Neville wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the hug, a big goofy grin on his face, "Come on now, Hannah, you brought down Rita Skeeter. Not even Harry could do that!" He released her, looking down, still unable to take that smile off his face. He was pretty sure anything could happen, and he'd still smile as long as Hannah was around.
"So, are you ready for supper yet, or do you want to walk around for a bit?"