"Oh my God." whispered Neville.
"Oh my God!" gasped Sasha.
Neville grabbed at the comforter and pulled it over his lap. He realised Sasha was staring at him strangely. He looked down to see that Scallias Slippery Slider had rolled down his chest in the frantic grab for the comforter and now lay in his lap, bright white in contrast to the deep burgundy comforter. He hastily flung it across the room, knocking over a stack of booksDeanDean Thomas' bed.
Sasha was desperately trying not to laugh. 'Well, at least he knows what it's for and hasn't sprained anything yet' she thought madly to herself.
"Haven't you heard of knocking?" Neville blurted out. Inwardly he groaned to himself. 'Smooth Longbottom, real smooth.'
Sasha froze. 'Oh that was bad,' she thought to herself. 'Badbadbadbadbad'
"I'm sorry!" she blurted out. She would've run out had it not been for the door that she had allowed to close behind her. Instead, she smashed face first into the door of the dormitory.
She sat down hard and her head began to spin.
"By Merlin, Sasha! Don't move!" Neville yelped. Blood flow back to normal, if not a little....well a lot tender, Neville lept from his bed and ran to her side. "Are you alright - no! Don't move. Just give it a second."
He put a hand on her back and took one of her hands.
"Are you alright? I-I-I didn't mean to startle you. You just surprised me." Neville explained.
Sasha began to giggle uncontrollably.
"No kidding. Did you break anything?"
"Just some books," he mumbled. "They'll be fine - By Merlin your eye's all swelled!"
He looked up at the door.
"Did you bang it on the cloakhook?"
"Must've," Sasha mumbled.
"You should sit over here," Neville said as he helped her up. She swooned and he put his arm around her. "I'll get some ice, I think it'll be alright if we do it now. Unless...I could take you to the infirmery?"
"No," said Sasha firmly when she realised he was going to sit her on the edge of his bed. "But where are you going to get ice?"
"It pays to share a room with Harry Potter." Neville stated.
Neville walked over to a shoebox shaped box built into the wall. Sasha watched as Neville picked up a quill, turned it upside down and dipped it into a dish of water. As he n ton to write on the panel on the front of the box in water, dark purple letters began to appear.
I - C - E
He wiped the feather dry on the hem of his pyjama top and placed it back on Deans desk. Sasha watched curiously as Neville stood in front of the box waiting expectantly. A small bell began to ring from within box.box. Neville opened the front of the box to reveal a small shelf with a chunk of ice on it.
"What is that?" Sasha asked.
"Harry has thiuse-use-elf, Dobby, that follows him around," Neville began as he pulled a sock out of a trunk at the foot of his bed. "Don't worry, its clean. Anyway, last Christmas Harry gives him a load of socks and some earmuffs and mittens. Dobby thinks this is so great and he has to compensate in some way. Harry tells him no, but Dobby comes back with this box and nails it to the wall. We all thought he was mad but then he showed us how to work it."
He gently tilted Sashas head back and set the pack on her eye.
"What is it?" Sasha asked.
"A direct line to the kitchen," Neville said with a smirk.
Sasha began to laugh. "You had better not let Hermione know."
"I know," said Neville. "No one is supposed to know, otherwise everyone would want one."
A clap of thunder shook the tower and sheets of rain began slapping across the windows. Sasha and Neville both jumped. Their heads collided.
"OW!" they concurantly yelled.
"Are you alright?" they asked each other.
Then they began to laugh.
Sasha looked at Neville. He still had a round face, but had gotten much taller and leaner. He was still a little soft around the middle, but his sholders were broad. The corners of his blue eyes crinkled as he laughed and he still had a dusting of freckles scross his nose.
And she loved him.
And he was so cute.
So she kissed him.
'He looks stunned,' she thought to herself.
Then he kissed her.
'She looks stunned,' he thought to himself.
"Are you hungry?" he asked her in a strangely high pitched voice.
He went back to the box and began scribbling madly. A soft ding resounded seconds later and Neville returned with a couple of pork pies and pumpkin juice.
"Wow, thanks!" Sasha grinned.
They ate in silence as the storm raged on.
Finally, Sasha couldn't stand it anym
"I think it's going to go on all night," she speculated.
"Well...'" started Neville. "You could stay here if you're afraid to be alone."