He was... There was no other word for it. Neville Longbottom was quite fanciable, even if few seemed to see it. Hannah could, and she found herself spending the first ten minutes of Herbology oblivious to everything else, her blue eyes fixed upon the Gryffindor.
"Hannah?"
She paid Susan no mind. Hannah would go talk to Neville, ask for his expert advice on fertilizer or something. She'd smile and blush, play with her pigtails.
"Mrs. Abbott?" It was Professor Sprout now.
Hannah came as called, smiling as she passed Neville, and he smiled back. Once she was done with Sprout, she'd carry out her plan.
"Hannah, I'm sorry," the old witch said softly. "They found your mother's body this morning. It was...I'm sorry for your loss."
Suddenly, nothing else mattered. Not the new way she saw Neville. Not her friends her were watching with concern in their eyes. Fighting back the tears (and failing miserably), the Hufflepuff bolted from the greenhouse.