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Bookshelves. | N.L. (Chapter 1)

in which the reader helps out in the library, & she catches the eye of neville.

warnings: swearing, fuckboy!nev, use of weed, mentions of sex, & i think that’s all?

year 6!nev — year 5!reader / gryffindor!reader (but anyone can read obv)

shoutout to bratty for me becoming obsessed with fuck boy neville

faceclaim for sam riley: louis partridge

year 6, slytherin.

READ THIS BEFORE STARTING THIS SERIES!

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there was always some sort of unspoken peace that laid in the hogwarts library. some students would digress and say that it was awful for the sole reason that they were forced to study in there. but for others, as in people like y/n, they found solace in the dusty, but elegant room of the castle.

that was maybe why y/n had decided to ask about helping out in the library. she spent most of her free time there, unless she was hanging out with her best friend, ginny weasley. but, ginny had quidditch practices, and she was definitely more of a social butterfly than y/n was. if y/n wasn’t with ginny, you would definitely find her sitting in the library, book in hand.

her small job in the library was quite simple. she would help madam prince return books to their designated spots on shelves, write down due dates, overall just do the same things that the librarian herself did. it was quite nice, actually. constantly being around books, prince giving her new recommendations every week.

today had been a bit slower than usual, as it was the weekend and most students were spending their time procrastinating their weekend assignments, and deciding to go to hogsmeade instead. ginny had of course invited y/n to attend, but she had an obligation to follow. so, she kindly turned down the offer and went off to the library instead.

y/n was stacking returned books on top of one another when she heard a nasty cough. she turned around and realized it came from madam prince,

“are you alright?” the girl asked kindly, “that cough sounds like something serious!”

the librarian let out a slight chuckle at the girl’s words, “oh... i’m quite alright, dear. this weather is the problem! why can’t the cold just stay outside with the snow?” she joked, but then another loud, seemingly painful cough came right after.

y/n sighed and glanced around. she noticed that one of the windows was wide open, so she walked up to it and slammed it shut.

“better?”

madam prince looked in her direction, sending her a small smile,

“much better, dear...”

time continued on, and y/n continued to work in the library. she dusted off tables, made sure the few students that were actually in there had everything they needed.

and right as y/n went to sit down, madam prince stood up.

“oh my, i don’t feel so well... i can barely even focus on my work...” the woman sighed, “but i can’t just leave. i’ve never taken a day off before!”

y/n chuckled, “well, you really do sound sick. maybe it’s finally time, madam! i mean, like you said, you’ve never taken a day off before. and, i feel like if dumbledore heard that cough... he would tell you to rest up.”

y/n could tell that madam prince was pondering on the thought. some people would say that madam prince was rude, or even uninviting. but truth be told, she was actually a kind woman. y/n adored learning about her own times at hogwarts, and chatting about random students that came in and out of the library. y/n could go as far to say that madam prince was one of her favorite people at hogwarts.

“i just don’t want to close the library. students should be coming back from hogsmeade soon, which means that they’ll come here for some last minute studying. no... i can’t leave!”

y/n narrowed her eyes at the woman, “you don’t have to close the library... i can take care of everything!”

madam prince seemed shocked at the girl’s offer, “darling, as much as i would—“

“seriously! i can do it! i know how to do everything that you know how to do! i’ll make sure everything is clean before i lock up... and i’ll do everything i can to make sure everything stays in order! i swear, your library will be the same as it was if you leave.” y/n pleaded, for some reason, really wanting to take this first time opportunity.

“i just don’t think it’s the best of ideas, y/n...”

“please?”

“i don’t know...”

y/n clasped her hands together as she stared at the woman, her eyes filled with desperation. madam prince sighed at the girl’s puppy dog eyes, and she slid a book to y/n that she had been checking for damage.

“fine...” madam prince breathed out, which y/n squealed at, “but, you have to make sure everything is in order! all of those students are most likely going to be back soon, and you need to make sure you can actually handle it!”

“i can, i swear! i can do it!” y/n replied, getting up from her chair. she reached over and handed madam prince her own bag, “i’ll protect this library with my whole life if i have to.”

the two laughed, and madam prince took her bag from y/n’s grasp.

“well... i suppose i’m off, then! good luck, miss y/l/n!” madam prince smiled, “you’re going to need it...”

“right! feel better!”

and with that, madam prince exited the library. y/n smiled as she glanced around. she always dreamed of having the library to herself, being able to go or really do whatever she wanted. and besides, she could handle a packed out library. she had already quite a few times.

just as y/n went to put some returned books into a bin, a girl walked up to the librarian desk. she simply slid y/n the book, asked if she could check it out, and y/n put a stamp on it, and made the girl sign her name. the girl smiled and thanked y/n as she left the library,

“see? i got this.”

when all of the students arrived back from hogsmeade, it seemed as if they were making themselves known. and all of the other students that had been in the library left, as most of them liked to avoid socializing, and they knew what was to come.

y/n prepared herself, sitting down in the chair and twirling her wand in between her fingers.

“hey, y/l/n!”

y/n looked towards the entrance, and saw an almost too familiar boy walking towards the desk.

“hey sam!”

sam riley. how could y/n even describe him? he was all sorts of things, but more or less a great friend to her. they were the perfect gryffindor and slytherin friend duo, even some students convinced that they were together. but, they weren’t, much to sam’s dismay of course. he would never tell her that, though. if being her friend was all he could be, then he was just fine with that.

he wasn’t crude like some of the other slytherins were. as a matter of fact, the first time they met involved sam defending y/n while malfoy was teasing her. she was in her first year, while he was in his second.

yeah, they went a long way back.

“figured you’d be here... beings how it’s a hogsmeade day and i didn’t see you at that one book shop... oh, what’s it called...”

y/n chuckled, “i’m always here, sam. you know this.”

sam flashed her a toothy grin, “that’s probably a good thing, beings how i don’t think i’ll ever lose track of you.”

the boy smirked as y/n hid her face, trying to hide the fact that she was smiling like a grade school girl.

“i got you something, though...” he began, pulling something from his pocket and sliding it onto the desk. y/n furrowed her eyebrows as she grabbed the small box, opening it with a confused look on her face.

when she opened it, she gasped.

“sam! wh—why? how? what?”

he chuckled as she observed the gift,

“i saw it today and the only person i could think of that would like it... was you. so, i got it.”

y/n sent him a sweet smile as she continued to observe the charm bracelet. the few charms that were on there was a lion, (because she was in gryffindor, of course.) a book, and the moon.

“i love it... really, i do. thank you, sam.”

“it’s no problem, doll.”

y/n reached over the desk and hugged the boy quickly. he offered to put the bracelet on her, which she kindly accepted. sam watched as she squealed excitedly from how the charms shined in the light, and he swore he could’ve kissed her there and then.

“well... i should probably go before the evening rush starts swarming in. there’s a lot, by the way!”

y/n nodded and sent him a smile, “alright... i’ll see you later?”

“yeah... later, y/l/n.”

and with that, he parted ways from her, but not forgetting to get one last glance at her as she began to wipe down the surface of madam prince’s desk.

sam and madam prince were right. a lot of students did end up coming by to study, to finish assignments, or just to chat with their friends. most of them were a bit riled up from the day, so y/n of course was forced to shush people as she walked by. it wasn’t something that she was necessarily keen on doing, as she hated coming off as rude to people. but, this was apart of the job.

at one point, a certain, but familiar group of boys had walked in. they were all giggling, eyes bloodshot. they had taken a table just a few ways away from y/n, which she didn’t mind. until, a weird smell started lingering off of them, but she simply ignored it.

it was none other than harry potter’s little group of friends themselves. ron weasley, seamus finnigan, dean thomas, and neville longbottom. she knew them quite well obviously, as she not only was in gryffindor, but had spent some time with harry, ron, and ginny at the burrow throughout the years. they rarely ever looked her way in school, though. she figured it had something to do with her being a year below them. but, it didn’t really bother her.

what was bothering her was how loud they were being. even other students had told them to shut up a few times during the last thirty minutes they had been here.

so, y/n prepared herself mentally, and she walked up to the group of boys. the smell became stronger and stronger as she got closer to the table.

“oh, hey, y/l/n!” ron chuckled, shaking his head at what y/n only could assume to be as a joke.

“hey... could you guys maybe be a bit more quiet? if not, i might have to kick you guys out. and... i really don’t want to do that...”

some of the boys laughed at her words, as she was much more less intimidating than she was trying to make herself out to be.

“yeah... sorry! we’ll be more quiet, y/n.” dean agreed, a smirk on his face. y/n sent him a small, awkward smile, thanking all of them.

she looked at the scattered books in the table, and she began to collect them. “i’ll get these out of the way if you guys aren’t using them.”

she leaned over the table, her cleavage exposing just a bit, but some of the boys noticed. specifically neville, who wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was staring. seamus nudged his arm and whispered about her “cute little bra” in neville’s ear, which neville smirked at.

y/n looked over at the two boys, not really wanting to know what they were saying.

“by the way...” she coughed, “you guys smell like weed.”

and with that, she walked away, books in hand. the boys simply just shrugged and went back to their conversation. but neville? he watched as y/n walked back over to the desk, staring as her cardigan flowed, and how her perfect legs carried her. he licked his lips, a sudden interest lighting in his chest.

“don’t even think about it, longbottom.” ron suddenly spoke up, making neville turn his head.

“what the fuck are you talking about, weasley?”

ron chuckled, “y/n. i see you staring at her. but, she’s off limits. she’s ginny’s best friend, you know that. plus, she won’t be able to give you what you’re looking for. ginny told me that the poor girl hasn’t even had her first kiss yet...”

all five of the boys watched as y/n struggled setting all of the books down, accidentally dropping one. she glanced around, probably making sure nobody saw it, but she huffed as she realized all five of the boys had witnessed her clumsiness.

