Rose and Dru were released from hospital a couple of days later, and as it was Saturday, Rose decided to work on her homework in the common room. She had missed a couple of days of school and she didn't want to fall behind. She hated herself for having missed her grandfather's funeral, but she was relieved that she had finally stopped crying.

Dru was already done with most of her homework. She only had Herbology left, but she didn't want to even start with it. She wasn't going to pass Herbology anyway. "I really don't get how the hell I passed Herbology the last three years."

"Neville helped you with that, he's great with the plants," Rose replied as she kept her eyes trained on her divination book.

Dru signed "Well, I guess I'm going not going to pass this year then." She took out her book opened it.

"You could always just go to Neville and ask him to help you, you know. He likes to help other people, especially his girlfriend."

"I'm telling you one more time. I'm not his girlfriend."

"Not now, no. Or not anymore, but still, he'll be more than willing to help you out."

Dru closed her book."Fine, I'll go and ask him then."

Rose giggled and nodded. "Have fun!"

"You too." Dru giggled and walked past George as she walked out of the common room.

George sat down on Dru's empty chair. "Divination? I hated the subject."

She didn't look up from her book as she shrugged. "I'm getting most of my information from other books, to be honest, it's just entertaining to read the books Professor Trelawney hands out."

George smiled and patted Rose's arm. "I expected no less of you."

She looked at his hand on her arm and then looked up to him. "What are you doing?"

"Not giving up." George had been talking to Neville for days and they both decided the only thing they could do was try the very best to make the girls remember them. Neville's approach last time of staying out of Dru's way, didn't amount to something. So they decided they would try and trigger memories the best they could, and be a little more forward with the girls. George just hoped, that in the process, he wouldn't scare Rose off.

"Speaking of not giving up, Dru's on her way to see Neville now, to help her with herbology. Something's off, it's not like the last time that her memory was wiped you know... it's like someone dug deep inside of her and destroyed all of her feelings that she had for him," she said and closed the book. "It's sad, really. She's an empath, she's supposed to rely on her feelings." She had already figured out that this George knew everything about her for some reason, and she felt comfortable enough with him to tell her these kinds of things.

"Yeah, I sort of noticed that already. But I'm sure they'll make it one way or another. They belong together. You told me that."

Rose shrugged and pulled her book about transfiguration towards her. "I don't know why I bother, really. It's not like her family will allow her to get back with Neville," she sighed. "I think I should just... give up."

George got up, walked around the table and sat down in the chair next to her. He cupped her chin. "Rosalie Shepherd, you don't give up. You always keep on fighting."

"I don't see the point, really," she shrugged. "Whenever something good happens, like... getting Dru out of St. Mungo's or Harry fulfilling a task at the tournament, something bad happens, and it's all fun and games when other people get their heads swept out with a stick with splinters, but when it happens to me..." she shrugged again. "I'm done. Everything that I see, will stay in my head, even if it's really really bad."

"Rose, you need to talk about what you see. If you don't, it'll burn you up. Last time you told everything, you felt a lot better. You were so much happier. Mind you, I was making you smile too, but you were so relieved to talk about it." George caressed her hair. "What ever we are or we aren't, you can still tell me everything. I'm still your rock."

"You know, leave it." She smacked the book on the table and looked at George. "As of today, I've given up. I won't even keep trying to get Dru and Neville to bond again, it's a lost cause. Harry fighting Voldemort and someone dying? Who cares? I don't!" she got up and started to pace around. "I might just as well join him during summer break. It's not like I still have a home to return to, maybe he'll bring me as much joy as he had brought my father joy."

George got up and put his arms firmly around her. He was strong enough to hold her without her escaping, but at the same time gentle enough that he wouldn't hurt her. "I'm sorry, Rose. But I'm not going to let you do that."

"Let me go!" she said, freaked out and kicked against his shins. "Let me go! George!"

"Not until you've calmed down."

She started to hit his chest with her fists and really hoped that someone would come into the common room and see that the boy was assaulting her. "Let me GO!" she yelled.

