Finally Neville Chapter 8
Sasha held Neville’s hand and guided him toward a co of of empty seats in the Gryffindor section of bleachers in the Quidditch field.
Ginny Weasley sat nearby and waved them over.
“Too bad they won’t let you play,” said Sasha breathlessly as she and Neville sat down beside her.
“I get to be seeker next year,” said Ginny shrugging. “Harrys better than I am.” She nodded towards the players taking their positions above the field.
“There goes the snitch,” said Neville, pulling a bag of crisps out of his pocket and handing the bag to Sasha.
She ripped the corner of the bag open and offered a crisp to Ginny. Ginny handed her a pair of omnioculars.
“Where did you get these?” Sasha marveled.
“They’re Harrys,” Ginny explained. “I’m using Ron’s and Harry can’t use them while he’s playing.”
“Might help him find the snitch,” said Neville reaching for the bag of crisps.
“He’s got a point,” Sasha said as Ravenclaw scored again.
“Tough break,” said Neville shaking his head as the Gryffindor team returned to the common room.
“You were robbed,” said Ginny, sticking her chin out.
“They won fair and square,” said Harry sheepishly.
“If you hadn’t gotten hit with that bludger and your glasses hadn’t fallen off you would have been able to get the snitch,” said Sasha.
Harry began to laugh.
“That would’ve been half the game!”
“You sure did get knocked arouut tut there,” said Hermione shaking her head.
“We’ll never have beaters like the twins again,” Seamus sighed.
“I’m going to bed,” said Ron, broom swung over his shoulder. Harry followed him up the stairs.
Neville walked over to the sofa in front of the fire and sat down, gazing at the flames. Sasha joined him as the rest of the Gryffindors climbed up the stairs to go to bed.
Neville wrapped an arm around her and she snuggled up to him.
“We never had a chance, anyway,” said Neville softly. He looked down at Sasha and saw her eyes were closed.
“Sasha?” Neville asked softly.
Sasha didn’t reply.
Neville smiled down at her gently and settled himself into the couch.
“If I have a crick in my back tomorrow I’m making you fix it,” he whispered into her soft brown curls.