Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
Neville Longbottom and Charlie Weasley were kissing. In the moonlight. On the night of the first Triwizard Tournament event.
Their lips were still. Just pressed together. They stayed like that for a beat, then another…
Then the stillness was broken.
The air was cold when Charlie moved away. Neville could feel the blush on is cheeks. This is what Charlie meant, wasn’t it, when he said Neville should accept himself? What else could Charlie have meant, when Neville’s love for Charlie was such a huge part of what he was?
Charlie looked confused – really, really confused. Neville’s heart ached in suspense.
“Neville…”
Neville looked up at Charlie.
“What – what did you…” Charlie touched his lips with his fingers. “Did you just – did you just kiss me?”
The shift in his expression was hardly visible. One moment Charlie was clearly baffled, and the next his expression darkened.
“What the hell? What the f*ck?” Charlie tore himself away from Neville, expression curled with disgust, rubbing his lips ferociously on the back of his hand. He looked physically ill. “What the –“ Charlie moved away from Neville.
Neville felt like he couldn’t breathe. The panic was descending on him. “I-I – Charlie, I’m sor-“
“You’re a kid! You’re –“ Charlie spat on the ground, still rubbing at his mouth. “You’re a kid – and a guy! That’s f*cking-“ Charlie winced.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry – I’m so sorry,” Neville muttered, reaching for Charlie’s hand. “I’m sorry, Charlie –“
Charlie cringed away from his grip. “Don’t touch me, f*cking hell – don’t touch me-“
“I-I’m sorry – I won’t-“
“Get out of here,” Charlie’s face was still mottled with revulsion, “Just get out of here – and don’t come back. Don’t come near me.”
Neville pushed himself to stand, “Char-“
“Get out!” Charlie shouted. “Go away!”
Neville turned and ran.
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Neville hid in the corner of the library where none of his friends could witness him cry. It took him only a few hours to tire himself out with his sobs, and when he woke up in the early hours of the morning a dark shawl was draped over his shoulders. Somehow someone had found his hiding space under the tables.
He folded the shawl and made his way through the quiet castle. Even the common room was quiet. The other four boys in his room were asleep already. Did they notice his absence? His bed looked cold, and the presence of the other Weasley in his periphery pained him.
Neville curled up under the covers, shoulders shaking with quiet tears.
Come morning, things would get even worse.
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