“also... she’s a bit—clumsy.”

neville kept his eyes glued to the girl’s figure as he went to respond, “so?”

ron scoffed, “so? she’s not one of the girls that you can just shag and move on, longbottom. first of all, she’s a virgin... and we all know what happens when you fuck a virgin. and two? i heard that sam riley and her are a thing now.”

harry laughed, shaking his head, “really? she always said they were just friends.”

ron shrugged, “that’s what i’ve been told. ginny says it’s not true, but girls keep each other’s secrets like that... so who really knows?”

“sam riley? you mean that douche in slytherin?” neville spat,

“yeah! they’ve been friends since she first came to hogwarts. i thought you knew that?”

neville looked back at her once more, licking his lips, “didn’t know they were that close...”

suddenly, sam riley himself came strutting through the library, earning a few stares from some of the love sick girls in the room.

“speak of the devil...” seamus added, earning a few nods from his friends.

they watched as sam and y/n began to chat, y/n’s smile becoming much brighter as he told a stupid joke, making y/n let out a small giggle. neville felt his chest tighten from the laugh, as it was probably one of the prettiest sounds he ever heard.

“well... if they aren’t together, he definitely fancies her, that’s for sure!” dean spoke, a small chuckle laced within.

y/n chuckled at sam’s joke as she began to pick up a bin. sam looked over to see neville longbottom and his friends shamelessly staring at y/n. he huffed slightly, knowing how neville and his friends were with girls. well, neville at least.

him and neville had a momentary stare down as y/n began to walk away with a bin. but sam tore his eyes away, snatching the bin from y/n’s hands.

“hey! i have to put those up!” y/n whined, trying to grab the bin back from his hands. he tore it away once again, and shook his head.

“well... i’ll help you, then. sound good, doll?”

y/n sighed and agreed as she rolled her eyes. she grabbed another one of the bins, and began to lead both of them to the designated bookshelf. neville stared at both of them as they began to put the books away, only not being able to hear their conversation anymore.

ron coughed awkwardly before he spoke, “seriously, longbottom... i usually don’t care about these sorts of things... but, just don’t try and do anything with her, alright?”

neville turned his head, looking at his ginger friend. he sent ron a small smirk before nodding,

“alright... i’ll stay away from her.”

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Bookshelves | N.L. (Chapter Eight)

in which the reader helps out in the library, and she catches the eye of neville.

warnings: slight angst, swearing, mentions of weed, (lmk if i missed any!)

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“ron… would you please not chew that loud? i’m really trying to focus, here.”

the ginger looked up from his breakfast plate, shooting y/n a destained glance,

“how is my chewing stopping you from studying?” he asked with a sausage buried in his mouth, “and… why are you even studying at breakfast anyway? only hermione does that… it’s weird if you ask me.” he added as he looked back down at his plate,

y/n rolled her eyes at the boy, and looked back down at her book as she took a small bite of toast.

“y/n… stop. you’ll do fine, you always do!” ginny insisted, as she had watched her best friend studying for herbology non-stop for the past week. “and so what if you flunk just one test? it’s not going to kill you, i promise!”

“yeah… you should really stop, y/l/n. i mean… every time i’ve seen you, you’ve had your nose in a book… more than you usually do.” dean chimed in, obviously trying to sway his new girlfriend and her best friend into approval. y/n simply scoffed at their words, though, and she began to respond without even looking their way,

“sorry that i’m not too keen on failing. maybe you guys are okay with being average… but i’m just not.” after her words, the teens just glared at her, some of them obviously offended. y/n huffed and began to collect her things, doing her best to ignoring the burning stare that neville was giving her from little ways down the table,

“i’m going to the library to finishing studying before class. ginny, i’ll see you later…”

y/n tried her best to hold it together, but from anyone who was paying attention to her, she was clearly not okay. ever since professor sprout had passed back the test papers just right after grading them in the same amount of time it took to actually take the test, y/n had come to find out that she had completely failed it.

when the class was released, y/n walked out of the greenhouse, her eyes still glued to the paper that had possibly the worst grade that she had ever received on it. tears brimmed her eyes as she continued to walk, not even sure where she was going, just disappointment and resentment against herself filling her body.

y/n would’ve never called herself a perfectionist, but she definitely was studious. ever since she had began her years at hogwarts that school was above everything else. she would stay up for hours doing homework, studying, or even just getting prepared for whatever what was going to happen next in that same class. she had tried so hard to be top of the class, so it was a great disappointment when she was in her fifth year, and was hardly even close to that. every bad, or even average grade just felt as if it was suffocating her, taunting her for not trying hard enough.

the girl drove herself mad when it came to school, and ginny had begged and pleaded with her over the years just to take it a little bit more easy. she was terrified of her best friend straining herself mentally, which, she had already done quite a few times in the past. sometimes, ginny would catch y/n crying over her homework, mumbling about how dumb she was. but, of course y/n wasn’t dumb. she was the smartest, and the most dedicated person that ginny weasley had ever met. ginny hated how y/n would beat herself up, and how nothing was ever enough for herself.

y/n hid out in the library at one of the back tables, crying into her arms as she was curled up into the seat. all she could focus on was that bloody paper, and the grade that represented failure. it was driving her to insanity almost, and she had to restrain herself from screaming in the library.

and no, there was never any, “i did my best. maybe next time!”

no. it simply wasn’t like that for her. if she failed the first time, there was no going back and “fixing it”. in y/n’s mind, everything should be done right the first time, but especially school work.

had she not been paying enough attention during lessons? had she not studied enough? or was she really just that dumb?

“y/l/n?”

y/n was snapped out of her thoughts by a voice that was all too familiar, and she looked up to see… him.

she instantly hid her face, knowing too well that he would probably scrutinize her for crying in the middle of the library. that’s just how he was.

“please go away.” she pleaded, her voice cracking.

neville stared at the girl, a feeling of concern arising inside of him. what could’ve possibly happened now?

“what the hell is wrong with you, y/l/n? i heard you crying from a few shelves over!” he responded, but as he waited for her answer, he unfortunately didn’t get one. all he got was her small, pitiful sniffles that made him furrow his eyebrows even more than they already had been furrowed. “bloody hell…” he mumbled to himself as he pulled the chair in front of her out, and plopping down.

she refrained from looking up, not wanting to show him how absolutely pathetic she was.

neville sat in silence for a couple of minutes, waiting patently for the girl to speak. but again, she only continued to cry quietly, curled up to herself. he sighed and reached out for the paper that sat in front of her,

“don’t!” she suddenly spoke, finally looking up and snatching it back. he arched an eyebrow in her direction,

“what—“

“please! like i said, please just leave me alone!”

y/n clutched the paper in her hands, worried that neville might try to grab it once more. but instead, he just sat back in his seat, staring at her with a curious look on his face.

“go, neville. please.” she begged once more, her eyes still glossy, tears still continuing to run down her cheeks.

neville simply crossed his arms, visibly starting to become more comfortable in his chair. he stared directly at her, not even giving the passing people a second glance.

“i’m not leaving until you tell me why you’re crying, y/l/n.”

she clenched her jaw, “why do you care? it’s not your problem, plus, you’ll probably just make fun of me for it. and, i really can’t handle that right now…” she admitted, turning the paper over and setting it back down on the table, but kept her hand on top of it for safe measure.

neville shrugged, “you’re right. it’s not my problem, but, you’re sobbing in the middle of a library. kind of… pathetic… don’t you think, y/l/n?”

instantly the girl grabbed her bag and stood up to walk away, not knowing what she would do if she stayed around the boy for any longer.

but, before she could step too far, he grabbed her arm, making her freeze right in her place. he looked up at her,

“don’t.”

y/n clenched her jaw even tighter, the mere sight of his face just making her even more angrier by the second.

“fuck. you.” she spat back at him, making him stand up, and come closer to her. she had to physically move her head back, beings their chests were now touching.

“give me the damn paper, y/l/n. either way i’ll find out what happened… but i think you know that already.”

sometimes, y/n believed, if you stared long enough into neville’s eyes, that same boy she had met in her first year was still there. that caring, generous, clumsy boy that had helped her with herbology back in her third year, trapped behind those green orbs of his, trying ever so desperately to claw himself out. so, maybe that’s why she had mindlessly ended up passing him the test, and watched as he skimmed it.

he sighed as he passed it back to her. he scratched his eyebrows, and licked his lips,

“okay, i’m going to ask something, but whatever you do, y/l/n… you cannot get mad.”

y/n narrowed her teary eyes at him, and her lips pursed, “can’t make any promises, longbottom.”

neville hated when she said his name like that. it was seemingly filled with so much… distain, hatred, anger… why did she despise him so much?

“were you seriously crying over a test?”

y/n scoffed, her head turning the other direction,

“seriously… what’s wrong with it? sure… you failed… miserably… but, who cares? this has to be like—the first test you’ve ever failed, right?

y/n chewed on her bottom lip, her jaw remaining clenched, and neville could tell the poor girl was about to snap at any moment.

“no, neville. it’s not the first test i’ve ever failed. but… that’s the point. i’ve been studying for over a week for this test, and i completely flunked it.” she seethed, “i’m so fucking stupid that i can’t even comprehend something as simple as fucking herbology! i mean… it’s fucking herbology for merlin’s sake!”

neville was admittedly in shock. he had never heard so many f-bombs being dropped in the same sentence from y/n. i mean, sure she swore… but never like this.

“well, herbology really isn’t as simple as you’re making it sound. it’s… complex, and sometimes really complicated. i mean, it’s more than just plants. it’s the way they work, their traits, defense mechanisms—“

suddenly, neville stopped. he looked over at y/n, noticing that she had started becoming oddly attentive to every word that was coming from his mouth, like she was desperately holding on to each one. he then realized that he was starting to go down that hill of herbology once again, the hill he had managed to knock down and walk away from after… the incident.

“or yeah… herbology is—yeah… it’s easy. don’t know how you failed the test…” he retreated in his previous words in a mumble, clearly trying to keep his mask up.

y/n stepped away from him, and set her bag calmly down onto the table. he watched as she did so, internally cursing himself for not knowing how to shut the fuck up.

