Harry Potter Characters X Reader

Neville X Reader

"Oh my god! You didn't! When?"

"Yesterday, at an empty hall while everyone else was at the dinner feast."

"Was he good? At kissing I mean?"

"He was alright..."

You sat alone at one of the empty tables trying to study for potions. It was hard to focus with the little noises in the library, especially when two Hufflepuffs started whispering to each other about something behind a bookshelf that intrigued you. Kissing. Has everyone done it but me? Obviously everyone in grades above had done it and not all the people in your year have kissed, but you couldn't help but feel a bit excluded. "A bit sloppy..."

You couldn't catch the rest of the conversation when Hermione came over taking the empty seat next to you. "Hello there Hermione." you greeted, looking at your potions book. "Hello Y/N, studying for potions I see."

"Yeah, my grades aren't where I want them to be." You said. You suppressed the urge to ask Hermione a question that might have turned this current conversation awkward but it tumbled out of your mouth before you knew what you were saying. "Hermione, you ever kissed anyone?" you asked suddenly causing Hermione to give you a bewildered look.

"As in, on the lips?" You nodded to her question. "Well, honestly no, I haven't. I mean...it'd be nice, but...school is far more important than some rubbish kisses with a boy who can't even take himself seriously... Why do you ask?" Her faced formed a frown of confusion.

"Nothing, just wondering." you responded looking back down at your book. "I was just curious is all."

"Have you?" Hermione asked.

"No, I haven't." You responded honestly.

"Well, if you were able to kiss anyone you wanted who would you choose?" Hermione asked flipping through the pages of a book that was in front her trying to make herself not look too interested in this topic of conversation. You took this time to actually think who you would want to kiss. This question was basically a disguise to a "Who's your crush?" question.

After going through all the boys that you know and the ones you seem to notice around the school, you thought up of no one that you prefer. A big blank just popped in your head. "Honestly, no one really, I'm just hoping that whoever I kiss is someone I actually like and not a complete dimwit or a jerk."

"Fair enough."

"And you?"

"W-what!? Me?!" Hermione's the flesh on her face had brighten and her eyes wide. "N-nobody really comes to mind." Sitting up straight with a proud look on her face she continued "I just focus on my studies, like I said, it's rubbish."

"Right."

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After the dinner feast in the great hall, you headed up to the Gryffindor common room, stuffed beyond belief like you are every night. There is so much food here in Hogwarts to satisfy your hunger, you can't help yourself but try everything.

Changing out of your uniform and into more comfortable clothing, you head back down in the common room taking a seat in front of the fireplace. At first you read some of your textbooks of the subjects that you were trying to understand more of, (potions being no exception) but then your mind started to prance around in a field of thoughts, staring at the fire place. What if I don't ever get kissed? I mean, I'm not pretty enough for a boy to notice me, let alone kiss me. Soon students and some of your colleagues started to head up to their dormitories to bed asking when you'll be up. "In a bit, I'm just trying to catch up on my classes."

Still staring at the flames of the warm cozy fire, the painting leading into the room snapped you out of your trance turning your head to see who it is that just came in. A boy with chubby cheeks and front teeth that protruded from his mouth, still wearing his school uniform, walked in in a tiresome manner, sighed in a troublesome sort of way. "Hello Neville, where've you been this whole time?"