She turned back to you and Neville. “I better go see what’s going on. You two keep looking for Trevor,” she ordered.

And with that, Hermione stomped off. She didn’t feel bad about temporarily leaving the two of you to your own devices. You seemed competent enough to lead the search for Neville’s missing toad, and telling by the way Neville was staring dazedly at your profile, he probably wouldn’t even notice her absence.

    February 14, 1994:

Seamus’s chess pieces didn’t trust Neville in the slightest. He thought it was quite funny, despite his friend’s frustration. Sure, they were a bit prickly with every new person they encountered, but Seamus had been playing chess with Neville since they were first years and they still yelled at him about his poor directions.

“Okay, um, left bishop, move one space diagonally to the right,” Neville said.

“Are you mad?” the little bishop turned to shout at Neville. “His knight will cut my head clean off! Look, you still have space to move your pawns, sacrifice one of them! They’re far less important than me!”

Neville groaned and hung his head between his knees while Seamus cackled. It was evening, not long after dinner, and there were a fair few other Gryffindors milling about the common room. Neville and Seamus, who were fortunate enough to have snagged a spot near the fire, were interrupted by the Fat Lady’s portrait swinging open, Dean stepping in through the opening.

“Ah, lover boy!” Seamus called, waving Dean over to join them. He plopped down next to Seamus on the couch, a bright smile lingering on his face as he surveyed the chessboard in front of them.

“Having a rough time, Neville?” Dean asked, nodding at the pile of white pieces Seamus had already collected off him. “Don’t worry, Seamus’s board is hard to play with. Not very friendly.”

“Hey!” the chess pieces cried out in an offended chorus. They went ignored.

“Never mind that,” Seamus said, knocking his elbow excitedly against Dean. “You gave it to her, right?”

“Yeah, in the library just now.”

“And?” Seamus ask impatiently.

Dean shrugged, ducking his head, though the smile remained on his face. “She liked it. I charmed it to float over to her table and she got all embarrassed. But like, in a good way. It was cute.”

“Wait, what are you two talking about?” Neville asked.

“Dean’s in loooove,” Seamus sing-songed. Dean whacked him in the arm, cutting him off.

“Shut up, no I’m not!” he laughed.

Neville grinned at his roommates, entertained. “Oh really? With who, then?”

“Y/N,” Seamus supplied immediately, wiggling his eyebrows. He’d spent the last two weeks listening to Dean fret over his newfound crush and the various romantic gestures he’d been concocting for Valentine’s Day—Seamus even pitching in his own ideas whenever Dean drew a blank. Needless to say, he was eager to tease his best friend now that he’d finally made a move, letting the cat out of the bag.

On the other side of the low table, sat in the armchair he and Seamus had pulled up to play chess, all amusement had dropped from Neville’s face. He gaped at Dean and Seamus.

“Y/N L/N?” Neville asked.

“Yeah, ‘course. She’s your friend; what other Y/N would we be talking about?” Seamus said.

“I-I don’t know, I just… I didn’t…” Neville trailed off. His troubled expression went unnoticed by the other two Gryffindors.

“I picked up a chocolate frog for her last weekend in Hogsmeade. And a card,” Dean said happily. “It was a bit cheesy, but it had a dragon on it. You said she’s really interested in dragons, right, Neville?”

“…Right.” Neville’s voice was flat.

“So what now? You gonna ask her out anytime soon?” Seamus asked.

Dean shrugged again, scratching the back of his neck. “Maybe. I’m working up to it. I think I might—”

Neville cut him off.

“What kind of dragon was it?”

“…What?”

“What kind of dragon was it? On the card,” he insisted.

“Uh. I don’t know. It was red—?”

“Her favorite is the Welsh Green.”

Seamus shared a confused look with Dean, who seemed equally as lost. Neville’s face was hard in a way neither of them had seen before, his posture tense as he gripped the armrests of his chair tight enough to blanch his knuckles. Even the chess pieces had paused to watch the exchange.

“Well, I mean… red is a Valentine’s Day color,” Seamus reasoned hesitantly.

Dean nodded his assent. “Yeah, mate, every card there was red and pink and full of glitter. I really don’t think it matters—”

“It does matter, because her favorite is a Welsh Green! If you knew her at all you would’ve gotten her one with a bloody Welsh Green!” Neville exclaimed, standing suddenly from his chair. He jostled the table in the process and the chess pieces cried out as they rattled around on the board.

Dean and Seamus weren’t the only ones who stared as Neville quickly stalked away, crossing the common room and disappearing up the stairs to the boys’ dormitory. His outburst had caught the attention of the other nearby Gryffindors, who all immediately started whispering to one another and casting curious glances towards the two boys left behind on the couch. Their mouths hung open in shock.

