So I still have no idea how long this is going to be but here is chapter 2.

Hermione found herself pacing in the ladies room just down the hall from the tutoring classroom. Her mind was reeling. How on earth had she let herself get this worked up? She was trying to be rational, logical, but every time she got near having a cohesive her brain instantly pushed the feeling of Neville's skin under her fingers and his broad shoulders and large hands to the forefront. She was thinking some very naughty thoughts. She would only let her brain follow them a short while before she cut it off. Finally after a longer than decent amount of time in the bathroom she pushed her way out muttering under her breath.

Neville stayed in the now abandoned classroom for a long while. The boy was confused. He rubbed his face with his hands and then surveyed the mess he made. To be frank he was a competent potion maker when Snape wasn't breathing down his neck. He had fabricated the need for tutoring sessions as an excuse to spend time with Hermione. He had always had feelings for Hermione for as long as he could remember. Probably since the first time he met her when he was in tears over losing Trevor and she was eager to help. He assumed they would be friends because they were both awkward and seemingly outcast but Hermione fell in with Ron and Harry, and Neville, well he liked plants more than most people. He cultivated his crush from a respectable distance. He recognized early on she was way out his league, that he would never have her so long as Ron and Harry occupied her attention. So he put his feelings aside as only young boys with crushes can and moved on. It wasn't until recently that the reality of their current situation sunk in for Neville. They were in their final year of school, with only a few months until they left Hogwarts forever. Neville panicked. He might never see her again. He rationalized it was now or never, go big or go home, and any number of other clichés in order to work up the necessary courage to find time with Hermione. It had started as a simple experiment: find out if his feelings still existed. He proved that hypothesis correct in the first ten minutes of being in the same room alone with her. Her very presence intoxicated him.

Neville packed up his bag slowly, meticulously, considering the events of the day's session. Everything had been going along swimmingly and then Hermione couldn't seem to be able to occupy the same space as him. Then she touched him and he saw the shock cross her face. He was seriously overwhelmed with confusion. He shut the classroom door slowly behind him and began the trudge back to the common room. He could still feel the heat from Hermione's hand on his arm.

Just as he rounded the corner slowly the door to his right banged open and suddenly he was engulfed by a mess of brown hair. She had exited the bathroom so quickly and was so preoccupied that she hadn't been watching where she was going. Neville reached out instinctively with one hand in an attempt to balance the person who had barreled into him and threw out his other to break his fall onto the cement. There was a sickening crunch as Neville's wrist snapped but he hardly noticed it because lying on top of his chest with his good arm wrapped around her waist was none other than Hermione Granger, the woman most occupying his thoughts. They froze there for a moment lying flush against one another until the sound of footsteps coming from the other end of the corridor caused Hermione to attempt to right herself. She placed the palm of her hand on Neville's chest as she pushed herself up off him and relished in the excuse to touch him. It was chaste and erotic at the same time and Hermione was losing her mind.

"What is going on here, might I dare to ask?"

McGonagall's voice rang down the corridor as her footstep quickly approached the pair. Hermione was flushed and Neville's face was beet red, but probably more from the pain in his wrist than embarrassment.

"Its all my fault professor, I was coming out the bathroom and didn't see Neville and I think I've hurt him," Hermione gushed as she rolled off Neville and into a sitting position on the floor. McGonagall looked at the pair, her eyes narrowing and she took in Neville's quickly swelling wrist.

"I suggest you make sure he gets to Madam Pomfrey and let her fix that right up. Do be more careful Miss Granger."

Hermione nodded as McGonagall swept down the corridor and out of sight. Hermione straightened her shirt as she stood up. She offered Neville her hand which he gratefully took. Suddenly an idea struck him. He had to know why Hermione reacted the way she had to him earlier. He wouldn't let himself believe it was out of attraction, not until he had a mountain of evidence. So as he grabbed Hermione's hand, he pulled a little harder than was necessary so that he ended up much closer to her than she had anticipated. He held his breath as he heard Hermione suck in hers sharply. He was much taller so he couldn't see her face very well. He held his breath. Hermione stayed close to him for just a fraction of a second too long. She pushed away from him and chuckled nervously. Her face was as red as her Gryffindor tie.

"Ahem, let's, let's get you to the hospital wing."

Neville only nodded but inside he was elated. His face was as red as Hermione's and he followed her brisk pace down the corridor and up the nearest set of stairs. They quickly made it to the hospital wing. Hermione desperately wanted to get out of there. She was determined to leave him by the door.

"Well we made it. Sorry I broke your wrist, really Neville. I need to go though, so sorry."

Neville reached out and easily grabbed Hermione's hand, "Uhm wait." He had no idea why he did that. He had nothing smooth to say. He just acted on impulse. Neville never acted on impulse. As a general rule he thought things out for at least 24 hours before even weighing pros and cons and now he was asking Hermione to wait.

Hermione looked up at him with panic in her eyes. She just wanted to leave. Neville swallowed audibly. He smiled nervously.

"I forgive you, Hermione," he said quickly and bent down and pecked her on the cheek quickly. His face reticent of boiled lobster he raced through the doors of the hospital wing leaving Hermione flabbergasted.

There it goes. Hopefully I can pick up the pace in the next chapters.

Let me know what you guys think. Cheers, Inky.