kinda drabble, just something that came to me when i was rereading HBP. hope u like! i wont reveal the pairing...til the end.
For the first time in his life, he stormed through the corridors. Stormed being the absolute limit of the word. He took no notice of his surroundings as he hiked up his dark robes to his knees, a look of screwed concentration plaguing his slightly plump face.
He could scarce believe it. Harry Potter, Harry Potter, his friend! How could he? How could he! Neville Longbottom's mind was in a very repetitive mood, but this did not change his confusion and obvious frustration.
Most passed by him in the halls without so much as a second look, as most did in life. He was a lovable klutz, though he would never succumb to this nickname, and he was rarely observed for more than an instant unless it was for the reason of criticism, which he never honestly thought about enough to be spiteful about.
He was goodnatured, naturally. He subconsciously strived to please people, whether it be his Gram or even teachers, albeit the treacherous Snape. He made no mental note of this nor did he surrender much time to it, but this got his blood boiling.
He's Harry Potter, he could have any girl he wanted! And he asks her...he was nearly shaking from the anger set inside the pitfalls of his stomach.
She was the one thing. The one thing that could make him feel like he had just inhaled a bottle of SkeleGro and chased that down with a vat of poison. Not her, not her.
Neville was not an expert on confrontation, he avoided it as often as he was able. He thought back to the last time he actually attempted to stop or even speak to a 'friend' who did something that he disproved of. There was first year...and fifth year when he unsuccessfully attempted to pummel Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy. But that was all.
This will make a third one. He thought to himself as he approached the Fat Lady hastily, racking his brain for the password for a good half-minute before recalling it. Record time.
I'm near seventeen, I need to speak up! Stand up for what I believe! Tell Harry to lay off! Luckily Neville caught him on one of his alone days, Ron lingering somewhere entwined in Lavender and Hermione had long since scurried to the library in hopes of distracting herself.
"Harry!" He called out, his voice too jovial for his own tastes. Harry looked up from his potions book, alarmed, and slammed the cover down with a frown.
"Oh, hello Neville." He said quickly, pushing the battered copy out of sight. Neville didn't have the time nor patience to wonder at his strange behavior.
He longed to explode, just lay out the years of emotional baggage and distress, to tell Harry off for doing the unthinkable.
"Did you ask Luna to Slughorn's Christmas party?" He blurted, feeling color rising to his face and not honestly caring.
Harry seemed surprised at the topic. "Yes." He replied, baffled.
Neville opened his mouth to declare his affections and tell off Harry, possibly start a blazing row that would make Ron and Hermione shamed.
But instead he said. "Okay, good to know." Never was upfront with my emotions, was I?
this was before the party, obviously, and i think neville and luna make a really cute couple. just came to me, REVIEW PLEASE!