“neville…” she walked up to him once more, “i’m going to ask you something, and whatever you do… you cannot go all…” she threw out her arms and deepened her voice, “oh! i’m neville longbottom and i hate women but i still like using them! i also hate school, but i love smoking weed!”

neville stared at her in complete awe for a moment at her attempt at “impersonating” him,

he let out a breathy chuckle, “i don’t sound like that, y/l/n.”

“you do, longbottom. sorry to be the one to have to say it, but—“

“okay! what do you want to ask?”

y/n took a deep breath, almost not even believing herself that the following words were about to leave her lips,

“okay, so… you’re like—well—you used to be really good at herbology. so—i was thinking… that maybe you would help me—“

“no! don’t even finish that question! it’s a no!”

“what? why?!”

neville scoffed and glanced around their surroundings for a moment before crossing his arms and propping himself on the edge of the table,

“because, y/l/n! i just don’t want to! that’s your answer!”

it was y/n’s turn to scoff this time,

“but, longbottom! i really need help! and… you’re smart—“

he slowly began to smirk as she went to say her next words, but she stopped when he noticed,

“don’t, longbottom.”

he chuckled once more, “oh, no please continue! i’m smart, andddd?”

she narrowed her eyes at him again before huffing and continuing,

“i was just going to say that you’re the smartest person i know when it comes to herbology. you helped me a few times back in my third year! what would be so bad about doing it now?!”

neville thought for a moment before responding,

“y/l/n, i don’t help people with that type of rubbish anymore. i have much better things to do than to help someone with bloody herbology! and besides, that was back then. i don’t even care for herbology that much, anymore. so, no. i’m not going to help you.”

y/n groaned and came to closer to him,

“please, longbottom! i just really need some extra help! we can just meet in the library a few times a week, and—“

“i said no, y/l/n. stop pestering me.”

y/n frowned, and she sighed quietly to herself in defeat as she walked away from him, and slumped back down into her original seat. she observed her test, and she pushed it away. neville noticed this and rolled his eyes,

“jesus, are you really going to pout now?”

she didn’t answer, just simply put her chin onto the table, and stared straight ahead, already planning out her next move on how she was going to study harder.

“why don’t you go and ask hermione? she’s way smarter than me, anyhow. she’ll probably help you,” he suggested, staring at her pouted lip. he sighed once more when she still didn’t respond,

the two sat in silence for a few minutes, y/n already beginning to make a mental schedule for finding a tutor, and how she would dedicate herself to studying for herbology for the next few weeks. that meant she would have a lot less free time, and that nights at the library would be filled with more studying than actually working.

neville clenched his jaw, his consciousness going back and forth. he looked down at the girl once more, and he cursed to himself as he rolled up his sleeves.

“fine, y/l/n. i’ll help you.”

almost instantly, y/n practically jumped from the chair and squealed, earning a hush from one of the nearby students. y/n mumbled a “sorry” before she looked in neville’s direction once more,

“really? you’ll really tutor me?!”

neville couldn’t help but to smile at the girl’s excitement, especially because it was over something so dumb, and something he would probably definitely regret later.

“yes… yes, i will tutor you, y/l/n.”

y/n clapped quietly and smiled, relief beginning to slowly take over her body,

“but it’s not going to be more than twice a week! and, we’re doing it in the library or the common room! no where else, alright?”

y/n nodded rapidly,

“thank you! you don’t understand—“

“yeah, yeah i don’t understand how grateful you are… yeah, whatever…” he interjected, already knowing what her next words would be. “also, i would prefer to study after hours on the days you help out in the library. i don’t want people thinking that i’m just a free tutor.”

y/n agreed once more, thanking him again,

“you won’t regret it, alright? i really do appreciate it, longbottom. thank you.”

neville rolled his eyes and leaned up from the table, and suddenly snatched the test,

“i’m taking this so i can go over and see what you need to work the most on. is that fine?”

“yeah, totally!”

he nodded and began to walk away, regret already filling his veins,

“thank you again, longbottom!”

“if you say that again i might just change my mind!”

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Bookshelves. | N.L. (Chapter 3)

in which the reader helps out in the library, and she catches the eye of neville.

warnings: swearing, draco being draco, weed

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“incorrect!”

“for fuck’s sake!”

ginny slammed her fist down on the table, making y/n chuckle and shake her head as she took a bite of her morning cereal.

“i’m going to completely fail this test on wednesday! which you know what that means... i’ll get a bad grade, that bad grade will make my average go down, and then i’ll get kicked off of the quidditch team!” the ginger stated in a rambled tone, obviously very stressed.

“oh calm down, gin! you’re not going to fail! let along get kicked off the bloody quidditch team!” y/n rebutdtaled, setting the flash cards down on the table. “listen... i’ll help you study! i promise you’ll be walking into that classroom on wednesday ready to completely demolish that test! and, if worse comes down to worse... i’ll let you cheat off of me.”

ginny smiled at her best friend, and grabbed her hand from across the table, “i swear y/n, i think merlin himself sent you down to be my guardian angel...”

y/n chuckled, “probably, gin.”

“probably what, y/l/n?”

y/n turned around and met eyes with sam, who had a bright, kind smile etched across his structured cheeks. he greeted the girl with a simple kiss to the top of the head, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the gryffindors that sat at the table. ginny smirked at y/n, which she simply rolled her eyes at as sam sat down.

“see?! they have to be dating! did you guys just see the way he kissed her?” seamus chirped, looking around at all of his friends.

ron chuckled as he took a bite of toast, “he does that almost every time he sees her. trust me... i would know. ginny never shuts up about it. she’s like—their number one fan or something.”

as the boys kept debating on y/n and sam’s relationship status, neville watched as y/n, sam, and ginny held a casual conversation. he noticed how sam would be so attentive towards y/n every time she spoke, and how he chuckled at almost everything she said. sam definitely wasn’t too good at hiding the fact that he fancied her, neville thought.

“anyways... the reason i came over here is to ask if maybe you guys would want to come to a slytherin party on friday?” sam asked, taking a small sip of y/n’s pumpkin juice, which earned him a slap on the arm.

“i want to! y/n, what about you?” ginny replied,

y/n thought on it for a moment, but quickly rejected. “no thanks. you guys know parties aren’t really my thing. plus, i’m working in the library on friday. so, even if i had the desire to go, i couldn’t.”

“sounds like a bunch of rubbish to me!” sam told her, now taking a bite of her cereal.

“number one...” you began, ripping the spoon from his mouth, “if you’re that hungry, get your own breakfast. and number two, it’s not rubbish! i have a commitment, and some stupid party isn’t going to ruin it for me.”

“but, y/n! we’re in fifth year now! we need to enjoy it while we still can! we need to be getting drunk to the point where we’re seeing doubles for three days straight!” ginny pleaded,

“i don’t think that’s how it works, weasley.”

“ginny’s right, love. you never have fun, whether you’re studying or being cooped up in that library of yours! please come, i promise i’ll make sure you have a great time.” sam interjected, a sincere look on his face. y/n glanced over at him to be met with him already sending her a small, but reassuring smile.

and for one moment, she did consider it. sam was right, she was constantly being studious, always falling through with assisting in the library. she was a professor’s wet dream practically, never giving anyone a reason to think that you couldn’t trust her, or that she wouldn’t follow through with promises. but, that’s what she enjoyed. the library was a sanctuary to the girl, and when things got tough, it was the first place she always ran to. y/n couldn’t imagine her being a hogwarts without her assistant job in the library, as it had brought her much solace in times when she needed it the most.

“thanks... but i promise, i’m fine. you guys can go without me.”

sam and ginny both sighed out of defeat, as this wasn’t the first time they attempted to push their friend out of her silent, comfort zone.

but, if she really didn’t want to go, they wouldn’t make her.

y/n waved goodbye to professor sprout, a sweet smile on her face as she carries the small box of books out of the greenhouse.

today, her job was simple. simply collet all of the old textbooks from every professor, and then return them in the same condition. it honestly wasn’t so bad, as she got to know professors that she never even had before. most of them were nice to her, besides snape of course who would throw backhanded comments her way. but, she learned to simply just ignore it.

as she walked through the halls, she passed multiple students traveling to wherever the students went on a monday evening. she would look outside every so often, watching the sky change colors, and watch as the clouds disappeared seemingly with the darkens of the night.

as y/n walked though, the small box of books suddenly fell from her hands. she came to a halt, already feeling that certain presence of him.

“alright, butterfingers? looks like you’ve... dropped something.”

she looked up at the boy who towered over her, his grey eyes staring deep into her own. she gave a silent sigh as she bent down to collect the books that had fallen out, and malfoy chuckled from above her.

malfoy was someone that y/n could truly say that she absolutely despised. after she started her first year, he tortured her and ginny all day, every day. when she was younger, it would hurt her feelings. but nowadays, it was truly just more annoying than anything. he would get in the way of almost any objective that y/n tried to achieve, mostly because he knew how much it bothered her. he wasn’t even a bully to her anymore, just a burden.

y/n went to reach for the last book on the floor, but alas, malfoy picked it up first. he smirked down at her, “you want this, half breed?” he teased, referring to her her blood status, “try and reach it, then!”

so of course, y/n stood up, slightly brushing her skirt off, and jumping up to try and grab the book from malfoy’s grasp. she sighed when he held it up even higher, as he was just too tall.

“please, draco! these aren’t mine! i have to take them back to madam prince!” she begged in between jumps, her arm reaching desperately. he cackled at her size, feeling much more powerful in the moment.

“i told you, you can have it back when you grab it!”

little did the two know, just from across the courtyard, neville watched as the smaller girl made a pathetic attempt at being brave. he took a hit of his joint, his nerves seemingly dissipating with the smoke that left his mouth. he smoked as he watched this whole interaction go on for almost ten whole minutes.

neville huffed and put the joint out, throwing it on the ground and stepping on it with his heel. he put his hands in his pockets, shaking his head as his eyes stayed glued to malfoy and y/n.

“fucking pathetic, y/l/n...” he mumbled, rolling his eyes.

but soon enough, he was walking towards the two, his tall figure coming in contact with the light that reflected from the recently lit torches.

