A/N: Written for Hermione's Haven Roll-a-Drabble Prompt in January 2018. My Roll-a-Drabble prompts were: Hermione/Neville and Time Travel. No beta other than Grammarly. Will also be updating these for each month that I do them. They will have a variety of pairings, but all are starring Hermione. Ratings will be a solid M for curse words. And the goal is to be between 100-1k words.

Enough

September 2002

"I think this one is it, Neville!" Hermione shouted as she bounded from her study to the greenhouse where Neville was repotting vervain.

"What is, 'Mione?" Neville asked distractedly as he looked up at his fiancée. He wiped the back of his hand across his brow, knowing he was getting dirt everywhere.

"This!" Hermione triumphantly held up a sheet of parchment that was littered with arithmantic equations and charts. Neville frowned, he'd never taken Arithmancy. It was all Greek to him.

"And what is that?" Neville asked. He stepped around the bench to pull Hermione into a hug.

"The calculations needed to save your parents," she whispered into his chest.

Neville stopped breathing. It couldn't. She wouldn't.

"I can save them," Hermione said emphatically as she propped her chin on his chest, looking up at him with her big brown eyes.

"Okay," Neville nodded. He'd let her try and save them. But he didn't voice his skepticism.

October 2002

"This feels like a bad idea," Neville told Hermione as she prepared for her trip.

"It'll be fine. It's a far jump, but I've run the calculations a thousand times. It's going to work," Hermione said as she tightened the strings on her boots. She straightened and flashed Neville a brilliant smile. "I promise. I'll see you in a jiff."

She leaned up and kissed him briefly on the mouth then stepped away. A quick turn of the Time-Turner hanging around her neck and she was gone. Neville sat down heavily in the armchair in front of the fire to wait. And wait. And wait.

Hermione showed back up about ten hours later. She promptly collapsed, and Neville rushed to her side. He cast a general diagnostic spell and could see nothing more than exhaustion, both physical and magical. He gathered her into his arms and brought her to their bedroom. He undressed her slowly, very carefully removing the Time-Turner and laid her on their bed.

Neville sighed as he watched her sleep. He was tired, but couldn't bear the thought of not being awake when Hermione woke up. So he waited.

November 2002

"I've got it this time, Nev," Hermione beamed at him.

Neville swallowed the lump in his throat. She was beautiful and brilliant, but hell-bent on this idea that Neville needed his parents back. Neville didn't want to tell her that he didn't care. He should care. He knew he should care. But he'd rather just have his fiancée back.

"Are you sure?" Neville asked. He was in the greenhouse again, his happy place.

"Yep, I just needed to come up with something that would deter the Lestranges and Crouch while I get your parents out."

"Okay," Neville acquiesced. How could he tell this magnificent creature, who was spending so much time and effort to give him back his parents, that he didn't want her to? He didn't know. He shook his head. "When will you be going?"

"Tomorrow," she grinned and skipped out of the greenhouse. Neville sighed heavily.

Hermione appeared crumpled in front of him once more. Neville cradled her to him and cast a diagnostic. Exhaustion. Again.

December 2002

"I swear I've got it this time," Hermione said.

"No." Neville shook his head.

"What?"

"No," Neville said more forcefully. "Enough of this."

"But—" her eyes began to tear up.

"Nothing. You're done. I'm done. I can't keep… you can't keep doing this," Neville said. He knelt before Hermione sitting in the armchair in front of the hearth. "You come back exhausted and dejected and half-dead. I don't want to lose you. It's fine."

"No! It's not fine!" Hermione shouted and tried to pull her hands away.

"Listen to me!" Neville tugged on her hands once more, getting her attention again. "You are enough, Hermione. You are. I don't need my parents if I have you. If I lose you too…" he trailed off. "I don't think I could survive that," he admitted quietly.

"Oh, Neville," Hermione sighed and buried herself in his arms, knocking him flat on his back to the floor. She cried into his chest, and Neville knew she was crying for his parents as much as hers. She'd been trying to save his parents because she'd been unable to save her own. She insisted one of them needed parents. He held her as she cried, letting her get it all out.

"I love you, Hermione," Neville murmured. "Never forget that. I love you, and you are enough."