Letter of Significance

Roses for flowers

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He had always loved Herbology. It was his passion, his first love.

His second love was Hannah Abbot.

It seemed fitting that he was in the greenhouses when he had first laid eyes on her. He was tending to a bed of lavender roses (his favourite kind) when she stumbled through the door with a bunch of hufflepuffs.

As soon as she looked at him with her gorgeous brown eyes he knew she was the one for him, that he would marry her.

Unfortunately, she never really spoke to him, never knew him properly, not until fifth year in their DA meetings.

Even then she chose to spend her time with Ernie Macmillan. It hurt him to know she didn't know he existed but still, it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, right?

Neville had always found it funny that the things he loved began with the letter H. Herbology, Hogwarts, Hannah and Hufflepuff. He knew he only loved Hufflepuff because it was her house but he loved it nonetheless. it seemed it was the only letter of significance in his life.

He was also in love with her scent. She smelled of warm summer days, freshly cut grass and lavender roses...

"Neville, can you help me with my Herbology report? I can't remember anything about mandrakes whatsoever!" she asked him shyly.

"Uhhh, y-yeah! Sure Hannah! Meet me in the library after transfiguration." He stammered.

"Okay, thank you SO much! See you later." She said before turning and running off to History Of Magic class.

Nothing could wipe the goofy smile from his face for the rest of the week.

Neville smiled as he remembered that day. It was the first time she had ever properly spoken to him and he would never forget the look of relief on her face when he had said yes. She was always so flushed when she spoke to him; and him to her.

Meant to be... he thought to himself dreamily.

He had never meant to act upon his feelings until he was certain of hers.

That changed after the Final Battle. They had sat in a corridor on the third floor and he had held her as she told him everything from her mother's death to her feelings about him, and how she had never felt so afraid than when he jumped out to kill the snake.

"I thought I'd lost you before I'd properly found you..." she told him.

He had never heard such sweet things said about him.

She had cried then, for her mother, for Neville, for Harry and in relief that "That monster" would never hurt anyone else.

She never really got over the death of her mother. At her funeral she laid black roses down on the tombstone and cried once more.

She did a lot of crying over those few months. Neville was always there, waiting to pick up the pieces, to calm her.

He sent her one lavender rose and one black rose every day, each with a message stating:

"A rose for my flower; do not give up on love and do not forget the war."

And she never did.

It was six months to the day after the Final Battle when she told him she loved him. It was a Sunday and it was snowing.

Hannah had woken up that morning and it had hit her. She was in love with Neville Longbottom. Geeky, timid, Neville Longbottom. And she realised; it had always been him. Ever since she laid eyes on him in the greenhouse that day in their first year she had loved him.

So now, when she looks down upon her daughter, Lavender Rose Longbottom, she knows that she would not have had her life turn out any other way.

So there you have it, my entry for Color in a Black-White World's Colored Roses Challenge. I'm not 100 percent sure about the last bit but I think I got my point across. Ish. Lol, Please rate and review! Taa muchly, --Moge..x