Neville's P.O.V
When Neville Longbottom arrived at Hogwarts, he was more nervous than he had ever been. His grandmother basically told him Gryffindor was the way to go while both his parent, Frank and Alice Longbottom told their nervous son that anywhere he went they would still be proud of him. This put Neville at great ease.
When all the first years were led to the great hall, Neville stared in wonder at the beauty of the Great Hall ceiling.
He sat down randomly on the bench which seated all the other first years.
With eyes widen in wonder, Neville looked around the Great Hall. It was everything his father had told him about. He was looking forward tl the next years of his life. But what did make him nervous was that he was not a socialable as Ron Weasley or Harry Potter.
Soon the first years were being sorted. He knew he would not get into Gryffindor, he was not brave enough.
Soon his turn had come.
"Longbottom, Neville."
Slowly he walked towards the stool where deputy headmistress McGonagall placed the sorting hat on his head.
The hat suddenly spoke to him telling him that even though he didn't believe to be brave, one of the aspects of being brave was to understand that it's alright to be afraid, but you should not let fear control you.
Finally the hat decided.
"Gryffindor!!"
Suprised, Neville got off the stool and walk to his new house where his house was cheering him.
The sorting continued on and though he didn't fully pay attention, he still clapped for everyone sorted.
Suddenly a name caught his attention.
"Lyra Malfoy"
Neville stared at the pretty little girl. He had met the girl a handful of times. She was a very nice to him. She never made fun of him when he used to stutter, she just smiled and allowed him to take his time to get his point across.
Neville wondered if Lyra Malfoy would still want to be his friend.
"Slytherin!"
Neville was brought out of his thoughts, and now he wasn't so sure of friendship with Lyra. Gryffindors and Slytherins were natural rivals.
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The first day of classes started out expectantly, Neville woke up, got rady for the day, and headed to breakfast.
When he got to the Great Hall, Neville sat at the Gryffindor table between Harry Potter and a dark skin boy named Dean Thomas. Chatting with his classmates, Neville noticed Lyra Malfoy entered with the Greengrass girl and a girl with a strong built.
After breakfast Neville's day went on. He could say he enjoyed his classes, until he got to Potions, with the Slytherins.
Neville was very nervous. The Longbottoms were not known for potions. And both his parents were absolute rubbish with potions. He knew this class would not be easy for him.
As he entered the classroom he could see the Gyffindors and Slytherins are seperated. He is able to find himself a seat, but just as he looks to the front, Lyra Malfoy sits in the only empty seat next to him.
Eyes widen, Neville glances at Lyra, who is staring to the front.
Her hair is up in a sort of braid with a silver barrette. She looked really pretty.
Suddenly she turned towards Neville. She offered him a small smile.
"Hello Mr. Longbottom."
Neville smiled.
"Hi Ms. Malfoy."
"It would seem that we shall be partners in potions Mr. Longbottom."
"Um! Yes-"
Neville was interrupted when the professor entered the classroom. The teacher was named Amycus Carrow. A mean spirited woman whose family had connections to blood supremacy, something not even the old school purebloods believed anymore. Great Neville was fated to die in his first year of Hogwarts, one the first day.
With a sneer, Professor Carrow basically picked on Harry Potter and Ron Weasley on questions thankfully Harry knew. Lily Potter would come to Hogwarts herself if she found out her son could not answer a potions questions.
After her question ing was done she assigned the class to brew a potion cure for blisters.
The class started, Neville started on his potion and he was incredibly nervous of bolluxing it up. Finally the time came to put the porcupine quills when he suddenly felt a hand circle around his wrist.
Neville's eyes snapped to the owner of the hand to see Lyra staring at him.
"Mr. Longbottom you are supposed to remove your cauldron from the fire before you add the quills. Or else it will explode on your person and cause painful boils."
Lyra explained this quietly yet loudly enough for Seamus, Dean, Crabbe, and Goyle to suddenly remove their cauldrons from their fires.
Neville looked at Lyra and nervously smiled.
"Sorry Ms. Malfoy, I didn't mean to put you in danger, I'm just completely rubbish at potions."
Lyra's gaze soften.
"No harm done Mr. Longbottom, I had expected much when my father told me how your father was the same. Forgive my crudeness but I can help tutor you if you wish."
Eyes widen, Neville smiled.
"Yes! I mean if it's not a bother to you Ms. Malfoy. It would really be a great help."
Lyra agreed and set up days and a time to do tutoring. Neville was so happy to finally understand potions.
Class was over with no incidents.
Finally it was the end of the day and Neville concluded that he loved Herbology and Professor Sprout, hated Potions, feared Professor Carrow, feared the dynamic rivalry/friendship of Hermione Granger and Lyra Malfoy even more, and that both Crabbe and Goyle did not seem okay with him making Lyra Malfoy smile.
As he was getting ready for bed, Ron caught his attention.
"Oy! Neville, I saw in potions that you are partnered with Malfoy, that sucks mate."
"Actually she's really kind to me and even offered to help tutor me in potions Ron."
