Week 1 of the Ship Til You Drop Competition - Dean/Neville
It was deep into the night when Neville took notice of the time. He was quite puzzled why Madam Pince hadn't even kicked him out of the Library yet. He checked his list and figured he just needed one last book to complete the list.
He walked cautiously towards the furthest Herbology aisle in search of the missing textbook pertaining to plants in the Middle East. When he did, he was left disappointed because he wasn't tall enough to reach it.
"Must-Reach-The-Book-" Neville persevered, his round face reddening with each word.
Neville almost gave up when he felt soft hands near his waist. He saw the person's other hand reach up to the book with much ease, handing it to him. Neville turned his face to identify the mystery man and was met by the warm lips of Dean Thomas, his roommate.
"D-Dean?" he stuttered out.
"I figured you needed the help." Dean whispered and slid his arms further on his waist in a tight embrace.