When it came, dinner was as delicious as anticipated, and Neville was grateful for the focus required in managing knife and fork, the pauses in conversation to appreciate a good meal. He offered Hannah a forkful of paella, drawing the tines back delicately from her lips. He thought about kissing her, and ate faster.
Neville didn't worry if it would be strange. It seemed to him the most natural thing in the world to pair yourself with your dearest friend as he was a gentleman and more of a Pureblood than many might presume. His world was a small one, but even if he had the whole of the globe to choose from, as so many Muggles could boast, Neville would still have waited for Hannah.