[HP] Born to be a pair

The longer the simmering rumors, the more violent the explosion.

Even though Renee and Neville were never big names, rumors of them dating still spread like wind to the ears of fourth, fifth, sixth and even seventh graders.

People who think they know them are tirelessly popularizing science for others: Renee and Neville's people, when they met and the story of playing with people's hearts.

Strange eyes and sarcastic words lingered on Neville all day long, and Dean and Seamus refused to talk to him again. Every time he spoke, it brought an inhuman silence.

"At least Harry and Ron understand," Neville reassured himself.

But Harry and Ron had their own affairs, unfinished homework, Quidditch practice, and teenage troubles of their own - and they couldn't bring Neville any more relief.

And Hermione, the kind girl, who had taken a break from freeing the house-elves - which meant knitting woolen scarves and hats for them incessantly - had come to talk to Neville like a big sister.

"I've heard of Renee Hawke," she said hesitantly. "Did she—had a few boyfriends?"

"Yes, and I know these things too." Neville whispered, "I have a ... quite a crush on her."

Hermione's expression became relieved, inexplicably reminding Neville of her grandma, she said to him in an encouraging tone.

"If you really like her, then don't care about the gossip. Nothing else matters, only your relationship is real."

These words made Neville feel a little better. He had to admit that he almost wanted to leave her when he found that he couldn't avoid these sharp eyes and words-if he wasn't with Renee, everything would go back to the way it was .

Resuming relationship with Dean and Seamus, they are still good friends; in the lounge, he can chat and laugh with others unscrupulously, without encountering strange eyes; walking in the corridor, no one will point to him, they don't even know who he is...

He is still the boy who enjoys herbalism alone, without a pair of slender hands beside him to peel the pods for him;

The boy who was insulted in potions class, because no one would go out of his way to prepare potions for him before class;

With his father's second-hand wand, the boy whose spells could never be aimed at, even if he succeeded, there was no hug that made him dream overnight.

The water of the Black Lake is no longer romantic and waveless, because there are no figures of them walking.

The grass and flowers had lost their fragrance too, and if he was sitting on the lawn alone, who cared about the damn earthy smell?

Was Neville Longbottom too lonely?That's why he firmly grasped a rope she casually stretched out, never wanting to let go.

"Did she hang out with George? Or Fred?" asked Ron. "I saw you two in the Three Broomsticks."

"What?!" Fred yelled, looking more surprised than Neville. "This is new to me, brother."

"On that day." George shrugged. "When you and Lee went to search for the dung eggs that were hidden deeper, she stopped me and asked me if I would like to have a drink."

"...and then?" Neville tried not to look angry.

"Then we went to drink a glass of butter beer." George raised his eyebrows and explained kindly, "We had a very speculative chat, but the next morning, she ignored me."

Neville breathed a sigh of relief, the expression must have looked silly, otherwise Ron wouldn't have pointed at him and laughed, and even Harry was snickering.

"She said I wasn't the type to grow old with her," said George oddly. "Which third grade girl would say that?"

Fred nearly rolled off the couch laughing, wondering which he thought was more amusing: the brutal abandonment of his own brother, or the strange words of this girl named Renee?

"There are too many people who like to gossip." Harry patted him on the shoulder empathetically, "Don't worry about it, Neville."

Ron and Hermione exchanged a look, trying not to remember the time when Harry lost his temper over gossip.

And Neville was obviously greatly moved by Harry's words, and his inner thoughts became more firm. He stood up suddenly, attracting the attention of everyone in the lounge.

"You're right, none of it matters except her—I'm going to find her!"

He blew out of the common room like a gust of wind, and before climbing out of the hole, Neville heard the clapping and whistle of many people inside, and the loud cheers of the Weasley brothers: "Come on, man!"

Full of blood and passion rushed back and forth in Neville's chest, so hot that it made his still somewhat round cheeks flush.

He ran all the way and met Draco Malfoy and his friends. They were yelling about something, probably between Neville and Renee, but he didn't have time to talk to them—in case Renee was also Troubled by those rumors?

However, Neville, who was not thinking about escaping, obviously forgot what Malfoy was. He was hit by a Leg-locking Curse from behind him - again - and was forced to keep his legs together like a felled oak tree. , fell heavily to the ground.

They laughed and left again, and a perfect villain action ended.

And Neville's wand was forgotten in the dormitory, but even if you have a wand, what's the use?A wand that doesn't suit him will only make things worse.

Speaking of things going from bad to worse - Renee's voice came from around the corner, she was about to walk to the middle of this corridor, and found Neville lying on the ground with blood all over his face like a messy caterpillar -

"I do not know what you mean."

Renee's footsteps stopped, and there was another rush of footsteps, and she said coldly to the visitor.

Who is that man?Neville carefully got up from the ground, no matter who it was, he had to thank this kind man for delaying him.

"I just wanted to say!" came a boy's voice, and he sounded annoyed, almost snarling at Renee, "You shouldn't be dating Neville Longbottom!"

Who is that idiot? !Neville seemed to have forgotten his current state, anger welled up in his heart, and he wanted to step forward to teach this ignorant person, but he fell headfirst on the gleaming silver armor next to the wall.

"I don't see what this has to do with you."

