I knew I loved Hogwarts from the first moment I arrived and as the weeks went on I felt myself feeling like it was my home, I couldn't understand why my father hadn't let me come here sooner. I got along with everyone and truly felt like I fitted in. Even though every time I saw Draco it sent a chill down my spine, and the fact he was in couple of my classes didn't help, ignoring him became like second nature though

The weeks flew by and October quickly settled in. I started to find the work load a little ridiculous. I wasn't use to this. I didn't really have trouble in any of my lessons. Except for Herbology. I just couldn't get my head around it. Muggle plants are easy, weed and water. At least I think it was that simple. But this was Stupid. I asked Neville to help me of course seeing as he was one of the most confident in the subject. It also gave me an excuse to spend more time with him, not like I wouldn't of anyway. I was sat with Neville in the Herbology lab, he always seemed most confident here, and comfortable. Not afraid of anything.

"And this" he pulled a giant pot towards him with long tentacles that didn't look too appealing "is Flitterbloom."

I gave him a blank expression.

"Flilterbloom?"

He just laughed; he must have thought I was dense right now.

"It kind of looks like Devil's Snare. Only this isn't violent."

He had lost me.

"Devil….what? Since when have plants been violent…I'm sorry I just, I don't get it." I groaned and he smiled at me before going back to attending the plant. "It's ok. I know people think Herbology isn't the most exciting subject. I just, I get it. It's the only thing I'm really good at"

"Neville it's not like I find it boring, I don't. I'm just not good at this stuff." I placed my head on the table banging it slightly. Why did I suck at this?

I felt Neville's hand at the back of my neck sending chills down my spine, but it was gone as quickly as it had been there. I turned my head slightly so my cheek was against wood; he just sat there nervously starring at the plant and I saw his Adams apple bob as he swallowed hard. "Don't…don't worry about it. I found something I'm good at, and well I suck at mostly everything, we will definitely find something for you."

"Why do you do that?" I asked causing him to give me a puzzled look. "Do what?"

"Put yourself down like that?"

After I said that he didn't look at me, just continued fiddling with the plant, I could see him wasn't even doing anything productive with it, it seemed like he was trying to think of a response. "Well. I'm not really good at anything, not really, and I don't think I am very brave or anything, I was never really sure why I was placed in Gryffindor."

I just stared at him, how could someone who made me feel so great and always put a smile on my face feel so low about himself?

"Luna told me what happened at the ministry." His head snapped to look at me. "I mean, facing Death…Eaters. You fought actual Death Eaters. Not even some grown up wizards have enough balls to do that." Suddenly a grin broke onto his. He knew I was right.

"Thanks." It suddenly faltered again. "Did she tell you anything else?"

"Like what?"

"About...about my parents?"

"Uh, no. why?"

He shook his head. "It doesn't matter."

I stood up from my stool before grabbing my books "You're welcome Longbottom, but alas, I must leave. Think you and your...uh…Flitterbloom?" he nodded to show I was right. "Can carry on without me?" He chucked before eyeing his plant "Don't worry, I reckon we can think of a few things to do after your gone."

"Whoa" I slowly started backing away before reaching the doors "You just reached a new level of creepy right there."

He just kept his eyes on the plant. "Catherine didn't mean it, she understands what we have."

NPOV

I found her later on in the Room of Requirement. I didn't actually know how she knew about it or how I even knew she was there, but I found myself standing outside the tapestry knowing she was somewhere there. As I entered I saw it was completely empty except for a desk in the centre which she was sat at. She always told me she worked better without any distractions.

I slowly crept up behind her before grabbing her sides "PEART!"

As soon as my fingers touched her skin she practically leaped from her seat.

"DAMN IT NEVILLE!" With that I received a harsh whack in the arm, I couldn't stop laughing.

"Sorry! I just...…your face…" But she didn't look at all amused.

"That was not funny! I could have had a heart attack!" With that I got another harsh whack but I just continued to laugh. I could feel her starring at me, if looks could kill I would have been long gone by now.

"Ok! OK! I'm sorry. Forgive me?" I held out my arms but she crossed hers giving me a stern look.

