The Marriage Law//Neville Longbottom

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*No smut in this one, but some more sexual content. It's a bit more detailed than the last, but not really. It's at the end so you can read mostly the whole chapter and just skip the last 5/6 paragraphs if you don't like that stuff <3.*

It's been two days since Neville and I had our argument— if that's what you want to call it. He hasn't said a word to me, and I returned the favor. Every time I would go into the kitchen for tea or coffee, he would leave without saying anything or even looking at me. But if he wants to be that way, then it'll be that way.

Halloween is in two days and I'm starting to question if maybe I should change my costume. After all, why would I match with someone who won't even look at me? I mean I know I was being an arse and was a little harsh on him over a stupid feeling, but I wasn't that harsh.

For the next two days, I calmly went about my business without Neville. He followed suit and pretended I didn't exist. By Halloween, we had shared two looks in total. Both equally stubborn looks, and when Ginny pulled me up to her room, we shared our third look.

He looked unphased and unempathetic. I rolled my eyes and followed Gin up to her room. We got ready up there with Hermione. I still decided to wear my matching costume with Neville but was starting to regret it. The party was getting closer and closer, and wouldn't it be awkward if Neville went in a different costume?

By ten, Ginny and Harry paired up and went to the party together. Same with Ron and Hermione. I waited a few minutes for Neville, and when It was evident he wasn't going, I left, ensuring to slam the door before leaving. Maybe he would get the hint.

I arrived at the party twenty after ten and went immediately to the drink table where I took three shots of firewhiskey back to back. I then filled my cup up with spiked pumpkin juice and made my way to the dance floor.

I ran into a few old friends in Hufflepuff and made quick small-talk with them. After that, I roamed around, chatting with most people that I passed. By eleven, the music was louder and the lights brighter.

I spotted Neville in his matching costume and almost smiled. Almost. Seeming to sense my gaze he turned his head in my direction, quickly finding me. His lips were pressed into a firm line as he gave me a disappointed look. I frowned and look away, making my way across the room. I grabbed myself another drink and found hands gripping my waist. I wasn't completely drunk but was pretty buzzed. Despite the haze of drunkenness, I whipped around and pulled the hands off my body.

For a singular moment. Just one moment, I thought I saw Neville glaring at the man. I didn't know his name but I knew he was a seventh-year Ravenclaw. I frowned and gave him a disgusted look before stomping off.

Quickly, I was swooped into a human train that was going around the room. I found myself gripping Blaises shoulder and was laughing. For the first time in a long time, I felt like a teenager; a kid.

After we passed through the dancefloor, I felt hands grip my shoulders and I turned my head to find Neville raising an eyebrow at me. He was giving me a lopsided grin. I rolled my eyes and looked forward again, now glaring at Blaise's neck.

Eventually, the train dispersed into the party and we all danced to the songs. I found Ginny throwing up in a garbage can with Mione' holding her hair. Ron was passed out on a nearby couch, and Harry was dry heaving in a corner. I made my way over and rubbed Ginny's back lightly before feeling myself get sick.

I immediately whipped around and vomited...directly onto Draco Malfoy. I felt myself giggle before I vomited again on Malfoy's shoes. By the time I was done puking, Malfoy was fuming and scoffed at me. He stormed off, likely to change his clothes and clean up, but I continued to puke.