Harry Potter Imagines

Neville Longbottom

Where do I begin? Everyone knows I hate Neville, hell pretty sure every professor knows it too, but non the less I get stuck with him for a project. Id get him to do it, but no, he said he wouldn't put my name on the project and he doesn't trust me to do it on my own. So here I am waiting in the library for him so we can get started, I just hope we finish early so I can get away from him.

"Where have you been? Ive been waiting for ages." I say crossing my arms.

"Well I would have gotten here sooner but something came up." He said panting, probably ran here.

"Thought we agreed that I would contribute if we both were on time, so if something comes up again, you leave it. Understood?"

"I can't make any promises, but please can we just get started? Its already a bore to be talking with you."

"Looks like Longbottom grew a pair from class until now, interesting." I say smirking.

As we worked more and more, I began to wonder why I started hating him in the first place. Well actually thats a lie, I know exactly why I hate him, he tripped me looking for his stupid frog on the first day of school and he didn't even apologize for it, and Ive held a grudge ever since. Childish yes, but when you're 11 apologizes mean everything.

"Are you even listening to me? Or are you too focused on something else?" He asks, interrupting my thoughts.

"Actually yes, yes I am focused on something else. Im remembering why I began hating you in the first place."

"And whats that exactly?" Seriously? Did he just ask me that? How could he not know, the day it happened he even looked back after he tripped me.

"You don't remember?" I say closing my book. He shakes his head no. "So you're telling me you don't remember when you tripped me, looked back and kept chasing that bloody frog of yours? You know I scrapped my knee falling, bled for 5 minutes straight! No wonder I got into Slytherin, all my anger came out that day, and the sorting hat apparently saw that." I look at him, and all he's doing is smiling, or is it more of a smirk?

"Oh right. You're the girl who fell for me." He said and winked.

"I get what you're trying to say, and no, I did not "fall" for you, I fell BECAUSE of you. Who knows, if you just apologized for it, maybe we could have been friends, and maybe I wouldn't have ended up in Slytherin."

"Even if I did apologize, you still would have gotten into Slytherin."

"Guess we'll never know, now will we?" I look down at my watch and realize how late it is.

"Times up isn't it?" He says.

"Y-yeah, it is..." I look up at him and smile slightly. "Guess we should be getting back to our common rooms hey?"

"Or..." He says grabbing my hand. "We could chat instead of working on the project."

I look at him, see that smile, but then I realize, it could never work out anyways. Im a Slytherin, he's a Gryffindor, we're supposed to be enemies, not lovers.

"I know what you're thinking, I mean, it would be great if we were in the same house, then we could do all the flirting we want, but sadly thats not the case. But, who says we can't try? Im for it if you are."

"Suppose science is correct after all, opposites do attract." Leaning in and we kiss, not deep, but just right for this moment.

Who would have thought Longbottom would have game? I sure as hell didn't think so, but I guess the quote serves itself, can't judge a book by its cover.

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Yes I know the picture is not the true Neville from Hogwarts, BUT Im just here to help you realize his transformation. I mean look at him, too hot hot damn, am I right?