“Merlin! What the hell was his problem?” Dean sputtered after a lengthy pause, more baffled than he was angry. “All that because of a stupid card?”

Seamus slowly shook his head. “I don’t think that was about the card, Dean,” he said, absently watching the abandoned chess pieces as they grumbled and shuffled around the board, reordering themselves.

He’d never given your friendship with Neville much thought before, in all honesty. You and Neville hung around each other a lot, sure. But none of it had stuck out to Seamus. Maybe because he didn’t know you very well. Maybe because he didn’t know Neville as well as he thought, either. Shy, unremarkable, scatterbrained Neville.

But now, thinking about it—

Now things made a lot more sense.

    December 25, 1994:

Ginny liked Neville.

Not romantically, of course. Unfortunately, that place in her heart was quite firmly taken by the boy who was currently sulking alongside her idiot brother at an empty dining table after they’d both been ditched by the Patil twins.

But Neville was a good friend. He was sweet, and kind, and had been nothing but a gentleman to her for the whole duration of the Yule Ball, despite his frequent awkwardness and the many times he had accidentally stepped on her toes while attempting to dance. He was trying his best to be a good date, and Ginny appreciated that.

She just wished, perhaps a bit selfishly, that she’d been asked to the ball by a boy who actually wanted to go with her, rather than a boy who was so clearly in love with another girl and torn up over the fact that she’d arrived on someone else’s arm.

“Why didn’t you ask Y/N to the ball?”

Ginny’s question startled Neville, even though it really shouldn’t have. She’d made a very conscious effort to keep her voice neutral—curious rather than confrontational. Nevertheless, Neville fumbled his cup of punch, a bit a sloshing over onto his hand.

“What? What do you mean?” he asked. His voice had risen an octave.

Ginny nodded towards the dancefloor. There, you and Pyotr Belinsky from Durmstrang had your hands clasped together, wearing wide smiles as you jumped and danced around in time to the Weird Sisters. They were playing something wild and fast-paced. You were one person in a sea of moving bodies, and yet you’d drawn Neville’s eyes like a beacon all night long.

“She’s your friend,” Ginny said simply.

Neville looked away, his expression pained.

“You’re my friend too,” he mumbled, plucking a napkin from a nearby table to wipe his hand. The two of them had stepped off to the side of the Great Hall, taking a short break from the party to finish their drinks.

Ginny gave him look. “You know what I mean, Longbottom.”

He didn’t answer. His mouth was set in a tight line.

“C’mon,” Ginny urged, though she kept her tone gentle, “you’re not very subtle. You only asked me to the ball after moping around the castle for three days when you found out Y/N was going with that Belinsky fellow, and you looked quite unhappy to be doing so.”

Neville’s cheeks flushed, eyes growing wide with alarm. “Ginny, that’s not— I’m sorry if I came across that w—”

She waved him off. “Calm down, I’m not offended or anything. Genuinely. I just don’t understand why you’re not here with Y/N instead.”

He slumped a bit then, heaving a big sigh as he seemed to finally give up on the pretense. Sympathetic as she was, Ginny was glad for it. Neville was a terrible liar. He gave himself away before even opening his mouth.

“Erm— I suppose I was… scared. I-I’m not the most brave, you know,” he said, his voice meek and barely audible over the music.

Ginny frowned. “She would’ve said yes if you’d asked, surely.” Anyone could see how close you and Neville were.

“Yeah, because we’re friends. You said it yourself,” Neville huffed. Meanwhile, a round of applause rose up as the Weird Sisters finished their current song. Harsh guitar riffs and heavy drums faded out into something much softer, slower.

“And you don’t want to be her friend,” Ginny concluded.

“Of course I want to be her friend. She’s the best one I’ve ever had,” Neville said, earnest.

“You don’t want to only be her friend, then.”

“…No.” He paused, stared down into his punch. “She would never like me like that, though. Why would she look twice at me when she has guys like Belinsky asking her to the ball? It’s impossible. I’m not— I’m not good enough.”

“Neville,” Ginny began. He shook his head.

“It’s fine,” he rushed to say, once again lying rather poorly. “We should really talk about something else, anyway. It’s not fair to you if I just spend the whole night whingeing about my own stupid prob—”

“Nev!”

Neville’s head snapped up at the sound of your voice. You were just ahead, alone, one hand hiking your skirt up off the ground as you weaved through the dining tables towards him and Ginny, trying not to totter on your heels.

“Hey!” you greeted when you reached them, a big smile on your face. Some of your hair had fallen from its style, and you quickly tried to smooth it back into place. “Great party, isn’t it? How’re you two doing? Having a good time?”

