It had been a tough few days since you and Cedric had ended things. The quiet between you both had become overwhelming, yet the decision felt inevitable. You spent time in the library, trying to focus on anything but the ache in your chest.

One afternoon, Neville sat beside you. His kind, gentle presence was a comfort as you stared out the window at the falling snow.

—"How are you doing?" Neville asked softly.

—"I’m okay," you replied, forcing a smile.

Neville looked at you with a serious expression, his eyes showing a hint of something deeper.

—"You know, I’ve always cared about you," he said, his voice quiet. "I should have told you earlier, but I didn’t want to get in the way."

You blinked in surprise. You had never thought of Neville in that way before, but now, something in his eyes made you pause.

—"I’ve always wanted to be with you," Neville continued. "I just never thought I’d have the chance."