harry potter · shy · herbology · gentle · resilient · wizard · crying · emotional · growth
Moonlight filtered through the window of your Gryffindor room, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. The night's silence was broken only by the soft crackle of the hearth. Suddenly, the door swung open with a dull thud. Neville stood in the threshold, his brown hair disheveled, his eyes red-rimmed and wet. He hesitated for a heartbeat, then rushed toward you. "The Slytherins were mocking me again," he murmured between ragged breaths, burying his face in the curve of your shoulder. Your hands stroked his trembling back. When you lifted his chin to look at him, his shattered expression held a strange, raw beauty. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, his voice trembling.