“Of course. I’ve never seen the Great Hall look so gorgeous,” Ginny jumped to say, sensing that Neville still needed a moment to gather himself—his confession and your arrival had clearly left him a bit overwhelmed.

“Right? It’s amazing,” you said, looking up at the frosted walls of the Great Hall and the greenery hung across the ceiling. “Pyotr said that Durmstrang’s castle is nowhere near as beautiful as Hogwarts. Though they do have us beat when it comes to the scenery, apparently, being up in the mountains and all.”

Neville cleared his throat. He was still quite tense, but overall, mostly composed. “Where is he, by the way? Belinsky, I mean,” he asked, glancing over your shoulder.

“Oh, he just went off to the loo. And anyway, I told him you owed me dance,” you said with a sly grin. Then, glancing over at Ginny, “If that’s alright with both of you, of course.”

Ginny practically wrenched Neville’s drink out of his hand and shoved him into your arms—not actually, but close enough, what with her sudden enthusiasm.

“More than!” Ginny said brightly, urging her date forward. “Go on, Neville. I can entertain myself for a song or three.”

He looked back over his shoulder as you led him toward the crowd of slow dancing students, mouthing “Three?” at Ginny with a very, very red face. She only gave him a thumbs-up in response, watching as you and Neville found your spot on the dancefloor. He looked rather flustered when you stood close and placed his hand on your waist, but soon enough you seemed to relax into one another—chatting, smiling, moving gently with the music.

Ginny could see it plain as day: you and Neville just fit together, like the most natural thing in the world. There was no doubt in her mind that the two of you were inevitable. It warmed her heart just as much as it struck a pang of envy within her.

She took a sip of Neville’s punch, risking a glance towards Harry and her brother. They were still sat alone at the same table, heads bowed together as Ron prattled on about something or another. But Harry was only listening with half an ear, Ginny could tell, because his bitter gaze was firmly planted on Cho Chang, currently being twirled around the dancefloor by Cedric Diggory.

Ginny sighed and tried not to let it sting. Most boys were idiots, she’d decided. Especially when they were teenagers. She often wondered if and when they would ever be worth her time.

But if you’d been lucky enough to find one as good as Neville, Ginny couldn’t help but hope that maybe, eventually, she would too.

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I see you do hp X readers do you think you could do Neville X Ravenclaw M! Reader where the reader helps with potions or something :))

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Part Two

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Requested by: Anon

Neville Longbottom x Male!Ravenclaw!Reader

Both Neville and the reader are in their... idk, (coming up with this right now)... 5th year? It doesn't really follow the OG plot so... yeah.

Oh, and it might not be very in-character, but I tried my best.

OH ONE LAST THING- This insinuates Hermione x Pansy because I cherish my headcanons.

I hope you like it!

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(Y/N) walked up to the castle after attending Care of Magical Creatures, deciding to use his free hour to read in the Great Hall. The library was always too crowded this time of day, meaning Madame Pince was extra irritated. So basically an altogether bad situation that (Y/N) wanted to avoid.

He walked into the slightly crowded (though quieter than the library) Hall, making his way towards his table. (Y/N) took off his blue and silver scarf, setting it on the table with his bag before sitting down on the bench. He pulled out a book that his Gryffindor friend, Hermione, had recommended him. It was just for leisure reading, which he was enjoying. Just as he opened to the previously marked page, said Gryffindor friend sat down in front of him.

"Oh, (Y/N), you will not believe what just happened in potions! Snape threatened to use Neville's potion on his toad, Trevor! We all know Neville isn't skilled in potions, so I had to step in to help and got points taken from Gryffindor for 'Speaking out of turn'! Snape is a vile man. Poor Neville," Hermione ranted as she pulled out several course books and blank pieces of parchment. (Y/N) assumed she had been assigned an essay or two.

"Are Neville and Trevor alright?" he asked, eyebrows creasing in concern. He'd never really talked to Neville, but he seemed sweet and definitely didn't deserve Snape's wrath.

"Trevor is, I'm not sure about Neville, though," she answered, dipping her quill in her ink pot.

(Y/N) thought for a moment before pulling a parchment from his own bag, along with a quill and ink. He wrote a letter to Neville and slipped it into an envelope he had. He wrote Neville's name in swirly cursive on the front and slid it over to Hermione, which made her look up from her work.

"What's this?" she asked, picking up the paper and reading the name.

"I was wondering if you could deliver that to Neville the next time you see him?"

"Sure. You have lovely penmanship, by the way," she complimented as she slipped it into her bag.