“hey, malfoy!”

y/n and draco both turned their heads, book still up in the air. y/n furrowed her eyebrows when she saw neville slowly approaching them,

“what are you doing?” neville asked malfoy in a sigh, “why don’t you pick on someone your own size? she’s clearly too pathetically short to reach it, how are you not bored yet?”

y/n’s jaw dropped slightly at the mention of her height, and she even whispered to herself, “pathetically short?”

“why don’t you go on and get piss off, longbottom? i imagine you have some blood traitors to surround yourself with, you including?” malfoy snapped back, fully turning to face neville. y/n watched as the two boys stared each other down, just waiting for the next move.

“malfoy... can i please just have it back? i won’t tell or anything... just please.” she pleaded once more, her voice now trembling with anxiety. draco and neville both looked in her direction, and the white haired boy let out a small laugh.

“god, y/l/n... you really are nothing else but pathetic, aren’t you?”

out of all the vile things that malfoy has ever directed towards her, that one really got to her. she looked down at her shoes, trying to hide the hurt that made itself apparent in her eyes. neville knew that it struck something in her, though. but, he really couldn’t care. she was showing weakness, which in his book, was unacceptable.

finally, malfoy dropped the book to the ground once more, and it made a loud noise. it startled y/n, making her jump. she bent down to get it, the two watching as she did so. when she stood back up, malfoy already began to walk up to her.

“you’re like a bloody puppy with the way you tremble and whine. like i said... you’re pathetic.”

and with that, malfoy walked away. neville studied the girl who was now picking up the small box, holding it with her arms. he heard sniffles leave her, which deep down, somewhat sent a shock of hurt through his veins.

“don’t tell me you still cry when malfoy messes with you...” neville sighed, hating the way she was acting so emotional.

she looked up at him through hooded eyes, “no...”

he scoffed and shook his head, noticing the way her voice cracked when she answered the question.

“thank you, though... for—you know...” she whispered, clutching onto the box. neville shrugged, pulling something out of his pocket. y/n watched as he lit it, the smoke leaving his mouth almost immediately. a joint, she could only assume.

“i didn’t do it for you, so don’t think it’s going to happen again.”

and with that, he walked away, not even giving the girl a second glance. she watched as he disappeared into the courtyard, letting out a sigh.

neville wasn’t always like this. as a matter of fact, he used to be quite kind, and definitely not whatever he is now. he had helped her with herbology quite a few times in the common room back in fourth year, and back then, he was a shy, clumsy, well mannered fourteen year old. but, then his fifth year came, and something changed in him. of course, everyone took notice to this change, as he made it quite clear that he was not one to be messed with anymore. he began to break girls’s hearts, using them for his pleasure and then pretending like they don’t even exist. y/n really wished she could understand the change, and how and why is occurred so quickly.

but, it wasn’t her problem to figure out.

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Bookshelves. | N.L. (Chapter Five)

in which the reader helps out in the library, and she catches the eye of neville.

warnings: drug use, underage drinking, swearing, nev being a fuck boy, puking, lmk if i missed any!

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the dorm was ominously silent, the only other sound being y/n tapping her fingers on her desk as she tried to focus in on studying. she sighed as her brain refused to retain any of the words that were printed onto the book, and she slumped back into her seat. her head fell backwards, observing the different patterns on the ceiling.

on any other typical friday night, just like this one, y/n would be working in the library into the late hours of the night. but, due to the lack of students, madam prince suggested that it would be a good idea to just close up early. y/n could only assume that the emptiness of the library was because of the huge slytherin party that was going on right at this moment. of course, she had decided on not going, so she had nothing else better to do but to sit in the dorm and study.

y/n stood up from her chair, and began to boringly pace back and forth. she kept on glancing over at ginny’s bed, which of course was empty, as ginny was at the party as well. y/n had always envied ginny and how social she was. it was a gift that she herself unfortunately was not blessed with. so, she stirred away from chaotic, social gatherings like parties.

but, some part of her in this moment was curious. the party must’ve been something special if seemingly everyone was there. parties at hogwarts were always a big deal, but for some reason, slytherin parties always caught the most attention. y/n had heard that the drugs were harder, the drinks were better, and that even the music was more louder than any other house.

so, maybe, that same curiosity is what lead her here. walking through the halls of hogwarts, her short sun dress flowing behind her, attempting to get under the school to the slytherin common room. one part of her was deeply terrified, as she only had been to one party before, and almost had a panic attack. then, another part of her was more curious. and then, that smaller part of her was... excited? more or less to see ginny and sam, but maybe she could have fun too.

if draco malfoy had ever been right about anything, it’s that she was pathetic. she was tired of letting her own fears hold her back from having fun. of course, she was still socially anxious, but as long as she kept to ginny or sam, she would be fine... hopefully.

y/n shuddered as she stepped into the dungeons, and she hugged herself with her white cardigan. she glanced around for a moment, already hearing the loud, raging music blasting from inside of the walls. she began to walk towards the entrance, and luckily for her, a group of drunken students stumbled out, leaving the perfect opportunity for her to step in.

maybe it was meant for her to come tonight.

but, when that door closed, and she looked back, her eyes bulged. as far as the eye could see, students from every house were dancing, drinking, making out, and doing other things that y/n couldn’t make out from how dim the common room was. she took a large gulp as she hugged her cardigan even tighter to her chest. her first goal was finding ginny, or bloody hell, just anyone that she knew.

“sorry, sorry!” she muttered as she pushed passed people, some replying with vile things, others telling her that it wasn’t an issue.

y/n felt the anxiety slowly building in her chest as the smell of weed came to her senses. everywhere she looked there was smoke flying in the air, reflecting the changing colored lights. she could feel the vibration of the music in her head, and she finally ended up covering her ears.

as she stepped away from the dance floor, she looked by a wall, and she took a relieved sigh. there ginny was, talking with dean with a cup in her hand.

she rushed over to the red haired girl, and ron seemed to be the first one to notice the panicked girl with her hands over her ears.

“GINNY!” she yelled through the blaring music, and ginny snapped her head.

“bloody hell! what are you doing here?!” ginny squealed, taking her best friend in for a tight hug. y/n smelt the slight stench of alcohol coming from ginny’s figure,

“I DON’T REALLY KNOW, HONESTLY!” she replied loudly, “WHY IS THE MUSIC SO LOUD?!”

ginny and dean chuckled at the girl, and ginny slowly took y/n’s hands away from her ears. “it’s a party, y/l/n! the music is suppose to be this loud!”

y/n smiled awkwardly as ginny took another swig of her drink, and she looked over to see not only dean, but ron, seamus, harry, and... neville. they both seemed to feel each other’s presence at the same time, because neville looked over at her, his arms crossed with his back against the wall. his eyes were bloodshot, and even y/n could see that through the dim lighting. but, she looked away quickly, trying her best to brush off what had happened just the other day in the library.

if she were honest with herself, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. but, she was never honest with herself. she had done everything possible to avoid the boy, but somehow, he would always end up in close quarters. whether it was eating in the great hall, he would be sitting just a little ways away from her. or even in the halls, he would somehow always be nearby.

“do you think this was a bad idea, ginny?” she asked, but before ginny could even respond,

“not at all, doll!”

y/n turned around, and she met eyes with none other than sam.

“sam! you don’t even know how happy i am to see you!” y/n breathed out, hugging the boy. he chuckled in her ear, and ran a hand through her hair.

“good, because i feel the same about you! but, i thought you said you weren’t coming?” he questioned, reluctantly pulling away from the hug.

“guess curiosity just got the best of me!”

ginny laughed, “like always!” she added, leaning her head on dean’s shoulder. that earned a questioning stare from y/n, but she couldn’t be too bothered about it, as she had encouraged ginny to go out with dean.

“do you want a drink?” sam asked kindly, and y/n went open her mouth, but of course...

“y/l/n? drinking? no. she won’t do it.”

y/n narrowed her eyes at neville, who was already right behind her.

“don’t know why you’re giving me that look! you know you won’t!” he chuckled, pulling out a joint of his pocket. sam rolled his eyes at the boy, and swiftly took y/n away by an arm around her waist.

“ignore him, y/n. he’s just pissed off because he hasn’t found a poor girl that’ll suck him off!” sam joked, and y/n gave him a light laugh. “you don’t have to drink if you really don’t want to! i know how you are with things like that. i’m actually really surprised that you even—“

“who said i didn’t want to?”

the question earned y/n a raised eyebrow from sam, as he was quite aware of her boundaries. she never was a big drinker, or really even a party person, so maybe that’s why he was so confused as to why she asked,

“i mean... do you want to?” he asked, eyebrow still arched,

y/n pondered on it for a moment. her conscious was practically screaming at her not to, and that if she did there would be severe consequences. but, she wanted to prove neville longbottom wrong. she could be just like everyone else. she wasn’t afraid of something so simple as drinking. what was truly the harm in it?

“yeah... let’s do it!”

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neville watched from afar, his hand wrapped around some girl’s waist as she sat on his lap. she planted gentle kisses neck down his neck, attempting to persuade him. but, he seemed to be distracted.

there y/n was, taking shots with ginny and seamus. he clenched his fists slightly, as he knew the only reason why she did it was to get under his skin. but, she wouldn’t. y/n y/l/n would never get under his skin. he simply wouldn’t allow it. but, why was she even drinking? y/n didn’t drink. he was just teasing her when he said what he said. he didn’t really think she would actually do it. that wasn’t like her.

“what’s wrong, baby?” the blonde asked in a whisper, moving his bangs from his head. he rolled his eyes, and hit his joint.

“nothing...”

“well... you seem distracted.”

“i’m not.” he spat, making the girl huff.

“well, if you’re not going to fuck now then i’ll just leave. your weed smells like rubbish, anyways!” she stood up from his lap, flipping her hair back.

he then pulled her back down onto his lap, and smashed their lips together, not even thinking twice. she giggled into the kiss,

“that’s more like it...”

y/n on the other hand, seemingly having the time of her life, was drinking any of her battling thoughts away. she was feeling quite tipsy, well... actually drunk. but, she hadn’t felt this physically amazing in a very long time. she finally understood why people enjoyed drinking so much.

