Nothing But You // N. Longbottom

One: The Quidditch World Cup

"Are you two ready to go?" Timothy Evergreen shouted from downstairs, "If we don't leave soon the portkey might just disappear!"

Norvina Evergreen giggled, looking over at Neville Longbottom. He stood just feet from her bed, fixing his collar on his button-up shirt, however, he seemed to be struggling.

"Do you need help with that?" She offered, putting her bag down as she smiled his way. Neville's face turned an obvious shade of crimson as she walked over to him. This girl that stood just a few steps in front of him was absolutely everything to him. 

From the very first time Neville Longbottom locked eyes with Norvina Evergreen, he felt his whole world shift. It was as if his path that seemed to be laid out so specifically before him, had completely altered its course. All of a sudden, this girl was his center of the universe. He remembers the specific shade of her blue eyes, the slight overlap of her bottom teeth, the way she only parts her hair on the left side of her head, and he knew all of this so effortlessly. Neville Longbottom loved Norvina Evergreen.

"That would be brilliant," Neville spoke, after clearing his throat. Norvina smirked, watching him being so nervous at her touch. Even after all the time they had spent together, he still got nervous every time she touched him. She reached for his collar, her fingers lightly brushing across his warm, pale skin. She felt a tinge of butterflies in her stomach, and she fought herself to not let it show.

Norvina Evergreen hadn't missed all the moments that Neville Longbottom stared at her, or all of the times his face would turn bright pink from their playful banter. She loved him for being so shy, it meant that he cared. Neville Longbottom cared enough about her to be nervous about what she thought of him, though Norvina knew for a fact that she'd still love him no matter what things he said or didn't say. Norvina Evergreen loved Neville Longbottom just the way he was. The kind-hearted, good-spirited Longbottom boy.

"Alright," Norvina smiled, laying her hand on Neville's chest lovingly, "if we want to live another day, we ought to head downstairs before my father decides to curse us."

X

The group of three walked into the grounds, being met by a large stadium with the brightest lights they had ever seen. 

Neville looked over at Norvina, her face both focused on the lights and watching in amazement. Neville smiled at her, absolutely adoring her purest moments. Neville noticed how the stadium lights reflected in her blue eyes as she beamed with a smile, in turn making him just as happy to be here.

"Let's go find our seats!" Timothy spoke in excitement, rubbing his hands together just before they began to walk. Neville and Norvina looked around, taking every bit of the world around them in. 

Norvina sat beside Neville as the orchestra began playing and as everyone introduced the quidditch players. Timothy was on the other side of Neville and was standing up screaming, along with everyone else in the stadium. 

Norvina looked at Neville, who was beaming with excitement. Norvina smiled back, happy to see him so excited. She felt his hand meet hers as they had calmed down a bit. She took in a quick breath, shocked by his sudden movement. Neville seemed to have noticed this, and smirked. 

The crowd began screaming once again, wearing the brightest shades of green and red. It vaguely reminded the pair of Gryffindor versus Slytherin. However, this was a match between the Irish team and the Bulgarians.

The Irish team came in with their proud colors of green and white, while the Bulgarians are sporting red and black.

The girls in the audience were screaming for the Bulgarian Seeker, Viktor Krum. Norvina, however, couldn't take her eyes off of Neville Longbottom.