His Smile (Neville Longbottom x Reader *REQUEST*)
It wasn’t his looks.
It wasn’t his talent, or his intelligence. (Though, to me, he was plenty smart and more talented than anyone I had ever talked to.)
It wasn’t his jokes, or the way he walked, or even the clothes he wore.
No. None of those things were the things that made me fall in love with Neville Longbottom. No matter how long I thought about it, I just couldn’t place just what made me love him. The traits that people normally found attractive just weren’t fitting in. Though, to be honest, my feelings toward Neville Longbottom felt anything but normal.
It wasn’t his personality, though he did have quite the lovely personality. He was kind without being insincere, and you could tell that he really cared about his friends. He was brave, despite what he and others thought—I could see his courage as clear as day. Since the time in first year that I had seen him stick up to Draco Malfoy during a Quidditch game, I had known that, deep down, Ne