- Summer before 7th year
- No specified pronouns
-You and Neville are just friends right now
-If this absolutely sucks, I am going to cry
Y/N'S POV
The Death Eaters were nearing up on you, brandishing their wands menacingly. "No!" you yell through tears, stumbling nearer to the edge of the cliff. Soon enough, the snake-like voice of Voldemort echoes through your head, "Too late...." Suddenly there's a burst of green light and you wake up buried under various blankets and pillows.
"Fuck..." you say through heavy breaths, wiping the cold sweat off your forehead. You soon process your surroundings. Though it was nearly impossible to see through the darkness; you can tell you're in the guest bedroom at Neville's house, where you've been staying for the summer.
The whole idea of the war had really gotten to your head, as it did for everyone. Nights of restless sleep have gone by, despite the comfort of the bed you've been sleeping in.
It doesn't take long for you to notice the pounding headache that you've acquired while you were asleep. You reach for the aspirin you have on the bedside table, clutching your head with a hand as though it helped the pain. After taking one more pill than you're supposed to you drop the bottle on the ground lazily, not bothering to set it on the nightstand. You roll over and pull the blanket back over you, knowing you won't be able to sleep but closing your eyes anyway.
Once again, a while goes by of you lying awake, trying to sleep but failing miserably. You begin to get really tempted to ask Neville if you can sleep in his bed with him. Would that be weird? Is he even still awake? You continue continue questioning yourself before finally standing up, wrapping yourself in a blanket, and quietly walking over to Neville's room.
The door creeks open as you turn the doorknob, and you walk in, closing the door behind you. Neville's lying peacefully asleep, his arms wrapped around one of his multiple pillows. His soft brown hair is all messed up. He somehow looks even cuter asleep.
You shake him lightly to wake him up but he remains asleep. "You dead?" you whisper. You shake him a bit harder and he finally begins to rouse, his eyes opening about halfway. "Huh?" he mumbles sleepily.
"I can't sleep.... Can I sleep with you...? That sounds wrong, but you know what I mean." you whisper, seeming a bit embarrassed. It feels as though you're a small child waking their parents up to tell them there's a monster under the bed.
Neville, on the other hand, is still pretty disoriented from just having woken up.
"Oh...uh, sure." he manages to sound flustered even through his sleepy tone.
"Sorry I woke you up," you say quietly.
"No—it's okay—lay down." His voice is soft and sweet. The kind of voice that reminds you of honey. You shuffle over to the empty side of the bed and lay down, pulling the blanket—which you had wrapped around you—over you, then the comforter.
NEVILLE'S POV
The two of you lie in silence for a bit as you both try to sleep. At one point, he opens his eyes looks over at you and sees that your eyes are also open. His eyes remain thoughtfully fixed on you for a moment before he decides to speak. "Can I hold you?" Through the darkness, he can see you nod.
He holds his arms out to you and you move over beside him, snuggling up to his chest. He wraps his arms gently around you, the warmth making you realize how cold you were before. He buries his face in your hair, cuddling you close.
You end up dozing off quicker than you have in months. It takes Neville a bit to notice that you've fallen asleep, but once he has, he smiles sleepily to himself and plants a kiss on top of your head. "Love you..." he whispers before burying his face back in your hair, eventually drifting off to sleep too.
