Neville had been on a break in the hydroponics fields, trading small jokes with the people he'd been set to work with for today. On a whim he checked his tablet, looking to see if anyone else had replied to his post from the day before, about the food shortage that they were looking at. He was concerned, but it was clear that the compound wouldn't go hungry. Things might be a little tight, but it wouldn't be too long before another wheat crop was harvested and the rationing would ease.
Neville scrolled through the entries, ones he'd already read, and paused at a familiar name. No, it wasn't someone mentioning Hannah; it was Hannah herself. Neville started to walk hurriedly towards the rest of the compound, waiting for her to tell him where she was. She finally did, and it wasn't long before he stood before her door, slightly sweaty from the work he'd done, his hands dirty from digging into the dirt. He wasn't looking his best, but it hardly mattered.
He knew now that he'd been an idiot, for nearly fifteen years, not asking Hannah to marry him so that they could really start their life together. It was especially true since they both wanted to be at Hogwarts, and it would be easier if they were married. Beyond that, he simply wanted to share everything about their life together, including a name, and it didn't matter which one. He hesitated, then knocked. She answered the door and Neville didn't wait. He stepped closer, drawing her into his arms and squeezing tight. "Good merlin, I have missed you, love."