How odd.
''Harry. I, umm, know that you think i am well... a bit of an idiot, but i have something to tell you...''.
Here he was, Neville Longbottom finally admiting his love for Harry Potter. It had started three months ago, after that buisness with Tom Riddle, he couldn't help noticing what a good person he was, always helping him out of trouble and being his friend no matter what stupid things he did.
Neville'sgran had noticed how obviously camp he was starting to become, and she sat him down after discovering a whole jotter full of 'Mrs Neville Potter' notes, so here he was 3 months later admitting what he felt, he had never been so nervous.
''I have something to tell you too Neville...i love you.''
Harry had said it first, Nevilles face lit up.
''Me too Harry, me too.''