Parvati Patil was a tricky person. She was the type of girl who was trendy, and would tell someone a mixed up version of her feelings for the sake of gossip.
Neville was never that popular at Hogwarts. He was a simple, plain, clumsy guy, in a fast-paced world.
Parvati Patil had always been the cool girl at Hogwarts. She was popular, pretty, co-ordinated, but took her time around people.
Neville had been in all of Parvati's classes for all their years at Hogwarts, except two. When he went to Herbology, his favorite class, Parvati went to Divination, her favorite class.
They were both sitting in Charms class when it happened. With people, a definitive moment defines attraction for the first time. First sight is for those who favor beauty above all qualities, but all the other uncategorized querks are for people who don't have to have a reason. They just know.
Parvati was wearing silly earrings, and Neville's levitating parchment and quill were getting ever closer to her ear.
She was whispering to Lavender.
"He is so 3rd year, come one, directional levitation is not that hard, his quill is practically marking me, NEVILLE!"
She whipped around and stared him down with an evil scowl, and a twinkling eye. He missed the scowl, but saw the twinkle. It was something he had always been able to examine about people, if they were really mad or not. It seemed as if she was just being showy to get attention.
He wasn't sorry, that is until the quill got caught inside the hoop earring.
"Oh me. Let me get that out Parvati, I'm so sorry."
He winked at her. He didn't know what made him do it, but she caught the uncanny suave quality of his expression, and she fell for him, she fell for his now muscular arm that undid the quill, she didn't even notice the ink on her ear, his warm fingers, so close to her face. Yet, he was Neville. Uncool, loser boy.
"Erhem." Lavender raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you going to tell me off, or should I?"
"No, I will"
Eyes sparkling the entire time, she ranted some prethought out words to him. They were almost smiling at each other the whole time.
Neville wanted to talk to her, to figure her out. He had always seen her as a shallow character, but now she was the primary interest of his world. Just like that. Just a twinkle. She was beautiful also, she always had been pretty, but now... A strange sensation in his lower region reminded him to skoot his chair up.
Parvati wanted to hold him in her arms, to be protected by someone nice, understanding. Someone she suddenly didn't think was a laughing joke anymore. She wanted to shed her pride and hold his hand. She was sweating a little.
Class got out, but did they forget about each other? Who would? They forgot about Lavender, Flitwick, and everyone else, as they began to converse with each other for the first time.