I'm so sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I accidentally deleted it and only managed to work out how to recover it not that long ago. Anyway, hope you enjoy (it does get a bit -tense- at times I think), but I hope it goes down as well as the first chapter.

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Chapter 2

The next morning saw Neville shuffling into breakfast with a wide eyed Tyler. He looked like he'd barely slept as his son bounced around his heels. A lot of hushed whispers followed his decision to take a seat at the Slytherin table, next to his best mate.

"Morning mate," Blaise said with a grin. "Where'd you get to yesterday?"

"I went to talk to Tyler," Neville yawned. "And then I didn't want to go back to the party so I wondered around the grounds for a bit."

"Really?" Blaise asked. "You wondered around for a bit?" He smirked at him, completely unconvinced.

Lavender slapped his shoulder reproachfully. "Leave him alone, and stop grinning at him like a mad man!"

"I'm not doing anything!" Blaise cried. "I just wanted to know what he was up to all evening?!"

"Oh that's easy," Tyler said, choosing the wrong moment to zone into the conversation. "He played with us and Miss Ginny and Miss Imogen until bedtime."

"Oh did he now?" Blaise raised a mocking eyebrow at Neville.

"Shut up," Neville grumbled. "It's not like that."

"It never is," Blaise snorted.

The room suddenly went quiet once again when Draco Malfoy walked through the doors and went to take his seat, with the little boy that Neville had seen Tyler playing with the day before. The noise hadn't risen again when Ginny Weasley sauntered in, walking straight over to Neville and plonking herself in the seat next to him.

"Morning Weaslette," Blaise said, doing nothing to hide his now very wide smirk.

"Morning Zabinis," Ginny said with a smile. "Morning Nev, hey Tyler."

"Morning Miss Ginny," Tyler said.

"Morning," Neville replied too.

"How come we get 'Zabinis' and he gets 'Nev'?" Blaise asked.

"Because you call her Weaslette," Lavender responded.

Ginny nodded. "And because I don't really know what to call Neville, since he doesn't really use Longbottom and I have no idea what second name he does use."

"Blake," Tyler answered for them.

Ginny shrugged. "Still doesn't feel right, so again I'm left with 'Nev'," she said.

"I'm happy with that," Neville said. "I've been called worse," he snickered.

"Dad, can I go sit next to Scorp?" Tyler asked, his gaze flicking to the blonde boy next to Malfoy.

Neville followed his line of sight and nodded. "Sure, just don't be a pain in the ass, okay?"

"Okay." Tyler grinned and went running to join Scorpius at the other end of the table while Ginny dug her elbow in Neville's side.

"What was that for?!" he huffed.

"Don't be a pain in the ass?!" Ginny growled. "Seriously?!"

"Thank you!" Lavender cried, gesturing to Ginny with triumph. "Finally someone who agrees with me!" She nodded absently as her own children asked if they could follow Tyler.

"Oh god! You're going to be unbearable now..." Neville groaned.

"I've been lecturing him for years about the way he talks to Tyler," Lavender grumbled. "Does he listen? No! Maybe he'll listen to you."

"Why would he listen to me?" Ginny scoffed.

Lavender coughed awkwardly, averting her gaze from Ginny. Neville rolled his eyes and sighed. Ginny looked between the two with a frown.

"Is she trying to insinuate what I think she is?" Ginny asked.

"Yup," Neville said.

"Will you listen to me? For that reason or any other?" she asked.

"Nope," Neville said.

"I didn't think so," Ginny sighed in defeat.

Neville looked up and caught her eye, winking playfully at her. To his pleasant surprise, she blushed and had to stifle a little giggle. He couldn't help the wide grin that spread out across his face, Ginny simply rolled her eyes at him and shook her head, an embarrassed little smile on her face. Neville wondered how it had taken him so long to see Ginny the way he was now; absolutely bloody gorgeous. His eyes darted over to Tyler, instinctively tuned in to watch his son. Draco Mafloy caught his eye and gave a small frown, looking down at Tyler as if to ask if Neville had noticed he was sat with him. Neville gave a small nod and shrugged, looking back at Ginny.

A few minutes later and breakfast was over. The food and dishes disappeared, to be replaced by timetables of some kind. There were activities set up throughout each day of the reunion, all marked down on their newly acquired sheets. Some were for all the family, others for adults only and the odd one for just the kids. Ginny's crèche ran any time of day that it was needed, but there were a few gaps in the timetables where there was no reason for it to be open.

