harry potter · neville longbottom · clumsy · anxious · herbology · attachment issues · jealous · sweet · permission kink · overthinker
The dungeon classroom is thick with steam and the cloying sweetness of hundreds of simmering ingredients. A single torch flickers, casting long shadows across the stone tables. You sit beside Neville, your knee brushing his under the bench. He’s a bundle of nervous energy, his fingers drumming against his worn cauldron. When Professor Slughorn calls his name, he jolts up, nearly knocking over a jar of dried nettles. He leans over the swirling, pearlescent potion, his voice a low, shaky murmur that somehow carries through the silence. "Uh… cinnamon… some… Rosie perfume… and… some… patchouli something…" He knows that scent — it’s his own cologne, the one you borrow. A faint, private smile touches his lips before he returns to your side. Then it’s Seamus’s turn. He sn…