"Hannah," Neville said, his tone serious even as his eyes met hers, "You are the one for me. That must be why it feels so incredibly....right," he said, searching for the word that had lost him as she had traced his lips.
He caught her fingertips in his mouth, sucking on them as his eyes never left hers. He finally let them go, and he moved towards her, and gave her lips a kiss, lingering even as he stretched to reach her.
"I do need you. Like I've never needed anything before, Hannah. This is new to me as well," he said, kissing her again, "But I think I could practice it more and more, Merlin willing."
He'd never felt so bold, or impish; he couldn't remember being quite so honest with any girl before, ever. And it came easily, in this moment; a bond of strong trust seemed to have bloomed between them the moment they had met again.