Neville looked up at Snape's tone, and swallowed slightly, "Of course you haven't forgotten, but there are no hard feelings, right? I mean, that last year...," and Neville let his voice trail off as he thought about the efforts they all had made to try to help Harry. He didn't regret any of it, not one bruise or sore limb or nose. Neville didn't feel as nervous as he remembered being so close to that damned snake, "I guess we both know there was a reason for some to rise to the occasion as it were," and he glanced down, "Even if it didn't save him in the end," and he looked up, "Harry I mean."
Neville sat back, and his tone was more serious, "But that's all in the past and there is no need for that kind of mischief and mayhem, not in the least. I'm going to take it seriously, and personally, if we have students from my House making your life hell," and he paused and added, "Now."
Neville could not hide the smirk that curled his lips, "I am not going to tell the Weasleys anything of the sort. Do you want me to throw down the gauntlet?! They get even a sniff of it and I expect they'll be passing out things worse than exploding snaps for free to Gryffs!"
Neville was still grinning but he shook his head, "I'm not interested in a new battle beginning, with any House. I thought we were striving to tear down those barriers, to some degree?" and his question was honest; he thought the sterio-types were changing to some small degree or at least the open hostilities. Those emotions were motivated by Voldemort, he thought, although he could be wrong. That notion of Pure-blood superiority still seemed to be lingering about.