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"I don't understand Gin. I taught the last lesson and you saw how well that went."

"Just trust me on this one Neville, you need to teach Saturday's lesson. Besides, neither Luna nor I know how to do it. You're the only one that does and I think the Army would greatly benefit from learning how to do it."

"Do you realize how hard it will be for me to get the proper materials? To get them by Saturday…"

"I know you can do it Neville."

"This just seems ridiculous to me. Can't we wait and do this lesson after the holiday break? It's just so complicated-"

"What if I told you it would help you get Aubrielle back? You'd do anything to get her back, wouldn't you?"

Neville completely froze and looked his friend directly in the eyes. Hell, everyone knew he wanted Aubrielle back more than anything in his life. And yes, he would go to the end of the world to do so; she was absolutely worth it. If Ginny was telling the truth, and this could somehow help them get back together, he would do it. He would risk getting expelled so he could gain all the materials and he would break every school rule necessary to do so. She glared at him sharply. This was his best friend; he trusted her judgment and if Ginny thought this would work, than he would do it.

"I'll do it, but you have to help me get the supplies. That's the only way to make this happen on Saturday."

Ginny smirked at him mischievously and held out her hand towards the wizard to shake on the agreement.

"You've got yourself a deal Neville Longbottom."

(Saturday, November 1st)

The Gryffindor had dragged the desk to the front of the Room earlier that day and now he was nervously shaking behind it. He had all the materials set out in front of him, it had taken the wizard a great deal to acquire them all, and he was more prepared than ever. He just hoped that Ginny was right and that the day's lesson would make Aubrielle come to her senses. He looked over the materials again, for about the twentieth or so time today. The students started filling in the Room with curious expressions on their faces. They had been told the day prior that their wands would not be necessary for the day's lesson and instead to bring a scroll and quill. The members came in and Luna and Ginny ushered them to the rows of seats that the witches had set up. Once they all came in and got situated, Neville cleared his throat.

"Hey everybody. So I know you're all curious as to why you don't need your wands today and it's because you won't be learning a new spell. Instead, you will be learning how to make Doua Sansa. It's a reviving potion that can bring someone back to life even if they are a single breath away from death. If they have a pulse, they can be saved. I've made this potion once before and it actually saved the life of someone sitting in this Room…"

He trailed off as he lifted his head to look at Aubrielle. Her cheeks went pink when she realized that almost everyone was looking at her. Her normal hard exterior that she had towards Neville over the past couple days immediately softened and her eyes started to water.

'Yes,' thought the wizard, 'she's thinking about it. She's thinking about it. This might work after all.'

"I wanted you all to take notes today so that you wouldn't have to depend on your memory. Now, there are five ingredients to Doua Sansa: fluxweed, phoenix feather, dittany, moondew, and dragon blood…"

As Neville went through the procedure of how to make the potion, Aubrielle found her mind wandering back to her sixth year when Neville had saved her life. She had a flashback and Theo Nott's piecing eyes came into her head. He had hurt her so badly and she subconsciously reached her hand up and touched her chest. Her wound had healed marvelously but she still had a bit of permanent discoloration and an embarrassing scar. She rarely showed it to anyone and Neville and Nielah were the only ones who really knew about it besides her mother. She started feeling emotional as she reminisced about how devastated Neville had been when he saw her crumpled and barely breathing. By the way he had described it to her, she was extremely lucky to be alive. Madame Pomfrey had confirmed Neville's story, saying that she should have been dead, and Aubrielle's entire outlook on life changed. She was grateful to be alive and, when she was with Neville, she knew that every day with him was a pure blessing. She looked up at the wizard teaching the lesson and felt a single tear trail down her cheek. She still loved him, since love wasn't an emotion that one can just wash away in a matter of days, and she owed her life to him. She watched through glassy eyes as Neville grinded the ingredients together in the large wooden bowl. He was teaching enthusiastically as the students wrote down every word that came out of his mouth. The Ravenclaw couldn't help but smile at him as he showed the members the bowl. He was so proud of his Doua Sansa and she knew why. It was the potion that had saved his dream witch's life and he had done it solely by himself.

