Neville had been sitting at the computer, trying not to be amused at other people's discomfort. He knew it could have just as easily have been him. Or worse, Ginny. Could he stand looking at someone he cared that much for as a man? Oh, sure, he'd still adore her and all but... No. It would be way too weird. That didn't stop him from having a slight giggle on Ron's part, though.
When he heard the door open, he didn't even look up. The only person who would come in without knocking first was the one person he'd told that it was all right for them to do so. And she did it, from time to time, and he was okay with that. It wasn't like he was the sort to run around in his shorts or anything, so she wasn't likely to catch him doing anything embarrassing.
But when she practically sang out happily, he looked up and turned around, surprised. "It's not my birthday," he protested. "Luna said..." And then he paused. "Oh Merlin, Ginny, what happened?" She was all white, practically from head to toe. Okay, that was an exaggeration, but she still had plenty of thick white patches. And there were marks on her cheeks and the ends of her hair looked burnt. She hadn't looked that bad after the bloody war! "Are you okay?"
He was so concerned, he didn't even notice the plate she held.