Ok sorry about the short chapter before, but I knew this chapter was gonna be kind of long, so I wanted to stop it logically before getting into this part XD and thanks for all the suggestions about Hannah's dad's name! I still have no idea what to name him, I like the traditional names though like Mark and William! XD

And yes, Neville is most definitely in my closet XD he loves it in there! No matter what he tries to tell you . he loves it. lol

And last chapter's author's note was uber long so ima keep it short, here's the next chapter! XD

Clumsy Kind of Love Ch. 7

"PBBTTTTTTTT!" George said and busted out laughing, "Neville! Not in front of the…the…I can't even see what that is right now, AHAHAHAA." George then took a drink from the bottomless bottle of firewhiskey and hiccupped.

"What *hick* do you want, *hick* Hannah," Neville said and looked at her, his brown hair falling down into his eyes, his eyes were rimmed with red like he had been crying, and he smelled of firewhiskey.

"Neville, what are you doing?" Hannah said and watched as Neville took a swig from the bottle that George had handed him.

"What doeessss it look like he's *hick* doin', driinnkkiinnn' away his sorrows," George answered for him and rolled his eyes.

"Neville, you…your not like this, you don't drink," Hannah said and her father stepped forward protectively.

"Neville…Neville Longbottom, the boy who stood up to V-V-Voldemort?" Hannah's father asked and looked at drunken teen sitting before him with a little bit of disappointment.

"Yessirreeeee," George replied for him and saluted Neville jerkily. "That's m'boyyyy, Neville, given ol' noseless a kick in the…"

"George!" Neville scolded and hiccupped. "No more booze for you," he said and took the bottle from George before he could take another drink. He stuck his finger in George's face as George tried to grab the bottle but his reflexes were too slow, "No! No more booze for you!" Neville said again.

"Well, your not what I expected, Longbottom," Mr. Abbott added as eh watched the drunk Neville keep the bottle of firewhiskey out of George's reach, and pushed George's forehead away from him.

Neville gave the man a cold stare, "What did you expect *hick*, a handsome, muscular stranger, that every girl would want to daaatteee, and *hick* a man that isn't a nerd that can't even get a girl to like him. Just ask your daughter sirr, the only reason *hick* annyyyyy girl would want to hang out with meee, is because I killed that N-Nageenni. Nobody wants to spend time with Neville like that *hick*," Neville ranted and stopped fighting George as he took another deep drink of the firewhiskey.

Hannah's eyes began to glisten with tears, and she held her hand up to her mouth trying to bite back the sobs, that were sure to come out. That's not what I meant at all! She cried in her mind.

Mr. Abbott just shook his head and snatched the firewhiskey from the young man's grasp. "You need to sober up, son," he said, "both of you," as he looked at George. George just gave him a glare.

"N-Neville, you are a good friend *hick*. You don't take the booze from Georgie," George's eyes widened and then he started balling. "Fredd!" he wailed softly and cried into Neville's shoulder.

Neville sighed and wrapped an arm around George and patted his back, he looked at the Abbotts and sighed softly.

Mr. Abbott looked on, and held the bottle in his hands, "Hannah, go see if you can find a bucket of cold water, once I get these two sobered up, we'll leave," he said softly and handed her the bottle, "and get rid of this please."

Hannah scurried off and rounded the corner of the hallway.

"Son, why were you drinkin', I understand Mr. Weasley here, but you just played a crucial part in the war, you're a hero son, that's to be celebrated," Mr. Abbott said and knelt in front of Neville who was still consoling a tearful George.

Neville looked him in the eyes, with a solemn face, and whispered, "because…no matter what I do, I'll never be anything but the best friend to them, and the moment I *hick* do anything everyone thinks it's by fluke. Plus, *hick* the girl I've liked since first year, she thinks that the only way I can even get a girl to like me was by standing up to *hick* Voldemort! Why bother?"

Mr. Abbott nodded softly and looked Neville in the eyes and whispered, "You like my daughter don't you, son."

Neville sighed and looked at George before looking Mr. Abbott in the eyes, "No sir, I think I'm in love with her, but I'd never try and *hick* steal her away from her boyfriend. She's happy with him, and as long as she's happy, *hick* I'll be ok," he replied sternly, his eyes never wavering, and telling Mr. Abbott that he was telling the truth about how he felt.

Mr. Abbott nodded for him to continue; because he had a feeling the boy wasn't done.

"It's just…*hick*…that I love her, and it hurts that she doesn't feel the same way. It really hurts when *hick* she says that the only way a girl can be interested in me at all is because I killed a *hick* bloody snake!," Neville added before looking down and noticing George was asleep and snoring softly into his shoulder. Neville sighed and looked at Mr. Abbott again, "you should find Hannah and go home, she wasn't *hick* taking the deaths well *hick*. She probably just needs some time away from here, some time with her boy *hick* friend," Neville admitted and stood up pulling George up with him who was snoring into his shoulder and leaning on him heavily.

Mr. Abbott nodded before helping Neville sling George over Neville's shoulder. "You got it, son," Mr. Abbott asked gently before looking in Neville's eyes.

"Yea *hick* he's pretty light," Neville replied and held out his hand to Mr. Abbott. "Thank you *hick* for knocking some sense into me, sir," Neville added gently.

"Anytime son, anytime," Mr. Abbott replied and shook his hand before giving him a light pat on the back. "And Neville…I think that you shouldn't give up quite yet, you never know," he whispered softly to him and then shook his head and coughed. "But, I didn't say that you hear," he added and shuffled his feet.

Neville chuckled softly and nodded, "Thanks," he whispered before walking up the stairs towards the Gryffindor Dormitories.

What Neville and Mr. Abbott didn't know was that Hannah had been right around the corner, and heard everything they said….

DUM DUM DUMMMMMM! Sorry about the cliff hangers lol. But I think I'm uploading pretty fast . relatively fast..anyway...lolz

I own nothing Harry Potter universe belongs to JKR although Neville is in my closet currently and loves it XD *hears muffled shouting coming from the direction of ReadinandWritinisLife's closet* "Shhh! Neville, be quiet I'm trying to type!" *sighs* He loves it! ;) teeheehee. Also I own the original characters Vivian, Donovan, Thimble, and Mr. _ Abbott lol.

Neville: Please Review! It's the only time she lets me out of the closet!

Me: *rolls eyes* PuhLease, you know you love it in there, LIAR! *giggles*