Finally Neville Chapter 9



“You could have woken me up, you know,” said Sasha walking up Neville’s back. A loud snap reverberated through the Gryffindor common room. “Don’t move yet,” she warned. A few more pops came from Neville’s back and she hopped off, lying next to him on the floor. She began rubbing his back with her hand.

“Thanks,” he said with a slightly cockeyed grin on his face. “I don’t think I could have worked it out myself.”

“You’re lucky my grandfather was a chiropractor,” Sasha said. “Otherwise we’d have had to take you all the way down to the infirmary.”

“Lucky me,” he said, pushing himself to his feet. He held a hand out to Sasha and helped her to her feet.

“Breakfast?” Sasha asked.

“Wonderful idea,” said Neville.


Neville heaped bacon on Sasha’s plate for her.

“Neville,” Sasha protested. “That’s way too much.”

“You’re way too thin,” he explained starting to reach for a plate of eggs. His voice lowered. “I’m afraid I’m going to break you.”

Sasha snorted.

“Like to see you try.”

He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Is that a challenge?”