Random Imagines

Herbology pt. 2

—Y/N POV—

I had tried talking to Neville the day after we studied.

I was happy that I got an A on my test and I wanted to show him.

"Nev, look! I got a 98 on my Herbology test." I smiled widely and hugged him.

"Yeah, that's great." He said dryly. Ron and Harry were next to us.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" I tried holding his hand but he pulled it away from me.

"Sorry." I looked down nervously.

"I have class, bye." He walked off.

I felt really sad, why is he avoiding me?

I gave a small smile and nod to Ron and Harry before walking away.
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We haven't talked since then and I don't know why.

Lately I've just been perpetually sad. I know my friends are worried about me, but they also know I would never harm myself.

I finished his gift, even though he'd probably never take it.

I sat in the library, on the couch, recalling our night.

"What!?" Neville laughed "Hagrid is wayyyy better than Dumbledore!"

"I love Hagrid, I do, but his spider friend creeps me out. I hate spiders." I shuttered.

"There's one right behind you!" He joked and pointed.

I lunged toward him and held onto him. "Kill it kill it kill it!" I whined.

"Chill, I'm only joking." He chuckled.

I let go of him but didn't back away. I liked being this close to him. He didn't seem to mind it either.

We just stared at each other lustfully.

Then the bell rang, signaling it was near curfew.

I hadn't realized the tear rolling down my cheek.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" Hermione asked me, sitting down next to me.

"Nothing, I'm fine." I lied and wiped it away.

However when I looked at her, I broke down.

"Neville has been ignoring me since our study date and I had a lot of fun and I really like him, but he's been ignoring me and he probably thinks I'm stupid." I cried out all at once.

"Oh... you fancy Neville?" She asked.

"Yes. I thought our study session went really well. He walked me to my dorm and everything seemed fine until I tried talking to him the next day after my test." I sniffled. "I got a 98 and was really proud of myself and I wanted to show him so I did and he just said "that's great." Like he didn't even care. And he hasn't tried talking to me since." I wiped away the fresh, salty tears that had stained my face.

"Y/n... I am so sorry." She whispered.

"It's not your fault."