I set down my stuff in an old abandoned bedroom, glancing around at the thick layer of dust on everything. I eyed the bed suspiciously, and picked up the top quilt.
Sure enough, it was envoloped in dust too. I began shaking it out, coughing from the amount of dust that did come out. I didn't hear a knocking on the door, so the angel came right in, grabbed a corner, and began to shake.
I stopped for a second, and she followed. "Oh, hello Ginny." she smiled, and my knees buckled for a moment.
"Hey Neville. How've you been?" she asked, helping me put the quilt back on the bed.
"Okay, just on the run, you know. Usual stuff." she giggled, making me smile
"I want to thank you for sending me letters, Neville." she admitted. I smiled wider, how could you not?
"Thanks for sending some back." She returned the smile, though it was much more dazzling than mine, I'm sure.
"Ginny, who was that boy sitting next to Luna?" I asked. Ginny rolled her eyes.
"That was Timothy Adorefine, her cousin. He's okay, but he can be a royal pain in the-" but just as she was about to go on, Timothy walked in.
"Hello, Neville. How are you? I'm Timothy, Luna's cousin." He rambled, strolling in and shaking my hand. Ginny shot me a look saying, Told ya.
"Oh, hello Timothy. I'm good I guess." I said, trying to hold back my laughter from Ginny's look.
"Well, that's good!" Timothy said eagerly. He studied me for a second, then continued. "Wow, Ginny said that-"
"Timothy, let's leave Neville to sleep, shall we?" she said hastily, pulling Timothy by the hand out of the room. She was blushing, and though I'm sure she felt embarassed, she had never looked more lovely.
I sat down on the bed, and slipped off my shirt, ready to change, when I heard a knock. I got up to answer, and saw that Ginny was back. She glanced at my abs, then smiled, "Sorry about him, I told you he was a pain in the-"
"Would you like to come in?" I asked hastily, hoping she wouldn't think me rude, but I had to make sure if she still wanted to, otherwise she might run off again.
She smiled, and I sighed with relief as I opened the door to let her in.
"Neville, have you heard from Harry?" she tried to ask casually, but I noticed as she said 'Harry' she took in a sharp breath afterward.
I shook my head, I hadn't heard from him specifically. She sighed, and I had to ask, "He hasn't written to you?" She shook her head, again sighing.
How could he? She has been head-over-heels for him, and he doesn't even write? I'll, I'll,...but Ginny interrupted my thoughts.
"I understand, he's working, don't hate him for it." The look on his face hurt to see, thought Ginny. He looks like he's thinking about beating Harry up, (and even though I would almost do the same), it hurts so bad to see Neville hurting, not Harry.
I looked up at her, wishing I could hear her thoughts. "Sorry Ginny, I guess I'm just surprised." She gave me questioning look, so I went on, "You're his girl."
I clamped my mouth shut and turned red, How could I be so careless? She just giggled, still pretty as ever. "Neville, I'm not sure that's true anymore..."
I shook my head, "Yes it is, just you wait and see. Once this is all over, he'll be here for you."
But, I don't want to wait, thought Ginny. She looked up at Neville, realizing for the second time that Neville was the one who was always there, and it was Neville who was comforting her now, and maybe that's what she needed. It was close enough to what she wanted.
Ginny walked towards me, making my heart pound loudly in my bare chest. It was probably my imagination, but I couldn't help but think, Does she care for me that way?
She took my hand, and stood on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear...