AN: I own nothing. Harry Potter is not mine,

As promised, I've gotten started on those re-writes. Not a whole lot in this chapter, but a few bits here and there. Plus, I managed to slip in a mention of another favorite pairing of mine - HG/SS - into this chapter.

Enjoy!

After the matches were read, the mood of the Burrow lifted. Nobody was paired with anyone too terrible, except, in his own opinion, Ron. He had spent the rest of lunch groaning and complaining about being matched with Lavender. So, to cheer him up, but mostly to shut him up, Harry and the other Weasley kids decided to have a game of quidditch in the orchard.

Hermione, despite enjoying her friends antics during the game and the beautiful weather, decided to go up to her room and read for a bit. Well, her temporary room, that is. Since he was planning on staying in Romania, Charlie had graciously allowed her to move into his old room on the third floor. Something she was grateful for, since aside Arthur and Molly's room, this was the biggest bedroom in the house. However, despite being quite large, the red and white room was incredibly cozy, giving it the feel of being a smaller room. As Hermione gazed around the room, the thought that this wouldn't be her room for much longer hit her. Soon she'd be marrying and moving into Neville's bedroom.

A smile found its way to her face at that thought.

Neville.

Sweet, kind, charming, wonderful Neville. Despite hating this marriage law, she was incredibly happy, and relieved, to be matched with Neville. He had always been her friend, ever since she helped him find his toad, Trevor, that first day on the train going to Hogwarts.

And, truth be told, she had developed the tiniest crush on him around fifth year. He had shot up at least a foot, towering over her in the most exciting way. And, being fifteen, her hormones running rampage over her system, just being in the same room as him had made her feel all kinds of things.

At that time, it was only in her diary she admitted that Neville Longbottom was the star of her more erotic dreams, second only, at that time, to Professor Snape.

She wondered, though, how he felt being paired with her. She knew when they were in Hogwarts she was always bossy toward him. While that was okay as friends, she knew he would probably hate that as husband and wife. Plus, she knew Neville's dating history, and she didn't fall into the category of women he seemed to be attracted to. He and Luna had dated for a bit, and then he dated Hannah Abbott. Both were blondes, more on the thin side, and laid back. Whereas Hermione was a brunette, curvy, and at times, very tightly wound.

Hermione sighed as she sat back against the pilllows and opened her book. There was no use worrying or she'd drive herself up a wall.

Meanwhile, Neville was standing in his private ensuite, waiting for the water in the shower to heat. As he stripped down, he glanced at the counter and pictured it filled with Hermione's bath products. He knew, without a doubt, that she was a girl, but what kind of girl? Was she a girlie girl, who had a product for everything-skin creams and lotions, special hair products, facial..stuff? Or, was she a bare necessities kind of girl? One who only needed a few things for everything?

His mind soon wandered to how the rest of his wing at the Manor would look with her things mixed in with his. Neville could almost picture her books on his bookshelves shaing space with his herbology books and the mystery novels he enjoyed. His walk-in closet and wardrobe filled with her clothes next to his. Pictures of her friends - well, their friends, really - on the walls next to the ones he already had. Like his favorite picture of her at the Yule Ball.

Thinking about that night and how stunning she looked, Neville frowned. He wondered how Hermione felt about being paired with her clumsy, bumbling friend from Hogwarts? Hopefully, she didn't feel too bad. After all, he somewhat fit the category of men she'd been attracted to in the past. Hermione had always gone for the tall, dark and handsome wizards, like Viktor Krum. And, toward the end of fifth year, he remembered she went on a few Hogsmeade dates with Blaise Zabini.

Granted, he had gained some muscles, shot up a few inches, and had slimmed down, but he wasn't nearly as built as Viktor Krum. And, even though he couldn't clearly recall Blaise Zabini, could he live up to a wizard with the nickname 'The Italian Stallion'?

Hermione Granger had been the girl of his dreams since he could remember, and he didn't want to disappoint her.

Sighing, he stepped into the shower. If he kept worrying, he'd drive himself barmy.

"George! That's cheating!" Ginny yelled as she flew next to her brother.

"No, it isn't!" he yelled back. "If you're gonna start elbowing me, I'm gonna do it right back!" he yelled. "And I don't care if you are a girl!" he added, sticking his tongue out at her.

"Real mature, you git!" she yelled, quickly reaching her leg over to kick him.

"Okay! I think we need to call a time out!" Bill yelled, prompting them all to follow him to the ground. "Married or not, I'm too scared of Mum to have her tearing me a new one cause one of you kiddies got hurt," he said after landing. He walked to the shed and put his broom away along with Fred and George, leaving Harry, Ron and Ginny behind.

"Whoa. Do you guys always play like that?" a voice asked from behind them.

Turning, they all saw Neville standing there with a small plant in one hand and shielding his eyes from the sun with the other.

"Ha, pretty much," Harry chuckled, going to shake his hand. "Hey, Neville."

"Hey, Harry, Ron, Ginny," Neville nodded.

"You here to see Mione?" Ron asked after greeting him.

"Uh..yeah," Neville said. "Sorry for just popping in, but.."

"Nonsense, Neville," Ginny said, peeling her eyes away from her friend. "You're gonna be family soon. You can pop by anytime," she smiled before heading for the shed to put her broom away. Then, she planned to go upstairs and tell Hermione her fiancee was here. She thought about how lucky Hermione was as she glanced behind her at her friend.

"What's with the plant, Neville?" Ron asked, putting his broom over his shoulder as he stood beside Harry.

"Yeah. You always carry a plant with you when you travel, or...?" Harry asked, smiling.

"Oh! No, this is for Hermione," Neville said as he chuckled. "It's a special plant. It's a Mood Venus. It changes color based on the moods of the person closest to it," he said.

"Awesome, Neville," Ron smiled, looking at the plant. "So, what mood is pink, then?" he asked.

"Um...nervous," Neville said, blushing.

Harry's eyebrows raised almost to his hairline. "Nervous? You're nervous about talking to Hermione?"

"Extremely," Neville whispered.

"Well, if I were you, I'd get over being nervous fast," Ron said, nodding behind him. "Here comes the missus," he said, chuckling as he saw Neville gulp.

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