His dream witch; that was what he had always called Aubrielle. He always made it apparent to her how much she meant to him. He loved calling her pet names, like love, baby, or sweetheart and instead of calling her hot or sexy, he always used words like beautiful, gorgeous, or stunning. Aubrielle felt like pounding her head against the wall. He was such a gentleman and most girls would kill to have a guy care about them the way Neville cared about her. He was everything she could ever ask for in a man and she had broken up with him. She had pushed him out of her life right when she needed him the most. Her lips were quivering as the reality check smashed into her like a flying Bludger. 'I'm such an idiot! How could I let him go! How could I walk away from my rock?' She started analyzing their relationship ending argument in her mind. She let out a low moan as she replayed the day over and over again. He was sorry, he was really sorry, and all she did was continue to yell at the Gryffindor. She had even insulted his courage! Why had she been so harsh on him anyway? All because he was simply being a boy? She held her forehead as the emotion rushed through her. The seventh year finally saw the thing that everyone else had tried to show her. She was lost without Neville. Sure, Aubrielle could be an independent girl, but she was so much better when she was with Neville. Hell, there was a war hanging over her heads and if now wasn't the time to be with the ones they loved, well she didn't know when was.

She quietly pushed back her chair and Emolly gave her a worried look. The Ravenclaw was softly crying and the Slytherin was anxious to know what was happening. On one hand, she wanted to be there and console her friend but on the other hand, she really didn't want to deal with another Aubrielle break down. Aubrielle gave her friend a light, genuine smile, and leaned over to whisper in her ear, "I can do this myself," before quietly walking out of the Room.

Not even realizing that she had left, Neville finished up the lesson and smiled to everyone as he showed them his batch of Doua Sansa. The members applauded after finishing up the rest of their notes and the wizard gave them a slight bow. There was a sudden increase in noise as the students rolled up their parchments and broke into conversation about the day's evening plans. Ginny walked up to Neville and gave him a pat on the back.

"Good job Neville."

"Did it work? Do you think it'll help everything?"

"It definitely worked Neville. I was watching her the entire time. I saw it in her eyes. She never stopped thinking about you."

Neville's face lit up with hope. "Where is she now? Should I go talk to her?"

"She walked out, crying, about ten minutes ago. She probably needs a shoulder to lean on…"

Ginny got quiet and winked at him. He took the hint and walked out of the Room. He let the doors disappear behind him and soon there was silence. He slowly wandered down the hallway, keeping his ears open for the sounds of crying, and gravitated towards the cove where he and Aubrielle had their first fight. He stopped short when he heard a soft whimper. She was right there and he wanted nothing more than to run to her and wrap her in his arms. He knew it wasn't that simple, unfortunately, so he approached cautiously. She heard someone coming and stiffened. She slowly slid her wand out of her pocket and gripped it tightly. She pointed it towards the opening of the cove and jumped as she saw Neville come into view. He immediately shot his hands up in defense and to show her that he meant no harm. She quickly lowered her wand but she didn't lower her guard. Oh no, that was still kept high.

Neville looked at her hopefully before speaking.

"Can…can I sit down?"

The Ravenclaw moved over on the stone bench, making room for the Gryffindor. He sat down and put his hands in his lap. They were literally itches apart and he desperately wanted to reach out and touch her. Run his fingers through her hair, brush them against her cheek…

"I'm s-sorry."

The words came out her mouth so quickly that they startled him. He turned to look at her but she was staring at the ground. She inhaled deeply before continuing.

"I'm sorry. I was so stressed from school and the war and the Army…that hearing that, hearing that you told Dean and Seamus those things…well it put me over. Now I realize that I was just being over dramatic-"

"No you weren't Aub-"

"Let me finish."

He shut his mouth and she took a deep breath. He wanted her back so badly that he would do anything she told him to. He sat there patiently with his heart pounding in his chest. The witch turned to look at him and his breath hitched. Her hazel eyes were glistening from the moisture in her eyes and her lips were barely parted. In other words, she was beautiful even when she was crying and Neville wanted to just lean over and kiss her. It took all his will power to not do so and he waited for her to finish her thought.

"I was being over dramatic. You know it, I know it, everyone knows it. Neville, I love you. I love you so much and I can't go through this school year without you. I can't go into this war without you. I know that I put us both through Hell and I can't say it enough…I'm so so so… sorry. I-I want you back Neville. I understand if you're mad at me and you don't want to…"

Neville was shaking on the bench. She wanted him back! She wanted them back together and he could barely contain himself. He had been fighting the urge for far too long and his instinct took over. He quickly reached his hand out, cupped her face, and kissed her. The second their lips connected it felt as if electric shocks were shooting through his body. He had missed the feeling so much that he wanted to stay in the position forever. He pulled away but left his lips dangerously close to hers. He spoke to her in a whisper and the brushing of his lips sent Aubrielle's head reeling.