Guess I would have to beg. I got down on my knees before pulling at her jumper "PLEASE FORGIVE ME! MISS PEART! I CAN'T TAKE YOU HATING ME!"

I knew that would get her. A small smile crept its way onto her face before she attempted to drag me up. "Fine but only because if you continue to pull at my jumper you're going to stretch it out."

As I attempted to stand up I tripped over my own feet falling into her, I grabbed her shoulders whilst she place her hands against my chest probably not wanting me to crush her. "Sorry, guess I can't even stand up properly"

Then I realised how close I was to her. Our bodies were pressed together, her hands still against my chest. I moved my face closer to hers and saw her breathing suddenly hitch up and I could feel her warm breath against my face. I took my chance. I kissed her. I crashed my lips into hers not really sure of what to do, the last and first time I had kissed someone was Ginny. That was just horrible and awkward. This was kind of the same, but it didn't feel as horrible, especially when she started to kiss me back.

My heart leaped. She wasn't rejecting me. I could feel her hands gripping onto my jumpers for dear life. Our lips in sync, it was perfect. Suddenly the kisses got more heated as I felt her tongue trace my bottom lip; I started kissing her like I needed everything from her, like I needed to do this more than anything. I felt her hands move down before pulling the jumper up struggling to get it off. I gladly helped. Removing it I looked down to she taken her jumper off and started unbuttoning her shirt. So I copied her actions with my own clothes, as soon as she finished she reached up to kiss me again; when our lips met I lifted her up placing her on the table her legs wrapped around me, I could feel my trousers getting tighter by the second. I slowly slid my hands up her things whilst leaving a trail of kisses from her lips down her throat. I heard her moan against me and I licked my lips.

I couldn't believe how amazingly lucky I was right at this moment. I couldn't believe how I was acting.

It didn't seem at all real.

"Neville?"

I looked up at her. She was scrutinizing me, her eyes full of lust.

"I need you Neville, I…I want you."

"y-you do..?"

"NEVILLE!"

My eyes snapped open I sat up, not to be greeted by Ramona, but Ron standing there already fully dressed.

"Get up or you'll miss breakfast mate."

"Uh yeah thanks, I'll be down soon Ron, thanks for waking me." with that he exited.

After he closed the door I let out a long sigh before slamming my head down on my pillow. Why did it have to be just a dream?

I finally got down to breakfast to see her sat next to Hermione reading her mail. All the images from my dream kept flashing into my head and I tried with all my might to stop the blood rushing to, er, certain areas. I had to think about everything else but that right now.

I sat opposite her; it took her several seconds to finally lift her head from letter. "Neville you ok? You look a little pale."

"Uh yes. Just, weird dream last night." I quickly grabbed some toast before shoving it into my mouth.

"Oh, what happened?"

Oh nothing, I was just attempting to fuck your brains out and if Ron hadn't of woke me I probably would have gotten my dirty way.

I chewed my toast slowly as she looked at it me before swallowing the dry lump that was residing in my mouth. "Can't remember. Just, freaked me out."

I couldn't actually look at her properly. It was just so awkward. Every time I glanced at her images from my dream kept popping into my head. Her moaning against me, how she looked with her shirt unbuttoned and her hair all wild. 6How could I be best friends with someone when all I wanted to do was pounce them?

It wasn't the first dream I had about her, but it was the most sexual yet. Usually it was just hugging or kissing. I even had a dream when we just lay together laughing like complete loonies. I had been attracted to her from the moment I met her, but I never actually thought she would like me anymore than a friend. But there where things she would do with me that she wouldn't do with anyone else. When we hugged it always seemed like it was being dragged out for as long as it could, like she didn't want to let go. I knew I didn't. She would always hold my hand and if I attempted to hold hers she wouldn't snatch it away, she would always gracefully twirl her fingers with mine. She always laughed at my jokes no matter how stupid, and when I told her stories or talked about Herbology, she would always listen intently like it was the most important thing she had ever heard. I really think she liked me back. But then again I had never even had anyone like me so I couldn't even really tell.

I was probably blowing it all out of proportion.

Guess I would just have to try and get over it. Easier said then done.