ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 9 - ᴘᴇᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ∞𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔∞ Ϟ❆❦❝─Or I’ll kick your ass─❞❦❆ϟ
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ϟᴱˡⁱᶻᵃᵇᵉᵗʰ’ˢ ᴾᴼⱽϟ ☾──༄♪ϟ♪༄──☽
“Neville, you’re doing it again,” I told him, smiling lightly. He laughed at me, and pulled the plant closer to him. He rolled his eyes playfully. “What’s its name?”
“I don’t know… how about Antonio?” he asked me. I raised an eyebrow, and chuckled to myself.
“I think it’s perfect,” I told him, and went back to my book.
This is what it has been like for two weeks, I don’t know if I can take it anymore. Hermione is the only one that talks to me, but she also is friends with Ron, and then Harry has been ignoring us all. It’s so annoying.
“So, what are you reading?” Neville asked, sitting down next to me. I smiled at him, and looked at my book.
“Anything on the Triwizard tournaments before this one,” I told him. He nodded, and looked towards the black lake. He looked very awkward, but he was always this way.
“Do you mind if I ask you something…?” Neville asked me, looking very hesitant. I smirked.
“You already did,” I told him playfully, and he laughed at me.
“I’m serious, Liz,” he told me. I sighed, and crossed my arms and pouted.
“Fine,” I said. We both stared at each other for a moment, before we burst out laughing. I liked Neville’s company, he always brought me to smile.
Neville always acted awkward, but by his body language, and by the things he would say, you could tell he was either comfortable, or uncomfortable. And I think he was comfortable around me, or at least I hope so.
“Okay!” he said, turning to be in front of me. He put his hand on my shoulders, and gave me a fake serious face. “Serious!”
“Right, serious,” I told him, smiling lightly. He sighed out.
“Alright. Don’t get mad… but what happened between you and Harry?” he asked me. I looked at him in shock for a moment, before looking down. “You– you don’t have to tell me–” I placed my hands on his shoulders, smiling as best as I could. “Nev, it’s okay… it’s just hard to talk about.”
“I get it, but you can trust me,” he told me nicely. I nodded. He smiled at me, and pulled his hand into mine.
“Okay— just don’t hate me—” I took a big breath in. “Harry is mad at me because I’m friends with some Slytherins.”
