in between the lines, hogwarts imagines

33*Neville Longbottom Rejection Imagine*

Warnings:
Light Swearing
Crying
Fighting

Requested By: none

Rated: Kinda Depressing

I glanced at him, standing with her. The perfect Hannah Abbot, or his newly-found girlfriend.
She was everything I felt I wasn't. When I was "hideous", she was beautiful. A boy liked Neville deserved her, and a girl like me didn't deserve Neville. So, in Year Four, when he befriended me, I fell for him.
Yes, he wasn't the handsomest, but he was the kindest, the sweetest. He brought the things I had lost. The childish behaviour, the sweet remarks. They were gone, until he came along. Now that they were dating, they were gone again. I was mess and kept it quiet about my feelings. That is, until one night, Neville and I sat at Black Lake, admiring the sky. "I think I love her, { y / n }." He confessed and I felt my heart pace began to speed. "Oh?" I muttered, trying to keep my eyes off of him. "Yeah, Hannah and I are thinking about what we are going thinking of what to do after we turn seventeen," He confessed and I felt the warmth of tears hit my cheeks. "{ Y / n}? Are you okay?" I heard the concern of his voice and lost my grip on reality. My thoughts had trapped me for several moments. These moments were filled with memories that will fade soon.
"{ Y / n}, I'm scared. What if I'm  not supposed to be in Gryffindor?" The boy that was known as Neville whispered. I smiled and grabbed his small hand that still was bigger than mine. "You're a Gryffindor, Neville Longbottom. No mistake about it," Year Four Me whispered back.
"{ Y / n } ?" Neville said, louder. "Bloody hell, Neville. I cannot do this. If you love her, why are you here with me? I don't understand," My voice cracked as the tears became more frequent. "B- because you're my best friend," He stammered, now looking at me. "I'm sorry, Nev. I can't hide the fact that I've loved you since the fourth year. I've been there, but that wasn't enough clearly. I have to leave," I retorted and began running into a direction.  I didn't care where away from the boy who didn't love me was enough. I heard him call my name, yet I didn't call for him. I didn't get butterflies in my stomach. I didn't crave his touch to give me life. I wanted to never hear my name out of his mouth ever again. That's when I fell into the hard, cold ground. I let out a scream filled with anger and brokenness. I wished for something to numb the pain he caused. Tears flowed more heavily as I began picking myself up in a sitting position. "Well, that was exciting," I heard a male's voice say. This voice had an Irish tone to it, so I knew it was not Neville.  I automatically flinched from the sound of the voice, but I knew who's the maker of this voice- Seamus Finnigan.
"What do you want, Seamus?" I muttered, feeling him get closer to me. "I'd like to know what's the matter," He replied and I felt a sigh began to build. "Honestly, me too,"

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Two Imagines In One Night. Good job, me. I hoped you enjoyed and this might get a part two.