"Fine, if you're gonna be like that. Just remember you've asked for this yourself." George let her go, but only to pin her against the wall by her wrists and leaned in with his body. "I'm not going to hurt you. But I'm not letting you go until you've calmed down." George knew he was playing dangerous, but at the same time he did make sure he wasn't hurting her.

Rose was freaking out. She didn't like it that he was so close to her. She could feel the warmth radiate off his body and he was just too close. She was afraid that he was going to hurt her and since he was a lot taller than she was, there was no way that she was going to be able to win it from him.

"I'm scared, Rose."

"Scared? What do you think of me then!" she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. "If you don't let go of me, I'm going to scream."

"You've told me about You-know-who's plans to get you and Dru on their side. And I..." He took a very deep breath. "I don't want to lose you."

"I don't care," she said slowly. "It's obvious that whatever happened to me and Dru has been done by someone who works for Voldemort. They've won, we've lost."

"Can I please say goodbye to you then?" he whispered in her ear. He was now standing even closer. He could feel her heart beating fast. She could deny it all she want, but he could feel that him standing so close to her was doing something to her.

"No," she shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut. "Just go away, leave me alone, I can't do this... I can't..."

George let go of her wrist and put his hands on her waist. "Please... just one kiss. then I'll let you go...just one kiss!" His voice was shaking.

"That's all what you boys think about, isn't it? I bet you're just taking advantage of the fact that I can't remember you and you've told everyone that I was your girlfriend, just so you could take advantage of it, because you know, what do I know?" she glared at him. "Let me go, George."

George gave her a kiss on cheek and rested his head against the wall. He had been fighting his tears, but now he couldn't hold them back anymore. He loosened his hold on her somewhat so she could leave if she wanted to. "I love you, Rose."

She didn't quite understand why he was crying and just looked at him as she started to think about the past year. She had fought for Dru and Neville, because she didn't want Dru to be vulnerable to switch sides, and also because Rose knew that those two had been destined to be together, and had a bright future ahead of them, she could see that still.

She also realised that she had never been very confident about herself, about her own future, and the reason that she had been fighting so hard for Dru and Neville was also quite selfish in a way, as long as she'd stick with them, she'd turn out alright too.

Then there was George Weasley, who was absolutely adorable and cute and very handsome, and apparently he knew everything about her, and what she had seen and what she could do. He was standing in front of her, crying, and had declared his love for her. But how could he love her when she didn't remember him?

And then it hit her; Neville had been erased from Dru's mind because he was her tether to the good side, the anchor that kept her grounded and made her feel loved, safe and secure. She knew that Voldemort and the Death Eaters didn't keep him in high regard. George was a Weasley, and they didn't like Weasley's either. It would make sense, that whoever killed her grandfather was working for Voldemort and Dru and Rose had probably walked in on that person. Instead of just making them forget about the attack, they also took the opportunity to erase love from their minds.

"Oh... I'm Dru..." she frowned and looked at George again. "I'm so sorry."

George realised that even though she was able to leave now for a few minutes, she was still standing there. He took a deep breath to pull himself together and gently gave her another kiss on her cheek. "Rose, please... just one kiss."

It was the least she could do, wasn't it? She might not remember him at all, him being her boyfriend and whatnot, but it was the least she could do. "I can't promise you anything, George..."

George put one hand on her cheek. "I don't need a promise from you. I just need your permission."

She slowly nodded. "I've never been kissed by someone before..."

George grinned. "Well, technically, you have. I've kissed you right here on this spot at the end of the yule ball. But I'm not kissing you again until you've asked me to."

"You took me to the yule ball?" she chuckled. "You're mad."

"Well bonkers was the word you used then. But yeah, I took you to the ball. You were wearing this amazing blue dress. I picture you in that dress every night before I go to sleep. Helps me keep the nightmares away." He softly caressed her hair. "You looked so beautiful."

"Ew, a dress," she noted and then nodded. "Very well... George Weasley, I give you permission to kiss me."

George smiled and gently kissed her lips. He put one hand behind her head and with his other arm he lifted her of her feet.

Rose blinked as he kissed her on the lips, it felt... good, great, familiar somehow. She buried her hands in his hair and wrapped her legs around him as he lifted her up, answering his kiss all too eagerly, hoping to discover more of those feelings she had inside of her. Unlike Dru, she wasn't reliant on other people's feelings and it felt weird to have something awaken from deep inside of her.

