You sat at your deck, your head down. You had a bad day, and Neville wasn't there to cheer him up. Or so you thought. He entered your dorm silently and approached his desk, only to hear you whimper and a few sniffles...you had been crying. His heart melted, and all he wanted to do was cuddle and snuggle you. But he couldn't do that. He has a mission. He made a bet with Fred and George that you couldn't....uh...you know...get you--know what I'm just gonna shut up. He had to do it.