They lay for a while in silence as they studied each other in greater detail. He carded his fingers through her hair, watching as the multicoloured strands glittered in the shaft of sunlight. She held his hands and played with his fingers, a look of wonder and delight on her face.

"Do you feel better?" He asked after a while. She smiled, her eyes glittering as she looked at him.

"I feel like a new woman," She smiled bashfully.

"I hope not, I liked the feel of the old one." She pushed him playfully before kissing him. He held her close and sighed as he touched her warm, soft skin.

"So are we going to get up today?" She asked with a smirk.

"I guess we should," Neville agreed. "People will start to talk if they don't see us."

"It's probably too late for that, the girls will notice that my beds empty. We both know how observant Hermione is," She rolled her eyes as she sat up, pulling her pyjama top back over her chest.

"True," He smiled as he "but that just takes away my incentive to get up now." He muttered as he snuggled back down under the covers.

"You need an incentive?" She asked as she straddled his hips.

"Even more so now." He said as he took her in. Her messed up hair and twisted pyjamas added to the vision. Usually so together and collected, it gave him a certain joy knowing that he had been the one to ruin her so thoroughly.

"How about I buy you an ice cream?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Surely that's my line?" He chuckled as he rubbed her legs.

"Yeah well, I'm richer than you are, and you can buy me something pretty."

"Pretty?" He asked with a smile. "Like what?" She shrugged

"Depends what I see, Might be a dress, might be some jewellery, might be some flowers." She smirked.

"And I get an Ice cream for my trouble?" He asked sceptically. She nodded. He pretended to think about it before he rolled over, throwing her off. He started to snore as he pretended to be asleep. He cuddled her to him, trapping her in his charade.

"Come on," She laughed as she tried to escape.

"So sleepy," he mumbled into her hair.

"I'll throw in a kiss,"

He sat up and looked at her before letting his lips meet hers. She pushed her fingers into his hair as she held him to her. The world melted away as he kissed her, taking in every sensation of her. He pulled away and winked before throwing off the covers.

She laughed as she pushed him playfully. He grabbed his wand and unstuck the curtain before peaking out. The room was empty.

"It's just occurred to me we may have a larger problem,"

"Oh?" She asked her face becoming serious.

"How are we going to get you to the girls dorms to get dressed?"

"That wont be a problem," She smirked as she pushed out of the bed, her endless legs flashing like fresh cream in the sunlight.

"I can't wait to see this," He said as he stepped out onto the stone floor.

An hour later they were showered, dressed and half-way to Hogsmeade with the sun just clearing the trees. They walked quietly hand in hand as they enjoyed the sunshine. It was another cloudless day, but there was a slight bite in the air which hinted at the approach of winter.

"So, How did you get up to the girls dorms without being seen?" Neville asked. She winked at him and smiled enigmatically.

"A girl has got to have her secrets," He shook his head and rolled his eyes as she remained tightlipped.

"Ok, a different question then. What's your favourite ice cream?" he asked as he pulled her hand close enough to kiss.

"Oh, we're playing that game again are we?" She asked with a grin "I like the question game." She thought for a moment and smiled "Mint chocolate chip" She said with a nod. "Fortesques makes it the best, it has large chunks of dark chocolate hidden in the greenest ice cream ever." She rubbed her stomach and licked her lips as they carried on walking. "Let me guess what yours is," She said as she narrowed her eyes to scrutinize him. "You're sweet and kind, nurturing and steadfast. Strong but not overpowering. I'm going to guess that your favourite flavour is… Strawberry." He grinned and shook his head. She pouted playfully, "Chocolate?" He shook his head again. She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Please tell me you're not one of those people that likes Vanilla?" He nodded his head.

"Guilty,"

"But why? There are so many other wonderful flavours, Vanilla is just the starting flavour,"

"I like the others, but vanilla is special. It's both simple and complicated. It goes with everything, and it takes a while to find the right one."

