Harry Potter One Shots

Chocolate Frogs (Neville x Reader)

The first time you met Neville, he was feverishly searching for his pet toad. At that time, all you were doing was buying a few chocolate frogs from the trolley lady.

He had zeroed in on the toad, running towards it with no regard for whatever obstacles were in his way.

Unfortunately, you were one of the obstacles.

Neville pummeled you, pinning you to the ground. The trolley had tipped over, sending candy rolling across the carpeted train floors. Blushing, Neville looked you in your (e/c) eyes.

"I- uh- I'm so- em- can-urg-" he mumbled.

You reached out, your hand wrapping around a package with a chocolate frog.

"I think you need this more than I do."

And with that, it became tradition.

Every time something went wrong, the opposite person would bring a chocolate frog, hand it off, and say the same 'You need this more than I do.' as the first time. Each one was for different reasons; a break up, a lost match of Quidditch, a bad grade... But still, each one made the receiver blush madly, and they would accept it. You two were inseparable, and nobody ever dared to tear you apart.

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You were walking along in the park, holding Neville's hand. Leaves swooped in around you, causing your boots to crunch on the pavement. Along the way, you noticed how incredibly sweaty Neville's hands were getting.

"What the blazers is wrong with your hands?!" You prodded, almost concerned. Had he accidentally touched a herba aestuosi plant again?

"Nothing."

"So, just to be clear, you haven't touched a herba aestuosi plant lately?"

"Nope, I promise."

A sigh escaped from your lips. He was up to something, there was no question.

You didn't even notice him tugging you off to a bench.

As you sat, he wrapped his arm around you. In response, your head leaned on his shoulder, and you smiled with your eyes closed. A warm feeling, kind of like fire whiskey, sinks into your stomach. You could've stayed like that all day.

"(Y/n)..." Neville breathes out, causing your mind to stop wandering.

"I'm freaked out. About the war, about You-Know-Who. I don't want to die- not like that. I don't want to let my parents down, I can't let you down. The thought of loosing you makes me ill. And I want you and everyone around me to know the depth of how much I love you."

"Yeah..." Your eyes had snapped open, and your gaze was beating down on him.

"(Y/n), will you marry me?"

Neville extended his arm, revealing a chocolate frog with a ring tied to it in (favorite color) ribbon. You untie the ribbon, and pluck the ring away, examining it.

"This is exquizit! But, how?..."

Looking you directly in the eyes, Neville whispered "It was Mum's."

"You can't expect me to keep this."

"You have to. I don't trust anyone else with it."

You threw your arms around him, and smiled like your life depended on it.

"I just want to sign the papers, and we can have the party when this is all over."

It took every bit of will-power you had to not run to the court straight away. You, of course, had to eat your chocolate frog first.

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Author's Note:
I felt so clever when I wrote the bit about the plant! Herba aestuosi means 'sweaty plant' in Latin.
Anyway, please vote, comment, and add this story!
Xx Padfoot (I'm changing my pen name bc that's what everyone calls me)