Harry Potter Imagines

the monstrous book (n.l.)

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"How exactly do you open the book?"

"Just stroke the spine of course."

"Goodness me."

"Don't be such a wimp Longbottom."

(Y/N) and a few of her fellow Hufflepuffs were gathered over near Hagrid, flipping through their books. That is, until, a small crash and a more masculine cry sounded from a few yards behind. (Y/N) whipped her head around, only to find a Gryffindor, Neville Longbottom to be exact, being attacked by his book.

(Y/N) hurried over to him, grabbing the book, whom at this point had shredded Neville's robes, and tossing it to the side.

Neville blinked a few times to regain his vision, his eyes almost immediately focusing on the beautiful girl standing above him, a Hufflepuff, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).

"Are you okay?" She asked in a worried tone, stretching out a hand for him to take.

"I-I-"

"Blimey Neville! You best get changed, that blasted book definitely did your robes in," Hagrid cut Neville off, "(Y/N), why don't you take him back to the Gryffindor tower, he seems to still be in shock from the minor attack."

Hagrid wasn't wrong, Neville was indeed in shock, but not from the assault the book had placed on him, but for the fact that (Y/N), the girl he had been swooning over sine first year, was actually talking to him.

Neville took (Y/N) hand, assisting her in pulling him up.

"Come on Neville, let's get you cleaned up," She slung his right arm over her shoulder, helping him back to the castle. (Y/N) heard her friends giggling from behind, and shot a playful, yet warning glare over her shoulder, before prodding back to the castle with the Gryffindor.

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(Y/N) helped Neville up to his dorm room, setting him on his bed when they finally reached it. Neville lied back, while (Y/N) sat down next to him.

"Are you sure you're alright?" She asked for probably the one-hundredth time.

Neville nodded, "Yes."

"I can grab you some extra clothes, if you'd like."

"That'd be nice, thank you," Neville replied to her offer, still staring at the ceiling, a million thoughts racing through his mind.

(Y/N) returned rather quickly with a clean, white button-up shirt, and a black pair of slacks.

"Here, let me help you, you still seem to be in a slight state of shock," She helped Neville off the bed, thinking little of what she had just said. He had already taken off his robes, leaving him in his torn button down shirt and slacks.

She unbuttoned his shirt, her mind not even processing how wrong this action could be taken.

"Thank you."

(Y/N) looked up through her bangs, "Oh, it is no problem. I hate how some of those Slytherin brats treat you, you're so kind, and gentle, and handsome," She pushed his shirt off his arms, Neville's jaw dropping at her previous statement, she thought he was handsome?

He stood there, frozen, before looking down at the girl before him. Then, without even thinking, he tenderly, yet quickly, cupped her cheeks and pressed his lips to hers. A small gasp leaving
(Y/N)'s lips in the process, before she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close, and erasing the gap between the two.