Her hand fit in his. It was strange, it did feel so right. She gave him a shy smile as they moved around, following his sure lead. She knew that it would be something that was sweet, gentle. That was all that Neville was, sweet and gentle, kind and forgiving. He truly didn't have a mean bone in his body, even in all the fighting that had occurred in their short lives, he was not a man made for violence.
She smiled to him as they moved together in a slow circle through the large room. It was a nice and simple enjoyment of each other. The dinner had been wonderful and catching up had been nice, but this was the best part so far.