friends, never ememies ; NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

FIFTY-FIVE

LONGBOTTOMS RESIDANCE. NEVILLES BEDROOM.

the next morning was bliss. Neville awoke first, his arms wrapped around one of y/n's arm as she softly snored. He stirred, shifting his body as the hardback book he fell asleep with last night stabbed into his back. the brunette sat up and headed to the bathroom, splashed his face with cold water & washed his dry hands before returning to his room.

y/n was perched at his desk, avoiding the pencils scattered, the mugs abandoned, tea stains, but gazed at Trevor's toad cage, poking at the window, as her head tilted when Trevor would leap towards another branch underneath the warm light.

"morning," Neville spoke, closing his door behind him, y/n turned to his voice and smiled.

"morning," she responded, getting up to her feet. "i didn't fully appreciate your room last night, i like it a lot, it really suits you," she added, with another gentle smile. Neville thanked the girl.

"i mean, its messy as you like, oh my god, let me make clean it really quick," he panicked, stomping off to his stacks of books, tidying them to shove a few undeath his bed, standing back on his feet to grab his old mugs and take them downstairs for Winnie to clean. "one second," he told.

without a thought, y/n marched to his bedsheets and began to even out the creases of his large duvet, picking up the ditched throw and neatly setting it in it proper position on the teenage boys bed, puffing his pillows out.

"what are you doing?" Neville asked, catching onto the fact, she was tidying after him, she looked up from punching out the white sheeted pillow, gazing back from him and the pillow. "you're not supposed to clean with me," his face grew a bright red, embarrassed in the idea that she believed she was supposed to clean alongside him. she was his guest for two weeks, the only room she should tidy is the guest bedroom, not his.

"oh, sorry! i didn't even realise i was," she raised her brows standing up onto the carpet, as Neville was holding onto his new freshly washed sheets, he placed them on top of the now made bed.

"its alright, look, Winnies downstairs, let me clean my room up whilst you have breakfast with her, I'm sure i wont be too long, I'm really sorry," he grimaced in embarrassment, ushering her out to the door gently.

"thank god I'm starving," she replied with a grin, leading herself downstairs to find Winnie and eventually watch as she made breakfast, having a long conversations meanwhile y/n ate.

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"Neville could i hold Trevor whilst you get dressed?" y/n asked, dressed in an old shirt that had bleached tipped all over it from a failed attempt to get Dudley's spicy sauce from it, therefore it was lending to both Harry and Y/n to share. She matched it with her burrowed jeans, and the worn out shoes that she still had to put on downstairs.

the girl was sat on Neville's bed, picking at her flaky cuticles, looking up at the teen, a bright blue sky drifted over his head, on the ceiling. the boy removed his head from his cupboard, and turned to Trevor's cage.

He didn't nod, he just opened his cage, reaching his hands inside to try and grasp the toad, therefore y/n bounced up with a smile.

"get in, lets get the ol' loser out," she joked, standing beside Neville, still inside his pyjamas, he almost gasped, but turned to y/n with a nudge.