"Are you serious…?"
"Y-yes."
"Annnd, you won't be mad?"
He shook his head.
Katie Bell puckered her lips in deliberation, thinning her eyes at the chubby sixth year in a "hmmm" sorta way. He sat directly across the table from her, sweating heavily with his palms wet on his homework.
"Alright, whatever Longbottom," said Katie. "But I oughta let you know, I'm really sick so - -." The seventh year snorted her nose. Put her hand to her chest and conjured up some phlegm.
Neville swallowed, feeling his face turn red.
Katie leaned forward with her elbows on the table, munched up her pretty little mouth and spat. A hurl of spit was launched across the table, splattering against Neville's right cheek.
"Oh god," she snickered, covering her mouth with her hands. "It's all snotty!"
Neville allowed for the mucus to drip from his cheek. And as he watched her giggle back in her seat he realized he could ask her now.
"K-K-Katie…" But that didn't stop the incessant s-s-stutters. "W-would you mind it if, I mean w-would you like if I'd…? Uhh, it's a little weird."
"Merlin sakes Longbottom spit it out! What could possibly be weirder than what you've already asked me?"
"…Could I lick your quidditch sneakers….?"