"You can come and join in on these ones," Neville said, pointing to a few activities dotted across the sheet. The reunion lasted for a long weekend, so they still had two more nights to go and two full days of activities.

"This isn't my reunion, and I'm not married to or dating anyone in your school year," Ginny said. "You can call it my 'get out of jail free' card."

"They aren't real, trust me. I've looked," Neville said.

"Obviously not hard enough," Ginny countered without batting an eye.

Blaise just gaped at the pair whilst they looked challengingly into each other's eyes. Lavender smirked and shook her head.

"That settles it Red," Neville sniggered. "You can be my honorary wife for the weekend."

Blaise nearly choked.

"You realise that that would make Ron and Hermione your honorary in-laws?" Ginny said, smirking at him.

"It could be worse. It could be Harry," Neville said, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Ginny snorted and smacked him on the shoulder. They both stood up as everyone else began clearing the hall.

"That wasn't a no," Neville observed.

"It wasn't a yes either," Ginny smirked.

Neville laughed. He turned to look at Blaise and Lavender who were both shocked and smug. "What?!" he huffed. Before they could answer, Tyler came skidding up to him.

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"Dad! Dad!" Tyler cried. "The first activity is about flying on broomsticks! Can we do it with Scorp? He's done it before and he says his dad is really good!"

Draco Malfoy came walking up behind Tyler, his face paler than usual and a little wide eyed as if panicked. "I did tell him that you'd probably want to do it with some of your old friends..."

Neville scoffed. "I can't fly for shit mate," he laughed. "If you're happy to teach him, I'm happy to let you."

Draco looked really confused. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously," Neville said. "He wasn't a pain the ass over with you this morning, was he?"

"No," Draco said. He frowned at Neville. "Is that really your only concern?"

"Yeah, pretty much," Neville said. "To be honest, I'd probably trust you with him more than most of the people in this room."

"You would?" Draco mumbled, feeling like he was in some sort of twilight zone. "Why?"

"Because, you know better than anyone that despite being told some things are black and white, we actually reside in a world that is entirely grey." Neville gave Draco a small shrug and the twitch of a smile.

"What happened to you Longbottom?" Draco asked.

Neville snorted. "Too much to tell you in ten minutes."

Draco cracked a smile and nodded. "I can teach you how to fly too, if you want?" he offered with a smirk.

"I think I'll just sit back and watch," Neville laughed. "If there's one thing I still know about this world, it's that my feet belong on the ground."

"Suit yourself mate," Draco chuckled.

"Come on dad! Let's go!" Tyler squealed, too excited for words. He just wanted to get onto the pitch.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," Neville laughed. He turned to Ginny. "I'll see you later Red."

"Stop calling me that!" Ginny huffed.

"But it suits you," Neville teased. "It's the colour of your hair, and the cute little blush on your cheeks."

Ginny glared at him, her cheeks burning even brighter. "I swear, I will smack you," she growled, pointing a finger at him.

"Promises, promises," Neville said, waggling his eyebrows at her.

Ginny's whole face flushed the same colour her cheeks had been. She narrowed her eyes and leveled her wand at him. "On second thoughts, I think I might just hex you..."

"Anytime Red, like the remarkable rage you've been known to possess," Neville said.

Ginny let out a little huff of irritation. "You're incorrigible," she snapped.

"And it sounds like you've been hanging around that sister-in-law of yours a little too much," Neville scoffed.

Ginny nodded. "Yeah, and I learnt a thing or two about casting some nasty curses," she answered with a smirk.

"Marry me," Neville sighed, hugging his hands to his chest.

Ginny giggled and lowered her wand. "You'd be so lucky," she laughed.

"The luckiest man in the world," he said, unable to hide the sincerity in his eyes, which almost knocked her off her feet.

"Okay!" Blaise said, stepping between the two. "Needless to say, that escalated quickly." He took hold of Neville by the shoulders and steered him towards the door. "Come on lover-boy..."

Neville snickered as he went, turning back to face Ginny. "Bye Red," he said, adding a wink and walking out the door.

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Ginny stood looking at the door Neville had left through, gaping like a fish. Hermione stepped up beside her, watching the witch as she tried to process whatever it was that was working it's way through her head.

"When did Neville Longbottom become so fucking...fuckable?" Parvarti piped up from behind Ginny. Padma giggled at her twin, giving her a playful nudge.

