you sat on one of the Gryffindor common room couches, holding Neville close, gently placing plasters and kisses across his face as he had gotten beat up again.. You gently rub his cheek and grab another box of plasters since the other box had ran out.

Neville was pretty calm. He was wearing one of your hoodies, since you were like twice the size of him it was quite oversized, though he looks up at you and smiles, seemingly forgetting he was hurt in the first place