George slowly walked to sofa and sat down, with Rose now on his lap. "I've really missed this," he said as he had broken off the kiss. He smiled at her before softly kissing her again, slipping his hand underneath her shirt, loving the soft feeling of her skin against his fingertips.

"Slow down..." she breathed as she broke off the kiss with a smile. "My feelings seem to remember you," Rose smiled as she played with his hair and put her forehead against his. "But this is just so weird..."

George smiled as he pulled his hand out from underneath her shirt. "Sorry, I'm just so happy you kissed me back. But we'll take it as slow as you want it. I promise." he slowly kissed her neck. "I'm glad you remembered something."

"I still think you're better off without me though..." she said softly. "Or not... I don't know... my head feels a bit scrambled."

George gave her a kiss on her forehead. "I just want you, no one else, just you."

She shifted in his lap so that she could put her head against his chest and put her arms around his neck. She liked sitting like this, she realised and sighed. "I still don't know you. This is very very weird."

"Well first things first. We are weird, Rose. That's why we're so damn perfect for eachother.
Now ask me anything you wanna know."

"You have a twin brother, how come you're the hottest of the two?" She chuckled as she closed her eyes, liking the way he was holding her. "No wait... what flavor ice cream is your favorite?"

George laughed. "Strawberry."

She wrinkled her nose. "Ew, chocolate is much nicer."

"Chocolate covered strawberries then. See? That way we both win."

"As an ice cream? Now that I'd like to see!"

George kissed Rose on the top of her head. He loved the fact he had her back. He hoped Neville was having the same luck he had.

"Careful, touch it the wrong way and it'll hurt you," Neville warned Dru as she was about to attempt to relocate one of the sproutlings.

"I am." Dru moaned. "I'm just really bad at this."

"No, you're not," he smiled and gently placed his hands over hers, manipulating her fingers so that the sproutling was enjoying itself before being relocated into another pot, just like he had done so many times before. "You're just trying too hard, that's all."

Dru looked at Neville. "Thank you for helping me."

"Well, why wouldn't I?"

Dru looked back at the plants. "Well, I mean...I don't know."

"No, but I do," he smiled and put his hands in his pockets. "So it's okay."

Dru walked over to the table and wrote some stuff down for her homework. "I'm so behind on all of this."

"And that makes me feel strangely excited, because that means I get to spend more time with you," Neville was surprised at his own bravery, but then again, Dru had been like this (sort of) for two months already so he was getting used to being a bit forward these days.

Dru bit her lip. He was making her a bit nervous. "Okay, what about these plants?" She walked over to another section of the greenhouse and kneeled down.

"Pull really hard to get them out of the soil, and to have them in a new pot, you have to force them back into the new soil, so that the juices can connect better with the nutrients in there."

She wanted to grab one of the plants, but then the plants started moving. She pulled her hands back in a scare. Despite she knew the plants would do that, it always unnerved her a little bit.

"They're just plants, Dru." Neville said, as he leaned against one of the flower beds. "You can do it."

Dru took a deep breath and pulled the plant out. But the plant's leaves started tickling her. She squealed and dropped the plant.

Neville grinned. "Dru Malfoy, Dragons don't scare her, but oh, let her into a greenhouse and she thinks that plants will kill her."

"That's not funny." Dru picked up a hand of soil and threw it at Neville. "Stop laughing at me."

"But it is!" he chuckled and ducked so that the soil flew over him. "Oh come on, don't throw soil... it's not snow!"

Dru picked up the plant with between her thumb and index finger like it was a very disgusting thing and put in on the work surface. The plant desperately tried to tickle her again. Dru pulled her hands back again. "Okay, I'm so done with this. I'll just fail."

"But it's the easiest class!" He made his way over and shoved the plant into the new soil. "Bad Joey, you do not tickle the lady!" he scolded the sproutling and then looked at Dru who was looking at him with an incredulous look on her face. "What? I name them, makes them feel better."

Dru smiled and looked back at the plant. "I don't get it. You're so good at this. I don't get half the stuff I'm told when I'm in class here."

