Nerd - Neville Longbottom x Reader

Chapter Three

You make your way to transfiguration class and strangely don't see Neville and his friends there.

"Well, I'll continue on with the lesson without Mr. Longbottom and his little group of boys I suppose," announced Professor McGonagall. You sighed.

You barely paid attention throughout the whole class. You were constantly thinking about him. His pale, round face. You couldn't help but imagine holding him in your arms when he was sad. Kissing his soft lips and wrapping your arms around him as you embrace each other. You simply could not help it. 

The next thing you knew, transfiguration was over and you were headed to your next class, Herbology. You knew Nevy would be there, because he always focused all his attention on Herbology. You were excited to see him.

You walked into class and saw him. You saw his pale blue eyes glancing over at you. You smirked at him. He grinned as his face went red and he lifted his fingers up to his mouth to hide his giggles.

Professor Sprout started rambling on about this thing called a Bubotuber plant. Neville almost immediately flung his hand up in the air. 

"Umm, Professor, I know quite a bit about this type of plant," he said. 

"Mr. Longbottom, we do not need another lecture again today like you did last class. We know that you know lots about plants, but you do not need to be so rude and interrupt me like this!" Professor Sprout snapped. 

Neville's eager grin swiftly turned into a quivering frown and his freckled cheeks turned ruby red. You wrapped your arm around Neville's shoulders and squeezed him tight.

You heard Draco Malfoy snicker loudly with his goon friends, Crabbe and Goyle. You glanced over at them and made a face you've never made before. It was a mix of sadness and anger at the same time. You can't let your best friend get harassed like this every single class. 

You tried to comfort Nevy, but he just kept rubbing his temple with his index and middle finger while whimpering and shaking. You felt silky tears start to trickle down onto your hand that was cupping his cheek. Neville had begun to cry. 

You absolutely hated how everyone was treating him. You put everything in your leather bag and said nothing as you stormed out of class, with Neville following closely behind you. 

You got back into the castle and stomped up The Grand Staircase and shouted at the fat lady to let you into the Gryffindor common room. Neville followed you in.

"What in Merlin's name was that, Y/N?" Neville shouted. You haven't heard Nevy shout in a long time. 

"You have to stand up for yourself! I couldn't handle all the bullying that's been going on against you anymore, so I just simply left!" you whined.

"You don't have to do that.. for me," Neville murmured, sniffling a bit. 

"What do you mean by that?" you asked. 

"Well, nobody really ever appreciates me or does something that nice for me," he said, "I always try to help and everybody just speaks over me and doesn't let me say anything. Like Harry and all the teachers. It hurts. It also doesn't help when your Gran is telling you how much shame you've brought upon the family and how you'll never be a good wizard," 

Your eyes averted to Neville's eyes. Tears started to form and fall from his baby blue eyes.

You couldn't help but to hold Neville's face, look him into the eyes and say, "Neville, I've felt this way since year three. I can't hold it inside any longer. I love you, Neville," 

His eyes widened and he squeezed your hand, "Well, you don't know that I've loved you since year one," You cheered, inside your head of course. 

You saw Neville's cheeks slowly turn apple red. You grab his hair and crash your lips onto his and after a few minutes, you were hugging each other and passionately kissing. Neville fell backwards and suddenly, you were laying on top of him on one of the poofy sofas in the common room. He chuckled while his lips were still pressed against yours. 

You stroked the back of his neck and he played with your hair. 

About three minutes later, you heard someone outside of the common room saying the password to get in. You pulled away from Neville and brushed your messed up hair down. Neville grinned at you and wiped the red lipstick stains off of his lips with his pale hand.

You waved at Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas as they walked in, strangely holding each others' hands. They waved back.

That was a nice moment.