Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or anything related to him.

Note: This was written for Fire the Canon's "50 Days of Inspiration" competition using the prompt fancy.

Warnings: n/a

Rating: K+

Characters: Neville/Hannah

Word Count: 474

"So, uh... what did you want to talk to me about?" Neville asked, looking around the rarely used hallway Hannah had brought him to when she led him away from his friends.

Hannah scuffed the ground with her shoe and was quiet for a bit. "I have to tell you that I fancy you."

Neville tried not to look surprised at that, nor disappointed at her word choice. "You have to?"

Hannah nodded. "Susan said if I didn't get over here and do it myself, she was going to come tell you, and I wanted to be the one to say it, so I have to do it now." She looked down at the floor and mumbled, "What happened to Hufflepuff loyalty?"

"So, uh, you do fancy me?" Neville asked hopefully

Hannah nodded, still not looking up. "I wasn't going to tell you yet, but Susan seemed to think it was a great time."

"Why though, I mean, it's not just the snake"-

Hannah was looking at him now, shaking her head side to side. "I fancied you for a while, before that even. You were nice and not arrogant, and this past year, you protected everyone and showed that you really care about people. I like your confidence too," she admitted as her gaze dropped back down to the floor.

Neville contemplated what she told him for a minute. He'd hadn't really thought about dating girls before. Early on, he was too shy to believe he could pull it off, and afterward, he was more focused on the war than his love life. Now that the option was in front of him, though, he could see that Hannah definitely a good candidate. She was nice, pretty, and the times they had spoken together, they seemed like they would get along well. Perhaps this was a good first step for healing after the war. He stepped forward and tentatively took her hand, causing her to look up at his face. "Hannah, would you like to go out with me?"

Hannah's eyes got wide and her lips moved, although no sound came from them. She took a deep breath, and this time a faint "yes" came out.

Neville grinned widely, and noted her nervously licking her lips. Studying her eyes to see if his guess was right, he realized that while she had the courage to admit that, she didn't have to courage to initiate the next step, even though she wanted to. Slowly, so as to give her a chance to change her mind if she so chose, he tilted his head down to hers, stopping just before their lips touched. Hannah obviously hadn't changed her mind as she immediately closed the distance between them, pressing her lips against his with a soft sense of urgency.

No one saw them again for several hours.