imagines [harry potter] (requests closed)

A little Crush - Neville

The past days had been not easy for teachers and students. Even a ghost go petrified, causing more fear and tension around the beautiful castle. No student walked alone through the hallways anymore. Always in a group of at least three or with a teacher. Students were surprised when Neville looked more scared as usual. After all, he was a pureblood and shouldn't be scared of getting petrified.

He was not concerned about himself, but about Y/N Y/L/N. The little girl from Y/H/H. On his first ride to Hogwarts, as he looked for Trevor, he saw her in a compartment. She was minding her own business, reading a Muggle book, to calm herself down. Just a month earlier, she found out about her being a witch. Neville remembered how she looked up at him, once he stepped in. He was about to say something, but no words came out. There was no way a girl like her would become friends with someone like him. Clumsy. Dumb. Not good-looking. Y/N began to giggle at his facial expression and he rushed out.

She didn't giggle because she thought he was pathetic, but because it was cute. Neville not only had a crush on her, but she had on too. It was just like love at first sight, but it was just a crush. Right now. Based on this crush, stares and smiles were exchanged, both unaware of the other's feelings.

After the message was written on the wall with blood, Neville was filled with fear. He was afraid that Y/N would be his next victim. Neville felt bad because he felt relief spread through his body every time another victim was found because he knew he hadn't to worry about her at this very moment. But in the following nights, he would be sleepless because his thoughts kept him awake. Y/N was on his mind all the time, even when he should focus on school or sleep.

Neville could clearly see that she was afraid as well. The usual smile, that danced on her lips, was only rare. That's why he would take some flowers while having Herbology and leave them with different sweets in her bag. Every time Y/N was surprised and happy. Her reaction made him happy.

Maybe it was a coincidence that she caught him the next time. Everyone left already, expect Y/N, who had a question and went to the professor. He was not fast enough to put it in her bag and leave, so when she turned around, after thanking the professor, she saw him. "Neville? You have been putting these nice things in my bag?" Neville grew extremely red and began to stutter, "Oh, ye-es. You lo-oked so scar-red in the past da-ays. I want-ted to ma-ake you smile."

Y/N giggled but stopped when the professor told them to leave. "It's really nice, Neville. It really got my mind off of other terrible things," she admitted and leaned towards. Much to Neville's surprise, she kissed his cheek and moved to go. "Am I going to see you later?" Neville got no words out but was able to nod. She shot him one last smile before she walked out of the classroom. Y/N was literally glowing as she moved to her new class. Neville looked after her, not realizing that new students walked into the classroom and the professor glaring at him.