Harry awoke the next morning with someone's arms around her. At first she jumped slightly, but then relaxed as she breathed in the familiar scent of her friend.

That scent of soil, flowers and water. Something so natural and yet calming.

She kept her eyes closed as she snuggled in closer to that scent, burying her head in Neville's chest. After a few moments, she realized that the young man was awake, combing his hand through her long hair.

"Good morning." He said quietly, hardly above a whisper.

Harry looked up at Neville and smiled, "Good morning."

They simply lay there, enjoying the other's presence and touch.

But suddenly, they weren't the only one's in the room, and a pair of big green eyes were staring at them.

Harry nearly screamed when she saw Darcy. She bolted upwards and then blushed furiously as she remembered that she didn't have a shirt on. She placed her arms across her chest in an attempt to be somewhat decent. Neville just watched Harry quietly, and then turned to the House-Elf.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Breakfast is ready now, Sir. When Sir and Miss did not arrive on time, Mistress became worried and sent Darcy. Darcy will tell Mistress that Sir and Miss are coming down."

Neville nodded and then the elf disappeared. The teen then looked at Harry and let out a sigh.

"I guess you're never going to get used to House-Elves just popping in and out of a room, are you?"

"No, I rather doubt it…" Harry answered, relaxing slightly but still keeping herself covered up.

"The House-Elves practically raised me. Well, until I was about ten." Neville let out a chuckle. "My Gran loves me, but she couldn't stand looking at me after Lestrange cruciod my parents. I kept reminding her of my dad, and she couldn't stand it. So it became Darcy's job to take care of me. It may seem sad to you, but I don't really see it that way. It was… necessary, in an odd way…

"Sorry, I'm rambling." Neville let out another chuckle. "Look, why don't you borrow one of my shirts for the morning and then you can take a shower and change, okay?"

Harry nodded slowly and then inched off of the bed. She went over and got a shirt out of the drawer, pulled it over her head, and looked at herself in the mirror.

"It's a little big, but it will be okay…" Harry commented to herself.

((The Pretender))

Two weeks passed by at the Longbottom household. Harry had owled Remus about the opening of her wounds, but reassured her that she was fine, just that the girl needed more of that specific potion from Severus.

Harry and Neville had become inseparable. They worked for hours in the greenhouse, sharing stories and just plain goofing off. Evenings were often spent in Neville's room reading or listening to music. Though, those nights were cut short by Mrs. Longbottom, whom had found them snuggled up in the bed together one morning when they had fallen asleep while listening to Neville's most recently acquired record. The woman had been irate and ranted for about two hours. A curfew was then set up in which the older woman would check and make sure that the two teenagers were in their respective beds at precisely ten o'clock. House-Elves were also posted at the doors.

"She's a little nutters, 'Ville, just thought that you would like to know that." Harry said as she looked over her book at the teen.

"I know, but she means well…" Neville defended lamely. "At least she doesn't have a House-Elf watch us whenever we are alone. If she did that, then I'd check her into St. Mungo's."

Harry laughed lightly and then looked at the clock. "Hmm… It is nine fifty-five. Time for me to go. Good night 'Ville."

The girl got up and was about to reach out for the door when she heard Neville get up.

"W-wait…" the boy said as he walked up to her. He bit his lip and his cheeks were slightly pink. He lowered his head and then pecked Harry on the cheek.

Harry blinked, her emerald eyes wide at the gesture. A smile then broke out on her face and she brushed her lips against his in a light kiss.

"Ahem."

Harry and Neville broke apart, looking towards the voice that came from the doorway.

There, with her arms across her chest, her foot madly tapping and one eyebrow quirked, was Mrs. Longbottom.

"Um. I was just… leaving…" Harry said as she felt her face turn red. She then bowed her head and ran out of the room.

The older woman waited until she heard the slam and lock of the door before she entered her grandson's room and rounded on him.

"And just what was that about, Neville Longbottom?" she demanded, her eyes narrowed.

"It was just… I dunno, a good night kiss I guess." Neville shrugged.

"Look at me when I am talking to you, boy." Mrs. Longbottom said.

Neville complied.

"Do you have any sense in you? You were kissing Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived! What on earth compelled you to do that?"

"I didn't, Harry-"

The woman cut him off with a quick glare, "I will not have you going off about some girl. You still have two years of schooling left. You have enough troubles in your classes as it is! If you have a girl distracting you, Merlin knows what will happen! You would probably get kicked out!

"Your father would never have done this. He would have had a lot more sense. He didn't go out with your mother until they graduated. He paid attention to his studies. Not some girl or some stupid flowers. And may I remind you that Harry is a boy! He may not look like one, but he is! How on earth are you going to continue the family line! Obviously your parents can't have another child, it is up to you! And you go around with someone who will never be able to-"

"SHUT UP!" Neville screamed at the top of his lungs. He took a few ragged breaths and then glared at his grandmother.

"Look, I am not my father. I may be a failure to you and I have an interest in things other than Defense Against the Dark Arts, but I am doing what I want to do! I am not going to be ruled by what my father did! I am not going to do something just because you want me to do it! I am not a trained dog, damn it!

"And seriously, is that all you care about? The continuation of the Longbottom family? You care about that more than me. That is totally screwed up, you know? You would rather me be miserable in a marriage with six kids than be happy with a wife who is sterile and a couple adopted ones? Well, you know what, I don't think I am going to do that! I am tired of you bringing me down and trying to take charge of me. It is my life. My life! Emphasis on the 'my'. Not yours! Not dad's! Mine!"

Neville took in a deep breath and then sighed. "Now, I am going to go to sleep. Good night, Grandmother."

With that, Neville closed the door in his grandmother's face.

Conditions Met:

1. More than one character must have their gender switched.
2. They are switched involuntarily.
3. Snape gets somebody to love.