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