Leaving the hall with Ron and Hermione, Harry paused for a moment – his eye caught by a flurry of movement over by where Neville had been sat just a few seconds ago, but was now on his feet.
He moved forward slowly, evidently oblivious to the throng of people around him, staring out at where the heavy oak doors stood open.
Leaning against them, a pink faced girl clutched a stitch, her breathing ragged and a cut across her cheek. However she, similarly, barely seemed to notice these distractions and was just staring, staring back at Neville.
They moved like people in a dream, ducking through the crowds as if they weren't even there, just completely and utterly transfixed on each other.
The two stopped just a few feet apart and Harry watched as Neville slowly raised a hand and lightly touched her cheek. The girl, who Harry recognised with a jerk was Hannah Abbott, smiled slightly and turned so that they could fall into step beside each other.
As they walked he slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her close as they left the hall together, silhouetted against the flood of dawn light.
"When did that happen?" He asked Luna, much later
She just smiled.
****author's note****
And so ends my first ever fanfic that was more than a one shot! Thanks everyone who's read, favourited or reviewed it-you are all awesome and I hope you enjoyed it.
I've also written a one-shot of their wedding which I think I'm putting up separately so look out for that sometime!
Long live Hevillah!