"Thank you, it took practice." (Y/N) chuckled and returned to his book.

...

Later that night Hermione returned to her common room after splitting off from (Y/N), the two having walked together until they had to part ways. The portrait opened after she gave it the password and she climbed in, searching the filled room for Harry and Ron. She spotted them easily enough, and Neville was conveniently sitting with them.

Hermione approached them as she removed her scarf and put it in her bag, trading it for the letter.

"Hello, boys. Here, Neville, my friend asked me to give this to you," she explained as she held the letter out towards Neville. He seemed surprised as he took it, blinking when he saw his name.

"Wow, I don't think I've ever seen my name written this pretty. Who's your friend?" Neville asked as he traced the letters gently with his finger.

"(Y/N) (L/N) from Ravenclaw."

"Oh, (L/N)! He seems like a nice chap," Ron commented, Harry smiling and nodding in agreement.

"Quiet, though," Harry added.

"Hmm, not really," Hermione disagreed. "You just don't notice him."

Harry and Ron shrugged and the trio walked away, leaving Neville with his letter. He opened it and saw the same handwriting as his name. It was neat yet swirly cursive.

It read:

"Dear Neville,

You probably don't know me, but I'm (Y/N) (L/N) from Ravenclaw. I think we had herbology last year together. You were bloody brilliant in it.

Neville flushed at the compliment, lucky no one was watching him as he read it.

I was talking with Hermione and she told me what happened in potions. Is Trevor okay? I hope he is. I'm also worried for you, Snape can be cruel and you seem to be one of his favorite targets.

Neville flushed deeper- from both embarrassment and endearment. No one payed this much attention to him, much less send him a letter asking how Trevor was and expressing worry for himself.

I would like to help, if you'll let me. I'm almost top of my class in potions and can help you learn. Tutor you, if you will. You can either write back a response or find me. I frequent the library and Quidditch field often, so that's most likely where you'll find me.

Sincerely,

(Y/N) (L/N)

P.S. I'm serious about herbology, I could learn a thing or two from you."

//

Neville just blinked down at the paper he held. The cute Ravenclaw boy just offered to tutor him in potions and noticed his skill in herbology.

He decided he wasn't brave enough to talk to him in person, knowing he would turn into an embarrassing, red, blubbering mess. So he'd write him back.

Neville walked up to his dorm and sat down at the desk he and his dormmates shared. Pulling out a quill and parchment he wrote:

"ᴰᵉᵃʳ ⁽ʸ/ᴺ⁾

ᴹʸ ʰᵃⁿᵈʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱˢⁿ'ᵗ ⁿᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᵃˢ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵗʳʸ ᵐʸ ᵇᵉˢᵗ.

Neville bit his lip, his face and ears growing red from nerve's.

ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡⁱᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ ᵒⁿ ʰᵉʳᵇᵒˡᵒᵍʸ. ᴵ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵗˢ ˢᵒ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵃˢˢ ᵉᵃˢⁱᵉʳ.

ᵀʳᵉᵛᵒʳ ⁱˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ, ᴴᵉʳᵐⁱᵒⁿᵉ ʰᵉˡᵖᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ, ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ˢⁿᵃᵖᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵐᵃᵈ ᵃᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ⁱᵗ. ᴴᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ. ᴵ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵗᵘᵗᵒʳ ᵐᵉ! ᴵ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉˡᵖ ⁱᶠ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵃˢˢ ᵐʸ ᵉˣᵃᵐˢ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʸᵉᵃʳ. ᵂʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᴵ ᵈᵒ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿ?

ᴸᵒᵛᵉ, ʸᵒᵘʳˢ ᵀʳᵘˡʸ,

ᴺᵉᵛⁱˡˡᵉ ᴸᵒⁿᵍᵇᵒᵗᵗᵒᵐ

ᴾ.ˢ. ᴹᵃʸᵇᵉ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳᵇᵒˡᵒᵍʸ?"

//

Neville cast a quick spell to dry the ink, luckily without pulling a Seamus and setting it on fire, and slipped it into an envelope identical to the one (Y/N) sent, seeing as they were the school issued ones. He scribbled (Y/N)'s name over it messily and ran back down to the common room, hoping one of the girl's- or even Hermione herself- were there to receive the message to deliver the letter.

There were still a handful of people in the common room, including Lavender Brown.

"Excuse me, Lavender?" Neville asked, approaching her with the letter nervously clasped in his sweaty hands.

"Neville?" Lavender responded, standing up from the couch she was sitting on.

