𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚕 - 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜

Summary: When Neville has a bad encounter with Malfoy and his goons, you stand up for him. What you don't know is the feelings you harboured for him are more then mutual...

Neville longbottom X plus size reader

Warnings: FLUFF, maybe angst if you use a magnifying glass?

Neville had decided to go for a stroll to the greenhouses. One of his favourite hobbies was walking around the under appreciated greenery around hogwarts. It calmed him to be completely quiet by his own choice and not because his peers didn't really find interest in what he had to say.

But of course today had to be different. Not only had he caught site of Draco Malfoy and his band of bullies, but the girl he had been crushing on for the past few years was sat by reading a book in the courtyard peacefully. This was a recipe for disaster.

"Oi longbottom..." Draco's voice called out as Neville shut his eyes and went to turn on his heel.

"Running away so soon?" He called out again his voice now behind him, sniggers and giggles from his friends sounding out loud and clear.

Any other day Neville would of easily taken the Slytherins words. Not now though, not with you just a few yards away probably hearing all the embarrassing taunts.

Neville didn't dignify a response at first, turning back around to the group who were all smirking at him like sharks. He eventually managed to summon the courage to speak his eyes glued to his shoes.

"L-let me by..." he stammered cursing himself for still seeming so nervous. Well not seeming, being nervous.

"H-how ab-bout n-no..." Draco mocked his and his friends laughter echoing around the corridor.

Neville silently pleaded to whatever god that you couldn't hear how ridiculous he looked right now. When he finally grew the courage to introduce himself to you he wanted to have what he was going to say planned. To seem carefree and confident like all the other boys in his year. Not some weakling who could string a sentence together.

"Shut up Malfoy..." a feminine voice called out from behind him. Neville turned around and practically did a double take as he saw you stood there with a big frown on your face as you glared at Malfoy. He actually couldn't believe this was happening. You were defending him after hardly knowing him.

"Got to get your girlfriend to do all the talking for you longbottom? And I didn't think you could get anymore pathetic..."

You were fuming. How dare that blonde twat insult someone as pure and kindhearted as Neville. Truthfully you'd been harbouring a small crush on the shy boy for quite a while. He was so sweet and innocent, you both shared a love for nature and despite him being overlooked by most you'd always listen in to his small rants in herbology.

"Piss off Malfoy or I'll hex the life out of you.." you stated calmly drawing your wand and clenching your fist until your knuckles turned white. All the while Neville stood beside you, watching in complete shock and mainly awe.

"And who exactly are you tubby?" Draco spat. His smirk grew as your cheeks stained red. Neville was quick to now grow angry, how dare he comment on your body, your perfect curvaceous body Malfoy would only be lucky to look at.

"Don't call her that..." Neville shouted and before he could think he'd taken your hand and walked off in the other direction, too angry to realise what he'd done. Not only had he shouted at the bully who had made him feel wildly anxious for most of his schooling career, but he'd taken your small soft hand in his without even thinking.

When Neville finally came to the realisation of what he had done he pulled away his hand and looked at you in shock "S-sorry I.. that what my fault he shouldn't of... I just I was going to-"