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Neville Imagine

NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM IMAGINE
WARNING: your character has depression and swearing

     "Do you mind if I sit here?" you heard a boy ask. It was your fifth year and last year your older brother Cedric Diggory had died. You turned your head and saw Neville Longbottom sitting in the doorway. You were both in Gryffindor, but you never really talked to each other.

     "Not at all, go ahead," you replied, forcing a smile. However he seemed to notice this and sat down next to you.

     "Hey, what's the matter?" he asked. You chuckled harshly, apparently he didn't know who you were. "What?" he tilted his head to the side, confused.

     "I'm (Y/N) Diggory, you might've seen me at the service last year," you said, biting back tears. Cedric was always there for you helping you through depression, but since he had died things had gotten a lot worse over the summer. Before a month ago you had never thought about anything worse than self-harm, but you found yourself thinking about suicide multiple times.

     Neville's face fell. "Oh, I'm so sorry," he stammered to find the right words. You just nodded, accepting his apology and looking down to hide your tears.

     "Bloody hell, Neville, what did you do to make the poor girl cry?!" you heard none other then Ronald Weasley exclaim from the doorway of the compartment. Neville immediatley stood up to defend himself.

     "I- I didn't mean to!" he defended.

     "Hey! It's alright, I just didn't want to be reminded of it!" you exclaimed. Ron turned to you, and seemed to realize who you were.

     "Hello, (Y/N), I'm really sorry," he said. You scoffed.

     "Why is everyone apologizing? I mean, seriously people, it wasn't your fault! It was Voldemort damn it!" they seemed surprised by your sudden outburst. Everyone always saw you as a quiet girl, top of the class, besides Hermoine Granger, and never one to swear.

     "This is what happens when you don't have any friends," Ron muttered.

     "What, your brother dies?" you had tears streaming down your face. "The reason I don't have any friends is whenever I approach someone they apologize and go away, and no one approaches me!" Ron seemed taken a back, however Neville just had his head down.

     "It's just that your not a very approachable person," Ron said. Then Neville picked his head up.

     "Hey! It's not her fault that she doesn't have the same interests as everyone else, it might be her fault that she's smart like Hermoine, but at least Hermoine has you guys! (Y/N) has nobody!" Neville defended you. Before he could say anything else you held your hand out.

     "Thanks, Neville, I really appreciate it, but Ron's correct, I'm not very approachable, and I make myself unapproachable so people will never notice this,"you said as you rolled up your sleeves, revealing the scars on your wrist. Some old, some recent. Neville's eyes turned cold as he looked at Ron.

     "Get. Out," Neville growled. Ron got this look on his face and ran out. "Come here," he told you, his voice softer. You complied, expecting him to hit. But he did no such thing. He pulled you in for a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist as you, after recovering from the initial shock, wrapped yours around his neck. He pulled away the slightest bit and gave you a kiss. It was short, but in that short time you kissed him back. "(Y/N)" he breathed. "I was... wondering if.... you would.... I don't know.... like to be my girlfriend?" he asked, his voice filled with hope. You pulled him in for another kiss, and you never cut again thanks to your loving boyfriend Neville's support.