The Shy Ones
Author's Note: I was REALLY bored when I decided to write a story for Neville Longbottom, one of the characters of HP that isn't exactly focused on as much. Plus I don't know if there are many stories about him, so I did this for fun.
Disclaimer: I don't the HP characters. ( *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~* Chapter 1
Every one of the fifth year Gryffindor boys are known for something, or at least personality wise. Dean Thomas was known as the artist, and Seamus Finnigan was the one who couldn't turn down a bet. Ronald Weasley was now Gryffindor's best Keeper since Oliver Wood (possibly even better!), and currently on Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil's list of "hotties", while Harry Potter was famous and Gryffindor's best seeker since Charlie Weasley. Then there was Neville Longbottom. He was forgetful, clumsy, and stuck out the most of all the boys in his year. You would have at least thought it would have been Ron since he had the flaming red hair and was the tallest of them all now, but NO, it was poor clumsy Neville Longbottom. The boy who lived with his Gran and no one knew the truth about where his parents were.
"Neville, WAKE UP!" called a voice that he recognized as Ron Weasley. He groaned and rolled over to see the red head standing over him with a wide grin and his Quidditch robes on. "C'mon Neville, I know it's Saturday, but there's a Quidditch match today and we need all the support we can get."
"I don't feel like going." He groaned, pulling his covers over his head. Ron pulled them back. Harry appeared at his shoulder, buttoning his robes closed.
"But we got Hermione and Ginny to save you a seat this time." Said Harry. "Now you won't have to sit near Lavender or Parvati." He said brightly. Neville looked around the room and noticed the others had already gone.
"Fine, I'm coming." He said. Ron and Harry grinned at him brightly.
"Right then. Meet you at breakfast." Said Ron and as they left, Neville could hear thinking out loud about what they could be having for breakfast. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When Neville had entered the Great hall, the Hufflepuff Quidditch team could be seen sitting at their table, standing out in their Canary yellow Quidditch robes. He made his way to his table and sat next to Hermione, who was currently engaged in an argument with Ron. She suddenly turned to him.
"Morning Neville." She said brightly. Neville noticed that Ron was now glaring at her. She obviously had just cut him off in a statement.
"Morning Hermione." He answered and began poking at his breakfast. Today was another day and he honestly didn't expect much to happen.
"Stop trying to get out of this argument, Hermione. Or maybe you'd like for Neville to be included?" he asked. Neville looked up in shock and noticed they were now glaring at each other. He sat and allowed them to snap back and forth. So far, the argument was about the fact Ron doesn't take things seriously and he's going to get killed in a Quidditch match one day.
"Neville!" announced Hermione suddenly, causing his to jump.
"Oh, sorry Hermione, I've got to go!" he said and gathered up his things. "Got to drop something off at the library." He lied. The couple watched him as he walked quickly out, before going back to their arguing. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Neville groaned and checked his watch as he ran through the hall, trying to make it outside in time to meet Hermione and Ginny so he could get a good seat with them. "Argh! Why'd I have to take so long, dammit." He growled to himself and turned the corner, crashing into someone.
"Oh no! Are you ok?" came a voice in a panicky voice. Neville looked up and a girl with blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail kneeled in front of him. "Are you ok?" she repeated. Neville nodded absently as he stared up at her.
"Aren't you from Hufflepuff?" he asked and she nodded, still examining his face.
"I'm really sorry." she said and stood up, holding out her hand to help him up. Neville took it and when he stood up, he was surprised to actually be taller than the girl. She was about four inches shorter though. "My names Hannah. And you are?" she asked,
"Neville." He answered and she smiled up at him.
"I remember you. You're a Gryffindor. Shouldn't you be at the match?"
"Shouldn't you?" he asked and she shrugged.
"I don't care much for Quidditch." She said. Neville nodded in agreement.
"Well, where are you going?" he asked. She raised an eyebrow at him. "Well I mean. I don't really feel like watching. and I've got nothing else to do."
"I'm going to the library to work on Professor Sprout's essay. That'll take me all weekend." She answered with a sigh as she picked her abandoned bag up off the ground.
"Well I already finished mine. I could help you." He said. Hannah looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, then she smiled.
"Would you really?" she asked and he nodded, blushing a bit.
"Thanks." She said.
