How To Write A Love Letter (Neville Longbottom x OC)

Part 1

The doors to the great hall opened and the first of the girls proceeded into the great hall followed by Fleur's little sister, Fleur herself, and Madame Maxime. I followed shortly after twisting and twirling in my light blue leotard and tutu. Madame Maxime had enchanted my shoes so that I wouldn't fall over tonight.

I couldn't wiggle my hips and sigh like the other girls, I couldn't do gymnastics like Fleur's sister, I couldn't strut and poise like Fleur, so naturally I was put in the back. I couldn't even walk in a straight line before tripping on the floor. I could however twirl. But then I would fall over. Madame Maxime made it so I couldn't fall. However, she made me the highlight of the show. And with the enchanted slippers I seemed extremely graceful.

I quickly hurried off to the highest corner of the bleachers when the Durmstrang boys came in. Someone pulled me down to their table and gave me a seat. The boy who gave me a seat was a shaggy red head who wouldn't stop staring at me. Hadn't he seen a half veela before? On the red head's other side was a shaggy black haired boy who kept looking at me then glance at his plate. Next to me was a curly dark brown haired boy. He was practically drooling as he looked at me. I blushed and looked down, feeling flattered.

"Oh boys," said a frizzy haired girl across from the red head. "You're scaring her. Neville shut your mouth or something will fly in there!"

The curly haired boy shut his mouth and frizzy turned her attention to me. "Sorry about them. Did they scare you?" I nodded. "I'm Hermione Granger. And you are?"

"Vienna Elle Même Charlotà L'Gratte," I turned to the boys "Who are all ah vous?"

"I-i-i'm H-harry Potter."

"Harry 'Otter? Oh! Vat a pleasure it iz to met vous!" I walked over and kissed him twice on each cheek, a sign of greeting in France.

"Already flirting, Vienna? Are you really that desperate?" called Fleur from across the hall.

" At least I can flirt, Fleur. Otherwise I might end like your fat whore of a mother, villing to bed any man I met as long as to bring Fleur and her sister into the world. Who knew Fleur would end up a desperate slut willing to suck anyone's dick and her sister a nosy bitch!"

The hall burst into laughter. Girls held back Fleur and Madame Maxime looked ready to kill. I would pay for this later.

"I'm-"He broke out in a fit of laughter.

"He's Ron." said Hermione.

"I'm N-n-neville L-longbot-bottom."

"Pleasure." I said extending my hand to shake his but he kissed it instead. I blushed when his lips stayed there to long.

When I shook Hermione's hand she shook it the right way. Harry kissed my hand also. But when I gave Ron my hand he held it and wouldn't let go. Neville must have gotten jealous because he grabbed my other hand.

I listened to Dumbly-Dore talk about the tournament and waited for the food to appear. When It did all manners went out the window. I ate like a pig.

"I thought the French had really good manners?" said Hermione.

I set a napkin on my lap and further adjusted to eating with manners by sitting up and taking tiny bites.

"Don't stop!" Laughed Harry. "I found it quite endearing."

Hermione groaned and hit her head on the table.