“okay! another one!”

“oh my god, y/n! slow down! the alcohol isn’t going anywhere!” ginny replied drunkenly, her speech slurred. “i’m already really drunk, y/n...” she grabbed y/n’s shoulders, “maybe we should stop.”

y/n looked at her best friend in the eyes, and both of them instantly began to giggle. ginny shook her head,

“i’m just kidding! sam, another shot for the both of us, please!” ginny demanded, pounding her fist onto the table.

“gin, don’t you think you’ve had—“

“oh, shut it, ronald! you guys drink and smoke 24/7! let me and y/n have some fun for once!”

y/n chuckled, “yeah... ronald...” she shoved him by his shoulder, earning a weird glance from him.

“you should really slow down, y/n. this is only your... what? second time drinking? you’re going to get sick, you know.” he replied, the caring side of ron coming out.

“i’ll be fine! oh, dean! you should take a shot with us this time!” y/n quickly brushed off ron’s advice, and smiled at dean. dean chuckled at the girl’s clumsiness, as she had actually hit her side on the table as she begged him to drink with them.

“ah, i think i’m alright, y/l/n! me and the guys are going to go and smoke, though! care to join?”

even in her drunken state, y/n forced herself to ponder on the thought. she had never gotten high before, and honestly, she never had the desire to do so. but, there’s a first for everything, right?

“sure!” she giggled, and she grabbed ginny’s arm.

the group of teens all made their way through the dance floor, and they all found a small studying room that was empty. y/n glanced all over the room, noticing the slytherin decor, and how everything seemed to go together.

“why doesn’t our common room look this cool?” she asked stumbling onto the small couch beside ginny.

sam then entered behind them, closing the door. he asked harry if everyone was smoking, and harry replied with a nod. sam glanced around the room for a moment, seemingly checking to see if a particular person was around.

luckily, neville wasn’t.

he plopped down beside y/n, and casually pulled her closer. she looked over at him, giving him a ridiculous smile. he simply chuckled,

“how do you feel, doll?” he asked, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

she thought about it for a moment before responding, but she leaned her head onto his shoulder,

“good.” she told him honestly, “but... sorta hot.”

sam chuckled before leaning her up, “it’s ‘cause you got this cardigan on, doll. here...” he began to help her slip it off, earning a smirk from ginny. she looked over at dean, who was smirking as well.

“so... you guys are dating, correct?” ron chimed in, saying what everyone else was thinking.

sam lightly smiled, his face turning red.

“well—“

“no! of course not! sam and me are just friends! right, sam? that’s ridiculous, ron!”

that’s when sam’s smile faded, and he simply just nodded his head in agreement. but, seamus and dean noticed it, and they both looked at each other, finally putting the pieces together.

everyone had their own side conversations as ron and dean rolled two different joints. ginny informed y/n that her and dean were due to go on their first date later on this week, which y/n practically jumped out of her seat over. while sam just listened, letting the small bottle of vodka he had in jacket take over his body.

“so... you guys think longbottom is fucking that one girl right now?”

“what girl?”

“the one that was sitting on his lap! i heard she’s one to be dealt with in bed! ha! let me tell you... if i were neville, i would be the luckiest guy at this party!”

some of the boys chuckled at seamus’s words, while y/n rolled her eyes.

“he treats girls like shit.” she suddenly spat, and neville’s friends looked over at her, “he doesn’t care about what they want, or that they’re human beings, he just likes to stick in dick in whatever he can. he doesn’t even care about other people. he’s a selfish git if you ask me.”

ginny’s covered her mouth, attempting to hold back a chuckle. dean did the same, while ron, harry, and sam tried not to let their jaws drop. y/n never spoke about people like that, she had always been too nice for that.

“strong opinions on longbottom, huh, y/l/n?” seamus teased. she looked over at him, and shrugged.

“yeah... a lot. i don’t think i’ve ever disliked a man more in my whole life.”

sam took a sip from his bottle before he spoke,

“he is a git, isn’t he?”

y/n turned to him, “yeah! definitely! like... the other day in the library, he came in and he started talking to me all sweet, and then he tried to—“

y/n then stopped herself, realizing what she was saying. it was really the alcohol talking, as she wouldn’t even have told ginny about what happened.

“he tried to what, y/n?” ginny asked, her eyebrows furrowing.

y/n shook her head, and awkwardly chuckled.

“nothing! i was—nothing! it’s nothing!”

ron rolled his eyes and shook his head, as he knew what neville was up to. and it made him mad as he specifically told neville to not go for y/n, but of course the git didn’t listen. he almost never does.

the conversation was quickly brushed off as dean and ron sparked up the joints, dean coughing a bit as his lungs burned. the rotation began, the people in the room with y/n hitting the joints like it was nothing. but, she herself was becoming nervous. she again, had never smoked. how would she react? would she enjoy it?

ginny giggled as dean said something funny, and she mindlessly handed the joint to y/n. y/n stared at it for a moment, and ginny realized something.

“oh shit... you’ve never smoked before. do you—“

“yeah! i’m already drunk, why not get high?” y/n chuckled, trying to pretend like anxiety wasn’t suffocating her, “how bad can it be, really? it’s just a plant, right?”

sam looked over at her and sighed, “listen, y/n... i think you should try it another time. maybe when you’re not already drunk. you could—“

“no! i’m gonna do it, alright? i’ll be fine, sam! jeez! don’t be a party pooper!”

a echo of “oooo’s” left the small group of teens, and ginny chuckled.

“yeah! if y/n says she’ll be fine, then she’ll be fine!” ginny added on, ruffling her best friend’s hair.

sam threw his hands up, and took another swig of vodka as he watched y/n prepare to hit the joint.

y/n held it between her fingers, staring at it. some part of her was telling her not to do it, but the other part was telling her not to be so pathetic. it was just weed, everyone she knew smoked it everyday. it wouldn’t kill her. she had done nothing rebellious all of her life, why shouldn’t she change it up a bit? she deserved it.

she finally put the joint to her lips,

“okay, breath it in like you would with... air, i guess...” ginny told her, watching as her best friend hand’s trembled. y/n nodded, and prepared herself.

she finally took a large hit, and automatically began to cough. everyone around her laughed, besides sam of course who snatched the joint from her grasp. he huffed as he pat her back,

“nice hit, y/l/n! you’ll be feeling it in no time!” ron laughed, getting the second joint back from seamus.

and he was right, because in due time, y/n’s head was laid back against the couch, and she was staring off into the ceiling. those patterns and decor looking much prettier now for some reason.

she could hear voices around her, but she was far too fucked up to hear them. all she knew was to grab the joint when it was passed her way, hit it, and pass it on. her mind was clouded with almost no thought, and her heart was racing. she didn’t even realize she was breaking out into a sweat, and that her face was beginning to pale. when a thought did come to mind, it was just that. she felt her heart beating rapidly, and for a moment, she was convinced that she was about to drop dead. she rubbed her eyes, convincing herself that it would sober her up.

it didn’t, of course.

her chest tightened as she glanced around the room, watching as her friends all laughed at random things. she looked over at ginny, who was now on dean’s lap, and she saw them kiss for the first time. she began to over think everything she laid her eyes on, and she clutched onto the bottom of her dress. she ran a hand through her hair, and finally felt the sweat. y/n began to feel a type of anxiety that she had never felt before, and it was beginning to scare her. but, a small part of her knew that she had to remain cool.

“y/n...” sam whispered, and she quickly turned her head, “what’s wrong?”

she couldn’t seem to process his words correctly for a moment, and it was about ten seconds before she even responded.

“um—what?”

“what’s wrong? you look pale...”

“what? i do?” y/n began to touch her face once more, which made her even more anxious. “um... i’m fine... i think.”

“y/n, it’s—“

“i just need some... um—“ she stood up awkwardly, and stumbled over sam’s legs, as she had forgotten they were there, “i just need some air...”

and she ran out of the room, her friends confused, sam worried for her well being.

y/n had only realized then that leaving that room was probably a bad choice, because when she stepped out into the common room, her anxiety and panicked state only became worse. everything just felt like it was too much. the music, the people, the smell, the talking, just everything.

she glanced around for a moment, tears in her eyes as she felt anxiety climbing its way up her throat. her eyes landed on a scene that on any other day, she would simply gag at and walk away. but this time, a pang of... something hit her chest, and it only made her nauseous.

there neville was, back against the wall as a different girl kissed his neck. his hand was gently on her back, rubbing it. y/n stared and stared, her mind trying to process the scene going on. but, she couldn’t seem to do it. until, neville looked up, and their eyes met once more that night. he sent her some sort of smirked as the girl continued to attack his neck, and it sent chills down y/n’s spine.

but, she shook her head, and she ran away, her breath now becoming auditory. she didn’t even care about physically pushing people out of the way, she just needed to breathe, and she definitely couldn’t do it in here.

when she got out of the common room, the cold air of the dungeons hit her skin, and it made her shudder. she looked over at the steps that led up, and they seemed too far. so, she walked over to the wall, and she sat down.

she tried to focus in on reality, but it deemed to be difficult as she felt like the walls were closing in on her. she felt like she couldn’t breathe, and the only thing she could feel was her heart beating at what she thought, a million miles per hour.

“it’s fine... you’re fine...” she tried to tell herself, even slapping herself in the face a couple of times.

y/n sat there, panic and anxiety being the only emotion that seemed to exist in this moment. all she wanted was to feel normal again, maybe even go to the library and read a nice book.

yeah... that sounded nice.

she stood up, and braced herself to walk down the seemingly long hall to the steps. she grasped onto the wall, as she had convinced herself that if she let go, she would fall to her death. the ground seemed a lot further from her than it actually was.

“y/l/n.”

she looked over, a confused neville standing ways away from her. she didn’t send him a nasty look like he had expected, nor did she even respond, she just went back to attempting to walk.

“what are you doing?”

no response.

“hey, what the hell, y/l/n?”

no response.

