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Neville opens the door to the flat he and Hannah share above the Leaky Cauldron, a copy of the day's Daily Prophet clutched in one hand, and a bag with Hannah's favorite scones in the other. Hannah is already awake, because of course she is. No matter how hard he tries, he can never quite seem to sneak in and surprise his fiancé.
"What do you think?" she calls without looking over her shoulder.
Neville purses his lips as he looks at the patches of color on the walls. He can only assume they're three different shades of orange, but he can't see much of a difference between them. He doesn't tell her that, of course. He likes to pretend he's not completely useless in the redecorating. "Is orange really a good color for the living room?"
This doesn't seem to be the correct response. Hannah turns, eyes narrowing ever so slightly, just a hint of irritation in her pretty blue eyes. "I happen to like orange," she says. "It's my favorite color."
Neville shrugs. How could he ever tell her no? Hannah has been working so hard on making the flat perfect, juggling the renovations with running the pub below. Really, he thinks she could paint the whole place puke green, and he'd still support her if the color made her happy. "Okay, okay. I like the shade on the left best."
Finally, a good answer. The way her face lights up at that makes Neville grin. Hannah really is quite beautiful when she smiles. "I was torn between it and the one in the middle," she tells him. "You're a lifesaver."
He doesn't point out that he hasn't really done anything. Really, it's somehow even lower than the bare minimum, nothing to be praised for. But he knows Hannah won't hear of it, so he just holds up the bag. "I brought a little treat," he tells her. "Thought you might like a little something before you get started."
She closes the distance between them and wraps her arms around him, pressing a kiss to his lips. "You're the best," she says, taking the scones and the newspaper. "What would I do without you?"
"Crash and burn, probably."
They sit together, eating and discussing the news. Neville can't help but smile. Hannah says that he's the best, but she's wrong. Truthfully, he is the luckiest man alive, and it's all because she loves him.