"Mr. Longbottom, may I ask, what are a few uses of Flobberworm mucus?" Snape asked one of your friends, Neville, in a cold and stern voice.
"I-I'm not sure, Professor Snape, sir..." Neville squeaked out in reply to the Potions professor's question.
"Exactly, Longbottom. You are a swine, and have the attention span of a spoon! You are a useless boy! Merlin knows how you got into Gryffindor!" Severus stared directly into Neville's eyes with an ice-cold glare.
Neville was terrified, and as you we're sitting next to him, you immediately patted him and looked softly into his teary-green eyes.
At that, class resumed and everyone was silent the rest of the hour. After Potions, you could hear kids muttering about Neville. Sometimes laughing, sometimes angry. Depended on the person and the house. Most Slytherins just laughed and a few went to taunt your friend. Gryffindors, of course, comforted him. The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, though not in the class, depended.
After dinner, you went outside to the courtyard and went to the Black Lake. You thought of all the happy memories you had here with Neville. You two always looked for plants near the bank, and sometimes you'd study or just enjoy each other's company. He was nice to have around. And was really cu- Did you almost just think that? Then a question drifed to mind. Did you have a crush on your friend? In the middle of that thought, you heard sobbing from another tree. You got up and looked around, trying to find the source of the crying. Soon enough you stumbled upon a black-brown haired Gryffindor boy sitting in a ball against a tree, his hands against his face and his shoulders shaking with every sob. This boy- this boy is Neville!
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In Your Arms (Neville Longbottom x reader)
Fanfiction(EDIT, OCT 13 2020: please for the love of god stop leaving rude comments on this before I delete it. I was 12 when I wrote these. I don't know what y'all expected.) (A/N: This is actually kinda shit, so i suggest reading one of my other Neville x r...
