Neville was glad he was getting the drinks during the public display of affection, or he might have decided to escape then and there. Not that he wanted to begrudge Harry any happiness, but Merlin, it just would have made him feel more rotten than before. He was never one for public affection, and the fact that Zach was giving him exactly anything but affection, well, it would have just made him feel worse.
Lucky for Neville, he came back just after, handing everyone drinks and trying his best not to look at Zach when he sat back down. If they weren't making eye contact, that was fine. Besides, he'd gotten himself an extra shot, fully intent to be numb before midnight. He watched Zach turn to look at him as he spoke and couldn't help but immediately making eye contact, despite his best attempts at not doing exactly that. He waited for the silver tipped tongue that he knew he was lucky to not heard too much of in the last few months, bracing himself for Zach's words, but... they didn't come. He frowned to smother any hopes he had left at this point and quickly took his shot, looking back at Jack and Harry, Ron and Hermione.
"Well, here's to keeping our resolutions then," he managed, raising his beer to everyone.