Neville had a huge crush on you, it was something everyone knew. Everyone other than you, and if you did know then you didn’t act upon it. But even though he was desperately in love with you, he had no idea if you felt the same. Everyone was in the great hall, awaiting the new students that would arrive for the Triwizard Tournament. But then the Durmstrang boys arrived.

“Oh, no…” Neville whispered, staring at them. They were strong and handsome and probably smarter than him, he looked at you as you looked at them. He put down his piece of bread, suddenly not hungry anymore. He wished he could cover your eyes or make you look at him and just ignore them. But he couldn’t, the person he was in love with was slipping through his fingers.