Disclaimer. Not my characters. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. I don't wanna get sued.
\He broke up with you. After everything you did for him, he broke up with you. I'm not going to lie, I'm really glad this happened. But I think you should've dumped him. He isn't worth your time, I kept trying to tell you that but you wouldn't listen to me. And look where it got you. You're probably in your dormitory right now, crying your eyes out over him. You shouldn't shed tears for that insensitive jerk. I would give anything to have the chance that he had, and he threw it away.
He's in here now, laughing about some new girlfriend. I told you he was cheating on you, here's proof because right now, just now he said that they've been together for two weeks. And he broke up with you today so that doesn't make any sense unless he was cheating on you. He'll never know what he gave up unless he has it again, and I don't want him having you again.
"Neville, have you seen my other shoe?" Harry was waving around one shoe as he stooped to look under his bed.
"Why would I know where your shoe is?" Neville slammed his book closed and gave Harry a death glare.
"Okay, why are you looking at me like that, Neville? I haven't done anything to you."
"You didn't have to do anything to me. You hurt Ginny."
"Oh yeah, that's right. You have a little thing for Ginny, don't you?"
Neville glared at Harry. "I do not have a 'little thing' for Ginny. You had a little thing for her. I…" he faltered, not knowing what to say next.
"You think you love her, don't you?" Harry laughed. "You think you love her! That's rich, Neville. Just wonderful! Maybe you two can have babies together or something. Get her out of my life while you're at it."
"If I were you, I wouldn't want her out of my life. But that's just me though."
"You're not me though, Neville, and thank God you're not. I'd be suicidal, and probably dead by now."
"You might want to shut up, Harry."
"Or what? You'll get your little plant over there to attack me?" Harry carelessly pointed his wand at Neville's bedside table, on which resided one mimbulus mimbletonia. Harry accidentally made sparks fly out of the tip of his wand. "Shit!" The plant reacted fast, and Harry was quickly covered with the thick dark green Stinksap.
"I guess I will get it to attack. Or, rather, you'll get it to attack you." Neville picked the plant up and began stroking it, crooning to the mimbulus mimbletonia about how he didn't mean for the mean, ugly boy to hurt the plant. Harry stormed away from this scene in a fury, wiping his glasses on the sleeve of his robes as he left.