Seeker (Harry Potter Characters X Reader)

Neville Longbottom

Requested by: LostUniverseLove

Oh no. No no no no no. Why today of all days? Can I not avoid Pugface Parkinson for one day? Just one? Why does the universe hate me so? Why is Pugface always out to get me?

"L/n, why are you here again?" Her annoying voice sounded form the other side of the hall. I gritted me teeth, hoping to get off of the hook easy today.

"Um...I go to school here?" Why is my voice so squeaky?

"But why? You're practically a squib, mudblood," she sneers. She kind of resembled an angry pig in that moment. If that angry pig had a weird hairstyle and had big bug like eyes.

"I'm not a squib. I'm higher up in the classes than you are," I add the last part quietly.
"What did you say to me?" Pugface roared. I winced.
"Nothing Pugface," I mutter. Shoot. I meant to call her Pansy.

I blinked and she was in front of me. We're too young to apparate, so I have no cooking clue how she got here so quickly.
"Listen here you filthy little mudblood. You need to learn to respect those above you," she seethed through clenched teeth.

"But you're not above me, Draco is," I muttered, without thinking.
Pansy flushed from white, to green, to red, to purple with anger. She kind of resembled a multi-colored traffic light.

"Shut up. You stupid, useless, ugly, filthy mudblood bitch!" She howled, making students turn their heads to look at what was happening.

"Um...I don't think it's wise to use your entire vocabulary in one sentence," I murmur. Why can't I just shut up?

Pansy was glaring at the floor. She looked up, with an evil look in her eye.

"You think you're so clever, don't you? Well, I wonder if your parents thought that they were clever too, before Bellatrix Lestrange blew them to bits."

Those words stung like a thousand small needles. I should have known she would use that. She found that out from Draco, who's father told him, and of course she was waiting for her chance to use it on me.

I feel myself bumping into people. My eyes are stinging with tears. I can't breathe. I can hear Pansy's laugh, echoing off of the walls, distorting into screams. Their screams. My lungs are swelling shut. I stumble through bodies of people. Out. Out. Where is out?

I find myself on the Hogwarts grounds, stumbling down the hill, tears madly running down my cheeks, dripping onto my clothes. Why? Why? Why? Why is Pansy so cruel? Couldn't she say anything else?

I fall against the wall of greenhouse three, supporting my weight. God, I hope Neville is in here.

I shoulder open the door, and Neville stands by the table, hands elbow deep in dirt. He looks up at the sound of the door smacking against the wall, rattling its hinges.

"What happened?" He asked, approaching with hands covered with soil. I didn't care, however. I just needed comfort. He wrapped his arms around me, just holding me, no questions asked.

Calming down after a while, I pulled away. "Thanks," I say, wiping my tears on the back of my hand.

"Always," he replied, brushing his hands off on his trousers. He gave me a questioning look.

I walked past him and plopped down on the table he was working at. "Pansy again. She learnt about what happened to my parents this summer," I mutter glumly.

Neville inhales sharply. He takes both my hands. "I'm sorry," he whispers.

"For what? You didn't do anything, it's not your fault that Pugface wants to pick on me for no apparent reason," I reply, and he smiled slightly.

"I'm just sorry that you have to go through the pain. And I'm sorry that I can't take it away. And I'm sorry that I can't help you," he says, hanging his head.

I put my hand on his cheek, and make him look up at me.  "You've been the most helpful. The only constant in my ever changing life," I say, heat rushing to my cheeks. Neville smiles slightly.

"Y-y/n?" He asks timidly, his dark eyes looking up at me.

"Yes?" I answer, and Neville puts his one hand behind my neck, and the other on my waist.

"M-May I-um...kiss-you?" He asked shyly, stumbling over his words.

I nodded. I'm not going to lie and say the kiss was so wonderful. It was awkward, and sloppy, and it wasn't passionate or sexy. But it was...sincere and innocent. No ulterior motives, no backhand-behind the scenes games. And that, made it magical in it's own right.

Pulling away to catch our breath, I see Neville almost as red as his Gryffindor tie. I start giggling.

"W-What?" He asked, backing away from me slightly.

"I think I need another kiss, just to you know, make me feel better," I say with a grin. Neville laughs slightly at my almost childish antics, but swoops in for another kiss.

The second time was much better. His kisses are like nicotine, addictive at first try. I can't get enough of his taste. His smell. Hell, I just can't get enough of Neville, the boy that I have been in love with since third year.