"Because you're overthinking things, and you shouldn't. Plants are... easy. Not as complicated as things as potions or divination or anything like that."

Dru put her hands on the table and hoisted herself up. She crossed her legs and looked at Neville. "Potions are simple. You just follow the instructions and you're done. Potions don't tickle you or release juices or any of that stuff." She played with the hem of her skirt.

"No, but they can kill you if done wrong," he pointed out.

"Plants can kill you too, Neville. Devils snare for one, the cry of a mandrake. Potions only kill you if you don't know what you're doing."

"You're not even trying," he sighed and wished she hadn't been wearing a skirt today, she looked absolutely, and incredibly, sexy. "Hey, what happened to the notebook Rose had given you a while back?"

Dru looked at him. "How do you know Rose had given me a notebook?"

"George told me."

"Well I don't have it anymore. It's gone."

"I actually like it that you remember that Rose had given you a notebook, do you remember why she gave it to you?"

Dru looked down. "I don't remember why she gave me a notebook. She and Ginny went through my trunk looking for it themselves after I told them I didn't remember it."

"It was a notebook to keep your precious memories about me on record, because you know... every day you forgot about me."

Dru shifted a bit on the table, and didn't realise her skirt was riding up even further. She was feeling guilty for not remembering him. Dru shrieked when 'Joey' suddenly grabbed her arm and started tickling her again.

"Hit him on the head," he offered as he walked towards her. If needed, he'd save her from the cute little sproutling, but she had nothing to be afraid of.

"Please just get off me." Dru tried to hit it, but 'Joey' seemed to be having too much fun to let go.

"Oi," he said to the plant, nearly tripping over his own feet as he approached the offending sproutling and squeezed one of its leaves. "Go mind your own business, can't you see she's afraid of you? I don't know why but... hey, she's a lady, you have to respect her wishes."

Dru couldn't help it but to laugh when she heard Neville talk to the plant. "You're really funny, you know that?" she put her hand on his shoulder.

"Me? Funny?" he smiled at her as he shoved the plant away from Dru as soon as it let go of her. "Right now I'm just a boy who talks to plants as if they're people," he shrugged and hopped onto the table himself to sit next to her. "I can be funny though. What do you call a witch's garage?"

Dru smiled at him. "I don't know?"

"A broom closet," he grinned.

Dru laughed.

"Oh! I have another one!" Neville chuckled. "What do you call a witch that has been rolled into poison ivy?"

"Tell me," she hiccupped.

"Itchy witchy!"

Dru roared with laughter. She hadn't laughed a much as she had done today as she did in a long time. "You're a strange boy. You talk to plants as if they're people. You're shy around normal people, but you talk to me, like I'm one of your plants."

"You're not one of my plants, you silly girl." he shook his head. "No, you're something much better."

"I know I'm not a plant, but what I mean is. You're comfortable when you're around plants. You talk and joke around them. You don't do that in class or in the common room. But now when we're alone together, you're like that with me too. I'm not used to that. I mean either people mostly ignore me or shut me out or they treat me like i'm a princess and kiss my ass. You're the only one who talks to me like i'm just a girl... or plant."

"But you are a princess! You're a Malfoy, all Malfoys are princesses, I mean, look at your brother," he shrugged. "A fairy he is..."

"You mean little sod." Dru gave Neville a little shove.

"Oh come on, you know what he did to Rose while we were having fun in the snow a couple of weeks ago. Scared her shitless he did," he nodded. "But you're a person, just like anyone else. People are afraid of you, and they should, but I'm not. I've become a better person thanks to you."

"I wish I could be that girl you remembered. I really do. She seems funny." Dru started playing with the hem of her skirt again.

"But you are, you just don't remember..." he placed his hand on top of hers. "I want you to read my mind."

"I can't." Dru got off the table and went back to her homework.

"Why not?" Neville followed her. "You've done it before, you've done it all the time."

"Snape closed my mind for the time being. I can't get into anyone's. He and my parents thought it was better for now."

"Of course they did," he spat and sighed, before making his way to a small part of the greenhouse where a beautiful plant grew. "Alright, change of plans."

Dru walked to the board on the side of the greenhouse. She was reading some of notes other people, mostly Neville, had written about the progression of the sproutlings.

