Harry Potter Imagines and Preferences

Finally ~~ Neville

It was around midnight and you were pacing the Gryffindor common room in sweatpants, displaying your house's crest and in red letters Gryffindor is spelled down the leg. You cross your arms over your bare stomach, since you're only wearing a (f/c) sports bra. Your head buzzes with so many worries and questions about how Harry was going to kill Voldemort. Harry was back and you, honestly, were scared for him. You didn't want anything to happen to, possibly, the only person who can kill Voldemort. He wasn't exactly a friend, but you had a crush on him for a while from first to third year, now you just see him as a gifted boy. Your body felt the least bit tired, but you didn't want to sit in your bed. Starting a fire, you heard some creaking by the stairs to the boys' dormitory. Spinning around, you notice Neville standing in a t-shirt and sweatpants.

"Neville! You scared me!" you whisper-yelled, walking back over to the couches.

"Sorry, I just can't sleep. Didn't know you'd be awake, too." He just stands there.

"It's fine, are you going to sit down or do I need to stand by you so we don't wake anyone with our voices?"

"Oh, I'll sit." He blushes and waddles over.

"Do you think you know why you can't sleep? I'm pretty good at making tea, that could help."

"No, I'm just worried about Harry is all." we whisper back and forth.

You push you back against the armrest with your feet placed on the cushions. Neville sits normally, but a little more awkward than you.

"I am too, I'm afraid of the war. I get scared when there is conflict large enough to conflict where I am." you explain.

"I don't want any of my friends to get hurt." he looks into your eyes.

"We should try to get some sleep, I don't know what will happen these next days."

"No one does, it's hard to I guess." He chuckles a little.

You've become close friends with Neville, it seemed that whenever one couldn't sleep the either couldn't, too. This ended up in many late night conversations and getting to know each other. We both weren't the bravest, but we're in Gryffindor for a reason.

"(y/n)? Are you scared of losing anyone?" He asks out of the blue.

"I guess I've never thought about it, but, I think so. Are you?" You're confused by the suddenness of the question.

"Yeah, I'm mortified of it. I think I'll head to bed now, see you." He hurries out before you can ask who.

"Okay, goodnight." you wave.

You massage your temples, closing your eyes. Not noticing how tired you actually are, you are out like a light.

"(y/n)? Wake up it's breakfast time!" Someone touches your shoulder, making you flinch out of your sleep and let out a loud snort alerting the whole common room that you are awake.

"What the heck, Seamus!" you smack him lightly in the arm, "You couldn't have just waited?"

He laughs a little, walking away. You get up and get dressed back in your dormitory, heading to breakfast afterwards. When you get there you eat a little, still worried.

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The war has been going on for a while, you've been traveling back and forth from the Great Hall to common rooms for no reason. You were walking the halls when a death-eater shows up. They stop you.

"CRUCIO!" they call, pointing their wand toward you.

An excruciating pain breaks out through your body, you fall to the ground and press you face into it. It wasn't easing the pain and you felt yourself slipping in and out of consciousness often. Someone screamed something at the death-eater and the pain stopped. You're now covered in dirt from rolling around trying to stop the hurting. Your hair is matted and you feel the salty tears drying on your face. It becomes black and the last sensation you have is being picked up by someone.

When you awaken, you first reach to your side, like you do every morning by habit to turn on the light. Instead of the light, you grip onto someone's hand, they hold your hand back.

"I'm so sorry for what happened, I thought you were dead and I would have never been able to tell you how I feel." You recognized the voice.

"Neville?" you asked, opening your eyes to see his battered up face over yours.

There was blood dripping down one side of it in a waterfall-like formation, it saddened you to see him hurt. He seemed to return the feeling.

"(y/n), I have fancied you since the first year, and then we started talking at night and I would spend the dark hours listening for your footsteps to make their way into the common room. Then I would wait for a while and focus on your footsteps instead. Pacing, you would always pace. I would go down later, we'd start up conversations and we were finally friends. I care so much for you that I was willing to put my life on the line to ensure your safety." he wouldn't let go of my hand.

"I didn't know that I felt the same until you explained it. I would look forward to restless nights, talking with someone who actually understood what I was talking about." you flashed back to the times.

"Finally." He laughed a little.

"Finally." You kissed him. He kissed back. It was magical dare I say it.

Sorry this took a while to write but I'm back on schedule and I now know my routine choreography, which is why it took so long. Yay, fun (sarcasm). Hope to see you tomorrow, ♡ (plus I'm sorry it is so short)