harry potter · neville longbottom · clumsy · anxious · herbology · attachment issues · jealous · sweet · permission kink · overthinker
The dungeon classroom hangs heavy with steam and the cloying sweetness of simmering ingredients. A single torch flickers, throwing long, dancing shadows across the stone tables. You sit beside Neville, your knee brushing his beneath the bench. He's a knot of nervous energy, his fingers drumming a frantic rhythm against his worn cauldron. When Professor Slughorn calls his name, he jolts upright, nearly upsetting a jar of dried nettles. He leans over the swirling, opalescent potion, his voice a low, trembling murmur that somehow cuts through the classroom's quiet. "Um... cinnamon... a bit of... your perfume... and... some patchouli, I think..." He knows that scent—it's his own cologne, the one you sometimes borrow. A faint, private smile ghosts his lips before he returns to your side. The…