"Can you give this to Hermione? And please tell her to give it to... the Ravenclaw," Neville asked timidly, not using (Y/N)'s real name so that it wouldn't be traced back to him. The last thing Neville wanted was for (Y/N) to get teased for talking to him.

"Uhm... odd request, but alright. Goodnight, Neville."

"Goodnight, Lavender."

Lavender walked up the stairs to the girl's dorms and Neville prayed that Lavender "Gossip" Brown wouldn't be interested in opening it. Now that he thought about it, maybe he should've waited to give it to Hermione himself the next day. Well, it was too late now.

Riddled with anxiety about the letter, Neville fell into an uneasy sleep. All thoughts went back to the letter that he had safely stored in his case at the end of his bed.

...

"Boo!"

Hermione gasped with wide eyes and held a hand to her chest, her surprised look morphing into a glare.

(Y/N), on the other hand, found the reaction rather amusing.

"You better watch your back, (L/N)," Hermione warned, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"I always do, Granger." (Y/N) winked at her teasingly.

"Oh, by the way, Neville wrote you back." She turned tot he bookshelf in front of her and avoided eye contact as she pretended to browse.

"He did?! Where is it?"

"I'm not sure I should tell you after what you just pulled."

"Please, Hermione! I'll do anything!" (Y/N) dramatically fell to his knees as she loudly whispered, (they were still in a library, he's no animal). His hands clasped in front of his face as he pleadingly looked up at Hermione.

"...Anything?"

"I'm going to regret this, aren't I?" (Y/N) asked rhetorically, looking scared.

"Anything, like... giving me your secret list of muggle book recommendations that you've never let me see?" Hermione smirked as she raised a brow down at him.

(Y/N) hung his head and slowly stood up, revealing his defeated frown.

"Fine," he sighe dout.

"Yes!" Hermione hissed and jumped up and down. The only reason Madame Pince hadn't gotten after them yet was because they were her favorite students, and this was a rare occasion, them being slightly loud. "The letter is in my bag."

(Y/N) quickly walked over to the chair with Hermione's bag hanging off of it, finding the letter easily. He smiled as he saw Neville's nearly unintelligible scrawl spelling his name.

"What are you smiling about?" Hermione asked smugly, sitting down with the book she had successfully found.

"Isn't his handwriting adorable?" His cheesy smile broadened as he flipped the envelope for Hermione to see, sitting down across from her.

"I wouldn't say adorable, exactly Unreadable is a better word..." Hermione grimaced.

"Oh, hush," (Y/N) scolded as he gently opened the envelope, unfolding the paper and letting his eyes fall on the first words. "He even apologizes for it!" he gushed to the frizzy haired girl across from him, who responded with no more than an unimpressed look.

After reading the letter, (Y/N) quickly got the supplies out to respond, taking time to make his handwriting just as pretty as last time.

"Can you-"

"Give this to Neville? I'm not going to be an errand girl-"

"Come on, Hermione. Don't you want that list?" (Y/N) wiggled his eyebrows, trying to convince Hermione to keep exchanging the letters for them.

She rolled her eyes and groaned, but took the letter anyways.

"Thank you~" (Y/N) sugarcoated it but Hermione wasn't complaining.

"Get met hat list and it's no problem."

...

Neville sought Hermione out this time, eager for a response.

"Hermione, did you get anything from (L/N)?" he asked, not even trying to hide his interest.

"You're in luck." Hermione smiled and handed Neville the letter. She knew her closest friend (outside of Harry and Ron) was falling in love with the Gryffindor boy, and she was thrilled it was being reciprocated.

Neville ran up to the dorm, glad it was empty, and opened the letter carefully, as not to damage it.

"Dear Neville,

I'm glad to hear back from you! I am also glad to hear that Trevor remains unharmed.

On the topic of tutoring; you needn't repay me. I am happy to tutor you free of charge. I wouldn't mind hearing about herbology, though. Maybe after our first session we could sit together at lunch and you could tell me about your plants? Only if you'd like to, of course.

Love,

(Y/N) (L/N)

P.S. Meet me in the library on Thursday during free hour before lunch? ♥"

//

Not only had he signed off with "Love", he added a heart at the end. Neville was probably reading too much into it but that didn't stop his heart from racing and his face from heating up. This man was perfect, Neville was sure of it.

"ᴰᵉᵃʳ ⁽ʸ/ᴺ⁾,

ᵀʰᵘʳˢᵈᵃʸ, ᶠʳᵉᵉ ʰᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ˡᵘⁿᶜʰ. ᴵ'ˡˡ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵉⁿ.

