AN: I don't like Hannah Abbot and Neville, so I made an OC who is more of a... leader. I think Neville needs a Leader, to be honest. Not Luna or Hannah or any of those people. I hope you enjoy this. Also, Sky is a pureblood Gryffindor.
Sky looked over at her husband who was cooking dinner. He was always so concentrated in the kitchen, no matter what he was cooking. He always knew the perfect herbs to use, the perfect way to slice the fruit, everything. He was genius in the kitchen.
He glanced up at his wife and said, "Hey, Sky." His dark brown hair was really messy today, and she thought it made him look adorable. He still had that face that made him look like a man, but he still always looked dorky and confused.
"Neville, what are you cooking?" she asked, making her way over to him. Her eyes were focused on his hands as they chopped tomatoes. They were callused from the gardens that he spent most of his day in, but they were always so gentle.
Smiling, he answered, "Pasta." She smiled back at him, they both had the most crooked smiles possible. His teeth were crooked on top, but hers were crooked on the bottom. They were opposites, but it made them the best couple possible in the Wizarding World.
"Great, I have been wanting pasta for the past few days," she said hugging Neville.
His hand wrapped around her and he said, "You could have told me earlier, I would have made it for you." He then kissed her on the forehead, which still even after all of these years, sent rushes down her spine.
"I like all of the food you make, it wouldn't have made a difference," she said before moving his hair out of his face. "You spent a long time in the garden today."
He went back to chopping his tomatoes and then he replied, "There were a lot of things to do today, Sky. I'm sorry."
She smiled and said, "It's okay, Neville, I can spend time with you other times." Neville, however, could tell that she was really disappointed, but she just wanted him to feel better.
He then put the tomatoes in the sauce and began to cook it. "Well, want to help me cook?" he asked.
Thrilled, Sky nodded and took the noodles to break them up. They cracked and split into two different sides. She then tossed them into the pot for them to cook.
He took out a spoon for them to stir the sauce with. The two stared into each other's eyes as they stirred, smiles on both of their faces. They rarely spent time with each other any more, so this moment seemed much more important than it truly was.
Sky then remembered her duties as a mother and she said, "Oh, I almost forgot about Amias!" She ran up the stairs and walked into her son's bedroom. He was chewing on his stuffed mandrake. He was too much like his father, because he always blushed and carried around a stuffed mandrake. Amias even looked just like Neville.