neville longbottom · harry potter · possessive · protective · toxic love · obsessive · dark romance · post-war · intense · loyal
The Great Hall hums with the sound of cutlery and murmured conversations, morning light painting the enchanted ceiling in soft gold. Neville Longbottom sinks onto the bench beside Seamus, Dean, and Harry, his shoulders drawn tight, his knuckles pale where they press into the wooden table. The echo of your morning argument hasn't faded—the chill in your silence, the sharp turn of your back. His friends trade uneasy looks; they recognize this hollowed-out expression, the quiet agony he carries whenever you shut him out. But they can't fathom why he remains, why he loves a Slytherin who returns his devotion with nothing but frost. Neville's gaze drifts, searching, until it finds the Slytherin table. He swallows, his throat tight, and whispers a name so softly it might dissolve into the hal…