Ok so this chapter is a little shorter and very little Neville/Hannah action :P Anyways, hope you like it :D
Clumsy Kind of Love Ch. 2
"Ungghhhh," groaned Neville, as his eyes fluttered open and light pierced his still groggy mind. His head felt like it had been split open from the sudden rush of light.
"Neville?" his mam, said and looked at him, her face remained stoic indifference, but he could see the concern plainly written in her eyes.
"How long have I been asleep?" he whispered softly as he wearily sat up, that's when he felt something in his hand, he glanced at it, and realized that the sword of Gryffindor was still in his grip. I'll do something about that later, he thought quietly to himself.
"You've been asleep for about two hours," his mam replied coolly, and looked her grandson up and down critically. "A young girl came by to check on you, said you were friends," she added softly and gave her grandson a knowing look, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, as the corners of her lips tugged upwards.
"Who!" Neville said and sat up quickly, a look of hope in his eyes, his pains forgotten.
"A Hannah Abbott, I believe," she said and raised an eyebrow, "is this young lady someone special to you, Neville?"
"Errm…..She's seeing someone else, mam," he whispered softly, his previous elation at hearing that Hannah had come to check on him was long gone, as he realized she was probably doing it as a courtesy, since he visited her earlier.
"Ahhh, there was a young man that walked up to her once she left us here, now that I do recall," his grandmother replied and tsked softly as a mediwitch walked up to them.
"Mr. Longbottom, I do so believe it is your turn now," the witch said and placed a hand on her hip, almost begging him to try and contradict her.
"B-But, t-there are others worse off," he countered looking around at all the injured.
"That have been taken care of, Mr. Longbottom, now you are the next logical one on the list, you will be treated now," she said and crossed her arms over her chest as she gave Neville a stern but caring glare.
"Fine," he whispered gently and allowed the mediwitch to tend to his wounds. There were the slight murmuring of spells, ones he heard often were Episkey and Tergeo, and he could feel the slight sting of creams applied to some of the wounds. She handed him a few potions.
"Drink up! This is Blood-Plenisher, it helps you regenerate the blood you lost quickly, and this one is for headaches," she explained as she watched Neville down the two potions quickly. Neville's face scrunched up at the foul taste of the potions.
"Can I leave now?" he asked softly and looked at her gently.
"Of course," she said as she left his cot to go tend to another of the wounded.
"Mam…I'm going to go find Ha…the others," Neville said and stood up, he walked out of the infirmary, looking for the others. He ran into Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter who were in deep conversation on a bench in the hallway. Ginny was crying softly as Harry whispered words into her ear, his own eyes glistening with tears. Neville sighed, he wanted some answers, but now was not the time, he would get them later.
"Hello, Neville," came a dreamy voice behind him.
"Luna!" Neville said and turned around quickly and pulled her into a bear hug. "You're alright! Bloody-hell, I was so worried when you went missing!"
"Neville, I believe that is the first time I have heard you swear," she said in her brutally honest way.
"Luna…You know how I feel about you right," Neville said and looked into Luna's eyes as he let go of her. Her wispy blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and the radish earrings he had come to commonly associate her appearance with were still in her ears, those sunglasses were perched on the top of her head.
"Yes, Neville, I love you like a brother too," she said and gave him her traditional faraway look.
Neville sighed and hugged her again, "I couldn't have done any of what we did last year without you, Luna," he whispered softly and gave her a timid smile.
"Don't be modest Neville, most of it was you, I just merely followed," she said honestly and then stepped around him, "Hannah is in the Great Hall with her family and her boyfriend, Neville you shouldn't be afraid, become her friend, you are a great friend to have," Luna added over her shoulder as she half walked half skipped away.
"Bugger," he whispered softly and shook his head, he should of known Luna would know of his feelings for Hannah, Luna sees everything. And he shouldn't have been half as shocked as he was when she called him out on it; it was just a very Luna thing to do, to be brutally honest.
Neville walked towards the Great Hall and scanned the crowd for Hannah, to tell her that he was fine. Although now that he thought about it, maybe he should just leave her alone, this was a time to be with your family, and your loved ones, and Neville didn't seem to think he belonged in either of those categories.