Hey guys! So this is going to be a little story about Neville and his dream witch. This takes place during his 6th year at Hogwarts. Yes, Voldemort is alive and being a bad guy. Yes, Draco is being his little puppet. And yes, Harry and Ginny ARE together and there is no Lavender and Ron, only Hermione and Ron even thought they won't be seen that much in this story. Read, review, and enjoy :)

Neville froze and his hands became clammy. She was talking to him. Aubrielle Song was talking to him.

"Hey Longbottom, are you gonna answer me or not?"

The wizard blinked a couple of times at the gorgeous witch standing in front of him with her arms crossed impatiently.

"Uh…what?"

"Can I see your Herbology homework?"

Neville reached into his bag and gave it to her without even thinking. He knew that she was using him for his good marks because everyone knew that he was the smartest when it came to Herbology, but quite frankly, he didn't care. She had to give it back to him at one point, which meant that he would get to see her and talk to her again, even if it was only for a split second.

The witch smacked on her gum as she took the parchments from him.

"Thanks. I'll give it back to you in the Great Hall before lunch."

Before he could say anything, the witch turned on her heel and walked towards the Ravenclaw dorms.

Neville watched her walk away, her hips gently swaying from side to side.

He had been crushing on the Ravenclaw beauty ever since he had gotten to Hogwarts when he was eleven. She had dark brown hair that hit right above her belly button and the most hypnotizing hazel eyes that he had even seen. Her lips were full and he loved that her top lip made a perfect 'm' shape. What really sent the wizard's head reeling, though, was her beauty mark right above her upper lip on the right side of her flawless face.

Aubrielle was not your normal witch. She was a half blood who lived in the muggle world with her mother and she rarely entered into the magical world. Hogwarts was about the extent of that. She was always singing or humming to herself and she didn't really have many friends. She was, however, an amazing Quidditch player and she was the seeker for the Ravenclaw team. What is even more impressive is the fact that she has, and still, beats Harry many times when casing after the coveted golden snitch. The fact that a girl keeps beating him upsets Harry very much. Aubrielle didn't seem to notice though. Even though she helped Ravenclaw win match after match, she never milked her skills or basked in the attention. She simply changed out of her uniform and kept to herself.

The fact that she was so quite and mysterious was one of the main reasons why she fascinated Neville so much. He had this urge to ask her questions and get to know the witch on the inside, not just the calm and sexy girl on the outside.

Neville walked into the Great Hall for breakfast and sat down next to Harry, Ginny, and Ron. He was surprised to see Hermione missing.

"Hey Neville. What did Aubrielle want?"

Harry said her name with a bit of jealousy behind it. Neville felt his cheeks redden at the sound of her name.

"Oh, um, she just wanted my Herbology homework."

Ron shook his head at his friend, "She's using you mate."

Neville forked some scrambled eggs onto his plate and took a sip of some pumpkin juice. The only one who knew about his crush on the witch was Ginny and he could see her smirking at him.

"I know. I'm just helping her out is all."

Ron shook his head again and took a bite of his toast. Ginny let out a small chuckle, which made Harry perk his head up.

"What are you laughing about?"

Ginny smiled at Neville, who was blushing terribly, "Oh, nothing."

Harry knit his brows in confusion but then shrugged his shoulders, giving up on the subject.

Neville liked that about Harry and Ginny. They never argued about little things because they knew it was pointless. Their relationship was one that Neville always wished he had, preferably with Aubrielle.

The four ate in silence for a little and then went off to their separate classes. Neville was heading to Potions with Slughorn. He liked potions a lot more now that Snape wasn't teaching it.

He walked into the room and sat in the back, as always. He took out his favorite quill and a stack of parchments, preparing to take notes.

As Professor Slughorn drawled on about some reviving potion, Neville couldn't help but think of the hazel-eyed beauty that currently had his Herbology homework. That encounter that they had had that morning was only the fifth or sixth one that they had ever had. Neville decided that this time, when she gave him back his homework, he was going to make an effort to say something to her, make a conversation with her. He was a sixth year Damnit and he should man up and talk to the girl that had his heart on a string.

As Slughorn's lecture came to an end, Neville snapped back into reality. He looked down at his parchment and saw that he had written 'Aubrielle' all over it.

'Shit,' the wizard thought, 'way to make it obvious Longbottom.'

He hurried out of the classroom, embarrassed, and rushed back to the Gryffindor dorms.

o.O.o

Neville was waiting at the doors outside of the Great Hall, nervously tapping his foot against the stone floor. He had gotten to lunch fifteen minutes early to make sure that he wouldn't miss her and he put cologne on, even though it was a simple exchange of homework.

He suddenly stood up straight when he saw her walking down the stairs. She was wearing her standard Hogwarts uniform, without the cloak; except her tie was loose and only half of her shirt was tucked in.

'Sweet Merlin. She even makes messy look amazing.'

She walked right over to the wizard and handed him the parchments.

"Thanks Longbottom."

Neville took the assignment from her and smiled.

"No problem. Oh, and, err, you can call me Neville."

Neville rubbed the back of his neck as he saw the witch raise one of her eyebrows. He relaxed a little when she let out a small chuckle.

"Okay, Neville, see you in class."

The wizard's stomach turned as she put an emphasis on his name. She gave him a smirk and starting walked into the Great Hall, humming to herself, but at the last second she turned around.

"Oh, and whatever you're wearing, it smells good."

This time, she went to the Ravenclaw table and left Neville by himself.

Neville let out the breath that he was holding and slumped his shoulders. He walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat next to Ginny, who was by herself. Without even looking up from the newest edition of the Quibbler that she was reading, she started questioning her friend.

