(A/N: This one's based on a great sketch on Deviantart, Daydreaming wizards by radish-slippers. I give them full credit for this idea)

Neville Longbottom didn't notice he was staring. Sometimes his self consciousness faded away. Usually by accident if he was distracted, or if he was being afraid again. This time, like an increasing amount of occasions, he was just starting at Hermione Granger.

She wasn't doing anything special. Just in her uniform, reading at the common room table. Harry and Ron had gone off without letting either of them know, and he couldn't help but look. And think.

He might stand a chance with her someday. If only. If only he was brave. If only he had magical talent. If only he stood up straight. If only he worked out. He'd be tall and strong and a great wizard. He was sure Hermione would love him then. Not like he was now; but if he was a different wizard, she'd love him. And Hermione's love would be the most amazing thing in the world.

Hermione Granger didn't notice he was staring. She was reading. Hogwarts A History had new secrets every time she picked it up, and this time she was looking over the references. As long as she wasn't working, she never thought about how she looked. Why would they? People didn't want to be her friend anyway. If someone had a question, she'd answer it. She was pretty sure Ron, Neville and Harry had forgotten she was even there.

If only they weren't the same. It wasn't that they were stupid, but she wished things were different. Neville….he was so sweet and loyal, but he was surpressing a wonderful wizard inside. She could only imagine what he'd be like if he just believed in himself.

She could only imagine if he believed in himself-he'd stand up straight and tall, he'd roll up his sleeves to show what his uniform hid, he'd finally smile. He didn't smile often, but when he did, he lit up the room. That was a powerful wizard hidden inside, a beautiful and strong and courageous young man she wished he would let loose from his gloom and fear. She loved him, and she wanted him to realize all his hidden talent. And he'd be the most amazing wizard in the world.

Neville suddenly noticed Hermione had sighed. What happened? He blinked awake, reluctantly banishing his daydream. Did she catch him looking at her? Oh no. He was staring at her, wasn't he? She wasn't a Legimens, was she?

Hermione suddenly noticed Neville had gasped. What happened? She shut her book quickly, reluctantly banishing her daydream. Did she do something to scare him? Did she say something out loud? Neville always was afraid of something, but she always found out what just to be sure.

Their eyes met, widened. Both wizards turned bright red.

"Oh, Hermione, I though I heard something" Neville suddenly stared at the table.

"I didn't hear anything, Neville. I'm sure you just imagined something" Hermione scrabbled for her book.

"I was imagining things, definitely" he said very quickly.

"Oh, I know you do that often enough-I admit I sometimes do it myself. "

"Really? What do you dream about?"

She paused. "Possibilities"

"Good ones?"

"Oh yes"

"I do that too…"

"That's the good thing about daydreams" Hermione said as she put her book in her satchel and got up to go to her next class.

"Hm?"

She leaned over his shoulder, whispering in his ear, close enough to send a delicious tingle up his spine.

"They can come true."