you were a very jealous partner, you would always get jealous when Neville was with, or talking to Ginny, but you couldn’t control it, or you thought.

one foggy afternoon, the grass was wet, the smell of rain in the air, yoy go for a walk, and when you pass by the lake, you see Neville pick up Ginny’s book from the ground that she dropped, you got jealous as always so you run away.

after that you go to the empty library, past curfew, thinking that reading might get your mind off that little scene you saw, but instead of reading you are just scanning the words, deep in thought about the scene until neville sits next to you.

“Look I know you’re jealous, but darling I was just being nice.” he says, already knowing that you were jealous, he sounds almost amused, but you don’t even spare him a glance, still looking at the book.

“Your the most jealous woman I know.” he says as he chuckles.

“You know other woman?” you say low and intimidating, you finally look at him with pure anger in your eyes, and his amused expression immediately flatters.