DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. Honestly if I did, Harry would have married Neville and had beautiful babies with him. Sadly it's owned by J.K Rowling. Oh and the beginning of this did happen in her book, sort of, and I don't want people to think I'm stealing her ideas.

Okay, as promised here is the beginning going ons. (if that even makes sense?) This story takes place before my story One True Love. If you haven't read it, you can read that one first, but you don't have to. You can read it after I'm finished writing Long Time Crush.

WARNINGS: Slash, duh! (okay I'm going to warn you right now, that all I write is slash. All my stories are slash. If you have a problem with that, don't read my stories. That's all I ask.) um…. That's all I can think of. Oh wait slight mild language.

So enjoy. (I know the beginning is kind of boring, but it gets better towards the end. PROMISE!)

Long Time Crush

Chapter 1

Entering the train bound for Hogwarts, Harry searched for a seat. Ron and Hermione had to sit up at the front, and then go patrolling, since they made prefects. Spotting Neville and Luna waving, he made his way through the crowded corridor, and into the compartment they were in.

Harry's heart gave a sudden lurch at seeing his long-time crush. He'd had a major crush on Neville Longbottom since first year. At first, being only eleven, he didn't understand why his stomach fluttered every time he laid his eye's on the clumsy boy. He started to figure it out their first flying lesson, when Draco Malfoy had stolen Neville's rememberall ball, and Neville broke his wrist. His heart panged when he saw him, nearly in tears, being rushed to the hospital wing. Harry remembered the sudden rage that filled him, seeing Malfoy's smug expression as he took off into the air, and to the surprise of everyone, including Harry himself, took off after him and got the ball back.

However, it wasn't until the summer before his third year, that he completely realized his true feelings for the boy, and came to terms with what this meant. He was gay, and was okay with the thought of that. He missed the boy terribly, and all he wanted was to see him.

Now coming into the beginning of their sixth year, the feelings where stronger than ever, and Harry was able to admit that he was hopelessly in love with Neville. After not seeing him for months, all he wanted was to be with him. He sat down in a seat and enthusiastically greeted his friends. They sat and talked of everything they had done that summer until a group of girl's came, giggling insanely.

"Why don't you come and sit with us instead. You don't have to sit with these" the girl threw a disgusted look at Luna and Neville, "losers. We'd gladly share a compartment with you. I can't imagine you'd rather enjoy being seen in the company of these," she wrinkled her nose in disgust, "vermin." The shortest girl, and the one in front, said winking and smiling at Harry. Her mindless followers giggled and whispered amongst themselves.

Harry tried to hide his rage, and explained to the girl, "These, 'losers', happen to be two of my best friends. They are brilliant fighters, and were with me at the ministry last year. Without them, that event that has caused my unfortunate nickname, 'The Golden Boy', never would have happened. And without me being deemed 'The Golden Boy' than you wouldn't be talking to me right now, would you. They are both an amazing wizard and witch, and great people. If they are losers, than that makes me a loser, and I know, you wouldn't want to be seen in the company of such vermin. So if I were you, I would just leave."

The girl gave a snotty snort, stuck her nose up in the air, and stalked out of the compartment. Her friends soon followed her.

"Thanks for sticking up for us Harry. You didn't have to, you know." Luna said in her dreamy voice.

"Why wouldn't I? You guys are my friends." Harry said.

"Yeah well, you know we're losers Harry. Everyone knows I'm practically a squib. It hurts your… reputation, to be seen with us." Neville said quietly.

"Nonsense. I don't care about my 'reputation'. And you're an amazing wizard, Neville. You're smart, sweet, charming, cute…" Harry trailed off, realizing in horror what he just said. He blushed and looked at the ground, not realizing that Neville also blushed, shifting uncomfortably, and trying to hide his obvious bulge. The room was thrust into silence, no one talking.

Luna smiled softly, neither boy realizing, seeing as they were both starring at the ground. 'They would make a cute couple. They obviously both like each other.' She thought. "Have you guys read the new Quibbler issue that just came out?" She said, taking a magazine out of her rob pocket. She had had enough of the silence; the boys could work out their issues later.

After that, everything was back to normal. They talked and laughed, like nothing had just happened. This is what Harry loves the most. Being able to sit, talking to his friends, just like any other teenager. Neville and Luna don't see Harry as 'The Golden Boy' or 'The Boy Who Lived' or 'The Chosen One'. They saw him as he was. They saw him as Harry, just Harry. They weren't asking him constantly if he was okay, or if his scar was hurting, like Ron and Hermione. Harry loved them, and considered them family. But sometimes, they could really get on his nerves. Neville and Luna always treated him just like any other kid and that's what Harry had always wanted most. They never mentioned Voldemort or the war.

