“Live a little, Longbottom,” Y/N’s words echo in Neville’s head as a frown appears on his face, his mind storming with puzzled thoughts about her words.
He knew the y/h/c haired, free spirited girl had a point, and a good one at that, but he couldn’t help but feel offended by her words. He stole a glance at the laughing girl, surrounded by her friends, and feels a surge of courage, finding his feet move towards her.
He reaches her sooner than he expected to, taking her by the arm wordlessly and pulling her to the side, provoking a series of “oooh"s from her friends. Her response to this was simply sticking out her tongue, attempting to conceal her surprise at his forward approach.
Before she manages to ask him what’s come over him, he speaks, his words shocking her even more than being grabbed and dragged to the side by the usually shy boy.
“You know those pranks you pull all the time? I want to do one with you.” his words are rushed enough to leave him practically breathless at the end of his demand.
“I’m sorry, you what?” she looks at him, completely bewildered.
“Exactly what you heard.” he feels his confidence fading, stuttering over his words as he attempts to keep his gaze fixed on hers.
“Neville, you know you don’t have to prove yourse–”
“I’m either doing it with you or I’m doing it alone.”
She raises her eyebrows in surprise, a sly smile spreading over her face as she gives him a nod.
“Whatever you want Longbottom. But you’d better brace yourself.”
