(A/N): I wrote this drabble for one of my best friends, Sarah. I hope you like it as much as she did.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
A young woman roamed the corridors late at night, on her way back from the library, her arms laden with books as she made her way through the winding halls of Hogwarts castle to the Hufflepuff Common room. She was distracted, glancing down at her books and occasionally scribbling something on the parchment that rested on top, biting her lip as she tried to think of things to write. This was how she ended up slamming into a young man with brown hair and eyes, rather handsome if you overlooked the fact that he was mighty clumsy.
"Oh hello Neville!" The young woman greeted, smiling as she recognized one of her best friends.
"Hey Sarah. What are you doing up so late?" He asked curiously before looking her over and grinning widely. "Oh, been to the library have you? Getting a head start on that potions essay for Slughorn?" She smiled back, nodding in confirmation.
"Yeah, at least they're easier than Snape's were." She replied, sighing as she remembered the super tough essays Snape had always assigned.
"True, but they're still hard enough to make us both get close to failing." I nodded in agreement, thinking back to all the times Neville and I were both so close to failing that the even Professor Mcgonagall gave up on us. I mean, I wasn't in her house, but she seemed to like me a lot, a lot better than Professor Sprout did, she seemed to have an irrational dislike for me, something my mother and father had done to her at their time at school with her.
"Huh, we better get back to our houses before Filch finds us." Sarah sighed, and started for her houses common room, Neville trailing after her. "Neville, don't we have different houses?" She pointed out, an eyebrow raised as he shrugged in response.
"What, I can't make sure you get back to your common room alright?" Her eyebrow raised further, confused as to why he would do so.
"No offense Nev, but I can take care of myself. I mean, I am a witch after all." She reminded him, twirling her wand, squeaking as it emitted large blue sparks from the end. "Um…ignore that." She said with a breathy laugh, stowing the wand back in her pocket as they neared the Hufflepuff Common room. "Okay, this is my stop. Goodnight Neville." She said with a yawn, eager to get up to her dormitory so she could dump her books and go to sleep.
"Wait. There's something I need to do." She turned to face him again, slightly confused.
"What?" She asked inquisitively on the floor next to her, before straightening up.
"This." Neville whispered, pressing his lips to hers, the warmth of his lips seeping into hers. When he pulled away he smiled gently, tipped his non-existent hat, and ran around the corner towards Gryffindor tower. Still staring after him, she pressed her fingers to her lips, a girlish giggle bubbling form her mouth. Neville had kissed her!
(A/N): Hope you liked it!