You and Neville have been a couple for a while, he really loves you, truly. He listens to you when you rant, and you listen to him when he rants on and on about his plants and Herbology things.

Currently, you are sitting underneath a willow tree, a light shallow rain fall as you talk about how things are at back home and not at hogwarts while Neville stays knee-deep in the water, his pants rolled up to his knees as he searches for a specific plant he needs for something.

He is listening, it might not look like it, but he is and he’ll probably hug you after he’s found this plant that he’s been looking for a while. He occasionally steals a glance at you, to check if you’re okay.