A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters.

Insane Prompt Challenge: 629:Quote - If you believe it will work out, you'll see opportunities. If you believe it won't, you will see obstacles. – Wayne Dyer

Word Count: 456

"I'm sorry!" Daphne spun and found herself nearly slipping on yet another puddle of potion. She shook her head and discretely vanished it before Professor Snape could see.

"Here, like this, Neville," she whispered standing behind him. Her fingers touched his as she held his hand stirring the potion three times clockwise and then adding a counterclockwise turn.

"Miss Greengrass, are you lost?" Neville paled as Daphne took a step back.

"No, sir," she answered giving Professor Snape a defiant look. "Since Miss Granger isn't here today, I will be Mr. Longbottom's partner. Is that a problem?" Daphne's usual partner, Pansy, gave her a small thumbs up.

"Very well, Miss Greengrass, it is your grade," he stated before stalking off to yell at Potter again. Daphne sighed.

"Why?"

"Why what?" Daphne asked stepping to the table next to Neville and starting to chop their roots.

"Why did you do that? I'm rubbish at potions." Daphne gave him a small smirk.

"Because, I think it's kind of cute, honestly. I was raised in perfection, everything in its place and a place for it all. You with your habit of making a mess of things is different, it's... comforting honestly. I like it. I like you."

"Me?"

"Yes, you, Neville. I like the fact you're not Mr. Perfect, not the top of the class because that means we can study together without you talking down to me for not knowing things. I like the fact that you haven't quite grown into your looks yet. I see your potential. I like the fact you seem to see the best in everyone, well... maybe not Professor Snape," she laughed as she added the roots to the potion. Neville blushed brightly.

"Yeah, maybe not Snape," he agreed softly. "So, um, thank you for helping me. Its the right color, so I think it's done?" Daphne nodded.

"Yeah, it is. Here, bottle it up for us."

"I guess you'll go back to working with Pansy tomorrow? Hermione should be back." Daphne tilted her head seeming to think about it.

"I guess. This was fun though, the way Snape's eyes narrowed, the fact he's glaring at us right now because we got the darn thing the right color for once. I think, we should spend some more time together, Neville. I know the boy traditionally asks the girl out, but I'm not into all that nonsense. So, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?" Neville opened his mouth staring at her. Slowly he nodded.

"Great! We can meet at the gate, I'll see you then," she said taking the vial, handing it to a very annoyed looking Professor Snape, and leaving the dungeon leaving Neville standing there speechless.