The Battles of Love: A Neville Longbottom fanfic

Chapter 7

The Battles of Love: A Neville Longbottom fanfic

Chapter 7

Neville's POV

After dinner at the Great Hall, Eleanor and I decided to head back to the Common room. She could've went with her other friends, but then she chose to go with me. I was happily surprised, and not at all complaining that she went with me. 

I gave the Fat Lady the password, and the portrait opened, revealing the Common room.

"Ladies first," I said politely.

She smiled up at me and entered the Common room. I blushed once again, and I was glad that she didn't see me this time.

"Hey guys," Eleanor said once we spotted Ron an Hermione.

"Hey Eleanor," they said as turned to her.

"Hold on!" Hermione said, and she and Ron faced each other.

"It's just I've been so busy studying for these stupid O.W.L. exams!" Ron exclaimed.

"I'll read and correct them, that's all," Hermione said in conclusion.

Ron smiled. "Hermione, you're the most wonderful person I've ever met. If I'm ever rude to you again..."

"-I'll know you've gone back to normal," she finished. Then she turned to us. "Hi guys."

"Hi," Eleanor and I chorused.

"What are you guys talking about?" Eleanor asked.

"Ron wants me to write his essay," Hermione said with a roll of her eyes.

"Yeah! I mean, I'm so caught up with the O.W.L.s!" Ron defended.

Eleanor and I chuckled.

"I understand, Ronald," Eleanor said, patting his shoulder sympathetically.

We sat down on the couch, Ron and Hermione on either sides of Harry and Eleanor and I facing them.

"Harry, what's wrong with your hand?" Hermione asked, staring at his wound- covered hand.

Eleanor and I leaned forward.

"Yeah, what is that?" Eleanor asked.

Harry shook his head. "Nothing," he said.

"The other hand," Hermione said, grabbing his other hand. All of our eyes widened. "You've got to tell Dumbledore!"

"No, Dumbledore's got enough on his mind right now," Harry shrugged it off, as if it was no big deal. "Anyway, I don't want to give Umbridge the satisfaction."

"Bloody hell, Harry, the hag is torturing you!" Ron exclaimed.

"Ron's right," I said. "It's not right.."

Hermione agreed. "If the parents knew about this..." she started to say.

"Yeah, well I haven't got any of those, have I?" Harry cut her off.

We all fell silent. We all knew that Harry's parents are dead, and until now it was touchy issue for him.

Hermione bit her lip. "Harry, you've got to report this. It's perfectly simple, you just-"

"No it's not!" Harry exclaimed. "Hermione, whatever this is, it's not simple. You don't understand." He got up and started to leave.

"Then help us to," Hermione whispered before he left.

We watched as Harry stormed out of the Common room. For a while, we remained quiet.

"It's torture, right?" Eleanor said, breaking the silence. "It's practically abuse."