✨Forever✨ A Neville x Reader

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𝔄/𝔑: ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢, 𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔟𝔦𝔱 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢.

~𝔄𝔩𝔩𝔞

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I walk down the corridor to the Slytherin common room. After dinner, I had asked my friends to allow me to return on my own.

Crabbe and Goyle, as expected, didn't seem to understand the severity of the situation and agreed in confusion.

Blaise had nodded slowly.

Draco and Pansy were reluctant, but, with the proper persuasion techniques, I managed to convince them.

A few of the other students glance at me with varying expressions. Some are snide, some kind, some disgusted. To my utmost shock, some even appear to be jealous. I am almost certain that I interpreted those few emotions incorrectly. After all, who could possibly be jealous of my situation?

"Y-Y/N. . .?" a hesitant voice that I instantly recognize addresses me.

I halt, turning to face the speaker, desperately hoping that I had misidentified him.

Unfortunately, I had not. Neville Longbottom

Groaning inwardly, I wonder why he had to take to me.

Then an idea comes to me, and I decide to do something Draco would definitely love to see.

Rushing over to him, I aggressively pin him to the wall of the corridor. He stares at me, shock and discombobulation adorning his features.

"Did you tell McGonagall?!" I snap, furious at the thought.

Neville tentatively pushes me off of him, resulting in me shooting him a glare, and shakes his head. "N-no. I did not. I expect that Gran did." he murmurs, looking away.

I scoff. "You really think I'm going to believe that?" I snicker when he slowly nods. "Oh my goodness, you're so retarted!"

At that, I turn and continue on my way, ignoring the hurt look in Neville's eyes.

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"So, Y/N, how's married life?" Daphne inquires excitedly that night as we all try to sleep.

Turning onto my side and facing the wall, I huff in annoyance. "What do you think? The guy's a loser. At least they aren't making us share a dorm, though."

"They might." Pansy adds seriously. From the sounds of it, she's likely shifting a bit in order to get comfortable.

Frowning slightly, I nod. "Yeah, he did want to talk to me about something earlier. It might've been something like that." I reply thoughtfully, hoping wholeheartedly for this to not be the case.

Daphne sighs disappointedly. "And you didn't allow him to speak to you because. . .?"

Rolling my eyes, I scoff. "Why would I? The guy's a dork!"

"He might've had something important to say!" Pansy agrees.

I gape at them, astonished at their audacity. "Yeah, sure, gang up on me! That's fun!" I exclaim, throwing my hands up dramatically.

The other girls snicker simultaneously.

After a few moments, Daphne props up on her elbow to look at me seriously. "I really do think that you should hear him out. It might be important, like Pansy said."

"Fine." I groan. "Good night, losers."

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The next day, I wake up early and wait outside the Great Hall, ever reluctant to face the man I was forced to marry.

Finally, after what felt like hours of waiting, he arrives.

Forcing myself to appear friendly, I call out to him.

"Neville!"

The name feels like poison on my tongue.

He stared at me in disbelief, and murmured something to his friends before approaching me.

"What was it you wanted to talk about last night?" I inquire, forcing a smile. I lean back against the intricately carved wall in an attempt to seem less intimidating. At least, I hope I typically seem intimidating.

Biting his lip, he hesitates. "Erm, Gran wants me to take you to see Mum and Dad some time. . . For some reason."

I gape at him, and words that I will later regret slip out of my mouth uncontrollably:

"Why would I want to see people who should've died long ago?"

Remorse instantly burns inside me. I've gone too far.

I blurt out an explosion of apologies, but the damage has been done. Anger replaces all other emotions previously on his face, and it's now my turn to be pinned against the wall. I don't fight it, knowing very well that I deserve it.

Why do I have to be like this? It only ever gets me in trouble. Why can't I learn to think before I speak?

"Don't ever insult my parents ever again." he growls furiously.

Despite his timid nature, he certainly displays shows of courage, honor, and the like when needed. Although he more than showed his capability in the war, I'm still shocked at his strength. Even if I wanted to escape, I probably wouldn't've been able to.

"I'm so sorry, it. . . Just slipped out." I apologize profusely, and I know that I'd be covering my face in guilt if I were able to move my arms. "I'll never do it again. I know how awful their fate was, and it was totally out of line for me to carelessly make fun of them. I'm so sorry."

As much as I hate to admit it, I was slightly trembling. Not from fear, of course, but from contrition. Now, I'm trusting you, dear reader, with this information, so don't tell anyone.

Furious as he is, Neville steps back, clearing his throat. He's still infuriated at my thoughtlessness, but he visibly tries to calm down.

"Just. . ." he pauses, seemingly thinking of something to say. "Don't do it again."

I nod. "Never, I promise."

At that, we enter the Great Hall, separately, of course, to eliminate suspicions, and part ways.

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𝔄/𝔘: ℑ 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔬 𝔣𝔞𝔯. ℑ𝔱'𝔰 𝔰𝔬 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔑𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢, 𝔟𝔲𝔱, 𝔞𝔩𝔞𝔰, 𝔦𝔱 𝔲𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔲𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔫 𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰/𝔰𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫. 𝔉𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔜/𝔑'𝔰 𝔠𝔯𝔲𝔢𝔩𝔱𝔶. ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲.

~𝔄𝔩𝔩𝔞