Hannah giggled, too, catching Neville's hand and holding it again. They used to be just friends because they both loved herbology (and Professor Sprout, but who didn't?!), and maybe there was the tiniest thanks to the war that there had been an awful seventh year that had made their friendship deeper and more intimate, because honestly, Hannah couldn't imagine not having him in her life, exactly like this, exactly this close.
She rested her head back on his shoulder and smiled, cuddling back to him. "That's what I want to do, too."