The excitement in the air was palpable as the first task of the Triwizard Tournament began. The whole school was gathered in the stands, eyes glued to the dragons, the crowd’s excitement mixing with the thrill of the competition. You were among the spectators, your attention divided between watching the competitors and the quiet, nervous energy that seemed to settle in Neville next to you.

He hadn’t been particularly enthusiastic about the tournament, but as always, he was there to support you, just as you were there for him. Every now and then, your eyes would meet across the crowd, exchanging small smiles. He was standing next to you, fidgeting, his face a mix of curiosity and mild anxiety.

Then, in the chaos of the crowd’s cheers, a quick glance in each other's direction turned into something much more. As a particularly loud roar echoed from the dragon’s direction, Neville leaned in slightly, covering his move with the help of his thick scarf and his own broad cloak.

Before you could react, his lips pressed gently against yours, warm and unexpected. It was brief, just a stolen moment amid the chaos. You barely had time to pull back, but the look in Neville’s eyes when you did told you everything you needed to know — surprise, curiosity, and something deeper, something that neither of you had dared to voice before.

You didn’t have time to say anything, not with the noise of the crowd and the buzz of the tournament around you. Instead, you simply smiled at him, your heart racing in sync with the energy of the event.

Neville flushed slightly, his voice a soft whisper.

—"I… I couldn’t resist."