"What were you and Aubrielle talking about?"

"Nothing really."

Ginny turned the page, "Uhh huh. And what does 'nothing' mean?"

Neville blushed and reached across his friend to grab some bread.

"She just thanked me for letting her borrow my homework and I told her to call me Neville instead of Longbottom."

The red head put down her Quibbler and stared at her friend. He was being unusually calm for just talking to the girl that he hasn't shut up about for the last six years.

"You're not telling me something. Spit it out Neville."

His stomach tied itself in knots as he thought about that last thing Aubrielle had said to him. His palm started sweating as he turned to Ginny. Was he really getting this nervous about a simple compliment? Sadly, he was.

"She noticed my cologne. She said…she said I smelt good."

Ginny burst out laughing, which made Neville sink down in the bench.

"Oh Neville! You crack me up. Well it has to start somewhere, right?"

Ginny collected her books, took the last bite out of her sandwich, and walked out of the Great Hall, leaving Neville by himself.

He looked over to the Ravenclaw table to see Aubrielle sitting alone with her head buried in her choir book.

'She is definitely a strange girl,' thought the wizard, 'a brilliant and gorgeous strange girl. Alright Longbottom. You're a sixth year now and it's time to make a move. You cannot let this one slip through your fingers.'

Neville's face started burning up at the thought of talking to Aubrielle again. Herbology was next and that was the class that they shared. He knew that if he didn't do something than, he should just give up completely.

He rolled up his sleeves and quickly finished his lunch before walking out of the castle and heading towards the greenhouses.

o.O.o

When it came to Herbology, Neville Longbottom was known for being the teacher's pet. He always stood to Professor Sprout's left and always volunteered whenever one was needed. So, when the class walked in and saw him at the very end of the table, standing next to Aubrielle Song, it was no surprise that whispers soon filled the greenhouse. Neville, of course, turned a bright shade of red.

Aubrielle raised her eyebrows at the wizard standing next her. She didn't say anything though, because quite frankly, she didn't care that much.

Professor Sprout, however, did care and she immediately called Neville out on his seating change.

"Neville, what are you doing all the way in the back?"

The class collectively turned to the boy, who was staring down at the plant in front of him. Aubrielle whispered to him, repeating the teacher's question.

"Yeah…why are sitting back here?"

Neville swallowed hard and looked at the Professor whom he admired deeply.

"I, uh, wanted a new perspective on the class."

The witch next to him let out a tiny laugh and Professor Sprout scrunched her forehead.

"Alright Neville, whatever suits you. Lets begin now, shall we?"

Neville lowered his head, hating the fact that the attention was surrounding him. Today they were dealing with Gillyweed, which he already knew about after slipping some to Harry fourth year for the Triwizard Tournament. He looked at the slick plant in front of him all the while cursing himself for being so obvious.

'This was Herbology. Everybody knows you in Herbology. Why couldn't you have chosen to approach her in the Great Hall or during Study Hour? God Damnit!'

The wizard absentmindedly pounded his fist on the table, causing the beauty next to him to flinch. She let out an audible gasp and Neville cursed himself yet again.

"Sorry."

The witch looked at him sideways; this was a side of Longbottom that she had never seen before.

"It's alright Lon-Neville."

He gave a weak smirk to the girl next to him.

'Alright Neville, this is obviously something that you need to plan out because you suck under pressure. After class, ask her. Ask her to do something. Go to Hogsmaid…or something. Yeah, that'll do.'

As Professor Sprout lectured about the process when a person's neck forms gills on it, Neville thought about his exact game plan. As class was dismissed he would casually say hi and ask why that hadn't really hung out before. He would ask her if she wanted to get a butterbeer and, fingers crossed, she would say yes.

He looked over again at the witch, which he had all already done many times during class, and wondered what she was thinking right at this very moment, most likely something involving music.

'Gods she is just so….so…flawless!"

Neville didn't know the half of it though and he felt that he shouldn't get his expectations to high for fear of being terribly wrong.

Professor Sprout wrapped up the class and gave out the homework assignment, which Neville knew he would be able to finish in about ten minutes.

Neville took a deep breath and cleared his mind of all thoughts that didn't pertain to Aubrielle.

"It's now or never Longbottom."

"I thought you liked to be called Neville."

The wizard spun around to see his dream witch smiling at him. Had he really said that sentence out loud? He meant to say that in his head…shit.

"Err, I, um, I do."

Aubrielle gave him a puzzled look.

"Than why did you just call yourself Longbottom? And what's 'now or never?'"

Neville silently cursed himself at his stupidity. This was never going to work now.

"Um, I don't know why I said that. I-I didn't mean to say that out loud actually."

The witch gave out a small laugh at the Gryffindor's embarrassment. She thought they were supposed to be the most courageous house.

"It's okay. Well I got to go, I've got charms in thirty minutes."

"Right…right. Um-"

But before Neville could finish, the witch had already walked out of the greenhouse.

Neville pounded him fist on the table in frustration. That was his chance and he let it slip through his fingers! He crammed his parchment into his bag, not caring about organization or neatness. He didn't even realize that Professor Sprout was watching him.

"Ah, so she was why you stood in the back today."

He quickly turned around to face not only his teacher, but also his mentor. He couldn't form a response and he decided that it would be best not to since he would most likely say curse words.

He quickly threw his bag over his shoulder and rushed back towards the castle, more frustrated now than he had ever been in his life.

I always pictured Neville as the awkward schoolboy who never got the girl. I like writing him, I must say. But we'll see if he ever gets the courage he needs from his inner Gryffindor or not. Review :)