"Dru, come here?" he called for her and smiled. "I want to show you something special, but I can't move this one because she will wilt."

Dru walked over to him and stood next to him. "What is it?"

"What do you think of this one?" he gently caressed the plant's leaves. It was in bloom, it had pretty red and pink flowers and a hint of yellow was found on the green leaves. "This is my special project."

"What do you mean, your special project?"

"Well, I created this plant by accident, I wasn't paying attention when I planted one of the sproutlings into a different section, and professor Sprout thought that I should be responsible for her." He told her. "I was distracted, because I had been thinking about you, and how beautiful you looked at the Yule Ball, even though you went with Dean... but still, you looked so beautiful and well, it was distracting me."

Dru blushed and smelled the flowers. She didn't want him to see her blush. "Well, she's beautiful, don't you dare say that i'm too. That just corny."

"I already did, but you haven't been listening," he chuckled. "You want to know what this plant's name is?"

Dru looked to the ground. "You called it Dru, didn't you?"

"Druella Lucretia, actually, professor Sprout told me to give it more than one name, and yours was the first I could think of," Neville blushed.

Dru sighed. She could feel her stomach turn. "You shouldn't have done that." she muttered and walked back to the board. She felt really guilty now. The boy was crazy about her but she had no idea who he was.

"Come on, ask me anything," he asked, still following her. "I'm from Yorkshire, and I live with my gran. You and Rose are my best friends, and I've been totally mad about you ever since our first year. I was afraid of you too, with you being a Malfoy, but you're different from your brother and you're such a great person. You're actually very cool." He said and hopped onto the table next to the board. "You came to see me on your birthday in the summer and you left something behind, and ever since then it's really special to me."

"Please stop it." Her voice was shaking a bit.

"It's your hairpin," Neville said, fumbling it out of his pocket and showed it to her. "I keep it on me at all times to remind me that the one person who can shield me from my monsters is you, just like I promised that I'd save you from your monsters."

"Please stop." Dru walked over to the table where her homework was lying. She leaned on the table and was standing with her back facing Neville. It was breaking her heart to hear how much he cared for her, when she couldn't reciprocate it.

"My birthday is July 30th, sadly you're older than I am but I hear that it's cool to date older girls," he said casually. "I have a frog called Trevor, although I haven't seen him in a while and I'm afraid that either Rose's cat or Hermione's cat ate him for lunch, but we'll see at the end of this school year."

"Don't do this me. Please stop it." Dru could feel the tears running down her cheeks.

"What? You said you don't remember me, or know me, so I'm just telling you about myself so that you at least know something," Neville said, hopping off the table and towards her to hand her a cloth. "But alright, I'll stop." He lifted up 'Joey' and set him back down in front of her. "Relocate this one again."

But Dru couldn't look up. she was shaking a bit. She felt like such a horrible person.

"Hey, it's not your fault," he smiled. "We're cool, don't worry. I realize that this time they really erased me from your mind and that things are harder now, and that I have to do things differently now to make you remember, because it's important you remember. But there's no pressure. I'm patient." He pulled 'Joey' from his pot and set it down in front of her. "Push him back in."

Her hands were shaking, but she did what Neville told her to do.

"I think Joey likes you."

Dru giggled. "Idiot"

"Oh, you hear that Joey? She's calling you an idiot! I think she's bonkers, she talks to plants."

"Don't worry Joey. I called him the idiot." Dru wiped the tears from her eyes.

"She's still bonkers, Joey, she's talking to you now," Neville nodded. "He likes it if you stroke his stem."

Dru took a deep breath. "Fine, but no tickling, Joey. I'm warning you." Dru stroke the stem with the tips on her fingers.

"See? if you talk to plants, they do what you ask them to... well if they like you that is. Talk to plants, and they basically show you what they want or need. You won't fail this year."

Almost as if right on cue (since stroking the stem woke up the plant again after Neville had pinched it to be dazed for a bit) Joey sprang back to life and his long leaves wrapped themselves around Dru's wrist, before releasing her wrist again and started to tickle her fingers.

