In my dreams//Harry Potter Imagines

Kiss the bride (Neville Longbottom)

The Yule Ball was quite a wondrous event; seeing all the students of Hogwarts dressed in their best, the dancing, the music, all of it just lifted your spirits.
You had gone in a beautiful, (Y/F/C) gown your parents had sent you, and you looked absolutely spectacular. Everyone who set eyes on you were completely in awe.
Including the people you didn't want to set eyes on you.
As soon as you stepped into the Great Hall, Draco blocked your path.
You immediately rolled your eyes. "What do you want, Malfoy?" you spat.
"Oh, come on, love. Don't be like that." He smirked, eyeing you up and down.
"You look gorgeous." He began to grab your hand, but you quickly swatted it away.
"Leave me alone, Draco. I'm not interested."
You tried to shove past him, but he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you extremely close to him.
"Why not, babe? You don't have a date, right? Come and dance with me-"
"I-I'm her date." said a familiar voice. You turned around and saw Neville Longbottom with his face completely red.
Draco moved you out of the way and stood in front of Neville.
"Really, Longbottom? Only in your dreams would (Y/N) even-"
"Actually, I am his date." You interrupted, running to Neville's side.
"Yeah. So, back off, Malfoy." Neville said, grabbing your hand. Heat began to rush to your cheeks.
Draco scoffed and stormed off.
"Thank you so much, Neville. I seriously owe you." you smiled and gave him a tight hug.
A slow song started to play in the Great Hall, and a small smile began to form on Neville's face.
"Dance with me?" He asked.
Your cheeks began to turn red again.
"I'd love to."
He took your hand again and led you out onto the dance floor, where you two swayed to the music that played.
You were trying so hard to hide your blushing cheeks. You had been harboring the biggest crush on him ever since your first year with him. You two didn't talk much, but when you did, he was always finding ways to make you smile.
"You're quite the dancer, Neville." You smiled.
He chuckled and spun you around.
"Thank you. I've-um-been practicing." He stuttered.
His hands began to shake a little.
"Neville? Are you alright?"
"(Y/N), c-can I tell you something?"
"Of course."
He was quiet for a few moments, searching for the right words to say. Until the Weasley twins decided to intervene.
"Oi! (Y/N)!" Fred yelled, putting his hands on your shoulders.
George came up to Neville and did the same. "It seems our friend has gotten himself into a situation."
"So, tell us,(Y/N). Would you be interested in dating a catch like Longbottom here?" Fred asked.
Heat began to rise up on your face again and the same happened for Neville. But you began to smile.
"Definitely." You said, still smiling.
Neville looked relieved.
"Now, Neville, would you be interested in dating a catch like (Y/N)-" George began before being cut off.
"Yes! A-absolutely." Neville said, smiling as well.
"You may now kiss the bride!" the twins shouted in unison.
"Are you okay with me kissing you?" Neville whispered.
You giggled and pressed your lips against his. His eyes were wide, but he melted into the kiss. It was slow and sweet, and when you pulled away, you were both left without words.
"We'll leave you two to the snogfest, then." Fred chuckled, walking off with his brother.
You and Neville both laughed along. You rested your head on his shoulder while you two continued to dance.
"Neville?"
"Yeah?"
"How long have you liked me?"
He began to laugh again. "A really really REALLY long time."
"I better thank the twins later." You smirked, planting a kiss on Neville's cheek