The night was cold, that was what everything felt like anymore. The fact that everything felt so wrong, that everything felt so dark and horrible, that the world seemed to be collapsing once again into total chaos was making Neville feel horrible. Not for himself, but for everyone else.
He swallowed as he appeared, feeling his robes settle behind him even as he rubbed at his neck and arm. Not because they were sore, but because the world had become a terrible place and he needed to remind himself he was still alive. Just then, though, he watched the door fling open and soon he was wrapping his own arms around her. He didn't know why, but somehow she felt warm, safe, and perfect in his arms.
He swallowed as he took her up and pressed his face against her neck, without even thinking as he just held her as securely as he could. All he could think was about everyone getting hurt, and how badly he wanted to be there for them, yet didn't know how at the moment. He suddenly felt weak. He ran his fingers up and down the slope of her back as he clung to her, almost as much in need of her touch as she seemed to be of his.
He felt selfish, suddenly feeling envious of the fact that he could only be with her as a friend, and immediately threw it out of his mind. It was selfish, wrong, and rude in this situation. He just knew that right now, he would like reassurance. Yet Hannah was that, even as just a friend, and that was something he would be grateful for his entire life.