AN: Next one. It's Neville/Hannah, with the prompt nerves.
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(nerves)
"Wow."
Hannah giggles.
"Hi Neville."
Neville gulps.
"You look. Wow. I just. Wow."
Hannah giggles again.
Neville gulps and looks at his girlfriend. She is wearing a beautiful silver dress and her mother's pearls, and she is beautiful. Her cheeks are flushed, and he is sure his are too and he's trembling because he has never done something this big before.
(Of course, if Seamus were here he would probably point out that the entirety of Neville's last year was bigger than this moment, but for Neville this isn't the case.)
His heart is beating faster than it ever has and he is sure that Hannah will be able to hear it from the metre or two that she is away from him. This just makes him fidget even more, and his throat is dry, and good Godric, Neville wonders rather nostalgically if this is what his dad felt like when he asked his mum to marry him.
He tugs on his tie, because for some reason Hannah had convinced him to book a Muggle restaurant, and he gulps and holds out his hand and Hannah grabs on, kissing his cheek.
The box is burning a hole in his pocket and not for the first time, Neville wonders how on earth he is going to get rid of his nerves.
They Apparate into an alleyway just down from the restaurant, and in the moonlight Hannah looks so amazing that he can't help but kiss her, swiftly and strongly.
"You're beautiful." He whispers to her, his forehead resting against hers.
She reaches up to his cheek and kisses him softly.
"You're handsome." She replies. "And I love you."
Neville grins and kisses her again, and suddenly, he's not so nervous anymore.
Of course, Hannah says yes.