the boys of harry potter imagines.

neville longbottom.

y/n kicked the snow from beneath her feet as she made her way to the common room,
shivering.
"why didn't i bring a jumper!"
she mumbled to herself as she finally walked into the castle.
she trailed up the stairs and looked at the fat lady with chatting teeth,
"f-fortuna ma-major."
"passwords been changed."
"what?!"
she exclaimed,
the palms of her hands rubbing her exposed skin in an attempt to warm it.
y/n groaned loudly,
which resulted in her being chastised by the portrait.
the girl trailed throughout the castle in hopes of finding someone,
the coldness in her body growing.

after about fifteen minutes of sauntering throughout the castle,
y/n was near to giving up.
she figured everyone had gone in for the night,
leaving her with no other choice.
she sighed and looked up just in time to see neville turn around the corner.
"neville!"
she called out and ran after him,
watching him turn on his feet.
"oh.. hey y/n,"
he smiled shyly.
"hey! are-are you okay?"
the girl asked,
noticing he had just left the hospital wing.
"i'm fine now. are you?"
"i got locked out. and i'm cold. do you happen to know the password? i know you and i both have a bit of an issue remembering them,"
she laughed and began walking by his side.
"i wrote them down somewhere. let's see..."
he began rifling through his pockets,
soon pulling out a list.
she looked at the words scribbled on the paper and nodded,
"got it. thank you so much."
"no problem."
neville pulled the jumper off of his body and handed it to her,
"here. you're shivering."
"you're the best. have i ever told you that?"
she smiled gratefully and pulled it onto her own body.
"you feeling okay, neville? you look rather pale."
"not feeling too well. suppose it's just a bug."
"i hear you,"
she shrugged as they finally entered the portrait,
seeing the common room deserted.
"thank you, again. thought i was going to have to sleep out there,"
y/n began toying with the strings of the jumper as they talked.
"glad i could help. i'm-i'm going to get some sleep."
"alright. i hope you feel better,"
she placed a gentle kiss to his cheek and pulled back,
beginning to peel herself of the jumper that offered warmth.
"keep it. i have plenty,"
neville smiled before retreating to his dorm.

"where have you been?!"
hermione exclaimed once y/n entered the dorm.
"i didn't know the new password. so i had to wait for neville."
"is that his jumper?"
"mhm,"
y/n nodded with a grin as she laid in her bed,
rubbing her tired eyes.
"poor thing hasn't been feeling well."
"suppose trying to keep up with snape is taking its toll on him."
"i guess,"
y/n shrugged as she slipped her jeans off to some more comfortable pants.
she laid back in the bed and pulled the jumper as close to her as possible,
wallowing in the smell of his cologne and the plant smell that seemed to be ingrained into him.
she wasn't quite sure what it was that night that caused her to have such a loving dream about neville,
but she wasn't complaining.
***
y/n looked around the classroom for neville,
yet again,
and didn't find him anywhere.
"have you seen him?"
she asked ron.
"dean said he saw the old bloke going back to the hospital this morning. says he was throwing up."
"poor neville,"
y/n frowned and began writing with the quill in her hand.

once class was over,
y/n found herself walking to the hospital wing to check in on neville.
"can i see him?"
she asked madam pomfrey who was tending to a student.
"i suppose. but not for too long! he needs his rest."
"right. i'll only be a few minutes. thank you!"
y/n found neville and pulled the curtain back to let herself in,
then closing it again.
"hey y/n,"
he smiled weakly,
his face pale and sickly.
"hi,"
she spoke with a worried expression,
moving the hair out of his eyes.
the minimal contact between y/n's finger and neville's sweltering forehead was enough to give him chills,
although he was sure to blame it on his sickness.
"i brought your assignments. although i doubt you feel up for it now,"
she laughed dryly,
watching him chuckle as best he could.
"thank you."
"are you feeling okay? i mean...have you been given anything?"
"oh yeah. madam pomfrey gave me something to stop the vomiting."
y/n nodded and grabbed his hand,
giving it a soft squeeze.
"i hope you feel better soon, love."
neville felt his heart thump rapidly as y/n's hand warmed his cold body.
"i'll try. thank you,"
he smiled best to his ability and closed his eyes,
trying his hardest to stay awake and enjoy this moment for just a little longer.
"i'll let you rest. i'll come back soon, okay?"
neville nodded his tired head and felt y/n kiss his knuckles quickly,
then set on her way to the common room.

well past midnight,
y/n was up breezing through neville's homework.
she pondered the thought for a minute,
and began writing the final sentence for neville's potions essay.
"what's this then?"
ron asked,
sitting across from y/n.
"homework. why are you still up?"
"can't sleep. didnt you already finish your homework?"
"earlier, yeah. but this is uh...this is neville's."
ron snickered and received a quick slap on the shoulder from y/n.
"he's sick!"
"don't tell me you fancy him, y/n!"
"shut up,"
y/n giggled and shook her head,
rolling the parchment up.
"well since you're doing homework.."
"you're perfectly able, ronald."
"y/n!"
"fine! but i'll only do the introduction."
"have i ever told you how great you are?"
"oh shut it."
together they laughed as y/n finished up neville's divinations work,
finally tuning in for the night where she, again, dreamed a sweet dream of neville longbottom.
***
days passed and y/n was sure to visit neville every chance she got,
trying to keep him company.
"hey! you're all better?"
y/n asked as she saw neville walking out of the wing again.
"yeah. all healed,"
he smiled.
although his sickness was gone,
he still felt that burning feeling he got when y/n and him touched,
and the chills would rise when she'd say his name in that low tone of hers; making him feel safe.
"glad to hear it,"
she smiled and pulled him in a hug.
his whole body went hot with nerves,
not quite understanding why he felt this way.
i'm not sick anymore.
why am i still so..queasy around her?
the questions sat in the back of neville's head as him and y/n made their way to the great hall for dinner.
but it wasn't until bed that night,
that when neville began to daydream about y/n and him in a more romantic fashion,
that all the pieces began to connect.
neville did, in fact, fancy y/n just as well as she did.
***
y/n and neville sat together in their potions class,
trying to stifle their giggles as snape made his way around the class.
"longbottom....nice to see you've made your way back,"
the professor spoke coldly.
neville began to speak up,
excusing himself for the lack of work,
before the essay was placed in front of him.
"perhaps that virus wired something in your brain, hm?"
neville looked at the grade in shock,
never have revived such a high mark in potions.
especially when this essay was definitely not written by him.
instantly, his head turned to y/n.
"did you write this?"
she shrugged and avoided looking at him,
the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"god i love you,"
he mumbled out,
slipping through the pages.
y/n blushed and nodded,
"i-i love you too, longbottom."
neville looked back at her and smiled,
finding serenity in the twinkle of her eyes.