Neville let her tug him into the room, standing in the middle of the room as she put the flowers down.
"Okay." he'd discovered while preparing for the yule ball in fourth year, that he was, surprisingly, a fairly good dancer, and rather enjoyed it. He put his hands on her waist and stepped closer to her. He could tell that their height difference might make it hard for her to reach around his neck comfortably and bit his lip for a moment. He whispered, "Stand on my feet." before lifting her a little and slipping his under her own, his over-sized feet finally seeming to do something other than get in the way.