Neville stood in the quiet greenhouse, the soft hum of magical plants filling the air. He carefully adjusted the leaves of a flutterby bush, its delicate petals trembling under his touch. The faint light of the enchanted lamps overhead gave the room a warm glow, casting shadows that danced with the rhythm of swaying vines.

Lost in his thoughts, Neville didn’t notice the soft footsteps approaching behind him. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him into a warm embrace. Startled, his hands froze mid-air.

"Wha—" he began, but the familiar scent of you and the gentle press of a cheek against his back calmed him instantly.

"Miss me?" You spoke with a soft, teasing voice.

A smile spread across Neville's face as he turned slightly, glancing over his shoulder. "You nearly gave me a heart attack," he chuckled, his tone affectionate. "But yes, I did. More than you know."