To All The Wizards Ive Loved Before [Neville Longbottom]

Awkward interactions

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"You want me to what?" Neville asked.

Neville was attempting to catch up on his studies in the library when he was forced into a conversation with Daphne Greengrass and Millicent Burstrode.

"Do the florals for the ball! Please Longbottom? You are the only one that can do it right." Daphne continued.

Neville contemplated the request. He liked Daphne, she was bubbly and fun, the room was never dull with her in it. But would they still be mates when Theo and him stop dating? Maybe it wasn't worth getting attached..

"Your tall artist friend is helping us as well- what was his name?"

"Dean Thomas?" Neville questioned.

"That's the one, he's one handsome bloke." Daphne continued.

Dean?

Neville felt a pit form in his stomach. Why would Dean keep this from them? The Gryffindor thought back to how distant Dean had been lately.

"Alright, I'll help." Neville stated plainly.

"Great! We can start now!" Millicent cheered, her and Daphne taking Neville by each of his wrists and pulling him towards the great hall.

The wizard was too surprised and intimated by the girls to argue or attempt to pull away. By the time the trio made it into the great hall Millicent was talking about some Ravenclaw she was seeing and Daphne was attempting to seem excited for her.

The great hall looked much different than the day before. The tables were removed and it made the room feel abnormally large and intimidating. The banners were blank, then Neville caught sight of Dean and a few other witches and wizards standing and chatting.

"Dean?" He asked curiously.

"Shit." Dean said before turning to face his mate. "Neville- what are you doing here?"

Neville stepped towards him, the other students dispersing behind Dean now.

"Greengrass and Burstrode persuaded me to help with the florals. Who are you hiding from?" Longbottom asked with a small smile. Seeing Dean so nervous was new to him. The wizard always seemed so put together and sure of himself, yet here he was almost sweating at the stress of being caught here.

Dean let out a long sigh of defeat.
"It's Seamus- he won't leave me alone. We've been together almost every day since the war and I just needed some time away from him. To think..."

"To think?" Neville repeated.

Dean bit his lip nervously.

"Oh. oh." Neville replied, Dean nodded to confirm the suspicions. "You fancy Seamus- I don't know why I didn't see that coming. But I don't understand, why are you hiding from someone you enjoy?"

Dean shrugged, leaning against the table set up behind him. He tilted his head back, not looking at anything in particular. "I guess I'm scared. Seamus and I have been the way we are for so long, I don't want to ruin it. What if my heart gets broken? Maybe getting over it is the smarter option."