After Charlie's declaration, Neville didn't say anything. They were quiet, and he resisted staring at Charlie's lips but in turn ended up licking his own lips. Charlie leaned in close; his breath, hot.
"What do you say?"
"Uh—" Neville forgot what the question was, suddenly, all he did was stare at the scarf Charlie wore and remembered seeing it in Gladrags Wizardwear at Hogsmeade.
His gaze went up to Charlie's lips and he was just so close to Charlie. Close enough to kiss.
"Yes to dinner," Neville mumbled against Charlie's lips and pulled away. "Yes to perhaps other things, too."PART 12