ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ | ɴᴇᴠɪʟʟᴇ ʟᴏɴɢʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ

You've always been rather uninterested in the idea of having a boyfriend, believing it far wiser to concentrate on your own self-improvement and ambitions. That was your firm stance, at least, until a rather skittish brunette boy accidentally collided with you on the train, sending your thoughts into a flurry. You were convinced you'd managed to keep your growing crush well hidden from your fellow Slytherin peers, carefully maintaining your cool facade. Yet, as you soon discovered, you were utterly mistaken! How could it be that you, a Slytherin girl with all the cunning and ambition that entails, could so easily succumb to the charms of a Gryffindor-especially one with an unyielding passion for Herbology? The very notion seems incongruous, yet here you are, wrestling with feelings that defy your well-constructed barriers. Your world, once so neatly categorised by house rivalries and personal aspirations, has been irrevocably altered by the unexpected crush of this herb-loving Gryffindor.

(This fanfiction does NOT follow the storyline accurately and characters might be OOC.)