That quieted Ron, which Neville was relieved because sometimes Ron just opens his mouth without thinking. And he did not want Ron to insult his friend.
His gaze happened to land on Harry, who he found was giving him an odd look. Shugging his shoulders, Neville went to bed.
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Neville's first year continued to be amazing. He made tons of friends. Made the highest grade in herbology, and passed potions. His parents and grandmother were very suprised by the potion's grade.
He explained to them that his friend, Lyra Malfoy, had helped tutor him in potions tge whole year. The reactions from the three confused Neville. His father started paled, his mother smiled and cooed, and his grandmother looked as if she didn't know whether to be shocked or pleased.
After that second year flew by the same with also more friends in the form of Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, and Rolf Scamander, who even though was in Neville's year, started to get to know him because of Luna. And it had seemed that Lyra became a sort of older sister to Luna and Ginny, always fixing their hair or sitting with Luna at lunch because someof her classmated found her strange.
It was in third year when he finally realized that Neville liked Lyra Malfoy more than a friend. He realized this ome day after their study group. Neville almost tripped out of a window when he realized this.
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Neville knew that fourth year would be different, especially with the revival of the Triwizard tournament. Many parents had complained, but instead of canceling it, safety precautions where put in place.
The players where a Hufflepuff Cedric Diggory from here, a veela from Beauxbatons named Fleur Delacour, and the famous quidditch player from Durmstrang named Victor Krum.
Neville became nervous with the announcement of the Yule ball. Though he was not as easily scared as he was before, he still wished he was brave enough to ask Lyra Malfoy. But she would probably go with a Slytherin that was really handsome, the thought did not settle well in his gut.
It was three days before the ball when he finally asked Lyra. It was after their study time, he had been to nervous to ask her. He sprinted after her when she was about to head to the dungeons. Moon lilies in hand and out of breath.
"Ly-Lyra will you um, will you please go with me to t-the ball?"
Neville cringed at his stutter and the fact that he practically threw the lillies at her face.
Eyes widen, Lyra stared at the flowers. Suddenly ahe giggled.
"Yes, I would like that Neville." still giggling.
He escort her to her dorm. After he avoided the rest of the Slytherins and headed to the tower did he finally shout out in victory. Only to be shushed by the Fat Lady. He had a smile the last days leading to the ball.
The day of the ball he had confirmed with Lyra that he would puck her up.
That night he waited outside the Slytherin dorms waiting for his date. When he heard the sweet voice.
"Mr. Longbottom, I am ready to go."
Neville looked at his date and forgot how to breath. In front of him was the most beautiful angel in front of him.
Lyra wore a light blue dress with the sleeves hanging off her shoulders. The dress flowed at the bottom, the length dancing in her steps. Her white blonde hair cascading down in loose curls.
His eyes widen when he noticed her..er.. Assets looked bigger. He had noticed that she wore school robes two sizes bigger and there had been nasty rumors of girls spreading that "miss perfect Malfoy got fat." Neville never paid mind to them. Now he could see Lyra had been trying to hide them not to cause attention to herself.
He only glanced at her chest of a second, knowing that it would insult Lyra and also the most beautiful thing about her was the shine in her eyes, he loved her eyes, how they matched the silver color of a moon lily.
"You look quite handsome Mr. Longbottom."
Smiling he replied.
"And you look really beautiful Ms. Malfoy."
A bright red blush appeares on her face along with a bright smile. Neville loved seeing both.
Soon they both made their way to the ball. As they entered the ball, many eyes turned to them.
Neville could see the leering coming from many of the guys. Glaring, Neville put his arm around Lyra and guided her to where Ginny and Luna were with their dates.
Ginny came with Harry and Luna was asked to go with Rolf. Neville saw that Ron had shown up with Padma Patel, who looked as if she would rather dance then sit for the whole night.
Neville turned to look for Hermione who he found was dancing with Victor Krum. Neville grimaced, sometimes those two..
Neville turned his attention to his date, who he found to be engaging in conversation with Ginny and Luna. Neville spoke to both Rolf and Harry about the tournament, to where Rolf explained his relief on the dragons not being seriously hurt and his excitement when Charlie Weasley allowed him to see them.
Neville smiled at Harry when he noticed that Harry was giving him a look that made Neville uncomfortable. When Neville would ask Harry questions Harry just gave him short answers. Harry eyes then drifted from Neville.
Neville turned to see what Harry was looking until he realized that Harry was staring at Lyra. It dawned on Neville, Harry liked Lyra.
Glaring at Harry, Neville asked him if he had danced with Ginny yet. Neville felt smug when Harry suddenly looked guilty.
Neville stood up and offered his hand to Lyra. Asking her to dance, to shich she said yes.
All Neville could think about when he lead his partner to the dancefloor is he hoped to Merlin he would not step on Lyra's feet.
He held one of her hands and placed his other hand on her upper waist. He could see the blush that adorned her face as she placed her other hand on his shoulder.
Soon the melody started up and both Neville and Lyra glided through the dance floor with ease. Thank Merlin, all those grueling dance lessons with his grandmother have finally paid off.
Lyra stared at him and smiled.
