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Another newly revised chapter coming your way, folks! Again, no major edits, just a few here and there.

Alright, on with the show. Enjoy!

Neville subconciously gripped the plant to him as he heard Hermione getting closer. He desperately hoped his hands weren't visibly shaking, like the dance his insides were currently doing. Looking at her from the corner of his eye, he inhaled sharply. Wearing jeans, a white tank top with a long gray cardigan and white sneakers, her curly hair hanging down around her, she was breathtaking.

Hermione cleared her throat as she stopped beside Neville. "Molly wants you two inside. She said if her future daughters and son in laws are going to be coming over, she wants the house to shine," she said, chuckling as Harry and Ron groaned.

"Bloody hell, not again!" Ron exlaimed, slumping his shoulders.

"It's gonna be like before Bill and Fleur's wedding all over again," Harry sighed as he and Ron walked past her into the house, stopping to prop their brooms up by the door.

After the two were in the house for a few moments, Hermione realised that Neville hadn't said anything to her yet. So, she decided to take the first step. Turning toward him, she smiled brightly.

"How've you been, Neville?" she asked, pulling her cardigan tighter around her.

Neville turned to face her and smiled shyly. "Pretty good," he said. "You?"

"Good," she said, looking down at the ground.

Hermione and Neville stood in silence for a few moments before Hermione threw her hands up, startling Neville. "For Merlin's sake! We've known each other for almost nine years. This shouldn't be awkward," she said.

"Yeah, I know," Neville nodded. "But it is."

Hermione nodded at that. "So awkward," she said. "We just need to get past this. We'll be fine."

"Right," he said. Catching the sight of the plant he'd brought, he held it out to Hermione. "Um...this...this is for you," he said.

"Oh? Well, thanks, Neville," she smiled, taking the plant with both hands. "It's pretty. I've never seen a Venus plant that was pink before," Hermione said, gasping as the Venus now turned a light blue with hints of pink in the tips of the flower. "What the..."

"It's called a Mood Venus," Neville interrupted. ''The leaves change color based on the moods of the person closest to it," he said.

"So..what color is blue, then?" she asked, still examining the plant.

"Well, that shade of blue is happiness, and the pink is...uh...nervous," he said, blushing.

Hermione smiled as she had noticed the plant was completely pink when he handed it to her, meaning he was nervous, too. Although she knew she shouldn't be, she found herself happy that he was nervous.

"That is really cool, Neville," she said. "I'll just take this up to my room, and then...would you like to...to take a walk?" Hermione asked hesitantly. "We can talk and try to get past this weird, awkward vibe."

"Sounds like a good idea, Hermione," Neville smiled, nodding.

"Alright," she smiled. "Um...just give me a minute," Hermione said. She took her wand out of her cardigan pocket and disappeared.

Once Hermione was gone, Neville let out a breath of relief. He was still nervous, but Hermione had been right. They needed to get past all this awkwardness. And, he knew they'd be able to. After all, they were going to be married, and eventually have kids. They had to get on smoother ground.

Kids.

The thought of having kids with Hermione made Neville smile wider. He could already picture a little girl with her mother's curly hair and his eyes. And maybe a little boy who looked like his mum with his hair. He could teach them all about plants, and Hermione could teach them about...everything else. The four of them, sitting around the dinner table. Christmas morning, being woken up by their kids jumping excitedly on the bed. Birthday parties with Harry and Ron's kids. Sending them all of to Hogwarts.

'I'm gonna have kids with Hermione!' he thought, a goofy smile appearing on his face as he stared out into the distance.

That made Neville realise he'd get to have sex with Hermione. He'd be the man to know how she looked in all her natural glory. To know how she felt against him. How she tasted. How she looked when she came apart around him. To know how she sounded during the heights of pleasure. To know how she looked after a passion filled night. Or morning, even. Afternoons...

Coming back to reality at the sound of a door closing, he quickly reached down and subtly readjusted his pants.

Up in her room, Hermione smiled as she sat her new plant on the dresser by the window. Only the first day of their new lives together, and already he was being thoughtful and sweet. Neville was showing that he was a good match for her. Then, as she gazed at the plant, she frowned as a thought occured to her. Should she have gotten him something as well? She probably should have. Well, there was no time to go shopping now. She'd have to give him something she already had, but what?

Looking around her room, she saw a framed picture she could give him. She thought it would be a good gift for him.

It was a picture of Harry, Ron, Luna, Ginny, Neville and herself at Bill and Fleur's wedding. She was sitting between the boys while Luna stood behind Harry with her arms around his neck. Ginny was standing behind Ron with a hand resting lightly on his shoulder and Neville stood behind Hermione with both his hands on her shoulders. Hermione remembered that he had been rubbing circles on her collarbone with his thumbs before the picture was taken. It was one of Hermione's favorite photos, and she wanted Neville to have it.

Smiling, she conjured up a small box and slipped the photo inside. She then added a red ribbon to the box, tying it shut. Satisfied with her gift, she put her wand back in her pocket and walked downstairs. Despite being of age, and a soon to be married witch, she wouldn't disrespect Mrs. Weasley or make her worry.

Seeing Mrs. Weasley cleaning the kitchen both by hand and with magic, Hermione went over to her.

"Mrs. Weasley?"she asked.

"Yes, dear?" Molly asked, turning from the stove to face her.

"Um...I know you need my help cleaning, but Neville's waiting for me outside, and we were going to go for a walk," Hermione said.

Molly waved Hermione's concern off. "Don't worry, Hermione. Go. You can help later," she said with a smile. "Would you like me to make you some sandwiches?" she asked.

"Oh, no, Mrs. Weasley. But thanks. I should be back in just a bit," Hermione said, smiling as she turned for the door.

"Hey, Neville. You ready?" Hermione asked as she walked up beside Neville.

"Yeah," he said, smiling at her.

"Great. I figured we could walk just up the road to a park and talk," Hermione said.

"Sounds good. Shall we go, then?" Neville asked.

"Yes, we shall," she nodded as they started walking.

Review please.

Hated to end it there, but if I continued it would've just gone on and on and...yeah.

Til next time!

XOXO - Onyx Obsidian