Author's Note: I was REALLY bored when I decided to write a story for Neville Longbottom, one of the characters of HP that isn't exactly focused on as much. Plus I don't know if there are many stories about him, so I did this for fun.
Disclaimer: I don't the HP characters. ( *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~* Chapter 1
Every one of the fifth year Gryffindor boys are known for something, or at least personality wise. Dean Thomas was known as the artist, and Seamus Finnigan was the one who couldn't turn down a bet. Ronald Weasley was now Gryffindor's best Keeper since Oliver Wood (possibly even better!), and currently on Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil's list of "hotties", while Harry Potter was famous and Gryffindor's best seeker since Charlie Weasley. Then there was Neville Longbottom. He was forgetful, clumsy, and stuck out the most of all the boys in his year. You would have at least thought it would have been Ron since he had the flaming red hair and was the tallest of them all now, but NO, it was poor clumsy Neville Longbottom. The boy who lived with his Gran and no one knew the truth about where his parents were.
"Neville, WAKE UP!" called a voice that he recognized as Ron Weasley. He groaned and rolled over to see the red head standing over him with a wide grin and his Quidditch robes on. "C'mon Neville, I know it's Saturday, but there's a Quidditch match today and we need all the support we can get."
"I don't feel like going." He groaned, pulling his covers over his head. Ron pulled them back. Harry appeared at his shoulder, buttoning his robes closed.
"But we got Hermione and Ginny to save you a seat this time." Said Harry. "Now you won't have to sit near Lavender or Parvati." He said brightly. Neville looked around the room and noticed the others had already gone.
"Fine, I'm coming." He said. Ron and Harry grinned at him brightly.
"Right then. Meet you at breakfast." Said Ron and as they left, Neville could hear thinking out loud about what they could be having for breakfast. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When Neville had entered the Great hall, the Hufflepuff Quidditch team could be seen sitting at their table, standing out in their Canary yellow Quidditch robes. He made his way to his table and sat next to Hermione, who was currently engaged in an argument with Ron. She suddenly turned to him.
"Morning Neville." She said brightly. Neville noticed that Ron was now glaring at her. She obviously had just cut him off in a statement.
"Morning Hermione." He answered and began poking at his breakfast. Today was another day and he honestly didn't expect much to happen.
"Stop trying to get out of this argument, Hermione. Or maybe you'd like for Neville to be included?" he asked. Neville looked up in shock and noticed they were now glaring at each other. He sat and allowed them to snap back and forth. So far, the argument was about the fact Ron doesn't take things seriously and he's going to get killed in a Quidditch match one day.
"Neville!" announced Hermione suddenly, causing his to jump.
"Oh, sorry Hermione, I've got to go!" he said and gathered up his things. "Got to drop something off at the library." He lied. The couple watched him as he walked quickly out, before going back to their arguing. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Neville groaned and checked his watch as he ran through the hall, trying to make it outside in time to meet Hermione and Ginny so he could get a good seat with them. "Argh! Why'd I have to take so long, dammit." He growled to himself and turned the corner, crashing into someone.
"Oh no! Are you ok?" came a voice in a panicky voice. Neville looked up and a girl with blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail kneeled in front of him. "Are you ok?" she repeated. Neville nodded absently as he stared up at her.
"Aren't you from Hufflepuff?" he asked and she nodded, still examining his face.
"I'm really sorry." she said and stood up, holding out her hand to help him up. Neville took it and when he stood up, he was surprised to actually be taller than the girl. She was about four inches shorter though. "My names Hannah. And you are?" she asked,
"Neville." He answered and she smiled up at him.
"I remember you. You're a Gryffindor. Shouldn't you be at the match?"
"Shouldn't you?" he asked and she shrugged.
"I don't care much for Quidditch." She said. Neville nodded in agreement.
"Well, where are you going?" he asked. She raised an eyebrow at him. "Well I mean. I don't really feel like watching. and I've got nothing else to do."
"I'm going to the library to work on Professor Sprout's essay. That'll take me all weekend." She answered with a sigh as she picked her abandoned bag up off the ground.
"Well I already finished mine. I could help you." He said. Hannah looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, then she smiled.
"Would you really?" she asked and he nodded, blushing a bit.
"Thanks." She said.