Finally Neville Chapter 11
“He did not!”
“He did too!”
“Let me see!”
“Ouch! That must have hurt!”
“Never knew he had it in him.”
“I did,” said Ginny. All the Gryffindor girls turned towards her.
“How did you know?” demanded Hermione.
“I grew up seeing the Longbottoms on a regular basis,” Ginny said. “Have you ever met Michael?”
“Who’s Michael?” Lavender demanded.
“Neville’s cousin. Biggest pervert I’ve ever met,” Ginny shook her head. “He’s few years older than us.”
“Why haven’t we met him?” Hermione asked.
“No talent at all,” said Ginny. “Kind of glad actually. Imagine what if he had gotten to know Fred and George well enough to help them with their gags.”
All the Gryffindor girls shivered.
“He could still design them,” insisted Hermione. “Just because he can’t do magic doesn’t mean-“
“Do you want to be surprised one afternoon because someone has replaced your panties with Ever Knotting Knickers?” asked Ginny.
Hermione started giggling.
“Don’t even suggest such a thing,” said Sasha, covering up the bruises on her shoulders.
“You really should put something on that,” Hermione advised.
“Sure,” Sasha said sarcastically. “I can see it now: ’Pardon Madame Pomfrey, do you have anything for boy bites?’ I’d get kicked out of school.”
“I don’t think there’s anything in the rules about biting another student,” said Lavender. “Might put Neville in a funny position, though.”
“I think Neville’s had all the funny positions he should have for today,” said Ginny laughing and ducking before the pillow even left Sasha’s hand.
“Said I needed to bite harder.”
“Did you use those thingies Mike sent you?”
“Yea. She liked them, but thought they were going to bite her or something. She doesn’t trust me.”
“I don’t blame her,” Ron laughed. Neville turned pink.
“It hasn’t got that bad has it?” Neville asked.
“How many cauldrons you melt last week?” Seamus asked.
“Three, but the last didn’t count,” Neville said sheepishly. “Malfoy threw something in my cauldron.”
Dean laughed. “You’re lucky she let’s you get near her!”
Neville accidentally bumped into Sasha at the breakfast table. She winced.
“I’m sorry,” he said a little too frantically.
“Neville, I’m fine,” Sasha grimaced and adjusted herself under her robes.
“I still think I should take you to the infirmary,” he whispered.
“I’m getting a potion later,” said Sasha. “Stop worrying. It just needs a few more hours to simmer.”
“Hermione?” Neville asked under his breath.
“Who else?” Sasha simply stated.
Neville was stunned. That potion took 12 hours to brew. They do talk in their sleep.