“i’m talking to you!”

no response.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?!” he walked up to her, and grabbed her shoulder, turning her to face him.

he looked into her eyes, and the dots seemed to instantly connect themselves. her eyes were bloodshot, her pupils were dilated, and she was practically green.

neville huffed as he stared at her, her body frozen up against the wall,

“are you high?” he asked her. she didn’t respond, “how much did you drink, y/l/n?”

she finally looked up at him, panic showing clearly, “yeah...”

she couldn’t even give him a proper response. what the fuck was she doing out here alone?

neville sighed as he ran a hand through his hair,

“i’m scared...” she whispered,

neville’s eyebrows furrowed, “why?”

she simply shrugged, not really understanding her current state, only knowing that she was terrified.

“there’s nothing to be scared of, y/l/n. you’re just high.” he told her, “and drunk, apparently. which is stupid. why would you even do that?”

“GO AWAY!”

she didn’t mean to scream, but his questioning seemed to make her even more anxious. plus... it was neville. she didn’t want him around when she was sober, let along drunk and high.

he chuckled slightly at her tone, “i’m not leaving you out here all alone, y/l/n. you—“

“i’m pathetic?! yeah, i know! fuck off, neville! go away!”

she crashed back down to the floor, her legs feeling like jelly. and slowly but surely, she felt slobber clinging onto her tongue.

neville looked down at her, and shook his head. fucking sam riley was an idiot.

he bent down in front of her, keeping a safe distance. she didn’t even bother to look at him, she simply kept her eyes glued to her shoes.

“look...” he whispered, and suddenly grabbed her hand. he held it up in front of her face, “it’s your hand. you see how real it is?”

she looked at her own hand, and stared at her palm.

“your hand is real...” he told her, and tapped her leg, “so is your leg... cool, right?” he fake chuckled, attempting to get her to pay attention.

he kept pointing out different limbs on her body, talking about how real they were, and how she was really here. she payed attention very closely, trying not to miss any of his words.

“i have feet, too... see?”

he held one foot up, and y/n suddenly let out a small giggle. he let out a breath of relief, and put his foot back down.

“hands, too... right?” she added.

he raised an eyebrow at her, then slowly showed her his hand. “you’re right, y/n... i do have hands.”

for once, neville showed the girl a genuine smile. not a smirk, or one of those evil chuckles that he would always do... a real smile.

but, it faded away when y/n made a strange noise, and she covered her mouth.

“don’t—“

and there it was. she threw up right beside herself, obviously trying to avoid getting any on neville. he curled his lip as he watched.

“merlin, y/l/n...” he sighed, getting on his knees to assist. he patted her back as her meals from the last three days left her system.

when she finished, she attempted to stand up, but failed miserably. neville huffed as he pulled her up by her arms, and she leaned up against his body.

“that—that felt nice...” she giggled drunkenly, which neville scoffed at.

“yeah... i bet it did, y/l/n.”

he tossed her arm over his shoulder, and he began to walk her down the hall.

“where are we going?” she hiccuped, clueless and on the verge of passing out.

he looked over at her, and rubbed her back gently,

“it’s time to go to bed, y/l/n.”

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Bookshelves. | N.L. (Chapter Four)

in which the reader helps out in the library, and she catches the eye of neville.

warnings: nev being a fuck boy, swearing, slight teasing

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the library was desolate as y/n attended to the final student of the night. she sent them a sweet smile as they went on their way. the air in the library felt much chiller than usual, signifying that it could snow outside any day now.

even though the cold could be unbearable on certain days, y/n loved when it snowed. it always gave her the perfect opportunity to sit by the fire in the common room, and snuggle up with her hoodie with a good book in her hands. it always reminded her of home, and how her mother and her would always do the same thing. it was their tradition for the first day that it snowed, and even after y/n started hogwarts, she never broke that tradition.

madam prince bid the girl goodnight, as it was becoming much more of a normal occurrence for her to leave early, and to leave closing up to her trusted assistant. y/n was satisfied by the fact that somebody put that much trust in her.

y/n looked up at the clock on the wall, the time telling her that there was six minutes until it was time to shut down. the girl sighed as she painted her nails a simple red, a color that ginny had begged her to try out. she finished her pinkie nail, and began to blow them dry.

“that’s a nice color.”

y/n yelped, and looked up to see none other than neville longbottom, once again. she huffed, almost letting her head fall into her hands. ever since the run in with him and malfoy that monday, she did everything in her power to avoid the boy.

she ignored his compliment, the paint on her nails seemingly drying instantly. she stood up from her seat, grabbing the basket of books that were meant to be put up.

“hm... why the silent treatment, y/l/n? you miss my attention?” he teased, leaning into the desk, watching as she bent down to get a book that fell onto the ground. and as much as he hated to admit it, he almost let out an audible groan at the sight of her panties. they were a simple baby blue, and they fit around her ass almost too perfectly.

“no attention from you is like merlin coming down and making me rich... so no. don’t give yourself too much credit.”

he watched as she stood back up, and pulled her dress down in the back. he ignored her reply, being too caught up in the memory of what hid under her dress. y/n furrowed her eyebrows at his sudden silence, as it seemed like he always had something to say.

“the library closes in a few minutes, longbottom. what could you possibly want?”

the question made him snap back into reality, and he swiftly grabbed the book that he had checked out just a few days before.

“came to return this.” he answered subtlety, putting the book on the desk.

y/n automatically shook her head, “longbottom, you can’t return that right now. i told you—“

“yeah, yeah, checkout and returns ended thirty minutes ago, it says it on the front door—yeah, i know. but honestly, i don’t really care. this bloody book is wearing me down, so just take it alright? i’ll sign off on it if it’s really that big of a deal.”

y/n scoffed at the boy’s words, and she snatched the book from it’s place.

“you’re such a self centered git, longbottom.”

neville shrugged,

“that’s fine, y/l/n. i could really care less what you of all people think of me.”

y/n clenched her jaw, and began to sign off on the book. he watched as she did so, confused as to why she actually even did it.

she threw the book in the basket, and picked it up. she began to walk away from the desk, neville still not looking away from her. he followed behind her, following every aisle she traveled through.

“if you’re going to follow me around... you mind as well help me putting these up.” she suggested, beginning to put the books up on the designated shelf.

he thought about it for a moment, already getting ready to say no. but, for a single moment, he saw how the girl reached up, barely able to slide the book on the shelf due to how high it was. neville huffed, and walked over to her.

he got behind her, and reached up, grabbing the book from her hand. she let out a small gasp at the feeling of not only his hand brushing up against hers, but his chest up against her back. neville heard this of course, and he smirked to himself as he slid the book on the shelf just fine.

“you’re pathetically short, you know that?” he whispered in her ear, causing goosebumps to form all across her body.

she was tempted to turn around, but she didn’t even want the embarrassment of neville knowing that he had some sort of affect on her. which, obviously he was. she went to grab the next book from the basket, but the slight touch of neville’s fingertips running down her arm stopped her.

“you know...” he began, remaining in a hushed tone, “red fits you really well...” y/n’s eyes shut, trying to ignore the fluttery feeling in her gut, “so does baby blue.”

her eyes quickly widened at that, and her shoulders twitched as she felt neville’s hot breath on the side of her neck. she had no idea why she was feeling this way. it was neville longbottom, for merlin’s sake.

neville’s hand slowly trailed down her hip, and his fingers brushed up against her thigh. her breath became more jagged at the feeling, and she almost let her head fall back onto the boy’s shoulder.

“have you ever been touched before?” he asked gently,

she finally looked back at him, eyes fluttering as she shook her head no. oh yeah... she never had been touched before.

he let out a breathy chuckle at her body movements, noticing the way her thighs clenched together. neville looked down at her lips, as they were practically begging his own to bring them together. he slowly began to move his head in, as well as y/n. she could feel his breath wafting onto her nose, and a small whimper left her when neville’s hand traveled up her dress, slightly playing with the waistband of her panties.

this is wrong.

so wrong.

just as their lips were about to connect, y/n suddenly realized what she was doing, and how wrong it all was. she pulled away from him, and she grabbed the basket quickly before making her way down the aisle.

she couldn’t even look back at the now confused boy.

he stood there, eyebrows furrowed. that was the first time a girl had ever pulled away from him, and he wasn’t so sure how he truly felt about it.

“you should go. it’s past closing time...” she told him, still not glancing back at him.

he crossed his arms, and licked his lips before he spoke,

“do you really want me to go?”

she finally glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and she took a deep breath.

“goodnight, longbottom.”

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Bookshelves. | N.L. (Chapter Six)

in which the reader helps out in the library, and she catches the eye of neville.

warnings: swearing, hangovers, & i think that’s all?

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y/n groaned as she sat down gently in the place across from ginny. her head was pounding as she was still attempting to adjust to the early morning light shining through the large windows of the great hall.

ginny let out a small chuckle as she poured her friend some pumpkins juice into a cup, “bet that hangover feels amazing!”

y/n sighed, her hands tangled in her hair as she tried to ease the pain. she couldn’t even manage to muster up a decent comeback, all she could focus on was the emptiness in her stomach, and obviously the migraine that had been there since the moment she had woken up.

“here... you need to eat, it’ll help with the headache.” ginny suggested as she slid a plate of toast over to her, and y/n took it kindly.

“thanks... but i don’t think anything will make me feel better right now, gin...” y/n replied, beginning to tear apart a piece of toast with trembling hands, “thanks for getting me to our dorm last night, by the way. i don’t even want to imagine how difficult it must’ve been on you.”

ginny furrowed her eyebrows, as she was visibly confused. “what?”

y/n looked up at her, but quickly regretted it when the harsh light hit her eyes. she hissed as she used her hands to block the sunlight from her vision, “you took me to my dorm last night, remember? well... you were just a messed up as i was... so you probably don’t. but... you took my shoes off and everything, even changed my clothes...” y/n chuckled awkwardly out of embarrassment, “i smelt my dress this morning... it smelt like pure vomit. disgusting, really...”

the ginger continued to sit there, lost in confusion and wonder.

“y/n...” she muttered, “i didn’t take you to your dorm last night...”

that’s when y/n almost choked on the piece of toast that she had just put into her mouth, and she had to take a sip of pumpkin juice to prevent herself from spitting food back out.

