Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines

Neville Longbottom- Nervous (c)

Since news of the Yule Ball had spread throughout the school, everyone had been acting strange. Even though there was still a couple of days before it occurred there was a large segregation between those who had a date and those who didn't.

If it was down to you, you wouldn't even go, all of the people and the dancing it wasn't really for you, especially if you were going on your own. You could go with friends but you didn't have many, you only really spoke to Ginny, and she already had a date. She offered to tell them no, so you could be friend dates but you didn't want to miss out on the opportunity.

Although you weren't very good at dancing, even with the minimal classes forced upon you by the school, you wouldn't mind going if you were asked. Seen as you had no choice in going, it'd be nice if you actually had someone to talk to. But it didn't seem as though anyone would ask.

You sat in the Gryffindor common room reading, trying to be distracted from the impending doom of the ball. A few people were there, but they were doing their own things. Across the room, you noticed a figure walk in and out of the room repetitively. Looking over the top of your book, you watched what was occurring.

It was Neville Longbottom, whom was walking into the room, then a look of fear appeared on his face and he'd leave again. You weren't sure what was going on.

You hadn't spent a lot of time with him, but the time you did spend with him you enjoyed. He was sweet and seemed very nice. Slightly concerned as to why he looked so out of it, you rested your book on the arm of the chair walking over to the door. Now he looked down to his feet mumbling something to himself.

"Hi Neville, are you okay?" You smiled softly.

His head snapped up, and he opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but instantly closed it again.

You gave him a warm smile, to try and get him to talk, but it just seemed to make him look more nervous.

"I... um..." He muttered.

"You seem a bit lost. Were you looking for someone?" You asked trying to prompt him in speech.

"You," He stated.

"So, you were looking for me?"

He nodded.

"Well in that case, what do you need?"

"Oh... um.... I wanted to ask... well I wanted to know... would you... you don't have to... I just thought maybe... you... I mean... would you... um... the yule ball... er... together?"

Even though it was completely incoherent it was hopefully clear what he was asking.

"Are you asking me to go with you to the yule ball?" You smiled hopefully.

"Yeah. But I understand if you wouldn't want to," He sighed looking back to his feet.

"I'd love to."

He instantly looked up, seeming confused.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I?"

"I thought someone would have asked you. Why would you want to go with me?" He asked.

"No one has asked. And to be fair I would've probably said yes to whomever asked first as I'd feel obliged to, but so you know that isn't the case here. I like you. But I thought you'd ask someone else, like Ginny," You smiled awkwardly.

He furrowed his eyebrows, and his smile grew afterwards.

"You like me? I like you too, so why would I ask Ginny? She's nice and all, but she isn't you."

"She's prettier than me, she's smarter, nicer and just not as odd."

He let out a soft laugh.

"No she isn't. You are the prettiest girl in the school. And you are the only person I wanted to go to this ball with," He smiled.

"Thank you. I'm glad I am going with you. I... I should go and make sure Ginny doesn't say no to her date to keep me company, I told her not to but she'd probably do it anyway," You shrugged.

"Okay... I'll see you later," He said softly.

You stepped onto your tip toes and kissed his cheek as you said goodbye, hastily make your way to your dorm where you were sure Ginny would be.

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Written by Charlotte.