"Uh..." was Ginny's only response. She couldn't say she'd always found him this attractive, but she'd be lying to herself if she said she'd never been attracted to him before now. And she sort of hated that it was only since he'd become the epitome of eye-candy did anyone really care.

"I mean, seriously, the man left as a geek and came back a God!" Parvarti whistled and Ginny glared at her.

"He was more than a geek!" she snapped.

"His confidence has certainly increased," Hermione murmured, staring strangely at Ginny.

"Yeah, and what's this ridiculous association he's got with some of Slytherin's finest?" Padma said in a hushed voice. "He looked like he was actually joking around with Malfoy?!"

Ginny rolled her eyes and grit her teeth. "It's not an association, it's a friendship. A real, live, honest-to-merlin friendship. The kind you all have with each other."

Padma and Parvarti both looked at her like she was on something. Hermione simply shuffled uncomfortably.

"But they're Slytherin," Parvarti said, as though being part of a particular tutor group in school was evidence enough to support the theory that they were all just a bunch of mindless, evil and uncaring jackasses.

Hermione cleared her throat, sensing Ginny's temper rising. "Just because they're Slytherin, doesn't mean they aren't good and decent people."

Parvarti scoffed. "People who tortured their classmates for kicks by order of the teachers?"

That was entirely the wrong thing to say around Ginny Weasley.

"How would you know? You weren't even here," she retorted, faster than Hermione could step in.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Padma's eyes narrowed.

"It means you should probably stop spouting shit you know nothing about," Ginny said.

Hermione again tried to help, but in Ginny's eyes did very little. "Look, we're all human. Sometimes we make mistakes, but the important thing is that we learn from them. These Slytherins here tonight have obviously seen the error of their ways and have grown and changed as people. Give them a chance...I mean, Lavender married Blaise Zabini and she was your best friend in school Parvarti..."

Parvarti shifted, not looking too happy with Hermione's little impromptu speech. Ginny just sighed, shaking her head as she walked out of the Great Hall. She heard Hermione's footsteps following her only a few minutes later and debated on trying to hide or outrun the witch, but she knew that solution was only going to last so long.

"Ginny," Hermione called. "Gin, wait up!"

Ginny paused and looked back at Hermione, her eyes full of pain and sadness. She was so done with being misunderstood. No matter which way she tried to explain it, no one got it. And she was so tired, having to explain it again and again.

"Look, I'm sorry if I said the wrong thing, I know how you feel about it all," Hermione said, looking down at the witch in pity.

"Hermione, I have tried to get people to understand. I've tried to open their minds and make them see that the crimes commited within these walls during the war, were not as simple as they seem to believe. The Slytherins did torture us, they turned their wands on us and used terrible, painful, unforgettable and unforgivable curses on us. But the last thing most of them did, was enjoy it." Ginny took a long breath and looked up at her sister-in-law. "You preach that they've changed, Harry argues that they deserve a second chance, that they all made mistakes and have learnt the error of their ways..." She scoffed and shook her head. "None of you have a fucking clue. They're the same people they were when the war ended, they're the same people they were before the war started. But history is written by the winners, and no one bothers to see things from the point of view of the losers."

"What are you trying to say, Gin?"

"That not everyone who marches for a cause actually believes in it. That sometimes, the right choice for one person is to fight on the wrong side of a war. You, and everyone else who weren't here that year, you all judge the Slytherins for the decisions they made and the actions they took against us. Not one of you has actually thought about the fact that if we hadn't collectively shunned them in the first place just for being in a certain house, they may have ended up on our side. They are looked down on, judged, for making all the wrong choices but if any of us were in their shoes could we honestly say we'd do it differently?" Hermione went to answer but Ginny cut her off quickly. "Could we honestly say we'd fight the only friends and family we'd ever known and loved to fight for a group of people who've done nothing but hate us all our lives because we were sorted into one partiuclar house at eleven years old?"

Hermione closed her mouth and folded her arms, unable to answer Ginny. Ginny was aware it was because Hermione knew she was right. She knew Ginny was speaking truths no one wanted to hear. People wanted someone to blame for the pain and the anguish, the death and the trauma. And yeah, Tom Riddle was a good place to direct it, but when the head of the party is dead you direct it at his subordinates, at the people who actually did the fighting, irregardless of whether they really wanted to or not.

"How do you know that most of them didn't want to fight us? How do you know that they didn't enjoy turning their wands on us?" Hermione murmured, wanting to see what proof the witch had.

"We could see it in their eyes," Ginny said. "They may have been the ones firing the curses but they were as terrified as the rest of us."

