The Battles of Love: A Neville Longbottom fanfic

Chapter 18

The Battles of Love: A Neville Longbottom fanfic

Chapter 18

Eleanor's POV

Neville and I made it to the Room of Requirement in less than ten minutes. We couldn't gotten there faster, but we had to be careful in case anyone was spying on us.

Almost everyone was present. They were either chatting amongst each other or getting ready for practice.

"So what are we learning today, Harry?" I asked Harry, who was standing on the center of the room. He had a look of concentration on his face and he snapped out of it once I waved my hand in front of his face. "Sorry."

"It's okay," he said, straightening out his posture. "We need to work on stunning mostly. Oh, and conjuring a patronus, but that's for another day."

"Alright." I nodded and walked away.

Once we were complete, Harry immediately started the lesson and we emerged into another exhausting session.

For the next few weeks, Dumbledore's Army trained endlessly and tediously. At first I thought we were doing challenging things already. But as the weeks went by, Harry pushed us to our limits. Most of us were getting tired, but at least what motivated us was the thought of Christmas break.

On the down side, Malfoy's also been non-stop pranking me with small, stupid and childish pranks. I simply brush them off every time.

I was casually walking to Charms class when someone said an unfamiliar spell, and a flock of birds flew past my face. I shrieked and stepped back. I instantly knew who did it.

"Very funny, Malfoy." I didn't bother turning around. I continued walking to class.

"Hilarious, actually." Malfoy caught up with me and walked over to my side. "Aren't you going to get mad?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Why?" I said. "You've been pranking me for the past two weeks. I kinda got used to it."

"I was hoping for a different reaction," he said. "Like a sneer or cry, maybe."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not going to cry," I said. "I'm not immature, like your lame pranks."

"Lame?" he laughed. "It's rather funny, if you ask me."

"Well, I didn't ask you." I quickened my pace and overtook him.

"Hey!"

"What?" I asked. Draco caught up with me again, much to my distaste. "Are you following me?"

"My next class is potions," he said. "Don't have such a big head."

"Look who's talking," I stated, taking a turn down the hallway.

"Don't think this is the last of pranks," he said. "Like I said, you're not getting of that easy."

"Oh my god you really should get over it." I rolled my eyes.

"My prank on you wasn't as humiliating as what you did to me," he said pointedly.

"It kinda was," I said. "We both used charms or potions. Same banana."

"Before you did your stupid prank, everyone thought no one could mess with me," he snapped. "Let me be clear. No one messes with Draco Malfoy."

I stared at him. "You are seriously delusional." I walked away

"How dare you!" He caught up with me again.

"Sorry. I mean, not really," I said. "Look. If I ever offended you, then I apologize. But you seriously need to move on. You're acting like a baby."

"I am not!" He flung his arms.

A few people stopped and turned to watch us.

Draco stared at the other students and shot them glares. "What are you all looking at? Piss off!" he barked and the students quickly looked away.

I pulled Draco and I to an empty broom closet as soon as we were out of people's view. I wouldn't want to be caught dead in the same closet as Malfoy. We just needed a place to talk.

"What in the world are you doing?" Malfoy asked, his eyebrows raised. I haven't seen him more confused.

"Would you keep your voice down!" I whispered before shifting uncomfortably. I was aware of how little the space was between Malfoy and I. There was only about five inches separating us.

"Why are we in a broom closet?" he asked. "I find this situation both awkward and somewhat pleasing."

"Shut up, Malfoy," I said. "Look. I'm sorry, okay? Are you happy now? Isn't that what you wanted to hear?"

"Uhh." He looked speechless.

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you or damaged your stupid ego," I added. "Sincerely sorry."

Draco folded his arms and smirked. "Apology accepted."

I rolled my eyes, which kind of hurt. Every time I talked to Malfoy, I can't help but roll my eyes. It was pretty tiring. "You are such a baby."

"Hey!" He took a step forward.

"And by the way, even though I apologized, I don't regret what I did." I smiled sheepishly and left the closet before Malfoy could say anything else.

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Draco's POV

"Cott!" I cursed as soon as Eleanor slammed the closet door in front of my face. I stood there, stunned, unable to comprehend what just happened.

Eleanor just... apologized to me? I didn't want to be so sure. She could have just lied to my and throw another prank on me. The last time she also said that she forgave me, and look where that got us. She could be plotting another joke on me.

This is so twisted.

I opened the door and stepped out, only to be greeted by several faces.

"What were you doing in a closet, Malfoy?" Crabbe asked.

"He's gone mad," I heard Goyle whisper.

"I can hear you," I said with a roll of my eyes. "Can we just get to class?" I turned and walked off, with Crabbe and Goyle following behind me.

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Author's Note:

Hey guys!! I'm sorry for this short chapter, and it's more of a filler actually! More exciting chapters are up ahead!

School has started but there's been a lot of suspension of classes, so that means I have more time to write! Yay! Please pray & hope that I have the strength and will to write despite all the requirements & projects that will come my way! (I'm a senior now woohoo)

See you soon!!

Love,
Amilia aka Elle

P.S. Go check out my chapter 1 of my new story! It's a Divergent fanfic this time hehe