Neville felt a little nervous under her gaze. No one had ever looked at him like that before. Other than his Gran and the boys he lived with, few people had even seen him without a shirt on, especially since he'd been scarred. The way she looked at him though, even when she noticed the scars, just made his stomach flutter. Most of the people who'd seen them had either ignored them or asked where they came from, pitying him after he explained. She did neither and he was thankful, sometimes he just wanted people to accept them and move on, like she had.
He wanted to pull her back to him as soon as she moved away, glad she didn't stay for long. He put his hands on her hips as she straddled his own, returning her kiss happily.