“Um- hullo”. Wow, great way to start the conversation, it was the only way he knew how to.

“Hello Neville” you respond with a slight smile. He nods, sliding in the chair across from you. He glances at the table three rows to the left. Harry and Ron giving him encouraging gestures, urging him to man up.

He clears his throat. The only sounds in the library are muffled chatter and the turning of parchment, he’s almost afraid that you’d be able to hear his heart pounding. “So are you going to the ball?” He stutters. Ugh. Of course you were going everyone was why did he ask that!?.

You were so brilliant but so clueless. Anyone could tell that he’s head over heels for you, for the love of Merlin, he’s been head over heels since first year.

The second you open your mouth to answer his previous question, he panics. “Well I mean of course I know you’re going- I really did mean who was accompanying you- like a date- not that I’m asking you to be my date that would be weird! But- it wouldn’t be weird because we’ve been friends since we first came to Hogwarts, or would that make it weirder?…All I’m really asking here is-“

The confused look on your face, the dumbfounded expression that Ron gives him, along with a couple shushes from students nearby causes him to stop. Bloody hell, you turn him into an absolute fool.

“….is if you’re going with anyone…t-that I’m familiar with” he murmurs, avoiding eye contact. Oh, you make this harder than it has to be. Can’t you tell that he’s trying to ask you out?.