#remembral

Neville x Reader (romantic)

Summary: Reader and Neville have been dating for a while but have been to busy to talk for a while

Word count: 735

Warning: none that I know of

It had been a couple days… no a full week. It had been a full freaking week since he’d talked to [Y/N]. Well, yes, they talked, but they hadn’t had a full conversation. It was stuff like: ‘Hi, [Y/N/N]!’ which was met with the response, “Yes, hello, goodbye.” and she’d scurry off, angrily scribbling her final draft of an essay on to parchment. It’s not like he’d been free to just sit around and chat either. Professor Sprout always needed help in the greenhouse, or his friends pulled him away to do something every time [Y/N] had a free second. Honestly, it was a great pain, but he didn’t have the heart to tell anyone to bugger off.

Day, well, day nine of the silence between him and [Y/N]. She didn’t show at breakfast, or lunch, and he saw her for a moment at dinner, and just the same saw her walking away with no more than an apple, her history of magic book locked into an iron like grip. She had such a determined path that Neville didn’t dare try and converse with her. If not for the brief passes in the hall, Neville might have forgotten what she looked like, he had all but forgotten the breezy sound of her voice.

So you don’t have to imagine how happy he was to talk to her again. He was ecstatic when he got a letter from an owl from her, telling him to meet her in the library at the end of the day so they could study and talk and actually spend some time together. If Neville had to guess, despite [Y/N]’s busyness, she missed him terribly as well. She would put off some of the workload for the weekend if it meant talking to him for an hour. And, boy, was Neville grateful for that hour.

They met in the library, sitting at their normal table. All their books scattered around them, [Y/N] told him about how Hannah had fallen into the lake, or rather was chased in by a murlap. [Y/N] laughed and told him how Hannah missed the next to classes because she was trying to get the goo of the lake out of her hair. Neville laughed along to the story, but really was just smiling at [Y/N], the way her nose wrinkled when she laughed, or how she rubbed her eyes when trying to understand something. She was amazing.

He sighed and put his cheek in his hand as she reached over to him. To Neville’s great surprise, she grabbed the book in front of him, dropping it after reading the title. She giggled, “Our herbology textbook? Really? Haven’t you gotten it memorized?”

Neville laughed, “Hey!” He grabbed the book back, “At least I didn’t say anything about you reading the [Y/F/S] book for the second time, since we’ve been sitting her.” He made a face at her. He made a move to grab her outstretched hand, just barely cupped it… and Flinch came barging in, screeching that there was five minutes till bed, all students head off.

Neville stood with a sigh, packing his things away. As a habit, he checked that old cracked remembral he kept in his cardigan’s pocket.

The small glass orb swirled with red smoke. It discouraged Neville, he had been so good at remembering things, and he didn’t forget his robes, they weren’t needed. He had all his books, all the most pressing tasks complete. Talked to [Y/N]… [Y/N]. He cast his eyes back to her watching her pack up her things with an almost sad look to her.

Neville turned back to her, head tilted in an almost curious matter, “Y’know,” He bounced the glass sphere in his hand, “this old thing tells me that I’ve forgotten something.” He said talking a few hesitant steps towards her.

“Oh?” She asked, not even looking up.

“And for the first time, I think I remember what I’ve forgotten to do, you wanna know what I’ve forgotten?” He asked.

[Y/N] sighed and looked up, flipping her bangs away, “What, Neville? What have you forgotten?” She was annoyed at him, and he had an idea on why.