Dru pulled her hand back and walked took a step backwards. She rested her hand on the other table, where another plant grasped her arm more tightly. "Neville!" She shrieked.

"Stupefy!" he said, holding his wand against the plant. He tugged on the plant's tentacles to release Dru from its hold and checked her arm over for any cuts. "You're lucky that Zambini didn't bite you."

"What?" Dru was in tears. She walked over to an empty table and leaned her back against it. she was rubbing her wrist as it hurt.

"The plant, I named it Zambini, because the plant is the devil. Let me get you an ointment to relieve your pain a little," he said, making his way over to the cupboard. He looked around for something and brought a little salve bottle over. "Don't worry, he has that effect on people," he said, putting the bottle down before carefully lifting Dru up and set her down on the table. Neville then started to gently rub the numbing and healing ointment onto her arm and wrist.

"Thank you." Dru voice was still shaky. She was looking at her leg. Without realising it Neville had put his hand on it. He must have done that a million time before, Dru thought to herself, but for her it gave her a strange feeling.

He kept rubbing the ointment into her skin and moved a little closer towards her. "How does that feel? Better?" he asked softly.

Dru nodded. She could feel her breathing getting heavier. She had know idea what was coming over her. She only knew she didn't want him to remove his hands from her skin.

"You know..." he still spoke quietly and looked at her. "Before Rose felt confident enough to save you from St. Mungo's, she read a lot of muggle books to do research to get you back safely. I thought those books were a bit loopy, but I just remember something and it's really bonkers, probably, but I hope you're willing to try it with me." he stopped rubbing her wrist and placed his other hand on her other leg.

"What is it?"

"The book referenced to a Muggle bedtime story called Sleeping Beauty. About a princess that was placed under a curse and had fallen asleep and only her one true love could awaken her with one simple kiss on the lips," he said. "It's crazy enough to at least try, right?"

"I'm not a princess, Neville."

"No, but you are my one true love."

Dru didn't know how to respond to that. She was overtaken by a million emotions.

"Don't you have this nagging feeling that you're missing something? Something important? I know you don't know me anymore, but what if a kiss is all you need to find what you've lost?"

"I don't know."

"You want to try? Just to prove Rose wrong?" he grinned and softly caressed her hair. "Because you know... I think you're feeling something right now, your skin feels warmer."

She had to admit on one hand she wanted him to stop, but on the other hand she wanted him to kiss her. "I'm not sure if this is a good idea." her voice was so soft that Neville could barely hear her.

"One kiss, that's all I ask," he said softly and looked into her eyes. "Just one."

Dru shook her head. "I can't... I shouldn't." She could hardly breathe anymore. He was standing so close to her.

"One kiss, please?"

"I can't..." Her voice broke. The feeling that she wanted him to kiss her was getting stronger, but she didn't want to give in.

"You've been spending a lot of time with Professor Snape, haven't you? He had you allow him to close your mind, because that's how I got you back the last time. They don't want us together, because then you're an easy mark for them to get you on their side." Neville said and took a deep breath. "Love and magic have a great deal in common, you know. Especially for us. Without love, our spells may be weaker, without love, we have nothing to fight for."

"I belong with my family."

"I can understand that, but Dru... their loyalties aren't in the right place... and you're too good, too good of a witch to be lost to them. They want to stop you from loving someone not belonging to your family, so that your heart will shrivel up and die." He said, sounding a little desperate. "One kiss, that's all I ask. If it doesn't work... then it doesn't..."

"I told you. I can't."

"Why not? We live in a free world, still."

"Because...I don't know...I just can't.. don't ask me to yes to this...please."

"Fine," Neville said, placing his hands on her cheeks and gently pressed his lips onto hers, taking her off guard. It was unlike him, but if she was under some sort of spell (again), then desperate measures had to be done. He loved her, and he wasn't going to lose her again.

She kissed him back for a few seconds, before she pushed him away. She was gasping for air. "Neville... I can't..."

"You just did," he smiled at her. "You kissed me back."

Dru hopped off the table and walked back to the board. Her head was spinning. She had been told by so many people that this was wrong, but that kiss felt so good. Dru put on hand on her chest to stop her heart from beating out of her and leaned against the wall with her other hand.

