It was a busy night at The Leaky Cauldron and Hannah barely had time to think.
"Do you want me to help out, love?" Neville asked.
"Are you sure?" Hannah replied, biting her lip.
She rarely asked him to help as she didn't want it to seem like she was taking advantage of him.
"Of course. Where do you want me to start?"
"Can you help serve until the rush is over, and then help collect, and clean the glasses?" Hannah asked.
"Sure."
Hannah watched as Neville pulled his sleeves up and got stuck in.
She couldn't help but smile as she watched him work. He was kind, intelligent, and hardworking; in other words, her perfect man.
Later on she would have to show him how much she appreciated him and everything he does for her.