Harry Potter 7 Minutes in Heaven
The Almost Chosen
Neville Longbottom. The bottle landed on Neville Longbottom. I internally sighed, looking at the pink-faced, toad-loving boy and stood up, motioning for him to follow. As usual for teenagers, the boys in the circle were cat-calling and the girls giggling as I led Neville to the bathroom. I opened the door for him and gave an encouraging smile before I followed, shutting the door behind us.
"How are you doing, Neville?" I asked politely, leaning against the door and popping my mouth.
"G-Good! How…how are you?" he stammered, blushing heavily.
"Faaantastic." I muttered. I looked down at the ground for a second before popping my head up and gazing at Neville with determination. "Hey, Neville…"
"Wh-What?" he squeaked.
"Have you ever been kissed?"
He looked like he could've died on the spot. I grinned. After a minute, he answered me, his voice shaking. "Y-yes."
"Oh really? When?"
"L-Last year. After the Yule B-Ball."
"W-o-w. To who? Oh, was it your date? Who was that again…Ginny? Yes, it was her. Did you kiss Ginny?" I pried, grinning at the helpless boy.
"Y-Yes."
"Oh, okay. So you haven't had any experience with some one your age?" I smirked, sauntering towards the my classmate.
"N-Not really!"
"Would you like to?"
Remember when I said that he could've died on the spot, reader? Well, I lied. Now, I was pretty sure that he was just wishing for a rock to crawl under. Instead of waiting for an answer, like a polite person, I shortened the space between Neville and myself and grinned up at him. Without as much as another word, I reached up and kissed him full on the lips.
Neville stood stark still. It was like time had frozen for him, I'm sure. He didn't pull away, he didn't kiss back, he didn't even blink. I stared into his shocked eyes and slowly put my hand on his shoulder. With the simple gesture, he seemed to get a feeling of what was going on and slowly started to kiss me back. Grinning inside, I closed my eyes and felt his lips move against mine. He cupped my cheeks with his hands and quickly got over his embarrassment. I moved the kiss to a hurried pace, then, finding that he was comfortable with the speed, I parted my mouth and touched the tip of my tongue to his lips.
Well, reader, that wasn't the best idea. Neville froze once again and I had to pull away, sighing. "You need to be more comfortable with yourself, Neville," I whispered, sliding my hand from his shoulder, down his arm, and finally to my side.
"Why…Why are you doing this?"
"It's a game, Neville. I supposed that you would rather not have to drink."
"Oh…"
Great. I just ruined everything the poor boy knew about romance. "It's not that I don't like you, it's just a game after all, but…"
Neville interrupted me with a hand, his face red and blotchy. "No, it's okay Carlie. I-I just thought it meant…something else," he walked past me to the door and opened it to see a surprised Hermione standing there, ready to knock. He shook his head and left my view, causing Hermione to give me a worried look, but scurrying after him. I sighed and followed suit.
Arriving to the group, every head looked up at me with different expressions of incredulity. I frowned and took my place in the circle, avoiding my peers' eyes. "Alright, well, Katie, it's your turn," George said nervously, pushing the bottle towards her with his wand.
Later On:
Reader, I felt horrible. I destroyed poor Neville's first…well, technically second…kiss and it made me feel like the world was ending. The rest of the game went smoothly and the tension that was after my turn slowly faded when it was Seamus' turn. But I'll get to that in a minute. Katie was right after me, taking Harry with her, and both coming out nervous and jumping at every little thing someone said. Then Ginny and Dean came out grinning and "not dating;" after that it was Angelina and Ron, where Ron was blushing a bright red and Angelina carried a frown.
Finally it was Seamus' turn, taking Lavender with him, and not coming out until 30 minutes past their time. Well, we can all guess what they were doing. After deciding that the next pair should go into the other bathroom, Pavarti and George went in rather reluctantly, and came out rather reluctantly, if you know what I mean. Last was Hermione and Fred, and all I could say here is that from then on, Hermione let the twins get away with a lot more.
I failed to catch Neville before he went to his room, as he was one of the first to run upstairs, but I didn't let that get to me. Well after I was sure everyone fell asleep, I pulled out a quill, ink and a piece of parchment and snuck out of my dormitory, careful not to make too much noise as Hermione was a light sleeper. I walked down the stairs and sat down in a chair, the Common Room empty and the fire just barely glowing. I set to work on my letter.
Finishing in a matter of thirty minutes, for I could not think of what to say, I folded up my letter, grabbed my quill and ink, and headed up the stairs to the boys' dormitory. I had trouble finding the room where Neville slept in, because everything was upside down for them, but only made three mistakes until I got it right. I was greeted by Ron's loud snores and the constant kicking of Seamus' feet at his sheets.
"Silencio," I whispered, covering any noise I made to the boys. I walked to Neville's bed and sighed, looking at his boyish face lined with sadness. I placed the letter next to his Mimbulus Nimbletonia and took one last look at him before I went back to my own bed.
Next Day:
I sat in the Great Hall, happily chatting with Lavender and Pavarti about the next D.A. meeting when I was stopped by a nervous mumble behind me. Pavarti, who was sitting across from me and Lavender, wasn't looking at me, but above me. I turned around curiously and smiled when I saw Neville clutching the letter and asking me to come out in the hall with him. I nodded and followed him, ignoring the stares of my fellow Gryffindors.
"I read your letter," he said, opening it and looking from me to the parchment and back again. "Thank you…" he whispered, "I didn't know that you liked me…"
"I didn't know how to tell you. I didn't think you'd listen…" I smiled.
"I am now," he smiled.
"Well, I haven't ever had to ask any one out before, but, will you go out with me?" I asked awkwardly.
Neville smiled uncertainly and nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that."
"Fantastic. Will you go with me to the next Hogsmeade trip then?"
"Sure!" he beamed, asking with his body to hold my hand back to the Great Hall. I obliged, walking with him and grinning.
Neville-
I know you think I may have treated you wrong, and for that, I owe you an apology; because you're right. I was crude to you in the bathroom…I was just so nervous on the inside…and much like an adolescent boy, I acted like a cocky arse instead of telling you how I really feel. I didn't ever mean to hurt you…physically or emotionally. Because when I saw your face full of hurt, I hurt on the inside. It was at that point that I realized that I like you. Like, really like you. I hope you can forgive me…otherwise I don't know what I'd do with myself. Please let me know what you think about…us…and while I know you wouldn't do it anyway, you can tell your roommates. You have a right to, obviously.
Much love,
Carlie.
P.S. I'm sorry this letter can be so confusing…I was a wreck trying to write it at three in the morning. I tried to make it perfect for you. But I now realize that I could never accomplish that.
(Neville is a tad OOC, but oh well. This story was longer than the others, as the others were 3 pages on Word only, no longer, no less. I feel slightly bad for that, but oh well. What can one do? If you didn't like the story, then go to the next one. Ciao, readers! Oh, P.S. Sorry if I spelt Mimbulus Nimbletonia wrong…I really didn't feel like looking it up.)