Hello lovely readers! So as a Harry Potter Fan girl, I have always had a fascination with a certain herbology-obsessed boy and his future wife. We have never really known much about Hannah and Neville's relationship, so I am going to fix that! The chapters will be short at first, since I'm going to start off when they first run into each other at Hogwarts (we all know they didn't start dating until after the war and after Neville's "summer fling" with Luna), but they will get longer as their relationship starts up, I promise! As always, PLEASE tell me what you think! Thanks!

Sometimes, Neville Longbottom thought, you just don't have any luck.

It was his first night at Hogwarts, and already he had knocked someone over, lost Trevor twice, stuttered through his introductions ("H-hi. I'm N-Neville. I-I'm looking f-for my f-f-frog") and had already had some kids give him nasty looks when he tripped over their feet. Not even four hours away from home, and he was already embarrassing himself.

As he stood before the doors of the Great Hall, waiting to be sorted and sweating profusely, he tried vainly to remember what his grandmother had said to him when he was about to get on the Hogwarts Express. "Remember, Neville," she had said sternly, brushing the sleeve of his shirt for dust, "You are the son of two of the bravest witch and wizard in the world. Show people that and you'll be fine."

Neville swallowed. He did not consider himself brave in the slightest. He shrieked at snakes, feared heights, cowered from his grandmother when she was angry, and couldn't look at a picture of a death eater without screaming. How he was supposed to live up to his parents was a mystery to him.

Finally, the doors opened, and Professor McGonagall led the troop of eleven-year-olds into the Great Hall. Feeling so many eyes on him made Neville nervous, but thankfully, most were glued on the small boy a few feet away with him with dark hair and a scar on his forehead.

Harry Potter was here! HARRY POTTER was here and he was going to be in Neville's year! He couldn't wait to tell Gran!

When the group stopped in front of the raised platform in front of the room, Professor McGonagall pulled out a long list and put on her spectacles.

"When I call your name, please step forward." She said, pointing to the stool.

"Abbot, Hannah!"

Neville felt himself cringe in pity for the girl. The thought of going first was horrifying.

Neville suddenly paused to look at little Hannah. She was tall for her age; Neville noticed, with long blond hair that touched her back and big, frightened brown eyes. For some reason he couldn't understand, Neville had a secret hope she would be in his house.

Hannah shakily sat on the stool as the top of her head and eyes disappeared under the hats too-large brim. The whole room was silent with anticipation.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat bellowed, and Hannah gave a relieved sigh as the Great Hall cheered, the Hufflepuff table the loudest. She shakily got up and rushed over to the table, where she collapsed.

Name after name was called, until finally, McGonagall cleared her throat and called,

"Longbottom, Neville!"

Trying not to throw up, Neville walked to the stool and plopped down. He felt the hat slip onto his head, and everyone else disappeared.

"Lets see." The hat mused. "Well well, Neville Longbottom, eh? I see lots of awkwardness, a large heart, self-doubt, a strong mind, a fear of not fitting in, loyalty to your friends, and… oh my, is that hope? Yes hope that you will live up to your parents! And one more thing in there… oh yes, something you don't think you have, but you do. And lots of it, actually. It will just take time to show. Well, boy, you have much more in you then you think. You will play a big part in things to come. Let it be… GRYFFINDOR!"

Neville gave a shaky laugh and rushed to the Gryffindor table. He did it! He was in Gryffindor!

After a long meal, Neville got up from the table and gathered with his fellow first-years. He was happy well fed, and…

"Oof! Oi, watch where you're going!"

Neville jumped at the angry voice, only in time to realize that his elbow had just smacked into Hannah Abbot's ribcage.

"I'm sorry!" He cried hysterically, jerking his elbow away. "I didn't mean to, honest!"

Hannah rubbed her rib, giving him a forgiving look. "It's all right, honest. You didn't mean it. I shouldn't have snapped like that. Its just… stress, y'know?"

Neville nodded understandingly. "Congratulations on being in Hufflepuff."

Hannah gave a small smile. "Thanks. It was murder, going first in front of everyone. Both my parents were in Ravenclaw, so I don't think they'll be pleased to have me with the dunces, but I don't mind. And you too for Gryffindor. It's a good house. Plus, you'll have Harry Potter!" She said longingly. "Wish I had him in mine."

"Yeah well," Neville said, blushing, "I'm not sure I can talk to him without stuttering, so I probably won't know him that well anyway."

Hannah giggled, then turned her hear when her friends called her name. "Well, anyway, good luck in Gryffindor." She said, smiling at him. "And no hard feelings on the rib."

Neville laughed. "Yeah thanks. Good luck in Hufflepuff!" He started to walk towards the group of Gryffindor's.

"Hang on!"

Neville stopped and turned to face Hannah, who was looking at him with curiosity.

"I never did catch your name." Neville gave her a shy smile.

"It's Neville. Neville Longbottom."