ᴸᵒᵛᵉ,

ᴺᵉᵛⁱˡˡᵉ ᴸᵒⁿᵍᵇᵒᵗᵗᵒᵐ

ᴾ.ˢ. ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵘʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ˡⁱˢᵗᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ᵈʳᵒⁿᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵐʸ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵗˢ. ♥"

//

Both the heart and the word "Love" seemed hesitant, the lines shaky and the ink faint. Neville wasn't used to being this bold but it felt right. With (Y/N) it felt right.

Neville gave it to Hermione and thanked her after she assured him she'd deliver it the next day.

...

(Y/N) stood by the "potions" shelf, which was coincidentally nearest to the door. He didn't want Neville to walk in, not see him, and assume he'd been pranked.

"(L/N)?" his hesitant voice asked, catching (Y/N)'s attention.

"Neville! Please, call me (Y/N)."

He held out a hand and Neville shook it, both dazed by the comforting feeling it had brought them both.

"Would you like to take a seat? I've collected some books that I think would be helpful."

Neville, was was still trying to shake out of the effect (Y/N)'s voice had on him, nodded and sat down at a nearby table.

"T-thanks," Neville stuttered as he pulled out parchments to take notes on. He wasn't used to this kind of attention.

"It's no problem. Now, if you just tell me where you have the most trouble we can start there." He flashed Neville a reassuring smile, making Neville return it with a more timid one.

...

Soon enough the hour was coming to an end, making (Y/N) sigh in disappointment as he looked away from the clock.

"It seems that lunch time is approaching." He stood and went to check out the books they had studied for Neville, leaving him to scramble his notes together and stand up.

"Can I take you up on your offer?" Neville asked as Madame Pince handed (Y/N) the books. He looked Neville with a kind, but confused stare, seemingly not remembering.

"To, uh... to sit together at lunch and talk about herbology..."

A look of understanding swept across (Y/N)'s face, making a smile appear as he held out the books.

"Of course! Would you like to sit at the Ravenclaw table or your own?"

"Ravenclaw." He didn't need his friends hounding him about the cute boy he was sitting with.

Neville reached out to take the books and their fingers brushed, shivers running up Neville's back while the tips of (Y/N)'s ears turned the faintest shade of red.

"Let's get going, shall we?" (Y/N) gestured to the door, letting Neville take the lead.

...

"Neville has another letter for you," Hermione revealed, the mischievous look on her face putting (Y/N) on edge.

"Really?!" They hadn't spoken since the day before at lunch, when they scheduled the next session for the same time the following week.

"What're you so excited for?"

"Don't be daft, Hermione."

"I want to hear you say it."

"I want you to confess how you feel about Pansy, but we can't all get what we want."

"So you do like Neville!"

"Did you just admit to liking Pansy?"

"What?"

"What?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and slid the paper over to (Y/N), trying to calm the red in her cheeks. He eagerly opened it, excited to add to his growing collection of letters.

"ᴰᵉᵃʳ ⁽ʸ/ᴺ⁾,

ᴵ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ.

ᴵ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵉᵈ ˡᵘⁿᶜʰ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʷᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵈᵒ ⁱᵗ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ˢᵒᵒⁿ.

ᵀʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡˡ ᴵ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ. ᴵ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ˡᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ.

ᴸᵒᵛᵉ,

ᴺᵉᵛⁱˡˡᵉ ᴸᵒⁿᵍᵇᵒᵗᵗᵒᵐ

ᴾ.ˢ. ᴸᵒᵒᵏ ᵇᵉʰⁱⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ."

//

(Y/N) whipped around and saw a blushing Neville, who seemed amused. Suddenly (Y/N) realized that Neville had heard the whole conversation.

Now it was his turn to be flustered.

End

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Like I said, kinda out of character for Neville, but I enjoyed writing it nonetheless.

I hope you liked it!

-Author Max <3

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[witchcrafting-kitten]

Neville longbottom x misunderstood slytherin girl who everyone thinks is bad and is going to like, betray him but she genuinely loves him🥺 anything from fluff to smut is fine🙈 thanks so much and sorry if you dont wanna or if this doesnt help your lack of inspo for neville fics❤️

It's cool, anon. Thank you for the ask 😄 the idea was interesting to write.

Genuine (Neville x Slytherin!F!reader)

Trigger Warnings: fluff; some of the Gryffindor's being rude; light swearing

A/N: sorry for it taking a little long to write. Had to rewrite different parts a few times. I also forgot to proofread so there may be a mistake or two somewhere. Added in a random oc Hufflepuff to keep Y/N company.

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Why and how Neville ended up with a girlfriend from Slytherin has astounded every one of his friends. Y/N Y/L/N wasn't much for hanging out with her fellow housemates. That didn’t stop any of the Gryffindor's whispering things about her though. Always thinking she'd crush Neville's heart eventually or that saying yes when Neville asked her out was secretly some kind of poor joke. Neither let on that they minded, but Y/N always worried what he thought about it.

