Harry Potter Characters x male Reader

Neville Longbottom and a Hufflepuff

   As (name) ran down the hallway, desperately trying to make it to charms class on time, he bumped into his friend Ron. Ron laughed as (name) helped himself and Ron up and collected his books. "Where are you off to so fast? Trying to find Neville~?". Yes, Ron knew about your crush on the shy brunette and was doing everything in his power to make Neville's returned interest obvious, but you shook off the question trying to explain. " I'm sorry Ron but I'm late to charms." (Name) said ,bashful. "(Name) you know it's Saturday right?" Ron asked.  That explains why the halls are empty (name) thought. Thanking Ron, (name) turned back towards where he had come from and started back to the Hufflepuff common room.
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  In the Great Hall (name) was talking with friends and stuffing his face with everything in sight. Laughing at a joke, (name) was soon distracted by a tall, slightly pudgy Gryffindor walking in. Neville had changed a lot since first year, now in forth, he was a lot less awkward. Without realizing, (name) was staring off into space, or, more specifically the Gryffindor table. Pulling (name)'s attention back, a girl named Sherry began talking to him. But (name) couldn't pay much attention. As dinner ended and everyone slowly left, (name) veered towards the Gryffindor table. Ron eyed him and mouthed 'make your move'. Sighing, (name) shyly approached Neville and tapped his shoulder.
   X Neville's POV X
  I turned around to see a familiar (hair color) in yellow and black robes. His hair was messy and his cheeks were rosy. "Hey (name)" I say. He mutters a quick "hey" and looks down. "Um, N-Neville can I talk to you in the c-corridor?" Asked the (shorter/taller) Hufflepuff. "Uh sure" I responded, confused. I wasn't prepared for what happened once we walked through the Great Hall's doors. As (name) stood shyly in front of me, he quickly leaned forward, pecked my lips, and ran off.
   In shock, and blushing from confusion and a newfound love interest, I ran after (name). He turned up the Grand Staircase but soon was out of breath from running. I caught up to him and grabbed his arm. "I'm sorry Neville I just- I don't know how to - I'm such an idiot - I need to go..." (name) tried to stand up but I gripped his arm tighter. Despite my own fears, I leaned down, and our lips connected. Little did we realize a certain Weasley was trying to contain his laughter at his two friends.