Wizarding World Imagines

Neville Longbottom ~ Sick

Neville has this special place in my heart so I felt like this imagine is needed.

House: Gryffindor
Year: 7th (right before the war)
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I couldn't sleep. I heard the snores of the rest of my peers around me, the soft wind making its way through the open windows of the Room of Requirement, and the warmth of the blanket on top of me but I still couldn't sleep. My head was pounding, my nose was running, and I desperately tried to hid the coughs that came out.

I heard my name being whispered across the room. Looking over I saw Neville sitting up in his hammock, putting on his socks to make his way over to me. We had been best friends well before Hogwarts, we lived right next to each other after Bellatirx attacked his parents and he was sent to live with his grandmother. We had been through thick and thin together, but some resent feelings between us had brought us somehow closer. It was knew so I didn't really know what these feelings were but I knew we shared them.

He quietly made his way over to me, weaving his way between hammocks and stepping over pallets on the floor. He made a motion for me to move over, so I did. He climbed into my hammock with me and put a hand on my cheek with a look of concern written on his face.

"What's wrong? Do I need to get Madam-" he started but I shook my head.

"Please don't leave me," I whispered. He nodded, his look of concern twisted into an understanding.

We were trapped in a room, all together in fear of what was coming into our future. We knew that they were coming and we might not make it to see our next birthdays but we were willing to fight for what's right. We were excited in the worst way possible.

He wrapped his arms around me, pressing a kiss to my forehead and then resting his chin on top of my head. I wrapped my arms around him too, intertwining our legs. We felt safe in each others arms.

"You burning up. I need to take you to Pomfrey," he whispered, met with me shaking my head. He didn't dare move away though, he didn't actually want to go but he knew what he needed to do.

"Later. In the morning. I don't want to loose you right now," I tightened my grip around him, snuggling my face into his chest.

I felt him nod. We fell asleep to the soft wind that moved through the room, rocking the hammock softly back and fourth.

I knew in the morning I would wake up in the hospital wing with Neville by my side but for now we had each other, and the feeling of safety we gave each other.

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This probably sucks but I hope y'all enjoy anyway. I'm way to sick to fact check anything so I'm not sure how accurate this is.
Also, Neville is such a simp and there's no way anyone can convince me otherwise.