With their one year anniversary coming, Neville and Y/N started to plan how they might want to celebrate. Neville was sitting outside in the courtyard with Seamus and Dean enjoying the weather before lunch. Y/N had been looking for Neville a good 20 minutes by the time she finally did. The other two Gryffindor boys weren't to pleased to see her coming.

"I thought I might find you enjoying nature. Surprised it's out here in the courtyard vs one of the Greenhouses, but certainly something I love about you," she giggled watching Neville's face turn red.

"Hey, Neville, don't you think we should head back to the dorms?" Dean suggested.

Neville looked at Dean and Seamus, about to say something before being awkwardly tugged away from where his girlfriend was standing. "Guess I'll see you in potions then," Neville hollered to her, earning a smile and wave in response.

Back at the Gryffindor Common Room..............

"What the heck was that for?" Neville huffed. "And don't say that it's because you don't like Y/N."

Neither Dean nor Seamus said a word. A few moments passed before one of them decided to speak. "We know how much you love her, mate, but -."

Neville groaned, "Honestly guys, she's not going to backstab me, alright? If she was, wouldn't she have done it already?"

Meanwhile in the courtyard..................

"Y/N!" Stephanie hollered. "You get a chance to talk to Neville?"

Y/N sighed, "His friends rushed him off to Gryffindor tower before I could get a chance to have an actual conversation with him."

"Can't believe I'm saying this, but they're idiots. Absolute idiots. Thankfully I have two hours of History of Magic with Gryffindor's after lunch, so I might be able to help," she looked at Y/N with a grin.

"Thanks, but I'll about it," she replied as they hugged.

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The End

(I wasn't sure what kind of ending I wanted to write, so I went with one that kind of on the open-ended side.)

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[spells-and-liquid-luck]

"Just Friends" - Weasley Twins x Reader

The twins tease you about which one of them you like

"I really wish my Nan would've packed me some sweets in the parcel she gave to me." You reached in your pocket and pulled out a piece of toffee. "Here Neville try this out." You said in blissful ignorance while the twins made a face that left you both confused. Nevilles round face was mortified and twisted in a way that looked painful. All he did was point to his tongue. Madam Pomfrey happened to walk outside from the green house to see you and the Weasley twins with your eyes widened in a shocked expression. "Fred and George Weasley, detention!" "But Professor Sprout, we didn't do anything did we Fred?" He said with amusement and a slight smile. Right George! We were just innocent bystanders. How could you blame us for doing that to Neville." "We didn't force him to eat the ton tongue toffee. Besides, it was Y/N who gave it to him." You gave them a shocked expression for just throwing you under the bus like that. "You sell them and make them! I forgot that you had given me some. I'm so sorry Neville!" You argued and said your apology with guilt written all over your face. "But, our dear Y/N, we didn't give it to him. You did." George pointed smugly at you. They both nodded in unison. Professor Sprout was furious at what happened to Neville Longbottom. "Y/L/N! Detention for you as well!" You didn't even try to argue back. "Yes, Professor Sprout." You said with your head hung low. "Now, if you excuse me. I will have to go escort Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Explaining this to Madam Pomfrey. Oh, poor Mr. Longbottom. She'll have you fixed up in a jiffy." She exited off with Neville and his unnatural tongue.

You met up with Professor Sprout to discuss your punishments. "Gnome duty. The Garden Gnomes are back at the quidditch field, and you three will get rid of them. Hagrid will keep an eye on you. Now, if you excuse me I have some plants that need attending to." You groaned in annoyance. "If I wasn't thoughtless, we wouldn't be in this mess. After detention, I should check up on Neville, and see if he's alright." You said sounding guilty and remorseful. "Oh, c'mon Y/L/N. It wasn't even that bad. It's just an egorgment charm. All he needed was a reversal spell. I'm sure he'll live. It's just prank, that's all it is." George said with little to no remorse in his voice. "You both should really look at yourselves. I mean you don't feel bad at all?" They both looked at eachother and laughed. "I mean, we technically did look at OURSELVES. We are twins." Fred said pointing his hand at him and his brother like it wasn't an obvious joke. George made a gasp and said "WE'RE TWINS? Why didn't you tell me?" They laughed again. You couldn't help but to laugh with them.