“what?”

“yeah... dean took me to my dorm last night. after you left, sam said he was going to go and find you because he was worried. i just assumed he had taken you back.”

what? that didn’t make any sense.

“but—well... maybe...” y/n thought to herself, continuing to try and solve the mystery of what really happened the night before, “it would make sense... but—i guess i just assumed you did it. i really can’t remember shit...”

ginny let out a small laugh as she took a bite of her cereal, “yeah, i’m not surprised. you were the most fucked up out of all of us. i probably should’ve told you that weed and alcohol don’t really go together that well...”

some part of ginny felt guilty, as she had only realized at that moment that she had let her inexperienced friend go off on her own. but, y/n deserved to have fun. all she ever did was study, and ginny knew she had to be tired of it.

“i smoked weed?” y/n’s eyes practically popped out of their sockets as she spoke. she never in a million years would ever get high, it just wasn’t something she ever had the desire to do.

“merlin, y/n... do you remember anything?”

y/n thought about the question for a moment, her fingers playing with the broken pieces of toast. she really didn’t remember anything, and it absolutely terrified her. anything could’ve happened to her, and she wouldn’t even know because she couldn’t even remember something as simple as smoking weed, or who took her back to her dorm.

never again.

“i wish i could say i do... but i really don’t...”

ginny just chuckled and shook her head as she continued to chew her cereal,

“i’m sure it was sam who took you back. there’s nothing to worry about... besides your hangover, of course!”

y/n awkwardly agreed at ginny’s sentiment. but, something about not remembering... bothered her. what if it wasn’t sam? what if some random boy took her back and... no. she wouldn’t think like that. she would know if something like that had happened to her. but, she wouldn’t even overthink it. if she sat on the thought for too long, it would consume her. and, she wasn’t too keen on letting that happen.

ginny and y/n began to eat in silence, letting the small chatter from others ring throughout their ears. both of them were suffering from hangovers, and there wasn’t even that much to talk about. well, to y/n there wasn’t.

y/n went to open her mouth to ask about the night before, but a familiar, kind face interrupted her.

“hey, gin...”

dean leaned down and pecked ginny’s cheek, her cheeks becoming red as she did so.

in that moment, something particular hit y/n. dean and ginny had kissed the night before. she vaguely could see the image in her head, ginny on dean’s lap, smoke clouding her vision. maybe if she could find things that would remind her of random events of the night before, she could figure out who exactly escorted her back to her dorm.

dean’s friend came in right behind him, seamus sitting down beside y/n, and neville sitting right across from her, as ginny and dean had scooted away a bit to have their own conversation. y/n sighed as she looked at neville, a devilish smirk etched across his face.

“you look like shit, y/l/n!” he chuckled, snatching a piece of toast from her plate. for a quick moment, some part of him began to wish that she remembered last night, and the small conversation they had shared.

“fuck off.” she simply told him, snatching the toast right back.

yeah. she didn’t remember.

“awww... is someone having a bad start to their day?” he asked in a false tone, his lips puckered out a bit. she simply showed him her middle finger, earning a small laugh from seamus. “can’t handle a little bit of alcohol, y/l/n?”

“please shut up, longbottom. i’m being serious. please don’t start this today.”

she gave him a certain look that was genuine, and for some reason, he would never understand, he instantly went silent. she huffed and shook her head as she threw the almost stolen piece of toast back down onto her plate.

y/n’s hand trembled as her headache only progressively got worse, and she put her head down onto the table, earning a worried look from seamus. she attempted to hold back tears, as this had to be one of the worst physical pains she had ever felt. and now, it wasn’t even just her head, it was her whole body as well. it ached with every sudden movement, and every slight turn of the head made her feel like she was about to vomit.

she could hear voices all around her, but she ended up tuning them out. all she wanted to do was sleep, and maybe that was an option, as it was saturday. but, she had to work in the library tonight, and for once, she was not looking forward to it.

“hey... can you hear me?”

the familiar voice made her lift her head up, and she locked eyes with sam. she couldn’t even remember the last time she was this relieved to see the boy.

“merlin, doll... you look terrible. have you eaten anything?” he asked gently, wiping the small beads of sweat off of her head with the back of his hand.

neville watched the two as they conversed, a fiery feeling developing in his stomach. it made him clutch his spoon tightly, and he had to force himself to look away as sam kept on stroking her cheek.

“i told you to take it easy, y/n... i knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

y/n sighed, tears brimming her eyes as the sunlight hit her eyes again. she let her head fall into her friend’s chest, and he pat her back with a frown on his face.

“can we just go?” she asked, a slight crack in her voice as she desperately tried to hide the fact that she was crying.

“of course, love... let’s go.”

sam helped her up, and he grabbed a piece of toast, and took a bite of it as he lead her away from the table. neville continued to watch, his jaw clenched and spoon jabbing into the bottom of the bowl.

“fucking sam riley...”

y/n sighed as she sat in the library with sam, her head leaned against his shoulder. he kept on offering her sips of water, attempting to relieve her misery in any way he could.

“sam...” she muttered, and he hummed in response, “thank you for taking me to my dorm last night... i know it was probably hell on earth taking care of me...”

sam furrowed his eyebrows as he glanced down at her, “what?”

she lifted her head up slowly, and narrowed her eyes at him.

“you took me back to my dorm last night, right?”

sam adjusted in his seat a bit, his arm settled on her chair, “no... no i didn’t, y/n.”

what the fuck?

“yeah—yeah you did, sam. there was no way i got back by myself... and ginny already said it wasn’t her, and she said that you went looking for me. it had to be you.”

sam bit down on his bottom lip for a moment, and he took a quick glance at their surroundings,

“doll... i think i would remember if i took you back. when i went looking for you, you were no where to be found. i was so worried about you... i even left the party and searched the halls. you were gone, love...”

y/n scoffed, and she leaned into the table as she began to think. this wasn’t possible. it had to be sam. who else could it have really been? maybe ron... but even then... ron surely would’ve already found her by now and made a stupid joke about it or something.

“oh! i have something for you, though...” he informed her, reaching into his bag and pulling something out. she looked over at him, and audibly gasped when she realized it was her cardigan that he was holding.

“what—“

“you got hot last night and took it off. i suppose you forgot it when you left.”

she grabbed it from his grasp, and almost instantly, she remembered how sam helped her take it off, and how he set it beside him. she did leave her cardigan.

“shit, sam... i’m sorry...”

he raised an eyebrow at her, “for what?”

y/n looked into his eyes for a moment, a glint of worry showing. she huffed for what seemed the hundredth time that day before she responded,

“for worrying you... i’m sorry.”

he sent her a small smile, and let out a small chuckle,

“don’t apologize, doll. just listen when i tell you not to drink so much next time, alright?”

y/n hugged herself with her cardigan as she stacked books up, getting prepared to return them back to their designated spot. she shuddered at the cold that radiated throughout the library, a million thoughts running through her mind. it had seemed to be like that all day. she still hadn’t managed to figure out who helped her get back to her dorm, and honestly, she now believed that she would never figure it out.

a random student approached her, and simply set a book on top of y/n’s stack, and she sent them a small “thank you” as the student did so. the student nodded and shot her a small smile, and then walked away. she sighed as she put the books into baskets, sorting them just how madam prince taught her to.

y/n began to walk around the library, continuing on with her usual business. luckily, the body aches had went away earlier, so she was able to bend and reach with no problems. the migraine had faded away as well, which y/n couldn’t have been more thankful about.

she reached up, attempting to put a book on the top shelf, and she groaned when she realized she couldn’t reach it.

“need some assistance, y/l/n?”

y/n jumped as she spun around, but automatically rolled her eyes at the mystery person.

“no... i got it. thanks.”

she jumped up this time, still trying to reach. neville watched at her pathetic attempt, watching as her skirt rode up. he tilted his head at the sight of her underwear, and he let out a small chuckle.

“i think you do need some help.”

she clenched her jaw as she looked at him once more, and he slowly walked towards her. he shot her a look that basically said, “you know i’m right, y/l/n.”

“whatever... here...” she muttered in defeat as she handed him the book.

but, as she passed him the book, his hand accidentally brushed up against her wrist, and a faded memory slowly became full again. her breath hitched at the sudden contact, and at the memory of neville smiling at her.

he disregarded it, only giving her a small look as he set the book on top of the shelf with ease. but, when he looked back at her, he could see that she was in a small state of shock.

“you...” she breathed out, staring at him in confusion. he crossed his arms as he continued to let her put the pieces together. “you—you took me back last night...”

no way. not neville. neville longbottom didn’t care about people that much, especially women. that’s just who he was.

“your point, y/l/n?”

she went to say something, but a sudden group of nerves struck her. she seemed to completely lose any sort of thought or nuance, the only thing on her mind being him.

“surprised?” he asked with an arched eyebrow, “the only time a girl makes that face at me is when she sees my—“

“why?” she cut him off quickly, the books in the baskets long forgotten.

“what do you mean?”

“i mean—why? why did you do all of that for me last night? you—you’re an asshole.”

he took a deep breath before responding, and he took a step towards her,

“because, y/l/n... i think i would’ve been an even bigger asshole if i let you make a pathetic attempt at getting yourself back to your dorm. anything could’ve happened to you... so i made sure you were tucked in tight to your bed.” he answered casually, taking one more step towards her.

“since when did you care about being an asshole in general? i—wait...” she stopped talking as she realized something, “you—you changed my clothes. you—you saw me naked...” the realization was taking a small toll on her, and she wanted to do nothing but slap him, “you’re a creep, longbottom!”

instead of a reaction that a normal person would give her to those words, he of course chuckled.

“i’m not a creep, y/l/n. i guess i just assumed that you wouldn’t have enjoyed waking up to the smell of puke all over your clothes... but, maybe i’m wrong.”

what pissed her off more than anything... is that he was right.

“and by the way, i know what you’re thinking... i didn’t do anything. i would never do that to you—or any girl for that matter. everything i do is strictly consensual.”

the look in his eyes showed nothing but pure honesty, and deep down, she was relieved. but, she couldn’t show it.

