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Y/n~ Your name
L/n~ Last Name

I've always been friends with Neville, from the second I met him on the Hogwarts Express a little over five years ago. As I was a muggleborn, I had no idea what I was doing, and I didn't know anyone.

I had noticed another girl my age in the same predicament, only her parents were saying goodbye to her. I slowly walked over to her, dodging the waves of wizards and witches saying goodbye to their children who were boarding the train.
"Are you a muggleborn?" I asked the girl when I got to her.
"Yes I am, and I'm just as good as you lot." She snapped back at me.
"I-I'm sorry," I stuttered. I was never very good with people. "I'm muggleborn as well, I just thought that I could, uhm, maybe find somebody to stick with, and I, uh, saw you with your parents, and they didn't seem like wizards; not that they seemed bad, it's just that-" I began rambling, before the girl cut me off.
"I'm terribly sorry for snapping at you, most people who ask that are looking to degrade me. I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger." She told me, sticking out her hand for me to shake.
"Y/n L/n," I said, shaking her hand. She smiled at me, and I returned it before we began to board the train.
We walked through what seemed like endless amounts of doors before we came to one that was empty except for a boy who looked to be the same age as me and Hermione. She slid open the door, making his head snap up towards the two of us.
"Are these seats taken?" She asked the boy confidently. It was obvious that she'd be the more outgoing one between the two of us.
"N-no," he stuttered, staring at the two of us in awe. He seemed as shy as I was, if not even more so. We walked into the compartment, and I slid the door shut before sitting down next to Hermione, across from the boy.
"I'm Hermione Granger, and this is Y/n Ln, what's your name?" She asked, not skipping a beat. The boy looked a bit startled by how confident she was.
"Neville L-Longbottom." He said. It wasn't until then that I saw the animal he was holding. It was a big, fat, slimy, toad. It was awesome!
"Is he yours?" I asked the boy shyly, motioning towards the animal in his hands.
"Y-yea," he said. "My grandma gave it to me."
"That's so cool! I've always wanted a pet, especially a reptile or amphibian." I told him. "What's his name?" I asked.
"Well, my grandma calls him 'get that slimy thing away from me'," he said, earning a laugh from both me and Hermione, "but I prefer to call him-" he was cut off as the toad jumped from his arms and out the door, which was now just barely cracked open. "Trevor!" he yelled.
"Y/n! I though you had closed the door behind us!" Yelled Hermione frantically as Neville rushed out the door after his beloved pet.
"I thought so too! I mustn't have latched it properly!" I began freaking out almost as badly as Neville had been. Me and Hermione ran out of the compartment in the same fashion as Neville, catching up to him quickly.
"I'll ask around," said Hermione. "You two seem too shy to, go look around hallways and empty compartments, he couldn't have gotten that far. He's only a toad!"

As you can probably guess, we ended up finding Trevor. However, he was at Mcgonagall's feet instead of on board the train. Even now as I walk to the great hall to meet Neville at lunch I laugh at how surprised Professor Mcgonagall was.
As I walked into the great hall, I knew that all I had to do to find my friend was walk to the large group of girls surrounding a portion of Gryffindor's table. I laughed under my breath when I got close enough to see how uncomfortable Neville was by all of the attention. Only this year did girls begin fawning over him, after he came back from summer break taller, tanner, and with a lot less baby fat. I'll admit, I almost didn't recognize him; and this was the same boy I'd been staring at for 5 years!
"Hey Nev!" I greeted him cheerily, ignoring the other girls' glares as he looked up at me, smiling.
"Hey Y/n, how's my favorite Hufflepuff? (I'm sorry if this isn't your house, I myself am a Slytherin, but I felt like this fit with the story best)" He asked, scooting over to give me space to sit down next to him. Most of the time students don't let other houses' members sit with them, but I hung out with Gryffindor students more with Hufflepuff ones anyway, they didn't care.
"Will all the students huddled around Gryffindor's table please go back to their respective houses tables," came a loud voice from the front of the room, making the girls let out a collective sigh before they walked back to their tables. I didn't bother to stand up and go to Hufflepuff's table, Dumbledore has told me before that I'm allowed to sit at the Gryffindor table. I sat with Neville, Seamus, and Dean, laughing and joking all throughout lunch, before near the end Neville nudged my arm.
"Hey Y/n," he said, nervously? "Could I talk to you in the hallway?" He asked me.
"Of course," I said, running through all possible scenarios in my mine, good and bad. He took my hand to lead me out to the hallway, making me blush. Hermione, who has known about my crush on the clumsy lad since either second or third year, gave me a knowing look as I walked out of the room with Neville. I just stuck my tongue out at her and turned around.
When we got out into the deserted hallway, Neville began to speak to me semi-quietly.
"Y/n," he paused. "Here we go," he whispered to himself. "I've liked you for a long time now, ever since we met on the Hogwarts Express all those years ago. I understand if you don't feel the same way, but I just wanted to let you know." He said, shocking me.
"I-I like you too, Nev." I said, making him smile from ear-to-ear.
"Really?" He asked, unbelieving.
"Yes, I've liked you since the train as well," I said, returning his smile.
"Well in that case," he began, before pulling me into a kiss. When his lips touched mine, I felt fireworks go off in my body. His lips moved in sync with mine, and he wrapped his arms around my waist as I wrapped my own around his neck. He pulled away too quickly for my liking, but I'm glad he did as I could hear the rush of people starting to leave the great hall. If someone had walked in on that, I wouldn't have ever been able to live it down.
"Well, let's go to Herbology, our favorite class," said Neville, intertwining his fingers with mine.
"And the only one we have together," I said, before we walked towards Professor Sprouts greenhouse together.