the boys of harry potter imagines.

neville longbottom.

"are they finished?"
"yep,"
y/n nodded as she held the box of chocolates in her hands,
hermione and her both examining them.
"but you're not gonna use them?"
"nope."
"well then why did you waste ingredients and time on making this love potion when you could've been studying?"
"because i just wanted to see if i could do it. and i can. so, in a way, i was studying."
"i suppose.."
y/n smiled and picked up a piece of chocolate,
twirling it in her fingers.
"it's interesting, isn't it?"
"very. but you must get rid of them before someone gets a hold of them!"
"i know i know, i will."
"let's go before snape comes back. i'd hate to have points taken away for being here without him."
y/n put the cover over the chocolate box and carried them safely through the halls.
"where were you two at?"
"potions. y/n made a successful love potion!"
hermione smiled proudly while they took their seats at the dinner table.
"did you eat one?"
asked ron.
"of course not."
"then how do you know they're successful?"
y/n snickered while hermione pressed her lips together.
"well i think they're alright considering nothing terrible happened."
"who do you plan to use them on, y/n?"
the red haired boy asked.
"no one. just wanted to see if i could do it."
"blimey, y/n. that's what you do in your spare time? make potions?"
ron asked with a worried expression plastered on his face.
"it's interesting! anyways, where's harry?"
"detention with umbridge."
"of course."
soon their dinner ended,
and the three kids walked up to their common room.
"there you are harry! how's the hand?"
y/n asked as she set her bag next to him.
"fine,"
he shrugged,
his eyes on the book in his lap.
"need some mutlap essence, sir?"
"please."
y/n nodded and applied the liquid to his hand,
his body soon easing away the pain.
"thank merlin you're a genius with potions."
y/n gave him a wink.
"i'm gonna go change. watch my bag for me?"
he nodded his head and y/n walked up to the dorm,
changing into her nightclothes.
"y/n! listen to this!"
hermione exclaimed,
pulling on her as she read from the textbook.
harry continued to read from his potions book before neville took a seat adjacent to him.
"harry, are those your chocolates?"
he asked rather hungrily.
"no, they're y/n's. but i'm sure she wouldn't mind you having some."
"sweet!"
he exclaimed and opened the box,
beginning to eat one.
"these taste great! where did she get them from?"
"not sure."
as he finished it,
he laid back and began to think about y/n rather obsessively.
wondering if she liked these chocolates.
where she had gotten them from.
where she was at.
"where is y/n?"
"changing."
"she's beautiful, don't you think?"
harry looked up at the boy with a dazed look in his eyes,
raising an eyebrow.
"i-i guess."
"i hope she had a good day. she's so sweet. i love her personality. actually, i think i might love y/n."
"neville, are you alright?"
"oh yeah! never better! do you think i have a shot with y/n? you'll put in a good word, yeah?"
soon y/n came down the stairs with hermione at her side,
setting eyes on a dreamy neville.
y/n smiled at him,
her heart fluttering.
"hi neville."
his face went red,
but the goofy grin stayed plastered across his lips.
"h-hi y/n. you look lovely today. you smell great too!"
it was y/n's turn to blush this time.
"thank-thank you neville."
"y/n!"
hermione exclaimed,
pointing to the open box of chocolates next to neville.
y/n's mouth dropped in an 'o' shape.
"harry!"
"what?!"
"you were supposed to watch my bag!"
"i didn't think you'd mind letting him having a piece!"
"they're doused in love potion, you daft dimbo!"
hermione exclaimed.
y/n rushed to his side and helped him up,
neville laying his head on her shoulder.
"you're soft, y/n."
y/n giggled,
opening the portrait.
"y/n! where are you going?!"
hermione asked urgently.
"i've got to get him back right!"
"i'll come with!"
"no! hermione, i won't risk you getting in trouble. we'll be back soon."
nevilles hand found its way to y/n's,
his fingers interlocking with hers.
"you've got really beautiful hair, y/n. what do you use?"
y/n giggled again for what felt like the hundredth time,
then peeking out around the corner to make sure it was clear.
"come on, longbottom."
"you're so smart. i wish you'd help me in potions. i'm just too scared to ask because you're so beautiful. did you know that? that you're beautiful?"
"you might've said it before,"
y/n smiled and pulled him into the class,
sitting him down quickly.
she hurried to find the things she needed and began to work,
mumbling to herself.
"y/n?"
"yes?"
"i'm in love with you."
"i bet."
"i always have been. ever since i first saw you!"
"oh neville. so flattering,"
she giggled and poured the finished antidote in a glass,
handing it to him.
he took it in his hand,
standing up to face y/n.
"drink up, lovely."
in one quick move,
he pulled his lips onto hers.
she was surprised,
but melted at the feeling slowly.
he drank up the taste of her lips,
feeling as if his heart were to burst with excitement and love soon.
she slowly pulled back,
a bit tempted to pour the antidote out.
but she persisted,
"go on! drink,"
she smiled with red lips.
the liquid traveled down his throat and threw him off the euphoria he had been feeling seconds prior.
y/n watched,
the dreamy look in his eyes going dim.
"y/n.."
"don't worry. i won't tell anyone. it was just the love potion."
"y/n.."
he trailed off again,
touching his lips that tingled.
"yeah?"
"did you mean to make me eat those?"
"no! not at all. i'm sorry."
he chuckled and shook his head,
"don't worry. it was-it was an interesting feeling."
"yeah... it was."
he looked up into her eyes and saw a twinge of sadness.
"what's wrong?"
she fumbled with her fingers and shrugged,
"i don't know. it was nice.. you know having you finally like me back."
"like you back? you mean you've fancied me for a while now?"
"to say the least,"
she laughed small.
he smiled at the words and felt the courage rise within him,
pulling her in by her hands.
she giggled and looked up at him,
"what?"
she asked innocently.
"you're beautiful."
"you think so?"
"oh definitely. there's not a girl in the world who could compare."
"thank you,"
she felt her cheeks rise with heat.
"would i be mad to tell you that i'm crazy for you?"
"no, i don't think you'd be mad at all."
he smiled,
the pair meeting in the middle for another kiss.
although it still felt dreamy and loving,
she felt the bit of aggression behind it.
he pulled back,
his hand now on the small of her waist.
"should-should we get back now?"
y/n asked,
out of breath and in total shock.
"yeah let's go,"
drunk off of adrenaline,
neville grabbed her hand and ran through the corridors with the girl.
laughing a bit too loudly here and there and trying their best to avoid anyone astray.
once they reached the common room he collapsed on the floor,
y/n laying beside him.
"crazy what a little love potion can do to you, huh?"
he laughed,
making y/n smile sheepishly.
he wrapped her in his arms,
finally feeling like a part of him that had been missing was now complete.