Hermione frowned. "Of what? Their families were the ones in power? Their friends were the ones teaching them to hurt other people?"

Ginny scoffed again and shook her head. "For the smartest witch of her age, you can be fucking ignorant sometimes." She set her eyes back on Hermione's and enlightened the witch. "We watched their friends and families laugh and smile and relish the pain they caused, we felt the hate they had for us burn through our bones...Zabini, Knott, Bulstrode, Davis, hell even Parkinson sometimes...it was a side of their parents they'd already seen. It was a side most of them had already felt. It was a side they knew would have no trouble turning on their own children should the ungrateful little brats turn out to have differing opinions from their own, a different set of morals, a different way of thinking. Had any of them turned out to be blood traitors, they'd have ended up the same end of the wand as us, the difference being that as far as they were concerned, there was nothing our end for them to fight for. If we lost, they'd be screwed, if we won, they'd be screwed-"

"How would they be screwed if we won and they'd fought with us?" Hermione said.

"Not everyone trusts and forgives the way that you do, Hermione. Are you telling me that Ron and the vast many others like him would just accept that someone like Parkinson or Malfoy fought on our side for pure and honest reasons? That they wouldn't look at them with contempt and mistrust, always waiting for them to mess up or show their true colours. I mean, it's exactly what they're doing right now and they have no idea what happened at school while they weren't here," Ginny said. "And how many times have I tried to explain all this? How many times have I told them that the Slytherins pulled their punches and put no effort into their curses? How many time have I said they snuck us food and slipped us antidotes or performed counter-curses when the adults weren't looking?'

'But it's still not good enough; because they didn't disown their families and fire killing curses at them, because they were still cowardly and didn't stand up when they knew what was happening was wrong. But really, what opportunity did we ever give them to stand beside us? I'm not saying they're poor, misunderstood angels who never meant to hurt anyone and didn't realise what they were doing...they knew damn well what they were doing. I'm just saying that they were still kids, the same as the rest of us, and yet it's perfectly okay for Padma and Parvarti to have run away because they were on the right side, our side. It's perfectly okay for the lot of us to have run around trying to maime and kill fellow students and adults alike, becuase we were on the 'right' side, the winning side...the side our parents also chose for us..." Ginny let out a heavy sigh. "I just...I'm tired of it still being black and white. It's all grey, it's all fucking grey."

"Gin..." Hermione shook her head, clearly not having been completely won over by her sister-in-law.

"Hermione, everyone who stayed in school and suffered at the hands of the Slytherin students doesn't actually have a problem with the Slytherin students. Or have none of you noticed that?" Ginny asked. She could see Hermione start to think over all the interactions she'd seen since last night, an odd sort of look passing across her face.

"Ginny, I'm not saying you're wrong-"

"No, because that would make you wrong," Ginny said flatly, smirking as Hermione glared at her.

"It's just...it's hard to understand if you weren't there...here..." She huffed, trying to explain and failing miserably.

"Yeah, it is. But it's even harder to understand why no one is even willing to try. Well, save you...and maybe one or two others." Ginny shook her head. "Hermione, I had a little boy in my class yesterday who thought he was going to get into a lot of trouble for accidental magic because of his last name."

Hermione eyebrows rose in shock and she shook her head too. It was unfair and uncalled for, that a child so young would feel the burden of something so trivial as a last name.

"The war ended ten years ago, we throw a party every year to celebrate that, and yet when Slytherins start appearing at reunions and Neville Longbottom turns up with Blaise Zabini as his best friend, everyone is muttering and murmuring amoungst themselves at how appauling and disgusting the notion is. It makes me wonder what we even fought for." Ginny looked sadly at Hermione, she could see by the look on the woman's face that she agreed with her on that point.

"I'll do my best to keep an open mind," Hermione said.

"Thank you," Ginny said softly, giving her a small but very appreciative smile. "They aren't bad people Hermione, they were just born to different families that weren't all good."

"You can say that again," Hermione muttered, thinking of Malfoy's Aunt.

Ginny chuckled, pulling the witch in for a tight hug. They may not always see to eye to eye but Hermione was the closest friend she had.

"I love you Hermione," Ginny sighed.

"I love you too Gin," Hermione laughed. "Now, when are you going to tell me all about the massive crush you've been harbouring on Neville Longbottom?"

"What?!" Ginny stammered, gaping at the woman. "I do not have a crush on Neville!"

"Really? You could have fooled me," Hermione scoffed.

