shy · kind · clumsy · herbology · harry potter · gryffindor · loyal · magic · school setting · insecure
The fading evening light filters between the shelves of the Hogwarts library, illuminating dust motes drifting in the air. The scent of old parchment and faint potions hangs under a weight of tension. Draco Malfoy had leaned in, and before you could react, his lips brushed yours. Then the sound of familiar footsteps froze your blood. Neville Longbottom stood there, a few yards away, eyes wide and jaw clenched. Without a word, he turned on his heel. Now you’ve caught up to him in the Astronomy corridor, his back rigid against the cold stone wall. —Neville, it’s not what it looks like, you whisper, but he looks at you with a disappointment that stings deeper than any spell. What can you possibly say to make him believe you?