friends, never ememies ; NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

THIRTY-SEVEN

SCOTLAND, HOGWARTS CASTLE. HOGWARTS LIBRARY.

"Tell me again!" Hermione called, the golden egg trapped in her hands, Ron sleept on a chair, y/n sat on on the desk that Harry's head was also resting on. The four was seated inside of the library, all attempting to help Harry figure out the second task of the triwizard tournament.

"Come seek us where our voices sound," Harry spoke, his head laid against his arms.

"The black lake obviously," Hermione added, pacing in the small crowded aisle of books, passing the golden egg from her hands straight into Rons which sparked him awake instantly.

"An hour long you'll have to look," Harry responded. His cheek pressed against his books. Ron sat up, listening along to the situation.

"that may be potentially problematic," Hermione announced, Harry's head lifted up along with his eyebrows, y/n crossed her ankles, a similar look from Harry's face was smacked against y/n's.

"Potentially problematic? When's the last time you've held your breath for an hour for Hermione?" Harry asked the girl with a stressful tone, Hermione leant on the desk Rons feet propped up on, she slapped his heels off, catching himself off guard again.

"Look, we can do this, all four of us can figure this out," y/n rolled her eyes, folding her arms sliding a layer of saliva to her lips.

Professor Moody came and slipped around the corner, limping his large padded body against his walking stick to help him gradually waddle towards the four teens.

"Hate to break off this conversation, but Professor McGonagall would like you two in her office," he announced, the kids all began to pack their things, just before the God-siblings placed a book in their bags, Moody stopped them: "Not you two, Weasley and Granger," he told as y/n and Harry furrowed their brows, looking towards the bushy haired girl and tall ginger boy.

"But sir, the second task is hours away and-" Hermione began to protest before his magical eye spun towards Hermione before his real eye did.

"Exactly, you guys should call it a day and get a good nights sleep." He argued, forming his lips in a line and looked to his left. "Longbottom! help these lot if you don't mind son," he ordered, limping away as the kinky haired brunettes head turned around the corner, his eyes brightened when seeing the four, Hermione and Ron packing away a walking beside the Professor as stacks of colourful books floated behind Neville.

"Did moody give you all those?" Y/n asked, heading over to the piles of books that Neville had with him, a book floated down to her hands. 'Defences to protect yourself, by Mirada Ridgeback.'

"Yeah - did you knows there's a Herbologist in Norway creating gravity resistant trees-" Neville spoke, watching y/n as she curiously flicked through the hard-back book and sat back to her original spot.

"Neville, no offence, but I don't care,".  that earned a whack onto Harry bicep by the book y/n held. He huffed, gathering his books and scuttled them to Neville who seemed to grow slightly upset. "Now if there was a....Tibetan Turnip that helps me breathe underwater then brilliant," Harry told, Neville's eyes brightened with excitement.

"i dunno about a turnip, but you can always use gillyweed," he announced, y/n smiled and closed her book, Harry's worried eyes softened at their bright grins.