Random Imagines

Neville Longbottom//Amortentia

"Were gonna be late for potions class if you don't hurry up and get your robe on!" Hermione rushes me as I'm picking up my robe.

"Class doesn't start for another six minutes and it only takes three or four to get to class."

"Being early is never bad."

I smiled and shook my head, walking out of the common room with her.

I saw Neville up ahead talking to Harry and Ron.

"You go ahead. I'll meet you there" I smiled at Hermione and ran over to the boys.

"Harry. Ron. Neville." I smiled and nodded to the guys.

"Hey y/n. How's your morning going?" Ron asked.

"Great. Yours?"

"Pretty good so far."

I looked over at Neville. "Hey Nev, you wanna walk to class with me?" I asked happily.

"Sure!" He smiled back and we began walking to class.

"Are you excited for today's lesson?" He sounded excited.

"What is it?"

"Amortentia. Love potion."

"Oh. I mean I guess." I smiled shyly. "Are you?"

"Yes. I'd love to see what I smell."

"I'd probably smell cinnamon or something. I love them smell of cinnamon."

"Sometimes you smell like cinnamon. But the good sweet kind." He smiled, which made me blush.

We arrived at class and sat in our respective seats.

We learned about the love potion and we all got to smell it.

"Y/n, you're up."

I walked up and smelled it.

"I smell old books and..." I took another sniff. "Flowers? I can't tell what kind."

"Old books and flowers." The professor smiled and nodded.

I walked back to my seat.

"You know who smells like flowers and old books..." Hermione smirked.

"Shut up." I tried suppressing a smile but failed.

"Neville, would you like to come up and smell it?"

Neville shakily stood up and walked towards the potion.

"I smell my mothers perfume... and a hint of cinnamon."

When he turned around to go back to his seat, our eyes met for a brief second. He smelled cinnamon. I smell like cinnamon!

After class, I ran to find Neville.

I saw Harry and Ron again.

"Have you guys seen Neville? I wanna talk to him."

"I saw him in the library a few minutes ago."

"Thank you." I smiled and walked to the library. My nerves almost getting the better of me.

I saw Neville placing books on the shelves and walked over to him.

"Hey Nev."

He didn't reply back.

"Did you really smell cinnamon?"

"Yep. They were my moms favorite cookies."

Of course they were.

"Oh... well um, if you ever want to make some with me we could."

"Maybe." He continued putting away books silently.

"Okay. Well it was nice talking to you."

"Mhm." He hummed a response.

I gave one final nod before turning around and walking away, making sure to look back at him on my way out.

Later that evening in DADA, we were being taught about Boggarts. The fear monster.

Seeing shape In grandma clothes was hilarious.

My turn.

My fear is letting my friends down.

The boggart turned into Ron, telling me how bad of a sister I was. I knew it wasn't Ron, so I Concentrated on giving it a rainbow wig and clown nose.

It worked for a second, then turned into Neville.

"You filthy, evil little wench!"

I looked back at the real Neville to make sure it wasn't actually him saying these things, and he just stared at me waiting.

I turned back around and looked the monster right in the eye.

I thought of a baby chicken with a comically large head.

The class erupted in laughter, while I hurried to the back of the line to get away from the boggart.

For the rest of class I stayed quiet and reserved. I didn't want to talk to Neville specifically.

After class I went into the great hall as everyone ate lunch.

Halfway through I decided to skip lunch and roam the halls.

I was met with Neville (of course) and smelled the familiar scent of old books and flowers.

"Y/n what exactly is your fear?"

"Letting people down. Them hating me."

"How could you let me down? I'm not doing anything special or important."

"Everything you do is important Neville. You sort the books, you take care of the plants when Sprout is gone or unable to-"

"Old Books and flowers." He smiled a little bit.

"Yes, Neville. You smell like old books and flowers."

"Does that mean that you love me?"

"I guess. I know I really like you and I get butterflies whenever I see or talk to you."

"I really like you too! Cinnamon cookies weren't my moms favorite. I only said that because I thought you were way out of my league."

"There's no way I'm out of your league, Nev." I smiled. "You're the best guy ever."

"Do you wanna go to hogsmeade with me later? Sprout has me running a couple errands. We could get some butterbeer."

"I'd love to." I smiled. We heard the bell signaling class change and we went our separate ways.

"Meet me in front of the library after your last class."

I nodded with a smile. "I'll see you then."