Blossoming ~ Neville Longbottom x Reader
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Strong scents of fertilizer and heavy perfume fill the Hogwarts greenhouse. The early morning sun floods the room giving the plants and shrubbery a lively glow. With a spring in your step, you make your way to the Umbrella Flowers in the corner of the room. They hang from the ceiling with long, thin, roots dangling from the bright red and orange petals. With the wave of your wand water flows to the flower in a large sphere-like shape. The roots quickly absorb the water, the petals practically glowing.
As you tuck away your wand in your robes, a small note set on the desk below your plant catches your eye. It reads your name in small cursive letters. Out of curiosity you pick up the note and unfold it. Inside is a single rose petal and in the same handwriting a small note is written…
you are as beautiful as a rose,
and as stunning as the stars
You blush at the writing before you. A creek comes from the opening door. Quickly, you shove the note in your robes and casually twirl the fragile roots around your finger.
“Mornin’.” A kind voice says.
You turn around to see a beaming Neville Longbottom wave your way before picking up a small pot with a Mimbulus Mimbletonia plant inside. He as well seems to be in a good mood, seeing as he hums a light cheery tune under his breath while tending to his plant.
You always have had a liking towards the kind, shy, Gryffindor boy. On mornings such as these the two of you would care for the plants in the greenhouse and discuss any topic under the sun. However today you both stayed silent, as if there was a sort of tension in the air.
You quietly step out of the greenhouse after wishing Neville a good day, the note still consuming your thoughts.
Oddly enough, the next morning you find another note, addressed to you, below your flowers. This one in the same handwriting but bearing a different message…
Join me for a Butterbeer at Hogsmeade this weekend?
Meet me at the Three Broomsticks at 2 o’clock.
You smile at the note. The thought of meeting your secret admirer fills you with a sense of joy and excitement that you cannot hide. Making sure no one is around to see, you grip the note tightly in your hands and give a little squeal.
“You seem to be excited ‘bout somethin’.” Neville smirks as he picks up a watering can, ”Aguamenti.”, the can fills with water, “Whats got you so happy?”
“Someone left a note asking me to Hogsmeade this weekend!”, you beam at Neville.
“Ah, so… who’s the lucky fella?” Neville seems uneasy when he says this.
You stop for a moment, realizing you don’t even know who it is you’re meeting. Who could it possibly be? You look at Neville and give a shrug.
“It’s a surprise I guess. I mean, what’s the fun in knowing?” You say confidently.
Neville nods, his smile growing,”Yeah, excellent point.”
And like the previous day, you bid Neville a goodbye, and stroll out of the greenhouse. The events of the next day preoccupy your thinking.
Brushing your hair for the thousandth time you nitpick at your clothes, the nerves getting to you. Walking down the front stairs of Hogwarts on the way to Hogsmeade you see Neville walking with Ginny Weasley. You catch up with the both of them.
“Hey Ginny! Hey Neville!” You smile.
Ginny makes eye contact with Neville and smirks,”Hey Y/n!”
Neville looks at you and blushes mumbling out some sort of greeting. This action makes Ginny’s expression even more smug. As the three of you reach the Three Broomsticks Ginny parts ways to look for her boyfriend, Michael Corner.
“Well I have to go in to meet my date.” Neville’s happy expression fades.
“Uh yeah, about that…” Neville begins, catching your attention,”I’ve been leaving the notes.”
You open your mouth to speak but Neville interrupts,”Let me finish. I’ve liked you since I met you in the third year. You’re just so kind, and smart, and absolutely beautiful. I just assumed that you didn’t think the same about me. I mean how could you? You have these brilliant ideas that make your eyes sparkle when you talk about them. I love how you play with your hair when you’re deep in thought. You’re kind to those around you and you light up a room with your smile. You’re stunning! You deserve someone who can tell you that every single day.”
Staring at Neville you stand starstruck. How could you’ve not seen that he had liked you back all this time? Neville looks as though all hope is lost, he looks down and begins to walk off, that is until you grab his wrist and pull him into a sweet and soft kiss. The cool spring breeze tickles your face as Neville cups his hand around the back of your head.
The both of you pull away, Neville looking baffled. With your hand still around his wrist you carefully intertwine your fingers with his.
“How does a Butterbeer sound?” You grin timidly.
“Perfect. Just perfect.” Neville squeezes your hand as you both enter the pub.