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Harry Potter Neville Longbottom

Imagine having a crush on Neville

You didn't draw attention to yourself. An observer you could say. Perfectly happy to sit in the middle of the class and have no one know your name. It was fine with you if you knew everyone's name but no one knew yours. There was one man that you wanted so badly to know who you were.

Neville Longbottom. The man you are in the same year with.

He was your going on five year now crush; ever since year two when he helped you pick up your books you had spilled after running into him you had started crushing on the oblivious man.

But sometimes things aren't meant to work out they way we want.

It was seventh year now and the Death Eaters have taken over the school. You had led your own underground movements, spray painting walls, pulling hexes and pranks on Slytherins and Death Eaters alike. There were two things in your favor when you did them: one, no one suspected you seeing as no one knew you, and two, your parents were killed by Death Eaters.

One night you had snuck out of your dorm and you walked obliviously by the Room of Requirement where fellow Gryffindor's like yourself had been hiding out and doing what you did. You suddenly stopped walking and slowly turn weed around and headed in front of the entrance.

'This is the perfect place for my next message,' you think with a smirk as you dig through your bag for the paint.

You shake the can of spray paint. And begin to write Dumbledore's Army in red.

((A/N: idk if you could actually have spray paint in Hogwarts but I have no other ideas))

Suddenly the wall begin to move and shaped into a huge iron gate door. You stared for a moment before jumping back in delayed shock.

"Neville!" Seamus yelled, his voice sounding like a whisper through the wall. "Why is it acting up?"

"I dunno," you hear Neville reply. "Maybe it's trying to tell us something."

Still wondering how the door appeared because that was strange for Hogwarts you didn't move a bit when the door opened and Neville poked his head out.

He just stares out you before smiling and then walks all the way out. "Hey," he says giving a little wave. "What were you doing?"

You open your mouth and close it again your brain still trying to process. Suddenly everything begins to work and you jump, quickly shoving the paint in your bag you answer. "Midnight walk," you lie face cherry red.

"Uh huh," he says not believing you. "So you're the one who's been helping us out." He says with a smile. "It's (Y/N) right?"

"How do you know my name?" You ask surprised.

"I've had a lot of classes with you." He tells you honestly. "So you have been helping. I've always wanted to meet the person who's been doing all those hexes. How'd you get away with all of it? I haven't been able to do anything good in weeks!"

You smile your brain still not getting over the fact he knew your name. "It's easy when no one knows you exist." You reply somewhat modestly.

"I do. I notice you." Neville says quickly before blushing profoundly at his confession.

You smile softly. "What's behind those doors?" You ask peering around his shoulder at the huge and beautiful doors.

Neville smiles proudly. "The biggest movement against You-Know-Who. You can join, I know a lot of people who will be happy to meet you." He holds his hand out. "Do you trust me?"