Hermione and Ron never got a chance to join them, but that was fine with Harry. He really didn't want to deal with their constant bickering, which seemed to have gotten more frequent lately. They could hardly have a civilized conversation anymore. Plus, he had missed Luna and Neville deeply.

When they reached Hogwarts, the three friends walked into the great hall together, and sat down to watch the house sorting. Ron and Hermione soon sat across them, once again having one of their arguments. Harry wanted to scream at them to shut up, but kept his cool.

When the sorting was done, Gryffindor having received the most first years, everyone enjoyed the feast laid out in front of them. Well that was everyone not in ear shot of Hermione and Ron. When they tried to bring Harry into this, he promptly ignored both Ron and Hermione. They seemed genuinely hurt, but Harry didn't care. He was tired of them dragging him into the middle of their arguments.

Finally Seamus screamed at them to shut up, embarrassing them, and they were quiet the rest of the meal, much to the enjoyment of Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor table.

After the feast, Harry dragged himself up the stairs, followed closely behind by Neville. He sat in the Gryffindor common room for a while, talking to Neville, Dean, and, Seamus. Ron sulked in the corner and Hermione had already made her way to the library.

After a few hours, Harry went up to the dormitories to get some sleep. He changed into his pajamas and closed his bed curtains. He soon fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of Neville.

When Harry woke in the morning, he felt refreshed. He hadn't been sleeping well lately. He dressed and looking around, realizing he must have been the last one up. Hoping he didn't miss breakfast, he rushed down the stairs and out the painting that was the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. He hurried down the various corridors leading to the great hall. But suddenly slowed down and came to a complete stop when he heard voices.

"We told you what we want; now you have you give it to us, or we'll tell everyone your secret. You wouldn't want that now, would you? Besides this had always been what the price of our secrecy was. Come on, you'll probably enjoy it anyways. You've always enjoyed it." Harry heard the unmistakable voice of Crabbe.

"But-but-but, I never liked it. I always begged you to stop. I don't, don't want to. Please just leave me alone. I'll do anything else, just not that. Not again. I-I don't want to." Harry heard Neville's terrified voice say.

Peeking around the corner, Harry was met with a sight he never wanted to see. Neville was backed up into a corner, practically shaking. Crabbe and Goyle were standing in front of him, glaring at him.

"You'll do what we said. Now come on." Goyle said, grabbing Neville by the arm and attempting to drag him to an empty classroom. Harry was about to step forward, but Neville did something that totally surprised him. Screaming NO Neville kicked out against Goyle, landing a kick squarely against his shin and punching him in the nose, breaking it instantly.

Crabbe grabbed Neville from behind, placing a hand over his mouth to silence his screams, and dragged him into the classroom. Harry ran after them. A struggling Neville was pushed to the ground, and when Goyle bent over to try to take his pants off, he lifted his leg up, and kneed him squarely in the balls.

Harry, seeing Crabbe draw his wand, ran over and tackled him to the ground. He quickly rolled over on top of him, and punched him in the face a few times. He jumped up, and helped Neville up, seeing as Goyle was on the ground, clutching desperately at his privates.

"I suggest you two leave now, before I get very angry." Harry said glaring at the two Slytherins. They glared at Harry, and then looked at Neville.

"Consider yourself outed Longbottom. The whole school will know by dinner. Hope rebelling against us was worth it, now everyone's going to hate you." Goyle said, stalking out of the classroom.

"Wow, they really are smarter than everyone gives them credit for." Harry said shrugging and turning to face Neville. Seeing the completely terrified look on Neville's face, Harry turned to face him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"They're going tell my secret to the whole school, what am I going to do. I just didn't want them to… do that again to me. I've had enough. Everyone's going to hate me, and just when I thought things were starting to get better for me. What am I going to do?" Neville mumbled to himself, forgetting that Harry was there.

"I don't hate you Neville. I could never hate you. No matter what this secret is, you will always be one of my best friends." Harry said squeezing Neville's shoulder slightly.

"You don't understand Harry. What I am is condemned in the magical world. Everyone is going to hate me. Harry, I'm a faggot, gay, a poofter." Neville said looking down at the ground, tears leaking down his face.

Harry placed a finger underneath his chin, and gently lifted his face up so he was looking into Neville's eyes. "I don't hate you Neville. I could never hate you. I'm in love with. I have been since first year." Harry said quietly. He couldn't take it anymore. Harry leaned up, and placed his lips gently against the taller boy's lips.

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