A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Insane Prompt Challenge: 353 action – cheek kisses
word count: 434
"You told!" Neville stated glaring at Daphne. She looked up from her book.
"I told who what?" she asked putting her bookmark into her spot and closing the leather bound tome.
"You told Harry about my parents! How could you? I told you that in confidence! How could you betray me like that!?" Daphne stood, her book in her hand.
"Neville, darling, I told Harry Potter nothing about your parents. Why would I? I don't even talk to the tosser. He'd beneath me and you know it." Neville blinked as Daphne picked up her bag and shoved her book inside.
"Maybe you should ask Harry who told him, or better yet, how exactly he found out. I mean, it's not like it's something everyone knows or talks about," she added facing him. Her green eyes sparkling with anger and her usual bit of mischief. Neville seemed to deflate at her logic.
"You're right, Daphne, I shouldn't have accused you. I just... I mean," he started to say. She put an arm around his shoulder.
"You're mad because somehow someone found out something you've been keeping a deep dark secret? You're angry because you're embarrassed by the fact your parents are... ill with no hope of recovery. You're embarrassed because you feel that if anyone found out that your parents were aurors, that they were both good at magic, they would compare you to them. You feel you don't measure up." Neville nodded slowly. Daphne shook her head and turned Neville to face her.
"Neville, listen to me. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. The fact your parents are ill doesn't reflect on you. It shows they were strong, that they resisted. You are not them, so comparing yourself to them doesn't help you or anyone for that matter. I know what your Gram says, and she's doing more harm than good, honestly. She need to get it through her thick skull that you are perfect the way you are!" Neville blinked staring at his girlfriend.
"You think I'm perfect?"
"Yes, I do. I hate how you constantly beat yourself up because you're comparing yourself to an ideal that someone else has. You are the sweetest, most caring boy I've ever met. You're a whole lot stronger than you give yourself credit for, and yes, I think you're perfect the way you are." Neville smiled for the first time that day.
"Now, go ask Harry how he found out, since I know I never told him anything," she added giving him a quick peck on the cheek and sending him back towards the castle.