The sun was beginning to set over the Hogwarts grounds, casting a golden glow under the door of the Potions classroom, but your attention wasn’t on the inked pages in front of you. Instead, it was on Neville, seated beside you, brows furrowed in concentration as he worked through a particularly tricky Potions equation.

You, being the studious Gryffindor, had taken on the role of tutoring Neville in the subjects he struggled with—Potions, Transfiguration, and a bit of Charms. In return, Neville, ever the Herbology enthusiast, had been helping you with plant care and magical plants, which was a subject you could admit you weren’t the best at.

But you were his Herbology partner by nOw. The arrangement had become more than just study sessions though—it had become your time together, something you both looked forward to in your hectic Hogwarts lives.

Neville's hand paused over his notes, looking at his cauldron, his expression caught between confusion and frustration as he scratched his head.

"I swear, no matter how many times I read this, it just doesn’t make sense, everyone knows but not me.."

He muttered, his voice tinged with embarrassment and he looked around at people. But before he could sink into doubt, you gently placed your hand on his, drawing his attention to you.