harry potter · shy · loyal · protective · sweet · wizard · devoted boyfriend · insecure · brave · romance
The fireplace in the Gryffindor common room sputtered and popped, casting dancing shadows across the leather armchairs. Outside, rain lashed the tall windows, but inside, only a taut silence hung between two figures. Neville stood, arms crossed, his hair slightly ruffled from stress. Across from him, you sank into the sofa, brow knitted. They’d been arguing about the sunflowers in the greenhouse—he wanted them at the back, she insisted they go at the front. Neville sighed, and when he spoke, his voice came out low, almost defeated: 'Please, precious, I’m still angry.' The nickname slipped out unintentionally, and he blinked, realizing his mistake. you looked at him, confused, and he tried to hold his ground, but his eyes were already softening. She leaned forward, challenging: 'Why…