He followed her and gently turned her around so that she was facing the wall with her back. "How can something that feels this good, be bad, Dru?" he asked her as he caressed her hair again. "They don't want you to know this kind of love, because it's the right kind of love, and not just based on loyalty or preserving the bloodline."

"You're confusing me. Please just stop talking." she took a step back and hit the wall.

He knew that he was getting through to her and didn't want to stop. "Why do you think that...-"

"Just stop talking, please."

He rolled his eyes at her and kissed her again, this time he buried one hand in her hair and with the other one he pulled her closer against him.

She couldn't stop herself from returning the kiss and it took her all of her strength to gently push him back after a minute or two. She leaned against the wall as she was gasping for air. "What are you doing to me?"

"Bringing you back to life," he answered. "Making sure that your heart won't shrivel up and die. I'm doing this because I love you, Dru. I love you like mad and it makes me so angry that they keep on trying to keep us apart. I may be a bumbling idiot, but I'm patient and I'm determined."

She still had her hands against his chest. "I'm not right for you." She muttered. She could feel that she couldn't resist him for much longer, even though she was told to stay away from him by the people that loved her. She kept her back against the wall and looked down.

"You're not right for me?" Neville laughed. "Oh man, and I thought I had an inferiority complex!"

"I'm just... I'm not..." Dru lost her voice. she couldn't talk anymore. She pulled her hands on her chest and backed up as close to the wall as she could. Her knees were getting weak. A voice inside of her was screaming for him to kiss her again.

He thought to himself, she hadn't hurt him yet. She had done her best to reject him with words, but words were just words and it sounded as if she had been talked some 'sense' into by her family and professor Snape. All the people that Neville (amongst others) didn't trust. He then decided to kiss her again, because he was getting through to her, he could see that in her eyes.

He leaned in and gently kissed her.

Dru didn't have the strength to fight herself anymore. She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him against her, as she kissed him back.

Neville put his arms around her and hold her as close to him as he could.

"What on earth is the meaning of this." Professor Sprout's voice suddenly came up from behind them.

"Oh ehm... hi, Professor," Neville said and blushed. "I uhm... I helped Dru with her homework and uhm... we took care of some sproutlings and uhm..."

"And what part of the homework was this?"

Dru gave a slight giggle as she hid behind Neville's back.

"Well, I was telling her that plants need love, and she confessed that she had forgotten what that was, so I showed her, and I can promise you, she won't fail herbology this year either."

Dru's jaw had dropped to the floor. It was strange enough to hear Neville talk cheeky against the plant or Dru, but to a teacher?

"Alright Neville," Professor Sprout smiled warmly. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me, but please, I think the sproutlings might be a little traumatized by your public display of affection, how amazing it is," she winked and walked to the back of the greenhouse to check up on new sprouts.

Dru was still looking at Neville in awe. "Did you just ….say that?"

"I did," he smiled at her. "Because... well... professor Sprout and I talk a lot you know, I've spent so much time in here... she knows I respect her, it's all in jest." he planted a kiss on her head. "But let's go somewhere else, it's getting cold in here."

"Fine." Dru collected her stuff and put it in her bag. After the two walked out of the greenhouse, Dru locked arms with Neville. "Neville?"

"Yes?"

"You wanted to go somewhere else to make out, right?"

"Well... I would lie if I said that I wouldn't like to snog your face off, but I get it, I'm a complete stranger, we should pace ourselves," he said, nodding. "Besides, we really should go and check up on Rose and George, considering Rose's aversion to boys these days and George is getting impatient."

"Really?" Dru sounded a bit disappointed.

"After that, we could go to somewhere and make out?" he smiled.

"I'd like that so..."

"So what?"

"Well which classroom do you go to next?" Dru asked with a devious smile on her face.

"Snape's dungeon," he chuckled.

Dru stopped dead in her tracks and looked at Neville. "Really?"

"Of course not, no class rooms."

Dru shrugged her shoulders. "Too bad. I would let you to second base if you pick the dungeons." She walked passed him and smiled at him.

"You cheeky monkey," he laughed.

She stopped, turned around so quickly that Neville walked straight into her. "That wasn't cheeky, Neville. That was a promise."