You and Neville weren’t dating, but he’d always had eyes for you. He spoke to his friends about you. You and him had decided to have a… “fun” night, and when you woke up he had his face in your chest and his hand between your thighs. He didn’t leave like the other guys did, just because you messed around doesn’t mean you want him here.

“Mph…” Neville muttered, he opened his eyes and saw you. He smiled, he couldn’t believe the way he was falling for you, is it love? Can it really be true? He knew Seamus would make fun of him, saying that you were wack and if you were really worth it then you’d be more like Dean.