Renee had to turn up the volume in her growl, as furious as Neville.

"What identity do you think you use to talk to me?"

It's a good thing the sound didn't attract their attention, Neville thought bitterly, grinning.And the boy continued to speak, his voice was softer, but he was still angry.

"Bradley, Chambers, Dean Thomas... I can take all of these guys." He began to shout again, "But Neville Longbottom? How do you want me to tell people that we used to date? "

"Then don't say it!" Renee screamed, "Don't show that stuff out, it won't help you get the next innocent girl!"

Gasping, she added: "And we only went on two dates, nothing more than a stupid lunch date and a sweaty Quidditch match!"

Quidditch?Isn't Renee also not interested in Quidditch?

Neville thought vaguely, but in the next second they actually started to walk while arguing, and as they hurried, they walked directly into this corridor!

"Then I have to think your taste is getting worse!" The boy walked behind Renee, his face exposed in the firelight - it was Ravenclaw batsman Stephen Kornford!

For some reason, the flame that lingered in Neville's chest has disappeared, replaced by a sad sense of powerlessness. He is like a useless piece of trash, lying crookedly on the school's decorative armor, eavesdropping on his girlfriend and her Ex's conversation...

"Whatever you say! Neville is just different!" Renee said irritably.

Suddenly, she saw a figure not far in front of her, with her legs tightly closed, trying to stand up from the armored knight in embarrassment.

Obviously, Stephen saw it too, his good eyesight allowed him to see Neville's face clearly at a glance, and he couldn't help but sneered: "Yeah - what a difference!"

After finishing speaking, he pushed Renee's thin shoulder away vigorously, walked past Neville arrogantly, and kept squinting at him with contempt.

"Oh, no!" Renee exclaimed, she looked very worried, she jumped up and immediately lifted Neville's curse, "Are you all right? Neville!"

Her reaction was both what Neville wanted and what he was trying to avoid.

At this moment, Neville was in a complicated mood, and couldn't help looking away, not wanting to meet her hooked eyes.

"I'm fine...it's just that I forgot this time that I can't give my back to Malfoy and the others."

"Who says no." Renee gritted her teeth and said with a familiar tone, "He is a complete jerk!"

"Do you know him?" Neville asked suddenly, "Malfoy."

Renee's heart skipped a beat, she adjusted her relaxed state, an innocent and gentle expression slowly climbed onto her face: "I met him outside the classroom before, and was pushed to the stone gate by his friends."

She regretted it all day today.

Renee ignored Neville's personality and social skills, which led to the backlash of rumors, from a powerful helper to a backlashing snake.If you think on your knees, you will also know what kind of actions a person like Neville, who is extremely unconfident, will do in the face of gossip.

She can't break up with him before graduation!

However, the busy class delayed Renee's plan, and she could only spare time to appease Neville after school, but unexpectedly, she was entangled by that damned Stephen Kernford again!

Renee could see that Neville's expression was a little dazed and suspicious.

It is very easy for an adolescent boy to be enthusiastic for a while, but it is difficult to stabilize it. The next day is the difficulty that Renee needs to overcome.

During the period of silence, Neville's expression had turned between struggle and pain, and she had already guessed how entangled the boy's heart was now.

So, her heart changed, and she took a more dangerous move.

"I'm sorry, Neville." Renee sighed wearily, "I agree to your request, let's break up."

Neville's expression froze and turned into surprise, and he shouted uneasily, "Why?!"

"I don't want to drag you down." Renee had tears in her eyes.

"I made too many mistakes before I found you—even if I realize now that you're the right one, what's the use? You hate me, don't you?"

This sentence was full of sincerity, Neville's intuition told him so, which made him stammer like a deflated ball: "I never disliked you! How could you think so?"

"They all said that." A string of pearly tears hung on her cheeks, "Maybe I shouldn't meet you in this life, so your life will be better?"

"Absolutely not!" retorted Neville, who had never felt so clear in his head, "Renee - listen, what other people say, it doesn't matter! Only you, and only our relationship, is real .”

Renee looked at him with her mouth open in surprise, teardrops still hanging from her eyelashes, and to be honest - she didn't expect Neville to say that - but everything was back to normal.

"Oh, Neville!"

She trembled with excitement for her plan, and the thought of being a free 18-year-old made her unbearably happy now.

Neville has always been a person with a lot of forgetfulness. Although his state has become a little bit normal since the fourth grade, he will soon forget these unpleasantnesses and concentrate on this carefully constructed relationship.

Maybe.

But at least Neville had only Renee in his eyes at the moment, and he wiped the blood from his lips, and kissed her until his mind went blank, and an unprecedented feeling flooded his heart, more exciting than drinking butterbeer.

"Ahem." A high-pitched voice cleared his throat from behind them.

who?Neville wanted to look up, but was held back enthusiastically by Renee, and he returned to the sensory world with regret and glee until the thin voice grew impatient.

"Cough cough!"

The two paused, finally willing to let go of each other, and turned their heads panting.

"I hope—" Umbridge's hideous face appeared there, accompanied by her pink skirt and ugly little fangs, "the distance between boys and girls should be more than 7 inches."

With a wave of her wand, she separated the inseparable two.

The author has something to say:

Plant a bomb for the relationship between the two~