Neville. My Neville.

Chapter 1

I was sitting in my usual compartment on the Hogwarts Express when none other than my best friend, Neville Longbottom, appeared in the doorway. "Hey. Is it just you in here?" he asks. "Yeah. Just me." "Would you mind if I sat here?" I shook my head no and he came and sat across from me. We had some small conversations here and there for a while before he fell asleep. "He looks cute when he's sleeping," I tell myself. "Gah whyʼd I think that?" I start to read a book for a while before the train comes to a halt at the Hogsmeade station. I nudge Nevilles shoulder and say "Hey. Neville. Wake up weʼre here." He opens his eyes, stares into mine for a little while, and smiles widely at me. We go to the thestral drawn carriages and climb into one. Hannah Abbot, a fellow hufflepuff in our year, gets in and scoots right up next to Neville. For some reason, it makes me jealous and mad. Neville certainly looks uncomfortable. I decide to speak up, "Hey, Nev. Why don't you come sit over here?" He nods and comes and sits next to me. He whispers in my ear, "Thank you." His hand brushes mine and I feel my cheeks get hot. "Dang. Why am I blushing? It's just Neville. We've been friends for years. I can't like him in that way it would ruin our friendship." He squeezes my hand and pulls me out of my trance. "I was just telling Hannah here, how we've been together for a couple months now. Isn't that right, Love?" He put specific emphasis on the words together, and Love. I blink a couple times before agreeing with him. "Now whenever Hannah is around, Nev and I have to act like a couple?!" I think to myself. "Yeah. Nev and I have been dating for almost 3 months." I say as I lean my head on his shoulder. He lays his head on top of mine and Hannah looks so mad. I never really liked her that much. She wasn't really rude per se but there was something about her demeanor that I hated. So seeing that being all lovey dovey on my best friend made her mad made me think I should do it more often. Neville wrapped his arm around my waist and I felt like there were butterflies in my stomach. Do I like him like that? I think so.
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