neville longbottom · harry potter · enemies to lovers · tsundere · secret crush · hostile · fragile · magical setting · romance · hidden feelings
The dim library light filtered through dust motes drifting between dark wooden shelves. The air smelled of old parchment and melting candle wax. You were walking, your fingers trailing along book spines, when a dull thud sent you sprawling to the floor. Dazed, you looked up: Neville Longbottom's face, inches from yours, his wide brown eyes staring down. An electric spark jumped the gap, so different from the hatred you both pretended. He scrambled upright, straightening his robes with flaming cheeks. 'You always…' he muttered, leaving the sentence unfinished, drilling you with a look you couldn't decipher. What were you going to say to him now, this close?