“i would really hope that you don’t think that low of me, y/l/n.”

y/n put her head down, not really knowing how to respond. some part of her felt guilty for assuming such a thing, but, it was something she had to worry about. things like that happen to girls all the time, and she had worried all day that she might’ve have become one of them.

“i just don’t understand why you did it...” she admitted once more, still not showing her face. she played with her fingers out of habit, a sign of nervousness or guilt.

“what’s so hard to understand? you were drunk, and high... so i made sure you got back safe. end of story, nothing more to it.”

yeah. nothing more to it.

“right...” she muttered, turning her attention back to the books, already beginning to sort them once more.

“you don’t believe me, do you?” he sighed, “if you want to—“

“i believe you.”

y/n’s words made neville’s chest curl, as no one ever really put trust in him anymore. everyone thought he was just a trouble maker, and that he would always lie his way out of anything and everything. but, that simply wasn’t the truth. if anything, the boy could sometimes be a little too honest.

“sorry you had to deal with me...” she apologized, not looking at him, “i know you were probably miserable the whole time...” she continued, “i don’t think i would be too happy helping someone i hate to their dorm just because they made stupid decisions, either.” she awkwardly chuckled, her laugh breathy and uneven.

neville snatched a book from her hand, and he sat it down on the table, now standing even closer to her. she finally looked up at him, and she seemed to understand their closeness as well.

“i don’t hate you, y/l/n.” he admitted, “i really didn’t care. i just wanted to make sure you got back safe. because, yeah... there are guys at this school who would take advantage of you... and i wasn’t really in the mood to murder someone... especially over you.”

was neville being... protective? no. no, he wasn’t. y/n was simply just overthinking his words.

he leaned in closer, the tips of their noses barely brushing up against each other’s,

“don’t be that stupid ever again... got it?”

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Bookshelves. | N.L. (Chapter 2)

in which the reader helps out in the library, and she catches the eye of neville.

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, nev being a fuckboy, a splash of angst

CLICK HERE FOR CHARACTER INFO, SERIES INFO, PLAYLIST, AND CHAPTER ONE!

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—

“no way!”

“i swear on my own mother, y/n! that’s what mione’ told me!”

y/n listened to ginny as she collected left behind books off of the tables in the library, a shocked look on her face as the ginger filled her in on the recent gossip. but this time, this gossip happen to be about ginny herself.

“well... do you like him back?” y/n asked, brushing off some dust that one of the books had collected. ginny sighed as she leaned on the same table, “i don’t really know... i mean, dean is fit and all—“

“and sweet!” y/n interjected, smirking at her friend. “i think you should go out with him, gin! i mean, sure he’s ron’s mate and all—which is a little awkward... but, he would be your first ever real boyfriend! i think that you guys would look great together!”

ginny chuckled at her best friend’s enthusiasm, sending her a curious look, “and why’s that, y/l/n?”

“well... you guys both play quidditch! you guys could be that stereotypical, “hot, sports playing” couple, you know? plus... well—i don’t know... that’s all i can think of right now...” y/n looked at ginny awkwardly, which ginny giggled and shook her head at.

“that’s nice of you, y/n... but—i don’t really know. i just... shit... i don’t know!”

y/n studied ginny’s facial expressions for a moment, and it suddenly hit her as to why ginny was being so doubtful.

“gin...” y/n started, setting the books down on the table, and ginny looked over at her, a guilty look on her face, “don’t tell me you’re thinking about rejecting dean because of harry... right?”

that’s when ginny bit down on her bottom lip, and looked down at the floor in shame. she watched as she awkwardly twisted her own ankle, seemingly trying to distract herself from the truth. because y/n was right, she was always right. from the beginning of their friendship, ginny had made it very obvious that she had feelings for harry. and finally, in their second year, ginny confirmed it after y/n watched ginny practically drooling over the older boy. y/n had always encouraged ginny to tell harry the truth, but ginny’s reality was that she would never be with harry. especially after they found out about harry and cho’s kiss the year before.

y/n had never witnessed ginny weasley cry so hard.

“no...” ginny finally replied, but almost as quiet as a mouse. y/n huffed and cross her arms,

“don’t even try to lie to me, ginny weasley! i know you, and i know how long you’ve fancied harry!” y/n reprimanded, her lips pursed out. but, after seeing the sad look on ginny’s face, y/n let out a sigh. she plopped down on the table beside ginny, and she grabbed her hand,

“ginny... you deserve a good guy. and yeah, harry’s great and all, but what are you planning on doing? wait around for him to finally notice you? and what if he never does, gin? i know you really like him, but harry is just too oblivious to see how great you are! so... go on a date with dean! get to know him! just...” y/n took a deep breath before finishing, “just stop thinking about potter and start thinking about yourself. you deserve it, gin.”

ginny smiled at her best friend, her chest warming up with appreciation. of course if ginny actually had the opportunity to be with harry, she would take it right away. but, once again, y/n was right. why should she waste anymore of her school years being stuck on harry? obviously the boy would never give her the time of day, so why should she keep standing around and waiting on him like an idiot?

“i suppose you’re right...”

y/n swung her arm around ginny’s shoulder before smiling, “when am i not, weasley?”

the two girls both giggled at y/n’s words, and ginny nudged her arm.

“don’t push it!”

time had seemed to go by quicker that day, as it usually always did on sundays. by now, madam prince had already left, leaving the responsibility of closing the library to y/n, which she was already quite familiar with already.

y/n watched the clock as it ticked, waiting for the short arm to hit 8. it was only about ten minutes until then, so she was forced to chase the few students that were still in there out. she began to put those student’s used books up on the correct shelf. little did she know, though, a certain someone was watching her through the cracks of the bookshelves.

the girl hummed a simple tune, continuing with her last minute checks. as she went to walk through an aisle, she banged her foot up against one of the tables.

“shit! fuck! why did that hurt so fucking bad?!” she whined to herself, rubbing small, easing circles on the side of her foot. she knew it would be bruised when she woke up the next morning.

“wow...”

y/n yelped, practically jumping out of her own clothes at the sudden voice. she whipped her head around to meet eyes with neville longbottom.

“i don’t think i’ve ever heard you curse before, y/l/n. didn’t think a sweet girl like you was capable of it, honestly.” he teased, a devilish smirk plastered on his round face.

y/n huffed once more, staring at the boy.

“what are you doing here? the library is closed.”

that’s when neville looked down at his watch, “actually... the library doesn’t close for another five minutes. so, you’re wrong, princess.”

the pet name made y/n gulp, and it made her stomach flutter. not many boys at hogwarts had ever showed too much interest in her, as they were too busy being stuck over girls like ginny, or hermione, or even pansy parkinson. she couldn’t deny that sometimes yearned for that kind of attention, but she also knew that focusing on school and herself was much healthier than focusing on boys.

“okay... well, what do you need, then?” she asked, brushing off her short termed nervousness.

he pulled a book out from behind his back, and held it up,

“check out ended thirty minutes ago. you’re going to have to wait until tomorrow.” she informed him with a sigh, brushing past him as she made her way to the front desk.

neville furrowed his eyebrows as he followed right behind her, “that’s rubbish!”

y/n slammed a book down on the desk before responding, “says it on the front door if you don’t believe me.”

neville glanced over at the exit, and indeed there was a sign that proved her statement to be true. he chuckled and shook his head,

“that’s kind of stupid, don’t you think?”

y/n shrugged as she put the book in a bin for madam prince to return the next day, “i don’t make the rules.”

there was a beat of silence between them as neville looked her up and down, studying how her sun dress hugged her waist perfectly. he licked his lips before speaking,

“you sure you can’t make one exception? i need this for my homework... and i think it would be a little messed up if you denied me of participating in keeping my average up.”

“well, you probably should’ve thought about that before you came here at almost closing time...” she glanced over at him, “don’t you think?” she mimicked him.

neville was taken back. she almost seemed to have an attitude towards him. and, he really didn’t understand why.

“why are you being so rude? aren’t you supposed to be the sweet, librarian’s assistant?”

y/n rolled her eyes at his words, “yeah... that is until the boy who treats girls like shit at this school decided to walk in and try to check out a book five minutes before closing.” she answered casually, not even looking in his direction. (which really bothered him.) y/n herself was a bit shocked at what she had said, but that didn’t even matter, because it was nothing but the truth.

“jealous?”

“ha! very funny, longbottom. if anything, i think you’re gross for the way you see women. like, we’re only for your pleasure. it’s disgusting, really!”

“awww... are you mad that no guys at this school want to fuck you?”

that’s when y/n snapped her head in his direction, giving him the infamous death stare.

“you know, y/l/n... it’s acceptable in today’s society to be a prude.” he spoke, leaning into the desk.

“piss. off.”

he chuckled, setting the book down on the counter.

“i’m only messing with you, y/l/n. merlin, lighten up!”

y/n rolled her eyes as she grabbed his book, out of pure instinct, writing down a due date, and his full name. he stared at her with that same annoying, asshole, smarmy, handsome smirk.

“please stop looking at me like that.”

“like what?”

“like—like that!”

she pointed at his face, which he chuckled at.

oh, how beautifully innocent she was.

y/n slammed the book shut, his eyes still never leaving hers. she slid it to him, still, not even realizing it. when he grabbed it, he opened it up and read the due date.

“thanks, y/l/n! it’s always appreciated!” he sent her a wink, and she furrowed her eyebrows at the strange boy.

“i didn’t even do anything...”

“sure you did!” he replied, showing her the inside of the book. she gasped when she saw what she had written, and also at the fact that she didn’t even realize that she had done it. maybe sam was right... maybe she did spend a little too much time in the library.

“goodnight, y/l/n!” he waved, beginning to walk towards the exit.

“hey! you can’t take that! i didn’t even know i was signing it off!” she yelled. but then, she connected the dots, “you distracted me on purpose, asshole!”

he looked back at her, still walking, but that same smirk still remained.

“haven’t a clue what you’re referring to, y/l/n!”

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