'Neville,' said George with a sigh. 'Would you put the fucking book down and go to sleep?'
Neville didn't look up. 'Five minutes,' he replied.
'You said that ten minutes ago.' George's voice was going dangerously low.
Neville only turned the page.
George sucked in a breath. He'd been trying to get Neville to sleep for the last four hours. Even though he knew Neville wouldn't sleep until he'd finished the goddamn book, he also knew that it was taking a toll on his fiancé's health and Neville would need to sleep properly if he wanted to make Charlie's engagement party on Saturday without looking like a zombie.
'I swear, if that book isn't on your bedside table in the next four minutes, I'm going to burn it,' he told Neville as he turned on his side to face him.
In the dim glow of Neville's wand light, George could see Neville's mouth twist up in a smirk. 'Sure,' he said, his tone amused. 'If you can get your hands on it.'
'Three minutes, Mr Longbottom,' said George warningly.
'What's it to you if I don't sleep?'
The turning of the page was all that was heard before George responded. 'Nothing, personally,' he said, shrugging a shoulder. 'I'm just concerned for your health is all.'
Neville paused, finally looking up, though still not meeting George's eyes. 'Concerned. Right,' he murmured.
It was at this point George figured something was wrong, as Neville didn't turn his eyes back to the pages.
George rested his head on Neville's shoulder. 'What is it, baby?' he asked softly.
Neville sighed. 'It's just…' He marked his page and set the book down on his table. 'No one's ever been concerned about me before you.'
Neville received no reply. 'George?'
'Are you serious?' gasped George. 'No one else?'
'Don't think Gran counts, does she?' murmured Neville.
George entwined their hands, pressing a kiss to Neville's temple. 'I'm here now,' he said softly. 'I'm here to be concerned over you, to stop you reading at ungodly hours of the night, to make sure you actually sleep for once.'
Neville's heart started thumping. 'I… Thank you.' He couldn't say anything else. He didn't know how.
George smiled. 'No need to thank me. I'm here for you.'
'Alright,' said Neville. 'I guess I'll put the book down for a few nights.'
'Thank you,' came George's reply as he tangled their legs together.
Neville scoffed. 'No need to thank me. I'm here for you.'
With a chuckle, George brushed a kiss over Neville's knuckles and the both of them settled to finally sleep the night away.