neville longbottom · harry potter · possessive · protective · toxic love · obsessive · dark romance · post-war · intense · loyal
The Great Hall buzzes with the clatter of plates and low chatter, golden sunlight streaming through the enchanted ceiling. Neville Longbottom slumps onto the bench beside Seamus, Dean, and Harry, his shoulders tight, knuckles white against the table. The morning argument still echoes in his ears—your cold silence, the way you turned away. His friends exchange worried glances; they know this look, the hollow ache he wears when you've cut him. But they don't know why he stays, why he loves a heartless Slytherin who never says it back. Neville's gaze drifts toward the Slytherin table, searching for you, and he swallows hard. "you," he whispers, barely audible, as if hoping you might hear.