Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter. I do own Renata. I own Riana too but Renata is just SO much cooler.

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"Harry." Renata came and sat down on the arm of the chair. "We need to talk."
"Oh no. Oh no. You are not breaking up with me again. Please say you aren't breaking up with me again. You can't do this to me. Not again!"
"Shut your face so I can talk."
His jaw snapped shut and glared at her.
She gave him a kiss and when she pulled away, the evil glare had disappeared. "Alright then. I just wanted to say that I think you need to talk to Neville."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Rianna broke up with him."
"That's awful. Why?"
"I don't know. But you need to make him feel better."
"Why don't you talk to him? You're better at that sort of thing."
"The last person he wants to talk to is another girl." She stood up, took his hands, and started pulling him toward the boys' dormitory stairs.
"But I don't know what to say."
She started pushing him up the stairs. "Then don't say anything. Just listen." With a final shove, she left and he continued.
He knocked on the door, "Neville? Are you okay?"
The reply was muffled.
Harry opened the door and saw the Neville's face was buried in his pillow.
"What do you want?" came Neville's muffled voice.
"I was coming to see what the matter was. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. It's just that . . . Riana broke up with me."
"Did she give any reasons?"
"She said I was too adventurous."
"What?" Neville too adventurous? That was crazy.
"Well, she said that she didn't want someone who was so rash. She's heard about my fights with Malfoy. And she knows I'm your friend. She said that makes me susceptible to getting hurt or killed or getting her hurt or killed. I don't know. Things really working out between us anyway. She called me Nevvie. Ugh. I don't think there's anything worse than that." He grinned weakly.
"So you're okay?"
"Yeah. It was just the shock. We didn't have that much in common. She's terrible at Herbology. I think she was using me to help her with her grades if you want to know the truth. I'm not really that upset."
He didn't look that upset anymore.
"Besides, me, adventurous?" he laughed. "Yeah right. It was just her excuse, I could tell."
"Well, if you're sure you're all right . . ."
"Yeah. I'm fine. Can you hand me that notebook?"
Harry picked a notebook off the floor that was just out of Neville's reach. It was open and he looked at it. There were pictures.
"Hey! What are these?" He didn't hand Neville the book. He held it open and looked through it. Each page was filled with pictures.
"My sketches. Could I have them back?"
"These are really great, Neville. How come you never showed anybody these?" he continued to look through them. There was the view of the Hogwarts' grounds as seen from the top of the Astronomy Tower. Hagrid, before he had died last year. Nick's ghost. Ginny laughing. Ron and Hermione playing chess (Ron looking smug and Hermione slightly frustrated). The Weasley twins with their trademark mischievous grins. Peeves. The Bloody Baron. Ginny sitting in front of the fire. Harry playing Quiditch. Dumbledore, probably at one of the start-of-term feasts (the usual twinkle in his eye). Ginny sitting in a window. Malfoy tripping over his own feet. Dozens of thers. "These are phenomenal. I've never seen you draw before. When did you get these done?"
"There are loads more. I've been doing them for years. Mostly at night. Sometimes I just can't sleep and since I've got nothing better to do I sneak down to the Common Room and just start drawing. I know everybody so well that it doesn't matter that they aren't down there. I can see them right here." He pointed to his head. "Clear as day."
"These are great, Neville." He finally handed him the book. "You should show these off. Not keep them secret."
He just shook his head. "Don't tell anybody, Harry."
"I won't. Will you show me the pictures the next time you do more?"
"Okay. You can have the picture of you if you want it. It's not very good. But I just wanted to draw something that captured the excitement of sports." He handed Harry the picture.
Harry looked at it again and saw the look in his eyes. The picture had captured it well.
Harry left Neville alone and went back down stairs. He bumped directly into Renata and they both went sprawling. "So? How is he? Is he okay? What did he say?"
"He's fine."
"If he said he's fine it means he's awful! You shouldn't have come back down."
He helped her to her feet. "He didn't say he was fine. I could tell he was. He was happy."
"Oh."
"Come on." They sat together in one of the chairs and he read to her softly out of The Hobbit. He was very distracted during his reading because she was sitting there with her arms around him and her head on his shoulder. His hair was getting too long again and every so often she twirled a few strands of it around her fingers, giggling.
"Knock it off, Ren," he chuckled, "That tickles."
She stopped and put her hands back in her lap only to start twirling his hair again and the start of the next chapter.
"Stop now, I mean it."
"No you don't." She giggled.
He wouldn't admit it, but she was right.
"I'm glad you grew sideburns like this. They aren't as nice as that beard you had for a little while last year, but still . . ." She laughed again.
He grinned and started reading again; ignoring the fact that she kept tickling him. Finally, the common room was nearly empty. Only they were left.
He waited for her to tickle him again when he was reading. When she did, he leaned down and kissed her on the mouth for quite some time. Even daring to slide his tongue over her lip until she opened her mouth more to let him explore it. They finished kissing and heard a voice.
"Ahem, are you two quite finished yet?" asked Neville coming down the stairs.
"Yeah. Sorry, Neville."
"Don't be sorry. I just came down here for a bit."
"I guess I'd better be going." She stood up and gave Harry a kiss on the cheek (she didn't think it'd be a good idea to kiss him again on the mouth when she was trying to leave).
"I'll see you tomorrow."
When Renata was gone, Neville grinned. "I think I have a topic for my next picture."
"You're not serious, are you?"
"Maybe." He shrugged. "I'll show you tomorrow, either way. I'm not really tired, so I'll probably be up at least another couple of hours. Maybe I'll do another Ginny sketch instead. I saw her walking back from the library earlier."
Harry left him with his pencils and notebook and went to bed. The curtains were pulled shut around Neville's bed and anyone who woke up in the night would have no reason to think Neville wasn't there.

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If this isn't too horrible, would you continue reading it?