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The Visit
"Come on, Neville!" his girlfriend of two years called up the stairs to him.
"Coming!" It was Sunday morning, and the pub was shut.
Hannah called again; "Neville! The ward opens in twenty minutes… Hurry up!"
Neville smiled sadly as he sat down on their double bed to pull on his socks. He knew his parents wouldn't be expecting them.
He walked down the stairs, and Hannah was waiting patiently for him, sitting on the bar.
She didn't notice him at first, staring into mid space, swinging her legs. Her light brown hair curled around her heart shaped face, large brown almond eyes set below her arched eyebrows.
Neville stopped and looked at her for a moment, before stepping forward and offering his arm. She smiled, and jumped down from the bar, taking his arm. They walked outside, chatting about one of their regular customers, before disapparating to the familiar high street.
They landed, and Neville didn't let go of her - he knew from experience that she got dizzy after appiration.
Sure enough, she swayed a little, and Neville tightened his hold around her waist.
"Thanks," she said a little breathlessly.
He laughed, "No problem."
He took her hand as they walked into the ward. They didn't bother to speak to the surly hospital staff, but went straight up to the right floor.
"Hi Mum, Dad."
Alice Longbottom smiled a little as her son greeted them, her gaze moving between him and Hannah unblinkingly.
They stayed with Frank and Alice for a while - Hannah tidied Alice's hair and chatted to her and Frank, talked to the nurse about work (Hannah was in training) and held Neville's hand the whole time, her thumb rubbing against the inside of his hand.
Neville watched her; the way that she treated his parents was perfect. She wasn't patronising, she was kind and treated them with respect.
He loved her so much.
Towards the end of the visiting time, Alice reached towards her son. Expecting the usual sweet wrappers, Neville held his hand open, smiling.
His mother smiled back, and for a second she looked a little more alert. She looked over at Hannah - who was talking to their nurse, and prised something off her left ring finger.
She passed it to Neville, who stared at his mother intently. Did she mean what he thought she meant?
She kept smiling at her son, and closed his fingers around the ring.
Neville didn't hesitate.
"Hannah?"
She turned to him, smiling, and Neville walked over and took both of her hands, before dropping onto one knee.
"Neville?" Hannah said, sounding a little shocked.
Neville grinned, and held the ring between finger and thumb.
"I love you," he said simply. "Marry me?"
Hannah's eyes widened even more, and for the first time, Neville began to feel nervous. What if she said no? It would wreck their relationship, so humiliating...
"Of course!" she said, interrupting Neville's internal rambling. Neville grinned, and he felt like flying, as right there, in front of the Longbottoms, Hannah kissed him.
A/N: This was a requested drabble that I did for someone on Tumblr. I thought I might as well put it up here! Hope you liked it!