She narrowed her eyes sceptically again, but it melted away into a genuine smile as she shook her head.

"I guess that sums you up."

"What? Simple?" he laughed.

"No, finding the right one." She smiled bashfully as she pushed her hair behind her ear. He grinned as he kissed her hand again.

The trees swayed above and around them as they stuck to the track, soon the stone chimney's and pointed rooves came into sight. "So, as we're playing the questions game, can I offer an answer before it becomes a question? It's something that's always on my mind, and I just want to get the record straight."

"Oh, ok," He nodded curiously.

"The night of the battle," She started. "When the Dark Lord demanded we hand over Potter. It's always bothered me that I was the one who succumbed."

"You don't need to explain." He interrupted.

"I do! He had our families held hostage. When The dark lord promised us rewards, the rewards were our families unharmed." She looked down at the floor "I just need to get this off my chest."

"I do not blame anyone for their actions from the battle. War makes people do stupid things. You don't need to explain it to me." He comforted her with a squeeze of her hand. "And just so you know, I was going to ask something silly, like where is the furthest you've ever been?" He smiled at her sympathetically "but trust you to go for the jugular!"

She smiled for a moment before answering.

"Budapest, Hungary." She nodded "What about you?"

"London," He smirked.

"London?" She asked with a chuckle "You've never been outside of the UK?"

He shook his head. She shook her head in astonishment.

"Ok, so my question. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you like to go?"

"I'd love to go to Japan," Pansy nodded with interest. "You?"

"I've always wanted to go to Prague but have never managed to get there. Their work in alchemy is unparalleled, plus I've heard the shopping is great!" She laughed

"I don't know much about the shopping, but I've heard it's a very beautiful city," Neville nodded "lots of history."

The village enveloped them out of the woods as the hustle and bustle of people hummed in the air. They stopped at the square before looking at each other.

"So where first?" Pansy asked.

"Well, as we missed breakfast, how about I treat you to the very best breakfast that money can buy?" Neville asked confidently.

"Sounds intriguing," Pansy murmured as she nodded cautiously.

"You just wait," Neville assured her as he pulled her off down one of the side streets. "Hurly-Burly's Noshery is just down here,"

"Noshery?" She asked with a quirk of her eyebrow. He paused midstep and looked at her. Pansy with her perfect hair, with her clothes that probably cost more than his whole wardrobe and with a sudden flash of clarity, felt unworthy.

"We can go somewhere else,"

"Stop, what just happened?" She asked as her eyes narrowed. "You just thought of something, and now we're not going? What's going on in that head of yours?" She asked suspiciously.

He looked at her and cringed as he tried to work out the words in his head. He looked down at his albeit new, faded trousers and cardigan and wondered what he had been thinking.

"It's nothing, I can take you somewhere better," He said awkwardly as he tried to turn them around.

"No, I want to have the best breakfast, you told me it's served at this noshery. I want to go there,"

"It's not that great, There are nicer places." He explained.

"Neville, What's going on?"

"it's not nice enough," He sighed "Not for you."

"Take your inverted snobbery and shove it, Longbottom!" She smirked as she pulled him forward towards the café. Neville let out a laugh as he let her pull him forward. He wondered what she would make of it when they got there.

"Yes, Miss!" He agreed with a quirk of his eyebrow. She shot him a glance that made him think of moans in a darkened room. He blushed as they continued to walk.

From the outside, Hurly-burly's looked like any other building in Hogsmeade, with it's pointed roof and tall thin chimney, it was the inside that Neville was worried about. The booths looked like they had been carved out of the walls as they appeared to be made of the same bumpy white plaster, almost like tiny prison cells. The bar ran the length of the café and was also made out of the same uneven mortar. It looked like what it was, a cheap 'greasy-spoon' café that had no thrills. He held the door open as Pansy stepped in. He watched her face as she took in the décor. She nodded as she pulled him in behind her.

