Neville watched her out of the corner of his eye, impressed again by how meticulous she was. He was supposed to be working on an essay for Herbology but instead he was doodling hearts with her initials in them as he debated asking her out.
"She'll never go out with me," he thought glumly. "She's so perfect and I'm just…me." He'd been telling himself this for weeks as he worked up his courage.
"Neville," Hermione said, noticing him staring again and smiling at the hearts on his parchment. "Are you going to finally ask me out or just keep staring?"
