It felt like hours since Hermione had told Neville to go upstairs to lay down. The complete embarrassment wore off rather quickly. Neville knew he had to tell Harry his true feelings, but how he was supposed to go about doing it was a different story. How would Harry react? He didn't think he could bare it if Harry never spoke to him again.

After a long time of thinking things over, the dormitory door opened slowly. Harry walked in, looking rather nervous. For the first time, Neville felt like everything was going to be alright. He would just play it cool.

"Hi Harry. Whats up? Why aren't you downstairs with everyone else?" He had a feeling that Harry already knew something. Why else would he come upstairs alone, this early in the evening?

"I could ask you the same thing really. Its only eight o'clock you know."

"I just needed to get away from everyone down there. Was there something you wanted to say?" Maybe he'd be the one to break the ice...maybe.

"I was just going to, um...ask you about...about a problem in Herbology, but you're already in bed. I'll just go ask Hermione." He quickly left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Bullshit," Neville thought. He jumped up off the bed, running after Harry.

"Wait! We need to talk." Harry turned around hesitantly. After thinking for a second, he slowly made his way back in the door.

Harry stood in the corner, careful not to make eye contact. Neville sat back on his four poster, neither of them talking for a moment.

After taking a deep, calming breath, Neville began.

"Look, I know that you and Cho-"

"Nev, she's nothing to me. She blew it. She's no different than any of those other girls who follow me around."

"What makes you think that's what this is about?"

"I just assumed... What is this about then?"

"So you and Cho are really over then?"

"...Yeah. Where is this going?" Harry knew what was coming. What was he going to say?

"What do you think about me?" Neville mumbled, just barely audible.

"What? Oh, you're a nice guy and all."

"Is that all?"

"Look Neville, Sirius talked to me earlier..."

"He did? What did he tell you?" Neville was blushing.

"You know what he said. I don't think it would work between us. What would people say?" It didn't come out quite the way he'd meant it, but he couldn't take it back now.

"Oh, you're right," Neville stammered. "I guess I didn't think about it."

"Its okay, I'm sorry, really."

"Yeah, its fine."

"I'll see you around, alright?"

Neville didn't reply. He laid down, and once he heard the door close, he quietly began to cry.

"I knew it was just wishful thinking."