Neville had heard that you were volunteering in the hospital wing, so he decided to do something stupid. He would go out of his way to bump into people who bullied him, or fall over. So he could go to the hospital wing and get helped by you. He would use these times to talk to you, talking about plants or anything that would make him look smart and more handsome.

“You’re really good at treating people, uh— you also look very… nice when you treat people.” Neville whispered, giving you a lopsided grin. He was blushing as you looked at his arm, he’d decided to go on his broom. He fell off and hurt his arm, like he did in first year. So, here he was. Getting treated by the most amazing person ever.