Harry Potter one shots

Death's kiss Neville x reader (part 3)

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Once again I'm sorry for the messed up timeline. Usually, stories like that mess me up but this is just how it worked out. 

*Please comment whether or not you want a part four with the yule ball* (YES I know the Yule ball this before the third and second task. It's just a fun thought)

A quick recap of part two... 

Then the unthinkable happened. Water started to fill your lugs and the gills on your face disappeared. The Gillyweed was wearing off. You struggled to breathe as water filled your ears eyes and mouth. The water was getting litter as you and Neville made your way to the top. Then finally you and your friend broke the still glassy like water, busting into the fresh air. You could hear cheers erupt and Neville taking a breath just before something pulled you back down. Your life flashed before your eyes. Your body felt cold as you felt a pair of hands start to pull you to safety. The next thing you knew your back hit a hard surface with a thud.

"Oh my god. Y/N please don't do this to me." Says the unmistakable voice of Neville Longbottom. The last thing you remember was a set of familiar lips on yours just before you slipped into the darkness of the unknown.

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A blinding light filled your eyes. You didn't know if you were dead or alive, as flashbacks of what happened filled your head. You slowly started to become aware of the things around you. Lights stringing in through a thin glass, low muttering above your head, and a soft hand in yours. You didn't know what to do next so you just lay there, eyes closed.

"I'm a bloody fool," Said the figure holding your hand. The soft, nervous tone told you immediately it was Neville. "The last thing I did was ignore her." The last part came out in a sob. He was crying. You felt your hand being lifted up to a soft pair of lips, then back down again.

"This isn't your falt Neville." Whispered the smooth voice of Hermione. 

"You didn't know what would happen." Said Harry, who had clearly been crying as well.

"None of us did." Said Ginny.

"How could we?" Said lavender.

"Fortune telling?"Replied a voice you couldn't quite make out.

"Shove off Ron." Said Hermione in a pissed off tone. "Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon."

Your heart broke. All your closest friends were here by your side. Something welled up inside you. Your friends cared about you more then you thought. Your eyes fluttered open, satisfied at the concern your comrades carried, despite Ron's rude comment. 

"Y/N!" They all shouted in unison, raping you in a tight bear hug. 

"Wow, you all could lose a couple of pounds." You say tried saying over the mound of bodies on top of you.

"I see almost dying didn't change you one bit N/N," Said your twin as everyone else got off you.

"It's gonna take a lot more to stop my sarcastic comments." You reply in a matter-of-fact tone.

"We thought we lost you forever Potter," Said Ron, "A few more minutes and you would have had me bawling."

You sit up, and the room starts spinning. It was the weird feeling that you were falling through nothingness. Your head started pounding and your vision when slightly blurry. 

"Easy tiger." Said Ginny, pushing you back down and onto your side. 

"Call me tiger one more time and I will slap you." Your vision came back and the hammering in your head stoped.