No prompts really, more of a dare to try to write something shipping Neville and Harry
"You seem so... happy, since leaving the Auror Department," Harry said hesitantly, gripping his still full glass of firewhisky.
"I'm feeling more relaxed. Taking my time to explore the woods - the world," Neville replied, leaning back in his chair. He'd only left his Ministry position four months ago, but he already seemed a completely different wizard from the one Harry had spent the past two years working with.
"I'm not sure I know how to relax," Harry admitted, looking around the pub, cataloguing the people staring.
The Three Broomsticks wasn't very full on a Thursday evening. Still, every eye present was either currently, or had been previously, upon Harry and Neville. Sure, some were better than others at stealing covert glances. Harry guessed he should be happy no one had tried to approach them yet.
"I could show you," Neville smiled. "Come out with me on a hike this weekend. No one around to stare at the 'War Heroes' in the forest."
Harry took a sip of his drink. "I think I'd like that."
"I have a cabin hidden by charms in the Lake District. We can spend Saturday night out there and make it a proper getaway." Neville toyed with the basket of chips between them.
Harry stared down into his drink, swirling it on the tabletop, contemplating the amber liquid. His eyes met Neville's as he lifted it to his lips to take a long pull.
"That sounds perfect."