And this is how we were never invited to barbecue again’ you giggled throwing Neville’s remembrall in the air and catching it easily. 

I can’t believe you set your aunt’s wig on fire’ Neville laughed pinching the bridge of his nose. 

It’s not my fault!’ you said turning your head towards him ‘And my parents celebrated it. It was the first time when I used magic after all’ 

There was almost silent in the boy’s dorm in Gryffindor’s tower. Your voices were the only sounds in the empty room. You lay on Neville’s bed next to slightly open window to let cold spring air inside the otherwise hot room. Both your legs were up and propped on the wall above the bed frame. 

To make me use magic my uncle held my by my legs out of the window and let me go when he was offered a piece of lemon meringue. Which was obviously more important than my safety’ Neville rolled his eyes. 

Obviously’ your laughter increased when Neville playfully elbowed you in the ribs. 

The distance beating of a clock was heard through the window. 11 times. You completely lost track of time.

Oh I have to go’ you sighed sitting up with Neville following close after.

You don’t. I-I mean you can stay a little bit longer. I don’t mind’ he stuttered rubbing the back of his neck ‘Boys aren’t back yet so I won’t go to bed and…’

‘I don’t know…’ you trailed off. The truth is you knew very well. You knew that you wanted to stay a little longer and spend time with your friend. But this word friend was stopping you from doing that, because for you Neville was someone more than just that. A lot more. And staying even longer could definitely end up badly for your heart.

You don’t have to!’ Neville almost shouted and immediately blushed ‘I don’t want to force you to do anything. B-but if you w-would like to you can. I can tell you about my grandma’s ridiculous collection of hats’ he smiled hearing your soft chuckle. 

You bit your lip and looked at the boy. You would be fine right? Your heart would be fine. You could stay for just an hour or so.

You bribed me with this’ you said laying down.

Neville’s smile could light up the entire castle.


You felt a cold breeze on your cheek and arm making you scrunch your nose and move closer towards the warmth on your left side.

‘Oh it’s just adorable’ 

‘Shut up or you’ll wake them up’

‘I didn’t know Neville was such a Casanova’ 

‘Can you take a photo?’ 

Couple of hushed voices reached your ear. You groaned lightly when you felt something moving under you and immediately opened your eyes when you realised that there was something moving under you. 

You looked up and were met with Neville’s sleepy face. He involuntary pulled you closer to his side with his arm that was around your back before his eyes opened and widened when he saw your face laying on his chest just a couple of inches away from his own. 

Good morning love birds’ Ron’s smooth voice made you look in his direction. He, Seamus, Dean and Harry all sat on the bed in front of Neville’s with smirks on their faces. ‘Aren’t you two too comfortable?’ you looked back at Neville and quickly sat up and moved as far from him as you could knocking with your hand a few books and candle from his night table. 

I’m so sorry!’ you shouted feeling heat pouring into your cheeks. 

No no no i-i-it’s alright’ Neville said pulling his knees to his chest and sitting in the corner of his bed.

Don’t worry Y/N Neville doesn’t mind’ Dean said.

Not when it comes to you’ Harry added crossing his arms on his chest.

He is also very stubborn you know? Won’t take another blanket. No matter how cold it is’ Seamus shook his head ‘Fortunately you kept him warm this night’ 

You swallowed hard at a loss for words. You couldn’t look at Neville or any of the boys.

It’s not like that’ Neville said sitting at the edge of the bed. He cleared his throat ‘We were just talking a-and we fell asleep…’

‘You don’t need to explain yourself in front of us’ Harry said standing up and leaning against Neville’s bed ‘Atta boy’ he laughed teasingly ruffling his friend’s hair. 

Stop it’ Neville growled and fixed his hair when they covered his eyes. He sheepishly looked at you and slowly touched your crossed knee to make you look at him. ‘I’m sorry in their behalf’ he said when you raised your eyes and met his. You nodded and after a short while a small smile appeared on your face. After the shock was gone the butterflies in your stomach made appearance once again. Neville mirrored your expression and looked down at your fingers that slightly touched his. 

I’m gonna puke from this sweetness’ Dean said dramatically laying down on his bed. 

Aren’t you a lovely couple?’ Seamus added and Neville swatted Harry’s hand away when he pinched his cheek.

We’re not’ both of you softly said not looking at each other anymore. You both didn’t want to say that. Really didn’t. But that was the truth and it didn’t matter that you both wanted something so much different.

