Neville hated to see her this way. He put his hands on the sides of her face. "Dem. I'm not going to let him find you. We'll figure something out. We can change the way you look, make your hair black, get someone to cast some glamours, hell if we need to i'm sure we could ask Hermione to make you some polyjuice potion or something." He was trying to stay calm but some of the anxiousness he was feeling seemed to be coming through in his voice.
He put his hand in hers and led her to one of the couches, sitting down and pulling her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her again. He knew it may have been a little bit more physical then they'd been before but he needed to hold her. "We'll figure something out Dem. We have to.