"Do you remembered we danced like this years ago at Lady Zabini's birthday ball. Oh it was so fun dancing with you back then. Though you have improved greatly."
Grimaced, Neville had remembered the ball at the Zabini Manor. But he didn't think of it as fondly as Lyra did. All he remembers is trying to ask Lyra to dance with his horrible stutter. She had just stood there and smiled at him until he finally finished his question. She then led him to the dance floor and they both danced.
"Er..Yes but honestly I only remembered the horrible stuttering I had when I asked you to dance."
Lyra giggled and continued.
"Yes I remember that adorable stutter, but before you asked me to dance you saved me from being picked on by Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe."
Speaking of Goyle and Crabbe, they were both staring him down.
"Do they bother you anymore?"
Lyra shook her head.
"No, in fact we are good friends now. They now seemed to be my bodyguards."
Soon the song ended. Neville lead his partner to the outside area. When he notice Lyra rubbing her arms, he placed his outer robes on her.
They talked with what felt like minutes, but really hours. Neville knew he couldn't hold it in.
"Lyra, there's something I 've been meaning to telling but it's just that I don't want to scare you away. I mean you are a very good friend to me and you've helped me so much in potions, I don't wan-"
He was silenced with a pair of soft lips on his. Eyes widen, Neville holds Lyra close and closes his eyes. Finally both pull away. He sees a large blush on Lyra and his own face feels hot.
He gets up and holds his hand out for Lyra to take. She smiles so pretty and takes it. They both walk hand in hand. For the rest of the night they both slow dance staring into each other's eyes.
The rest of fourth year Neville has a girlfriend. They hold hands when they see each other and sit next to each other at lunch.
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The week after Neville and Lyra became a couple, Neville wrote to his parents on the news. The next morning his parents wrote a letter saying they expect to meet her at the train station and to have her over for dinner over the summer. And also that they both had to stop his grandmother from sending a marriage contract to Lucius Malfoy.
It's not to say everyone was as accepting as Luna, Ginny, Rolf, Seamus, Dean, Hermione, Lyra's friends, and hell even Goyle and Crabbe. But they got through it together.
Lyra refused to explain herself to thd likes of Marcus Flint. She stated to the whole Slytherin house that she was dating him and that was that. No one was to bring harm to Neville, lest face her wrath. Which no one in Slytherin wanted, and Neville could understand. Lyra Malfoy came from a long line of Slytherins, she was practically Slytherin royalty. And also because he knew his girlfriend was scary when angered.
After that no Slytherin bothered Neville. Now Neville had a different issue with the Gryffindors, though most supported others showed their distain in front of Neville. Of course it was the comment from a six year that broke the camel's back.
Neville just got back from a study session with his girlfriend and had entered the common room. Everyone was there relaxing, doing homework, chatting until he heard the jeer.
"Oi Longbottom! just got back from fucking your Slytherin bitch? I could see why wouldn't mind a go with those huge tits of her's!"
Neville saw red and before he could comprehend, he was beating the six year to a pulp. The six year's face bloody and bruised, it took Ron, Seamus, and Harry to get him off the six year.
Neville tore himself from their hold and gave a deadly glare and the purple and red six year.
"Say anything about Lyra again I'll make sure you'll be eating your meals out of a straw for the rest of your life."
He then glared around the room.
"If any of you have a problem with me being with Lyra then you come to me. Not my girlfriend! Me! And if I hear another negative thing about my girlfriend, I'll fuck up your lives so back you'll never do magic with out pissing yourselves. Got it?!"
All the Gryffindors stared in shock at the nice boy they've known for some time. They had never seem him angry. He was always a happy guy. He wasn't a weakling, but the had never been angry. Until now.
Many of the Grffindors nodded and scurried to their rooms. Dean, Ginny, and Seamus cheered him on and patted his back. Hermione tutted but understood why he did it, she was about to do it herself. And Ron gave him a thumbs up.
Neville turned to Harry, who stared at Neville before nodding then smirking. He came up to Neville and gave him a side hug. Which made Neville happy. He would have hated to fight Harry for Lyra.
The next day the fight reached the whole school and everyone looked at Neville with either fear or awe. The Slytherins nodded in respect to him and spent the rest of the week making the six year's life miserable when he got out of the infirmary. Especially Crabbe and Goyle.
Of course the news reached Lyra who just shook her head and tutted, then sat down and laid her head on his shoulder, gripping his arm.
The rest of fourth year continued swimmingly. Soon the semester had ended and they were on the Hogwarts express on their way home.
When they got off at the station, Lyra took him to where her parents where. And he was introduced to Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy. He was scared of Lucius Malfoy and could see the man inspecting him. He then told Neville he expects to see him over for dinner during the summer.
Suddenly his parents came up to them and he introduced Lyra to his parents. His mother came up and hugged Lyra while his father shook Lucius' hand. His mother had asked Mrs. Malfoy is it was alright for Lyra to have dinner with them sometimes, which Mrs. Malfoy happily agreed to.
The parents talked a little more before the Longbottoms had left. As Neville looked back at his girlfriend he smiled and thought to himself that life might get more interesting