Author's note: The idea for this oneshot was driving me crazy, so, here you go.
Even though I am a diehard supporter of Neville/Luna, I also don't mind Neville/Hannah. Hey, as long as Neville's with a decent girl, I'm happy! And, Hannah must have been pretty special to win over Neville. Not just ANY girl can do that. :)
On with the story! Enjoy!
-Scars
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Sweet Summer Days
Neville rushed into the Leaky Cauldron, nearly slipping over his long coat. The heat of the summer was causing him to sweat terribly, but he didn't care. He had great news for Hannah.
He ran in so fast, he almost smacked into Justin Finch-Fletchley, the new busboy Hannah had hired at the Leaky Cauldron.
"Justin!" Neville said, relived to finally find someone who could answer his question. "Where's Hannah?"
"I'm not sure," said Justin, attempting to carry ten plates in one hand without breaking them. "I think she said something about the rooms upstairs needing more towels. You should check up there."
"Thank you, Justin," Neville said, patting him on the shoulder in gratitude, nearly causing him to lose his balance and shatter all of the plates.
Neville rushed up the stairs two at a time. He just couldn't contain his joy. He had to find Hannah. He had to tell her.
Once he made it to the top, he ran through every empty room and shouted her name across the halls.
"Hannah! Hannah, where are you?"
Finally, a familiar blonde head came out of a room, a look of half-annoyance, half-amusement on her face.
"Neville!" she scolded. "Some of these guests are still sleeping! You're going to wake them! What's with all of this shouting, anyway?"
A giant grin broke across Neville's face.
"Hannah, I have great news!"
She looked up, her face full of curiosity. "What is it?"
"Well, you remember how today I was paying Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny a visit since the summer holiday just began?" His grin grew even wider.
Hannah nodded, bewildered at what could bring her boyfriend so much joy. "Yes…. You off from teaching."
"Right. Well, Hermione's been doing some research, and she told me to come with her down to Saint Mungo's."
Hannah suddenly gasped. "You went to go see your parents, didn't you?"
Neville nodded so hard, Hannah was afraid his head would come off.
"She showed me that they were starting to recognize things, and… I even think mum even said my name!"
"What?" Hannah asked, completely confused. "How is that possible?"
"Hermione said it's because the caster of the spell that drove them insane has died, so the spell is slowly being lifted off of them!" Neville looked so happy; Hannah thought he might burst with excitement.
She scrunched her eyebrows together. "But, Neville, Bellatrix has been dead for over seven years. Why is it starting to take affect now?"
Neville went on, explaining the whole thing to Hannah. "It's been taking affect ever since Bellatrix died, but only in small ways because of the intensity and near-fatality of the spell. Now, after seven years of the caster being dead, they're regaining their sanity and their memory!"
Hannah smiled. "Oh Neville, that's great!"
"Hermione said that it's only a matter of months before they are completely back to normal!" Neville smiled so hard, his cheeks and face hurt.
Hannah laughed. "That clever Hermione! She should've been a Healer instead of a Magical Law Enforcer!"
Neville nodded. "Yeah… she is pretty handy with things like this."
Neville suddenly picked Hannah up by the waist. Hannah yelped in surprise and laughed.
"This is great news, Hannah! Don't you know what this means? I'll have my parents back again!" He gently placed her back on the ground. "And, they'll get to meet my friends… and you. They'll get to see how great you are."
Neville closed his eyes, as if thinking of something.
When his eyes finally snapped opened, he got down on one knee.
"Marry me, Hannah," he said, taking her hand into his. "Right now, I want nothing more than for you to marry me."
Hannah gasped. "Oh Neville, I-I… this is so sudden… I--"
Neville got up to his full height again. "Please, Hannah? By the time the preparations for the wedding are over, and the wedding is due to happen, my parents will be back to normal!"
Hannah gave him an uneasy look. "Wouldn't your parents want to know me for a while before we get married?"
Neville shook of the question with a wave of his hand. "They've been gone most of my life. They'll just be happy to see me. Besides," he said, taking both of her hands into his own, "now I realize, that all I really want… is for you to be my wife, Hannah."
Hannah still felt a little uncertain. "Are you sure, Neville? I mean--"
"I've never been surer of anything in my life."
Hannah blushed slightly.
Neville picked her up again, this time spinning her around. "Marry me, Hannah Abbott! Say yes, and I'll put you down!"
Hannah laughed, suddenly realizing that she'd want nothing more than to be at Neville's side for the rest of her life. She said, "Fine, Neville! I'll marry you!"
Neville smiled as he set her down.
Once she was on the floor again, she looked up into Neville's sea-blue eyes and placed a hand gently on his cheek. "You know, I would've said yes even if you hadn't threatened not to put me down."
Neville shrugged as he snaked his arms around her waist. "I know," he said. "Just though I'd give it a shot."
Hannah laughed. "And doesn't one generally have a ring when they propose?"
Neville suddenly turned pale. "Oh no, I forgot about that. I need to go down to the jeweler's and--"
Hannah cut him off by placing a finger on his lips. "It's ok. I can wait a while for the ring."
Neville smiled, pulling her closer to him and into a kiss.
Hannah smiled to herself, placing her arms around his neck.
When they pulled apart, Neville smiled down at Hannah.
"Shall we go down to the jewelers, then, Mrs. Longbottom?"
Hannah laughed as she laced her arm through his. "That would be wonderful, Mr. Longbottom."
On their way down the stairs, Hannah pondered her new name.
Hannah Longbottom. It had a nice ring to it.
When they reached to outside, she looked around and though the summer had never looked brighter.