Going to detention the three of you changed into appropriate clothes to help get the Gnomes out of the quidditch field. The Gryiffindor twins couldn't help but look at you. It wasn't your outfit, but you had looked a little different and attractive for someone who was about to start swinging gnomes around. George had to make a comment sounding a bit like gibberish and finished with a 'wow.' Fred pushed him a little and walked up to you "Fred, my dear brother. I don't think she speaks 'ahdjajjiskahs.'" You rolled your eyes and smiled. You knew at least one of them liked you, but you didn't want to say anything in fear things would get awkward. "Since when did you both want to flirt with me?" You teased in an innocent tone. "Oh c'mon. We've been friends since the sorting hat ceremony. We've noticed you. The changing. Your hair, your face, your attitude. Honestly, it would be weird if one of us didn't get feelings for you at some point." George stated in a matter-of-fact tone. You snorted but held on to one thing that he said. "My attitude?" You questioned "You're one of us." George smiled. "A Weasley?" You teased. "An enjoyer of harmless pranks." Fred nodded in agreement. You laughed and shook your head and was about to say something when Hagrid came out and stated "Let's get ter moving these gnomes out o' the field." The three of you began to work. Flinging the gnomes was kind of fun. Hagrid explained that it didn't hurt them, but made them just awfully dizzy. Still, you thought it was a bit mean to do.

After detention the three of you began to talk some more. It wouldn't leave your mind that they actually liked you in a way that was far from being just friends. "Both of you?" You asked suddenly. "Both of us?" The boys asked in unison. "The both of you have feelings for me?" You asked seriously. They nodded reluctantly. "We didn't plan it." Said George. "Obviously, you didn't." You rolled your eyes. "See!" Fred pointed at you. "What?" You questioned. Fred continued "You're hot, and you don't even know how you do it, which makes you even hotter." He sounded a bit whiney. "What a predicament." You sighed. "You both like me, and you have no idea who I have a crush on." You smiled. "It's not Malfoy is it?" Fred teased. You laughed and shook your head. "Hmm, I don't think I'll tell you." You laughed when their faces changed into a pout. "Well, which one of us do you like more." George said as he raised his eyebrows. "I don't think I could pick a favorite." You teased. "You both look and act the exact same!" You defended. Truth is, you always had a think for George. There was just something about him. "Okay, let's say me and my dear brother here ate some of this toffee, (George pulled out his Ton Tongue Toffee) and are tongues got all weird, which one would you help first? "Whichever of you ate the toffee first." You said quickly. George smirked at you and made you get a pinkish tone to your cheeks which was a dead giveaway to George who was looking right at you. You tried to turn away so he wouldn't notice, but it was too late. He walked closer to you and put his arm around you which made you clear your non blocked up and very dry throat. "Don't you think we should head to the Great Hall. I'm getting a bit hungry after all of that hard work. Aren't you hungry Y/N?" George continued to talk to you in a teasing tone. "I am a bit hungry, but I should see Neville first." "Eating would give you a cleared mind and you can have a better conversation with a filled tummy. Don't you think?" Fred said actually caring whether you were actually starving or not. "Yeah, I guess I should have some food first." You walked off and headed to the Great Hall and sat down in between Fred and George. Expect George so happened to be holding your hand.

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[mountkennedie]

Attention

Neville x fem! reader

*Readers appearance isn't specified*

Warnings: snape, draco

Summary: Snape gets onto Neville for staring st you during potions

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Neville couldn't help it. Really! You were just a beacon for his attention and it would have been rude to ignore it. You sat a row ahead of him so diagonally to his lower left. You were so pretty, honestly. He was suprised he was the only one appreciating it.

"Mr. Longbottom will you at least attempt to focus your attention me and not Ms. Y/l/n?" That broke him clear out of his daze.

"Oh uh sorry, professor." That initiated some snickers around the room and Snape being Snape, did nothing to silence it. Once Snape had continued his droning lesson you turned your head over in Nevilles direction sending a sweet smile. He returned it but this wasn't private.

Though no one asked for him Malfoy butted into the moment. "Oh does longbottom have a crush? Let's be honest you have no chance with a girl like that! Speaking of which," he sent you a wink. His voice was arrogant and loud and like before not a word of protest from Snape. You however were far from accepting Malfoys advances. Sending a disgusted look in Malfoys direction you turned back around and faced the board. "She'll come around," looking back to Neville,"far before she even considers you, Longbottom."

After class you stopped Neville before he left the classroom. "Do you have the notes from today?"

"Uh yes." You both walked out the room.

Brushing you hand against his you said,"Can you help me with them?" His breath hitched.

With a smile his said," Yes. Yes we can."

"Okay. I'll come to you at 3pm?"

"Yes that can work." And you walked into your classroom but not before hearing Draco let out a ,"Unbelievable! Him?!" A little down the hall.

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