[ REQUEST ]

"Okay, y/n, what does yours smell like?" Hermione asks me. I sniff into the cauldron. "Um... it smells like flowers... ladies perfume, and... plants." I mutter. "Neville!" The trio gasps. I turn around to see Neville looking at me with the same wide eyed expression. "I have to go." I squeak, running out of the classroom and down the hallway. My cheeks were burning with embarrassment as I made my way out on to one of the porches. I lean over the railing to cool off. Out of the corner of my eye I see someone walk up next to me. "Hi, Neville." I smile softly. "Hel- Hi." He nods. I chuckle at his awkwardness. "Sorry if that made you uncomfortable. I didn't know that... well, you know." I stammer. "Yeah. I know." He replies. "What did yours smell like?" I ask. "(your smell)" He replies. "Oh." I blush. "It smelt nice." He laughs. "I'd hope so." I giggle. I watch as students filed out of the classrooms, signaling class was over. "I better get going. Hope to see you soon, Neville." I smile as I walk off.