"Do you just grab a booth?" she asked. He swallowed and nodded. She shrugged and slid in with her trademark feline grace. He nodded to the lady behind the counter who watched them with wrinkled, wizened features. She nodded back with a smile that was more of a grimace. Neville fell into the booth opposite and looked around, it smelled the way he remembered like stale gravy and cabbage, and he worried about Pansy's opinion. He smiled uneasily at her.

"So?" He offered as he handed her the menu, "What do you fancy?" She shrugged as she opened the little booklet. It began to sing, it's high pitched squeak filled the booth.

"We've got sausage and bacon, with all of the trimmings

We've got Salad and omelettes with all of the fillings,

We've got Yorkshires and gravy complete with mash.

We've got spam, and corned beef filled with the hash.

Steak, Stew, shepherds pie or potato with beans

Whatever you fancy, just say what you mean."

Pansy frowned with interest as she considered the request, then having made her decision spoke into the menu,

"Avocado on toast, and a black coffee," she paused before adding "please."

Neville snorted as he took the menu.

"A bacon and egg sandwich please, and a cup of tea." He said before the menu shot up and off towards the counter.

"Well that was novel," Pansy added with a smiled as she reached out to take his hands. "How did you find out about this place?"

"Ron's stomach has a mind of its own, it can smell out food at thirty paces." They both laughed. "What do you think?"

"I'm reserving judgement for when the food gets here," She smirked.

"I'm hoping you won't be disappointed."

"So far, so good, I think." She said as she squeezed his hands.

"So, questions." He said as he tried to ignore the butterflies wreaking havoc in his chest.

"Yes, questions." She replied as she prepared her shoulders with a grin.

"Favourite Quidditch team?"

"Slytherin," She smirked.

"Outside of school,"

"Wimborne Wasps, you?"

"Appleby Arrows," She nodded.

"Did you have any pets growing up, besides Trevor?"

Neville shook his head, "I always wanted a dog, but Gran would never allow it. You?"

"Don't laugh, I had a tiny potbellied pig called precious," she smirked.

"No, you didn't," Neville laughed.

"I did, he was tiny and ginger with black spots all over. One looked like an eyepatch. He was so cute, and I loved the ugly little thing." She laughed. "I think he's the reason I don't eat meat."

"I can understand that. I never had that problem with Trevor." He grinned "Precious? You called a pig Precious?" She laughed as she sat back.

"If you saw him you'd know why. He was the runt of the litter. He was so small and tiny with a smooshed up face, He was precious."

"Ok, erm. Oh, here's a good one, a bit deeper though." Neville said as he tried to straighten his face. "If you could change one thing about you, what would you change? I would change my teeth mostly before you ask." He leant forward as he waited for her to answer. She chewed on her lip as she thought, avoiding his eyes.

"That's a difficult one, Erm, a more generous chest would be nice," she blushed uncomfortably as she looked away.

If Neville had been drinking anything at that moment, he would have choked on it. Instead, he just stared at her and shook his head in disbelief.

"But why?"

"Do you not think they're small?" Neville saw the trap straight away and even if he agreed he would never say so.

"No!" he shook his head vigorously. "I think every inch of you is perfect," He said with a blush. She opened her mouth to say something when the wizened witch brought over the food. They said their thanks and the witch tottered off slowly.

He held his breath as Pansy inspected it. She seemed to nod in satisfaction before picking up a piece of the toast and eating it. Neville watched closely. He never liked avocado so didn't know what it should look like on toast. She chewed it slowly and nodded appreciatively.

"Well, looks like you were right, The elves at the castle can never get the avocado the way I like it." She smiled

He let out a sigh of relief before he picked up his sandwich. As usual, the egg was runny ad the bacon soft and salty. He devoured it without a second thought as he realised just how hungry he was. Pansy continued to eat daintily before sipping her coffee. She looked every inch the refined princess she was but looked content. He didn't think he'd seen that before. Like a false wall falling away. She smiled warmly as she tilted her cup to her mouth.