Harry Potter One Shots

Neville Samwise Longbottom | Beguiling

"Isn't he cute?" I mumbled out, biting my lower lip as I gaze at the Gryffindor table.

"What? Who are you talking about?" asked Draco.

"Neville Longbottom. Isn't he cute?"

"Is she out of her mind, Draco?"

I quickly glare at Parkinson and raise a brow in her direction.

"Did anyone ask for your opinion, bitch?" She gawked at me as if I just mumbled out a killing curse.

"What did you say?!" she bellowed, earning a few stares from the other students around the hall.

"I called you a bitch, any problem with that? Everyone knows what kind of things you had been doing to get Draco's attention. He had already rejected you countless times but you won't leave him alone. Aren't you an annoying bitch for that?"

"You-"

"Shut up, Parkinson. My sister was just telling the truth. Now, mind your own business."

I can't help but snigger at Parkinson's humiliated face after Draco told her that. Scoffing at her, I get my attention back to the Gryffindor table and once again stare at Neville's back.

"Not that I'm calling you crazy, but have you lost your mind?"

I rolled my eyes at Draco and hit him in the back of his head. Being older by three minutes allows me to do that.

"That's the same thing. Just another way to say it."

"How can't I? You're calling loser Longbottom, cute. Have you hit your head or something? Don't tell me you like him?"

"Not because you're my twin brother and I love your selfish bastard prick of an ass, it doesn't mean you can just go around and spoil everything I like. And don't call Neville a loser."

I roll my eyes at his overdramatic sighing and choose to ignore his calculating stares. I glance back at the Gryffindor table, but Neville was gone. Probably, back in their dorms or he went into the library. Sighing to myself, I finish my meal and leave Draco at the table.

I walk and walk until I reach the vast field outside the school. I don't have anything to do for now, so I decided to roam around and that's when I saw him, near the Quidditch field. I wander my eyes to check if he's with someone, but he's standing alone.

Grinning at myself, I silently make my way toward him and smile when he turned around as if he saw me already. Pouting that I didn't get to surprise him, I just smile at him.

"Hi." He frowned down at me, since he's taller, and run a gaze on my face.

"Do you need anything?"

"No. I just wanted to say hi. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Why would you say hi?" My brows furrowed.

"Maybe, because that's how you start a conversation? Why do you look at me like I just offended you?"

He ignored my question and walk past me. To say that I was surprised was an understatement. I didn't do anything wrong and he just walked past me?

"What's wrong with you? I just wanted to talk."

Again, he ignored me. He didn't even turn around to look at me and just keep walking away. Furious at his action, I pick up a small rock under my foot and throw it at him. It hit his head. Bullseye.

He grabs the back of his head and quickly turned around, so fast I thought he had just broken his neck. Glaring at me, he starts walking away again.

I stomp my foot on the ground like a child having a tantrum and let out a frustrated scream.