Sure you’re not. Not yet Mrs and Mr doe eyes’ Ron said raising his eyebrow. 

I-I have to go’ you said standing up and reaching for your shoes. You had told yourself your heart would be alright and right then you weren’t sure anymore. ‘Bye Neville’  you quickly said glancing at him and moving toward the door.

Your footsteps echoed on the staircase and in the early Saturday morning you were the only person there. When you reached the bottom step you heard doors opening upstairs and someone running down. You turned around and just then Neville hit the last step. He didn’t expect you still on stairs and with the speed he was going down he bumped into you making you loose your balance. He quickly caught the railing with one hand the other reaching around your waist to bring you closer so both of you wouldn’t end up on the floor.

You looked at him with wide eyes. Your palms rested on his chest and you could hear his heart hammering under one of them. 

Neville swallowed hard feeling your flesh under his fingertips where your t-shirt moved higher. You were still warm from sleep and emotions. He looked between your eyes and your lips and was about to lean just a little bit closer when his hand on the railing slipped down the metal surface making you both fall down by one stair. It was enough to wake him up from his trance.

I’m sorry’ he said sheepishly quickly letting you go and awkwardly putting his hands behind himself.

For bumping into me, falling asleep or for your friends?’ you teased a little bit. When you were just with Neville everything seemed much simpler, more natural. And even though you were still embarrassed and didn’t really know what to do there was no pressure you felt upstairs with boys joking around. 

All of it’ Neville smiled  ‘Well maybe not the falling asleep part’ he said and even though his head was down he was looking at you with his cheeks dusted in pink.

I’m not sorry about it too’ you whispered after couple of seconds fidgeting with your fingers. Neville raised his head surprised and bit his lower lip. 

Good’ he said and before he could add something else you pulled him to yourself by his sweater and kissed the corner of his lips. 

Yeah’ you answered and quickly moved towards your dormitory with your body burning in the best way possible and huge smile on your face.

Well maybe your heart would be alright after all.

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requested by @immi4444
(Hi I was wondering if you could do an imagine where Neville and Y/N are best friends and they both like each other and Y/N falls asleep in Neville’s dorm/bed after staying up all night talking and in the morning they wake up together and the guys tease them and it’s cute and fluffy please? Thank you so much)


Has anyone, anyone thought about how exactly Neville “got” Sir Cadogan to give him the whole week’s worth of passwords in Prisoner of Azkaban? Neville - especially at this point - isn’t the kind of person to downplay contributions from others, so the fact he doesn’t mention anyone else has to mean he did it all by himself. And judging by comments from the rest of the book, the portraits have the freedom to make up the passwords and change them whenever they feel like it. Even if this policy was specifically changed because of Sir Cadogan abusing it, the fact remains - how did Neville of all people get him to give information that only teachers and Prefects should’ve been privy to?

I’m imagining the epilouge but with Neville’s kid instead of Harry’s.
  • Sensibly Named Child:Dad, what if the hat puts me in Slytherin?
  • Neville:Then it means you really are a Slytherin. Do you have any idea how hard I begged to be a Hufflepuff? How hard I argued with the hat against Gryffindor? And you know what, it turns out the hat was right and I pulled the sword out of the hat and killed the snake. It's a magical hat and you're an eleven year old who thinks Axe works to attract girls. You know nothing, listen to the hat.

I had a thought: Neville’s greatest fear was Snape. And for ten months of every year for seven years, he went back and faced that fear over and over and over again. It would be like tossing Ron into a nest of spiders every day. Or pitching Harry against a Dementor every day. Neville went back for Potions every time, never skipped out, never ran away. Kid was braver than anyone ever noticed from the very beginning, even before he started standing up for himself.

  • Harry:Hey Neville, how are my kids doing at Hogwarts?
  • Neville:*flashbacks of James in detention for wandering the corridors after curfew, Albus in detention for being caught with his hand down Scorpius Malfoy's pants, Lily in detention for punching a boy who said girls are weak*
  • Neville:Haha, just peachy! No worries, Harry!

Although there were several moments when I wanted to say ‘Avada kedavra’ to this piece, I’m quite happy how it turned out. =) Thank you J.K. Rowling for inspiring me and so many others with the stories of these enchanting characters. 

This will be available on my etsy shop withing the week. I’ve got to get everything ready for the ‘Outbreak Expo’ at Frank&Sons this weekend first though. *laughs* Hopefully I’ll see some of y’all there!