"I love you Aubrielle and I want you back too, more than anyone could ever know. Listen, you are by far the best thing that has ever happened to me and I'll go to Hell and back before I let you slip away again. I promise to do whatever it takes to make us-"

But he was cute off by Aubrielle's lips. She pounced on him out of nowhere, but to be frank, Neville wasn't complaining. The Ravenclaw knew right there that they were going to get through this and she couldn't help herself. She brought her arms up and wrapped them around his neck and Neville soon had his arms circled around her waist. They broke for air and rested their foreheads against each other. Aubrielle spoke in a dreamy trance but there was still spark behind her voice.

"Neville Longbottom, will you please be my boyfriend again?"

He was only too eager to reply, "Yes…yes…yes…"

And before he could even think; they were snogging again.

(Sunday November 2nd)

Aubrielle moved back into the Room of Requirement the following day but she wasn't quite ready to start sharing a bed with Neville again. So for the time being she was back with Emolly and the two witches continued to have their little sleepovers. The wizard completely understood the Ravenclaw's caution and he was just glad to have her back as his girl again. After the couple came back into the Room the day before, holding hands, the atmosphere lifted immediately. Emolly and Ginny beamed at each other and high fived, ecstatic to know that their plan had worked.

Now, Aubrielle was sitting on her double cot with a hairband in her mouth. Nielah was situated on the floor by her feet and the seventh year was French braiding her younger sister's long locks. Aubrielle's nail polish was chipped but Neville could still see the flecks shine a pearly pink. She deftly wove her fingers through the fifth year's dark hair, creating a beautiful braid. She took the elastic out of her mouth and tied off the end. She patted her sister on the shoulder and Nielah stood up and used her portable mirror to inspect Aubrielle's work.

"Looks good Aubs. Thank you."

"No problem Nie."

The younger witch went off to work on some schoolwork and Neville took the girl's absence as his moment to just sit and talk with his girlfriend. 'Girlfriend.' He always got giddy when he reminded himself that they were together again. He walked over to the cot and sat down next to Aubrielle. She turned and smiled at him before giving him a small peck on his clean-shaven cheek. He took her hand and held it in his; lacing their fingers together. The Ravenclaw rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and sucked in the moment. She felt whole again, like the other half of her heart was finally working properly. Aubrielle had definitely learned the meaning of, 'you don't know what you have until it's gone' over the past couple of days. She promised herself to never act on impulse again.

"I'm sorry Neville."

"Aubrielle, do you realize how many times you have said that in the last two days?"

"A lot…"

"And what do I say every time you repeat yourself?"

"That everything is fine, that you love me, that I should stop blaming myself-"

"Exactly. So for the love of Merlin Aubrielle, would be please stop saying that?"

The Ravenclaw looked up at him warily, she still felt absolutely terrible but if he wanted her to stop, she would.

"O-okay. Sorr-"

"Aubrielle!"

They both started chuckling and Neville placed a gentle kiss on his girlfriend's temple. He had wanted to ask her something since the day before and alone time was rare so he decided to take this opportunity to do so.

"Hey, love, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course." Aubrielle smiled when she heard the pet name. It gave her little twitches in her stomach.

"What made you change your mind? Why did you suddenly decide to take me back?"

The witch snorted and leaned into him again, "Well first off, I just want to let you know that the second I broke up with you, I regretted it. I wanted to run after you and take it all back but I didn't want to seem like I was weak. I thought the break would be good for us but I was wrong. You're my rock. How does someone function with their rock gone? Anyway, I was miserable without you. And then that lesson yesterday…the one about Doua Sansa…it made me remember Theo. It made me remember that day in the Quidditch locker rooms and my wounds. It made me remember the pain I was in and my body giving up. It made me remember how you saved my life." She looked up at him seriously. "If it weren't for you Neville, I would be dead and you know it. It made me think about how lucky I am to have you in my life. With everything that's going on, with this war that is nearing everyday, I thought it would be easier to be on my own so I could concentrate. I just thought that a relationship would be too distracting. But now I see. I don't know how many days I have left. If this war were to hit us tomorrow, I don't know if I would make it out alive. It's better that I'm with you, to show you how much I love you. If I were to die next week-"

"Please don't say that."

"But it's true! If I were to die next week, I want to spend every waking moment with the people I love. I love you Neville and I need you."

He swiftly wrapped the witch up into his arms the second he saw her eyes water up. She buried her face in his chest as the reality hit them both. It was evident that a war was heading towards them but what wasn't so foreseeable was who would make it out alive or dead.

Well to be honest, I'm not sure if I like the chapter or not. Hmmmmmm critique would be very appreciated. Review for a chunk of the next chapter!