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Reader x Neville Longbottom except the reader is a muggle behind a screen. Prose poetry (not a story) that would make him blush to death. Written by a girl who clearly doesn't touch grass (unlike him). (I write for him & my delusions)
Note: I wrote this in a phase where I was heavily obsessed with him (limerence). It is a little insane but it's how I felt at the time. I cried through most of it. Even if I cringe at half of the chapters now (and sometimes shed a tear), I keep this here xx
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