A Neville/Hermione headcannon

Written as a request a while ago.

In his frozen state on the floor, Neville reflected on his life, and came to the conclusion that there was only one person in his life who knew he was there that mattered to him, and that person was Hermione Granger. There was no one else as nice to him as she was, except maybe Harry Potter, and, despite the fact that he was frozen because of the muggle born witch, he admired her.

No, it was more than mere admiration. He liked her.

Well, at least his gran would approve of her.

Trevor hopped onto his face, and began licking him. He wished Hermione would come back soon. He would confess that he liked her, and maybe take her for a drink in Diagon Alley during the holidays. Or perhaps, she would come rushing back, pouring out sorrows of what she had done.

Neville had a lot of time to fantasize over ways in which he would ask Hermione out, until Professor Dumbledore came swooping into the Gryffindor common room, and pulling Neville out of the magical freeze he'd been in.

As the great wizard was questioning him, he decided maybe it was best to not say anything to Hermione. After all, they were only young, and he could wait to be with the one he loved...