"I don't!" Ginny whined.

"He did come back looking rather yummy," Hermione mumbled, a slight blush on her cheeks as she shot the red-head a conspiritorial sort of look.

"Hermione!' Ginny laughed.

"What? I'm just saying...no would blame you if you did, you know, like him...?" Hermione sniggered as Ginny squirmed under her gaze.

"I don't like him. I...he's got a son. And, he's been through a lot. And, well...I haven't been with anyone in a while..." Ginny groaned, knowing she'd basically founded Hermione's suspicions.

Hermione simply smiled at her. "Well, you're his honourary wife this weekend, so it could happen." She snickered as Ginny turned red.

"Nothing is going to happen," Ginny huffed.

"Whatever you say, Red," Hermione said, smirking at her best friend.

"Oh shut up," Ginny snapped tiredly. "Besides, Parvarti looks like she wants to sink her claws in him, so it's not like I'm really going to get anywhere even if I did want to." She sighed forlornly and shook her head.

Hermione gaped at her before letting out a loud laugh. "Merlin! I thought you just wanted to jump him for the weekend. But you're actually into him, aren't you? It's not just a crush, you want something to happen and you want it to last longer than just this weekend."

"No!" Ginny cried.

"Yes!" Hermione laughed, pointing at her victoriously.

"No!" Ginny shook her head furiously.

"How long have you liked him for?" Hermione asked curiously.

Ginny shook her head again before groaning out loud. "I was too hung up on Harry at school to really see him. But there were definitely a few times, especially that last year here with him...it sort of hit me how much I liked him. But then, he disappeared right after the war and I haven't seen him since."

"And now he's caught the eye of every other available woman on the premises," Hermione finished for her.

Ginny nodded and shrugged her shoulders. "The thing is Hermione, we were too good a friends to just hook up for the weekend, and it feels like we could get that back. I'd rather regain our friendship than screw it up even more by...you know...screwing him."

"Well, good luck with that because I have a sneaking suspicion that he really wants to screw you," Hermione said with a snigger.

"He'll work that out with someone else, I'm sure," Ginny sighed.

"Yeah, I'm not sure anyone else is going to do, not from the way he's been looking at you," Hermione scoffed.

Ginny smiled, embarrassed but hoping that maybe Hermione was right about this. She shook her head for the last time before starting to say goodbye to Hermione. There'd be parents and kids waiting for her if she wasn't careful.

"Hey, if there aren't too many children up there, let Imogen take care of them and come join us down on the pitch," Hermione suggested.

" Oh, I don't know... " Ginny fidgeted. She wanted to accept the offer but she wasn't sure if she was ready to see Neville again so soon. Her heart fluttered at the thought and she wanted a little more time to get a hold of herself.

"Oh come on," Hermione said. "It'll be super fun, you know it will! I'll even come with you to the Room of Requirement and make sure everything is fine before you leave."

"You're only saying that because you're not really giving me a choice, " she huffed.

"No, you're right, I'm not," Hermione chuckled. With that, she looped her arm through Ginny's and fell into step beside her.

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Neville ran a hand through his hair and watched as Malfoy gave Tyler a broom and stood him alongside Scorpius. He was ignoring the irritated frowns and unpleasant looks being sent his way, several people taking personal offense that he'd let Malfoy of all people teach his son how to fly. He didn't care though, smiling as he watched Tyler mount the broom and hover a few feet off the ground. His little boy's eyes were shining in delight.

Since Nevillle wasn't really paying much attention to the others in the quidditch stadium, he didn't see Parvarti sneak up on him and take the seat beside him.

"Hi Neville," she purred, looping her arm through his where he'd leant forward and rested his elbows on his knees.

"Hi P..." Neville looked at her, trying to work out which twin she was.

"Parvarti," she answered , trying not to look so put out.

"Parvarti," he repeated, nodding.

"It's been a while," she murmured, her voice low and sultry like. "How've you been?"

Neville scoffed and turned to face her. "Not interested."

"Pardon?" She frowned at him and sat up a little straighter.

"I'm not interested, in you, romantically," Neville said, glancing quickly at her before focusing back on Tyler.

Parvarti scoffed. "I'm not interested in romance either..." She ran her other hand up the inside of his leg.

Neville stood up and took a step back from her, his hands raised in surrender. "I'm not interested in that, too."

Parvarti snickered. "Everyone is interested in that," she said, her voice low again. She took a step towards him. "There's no need to be shy..."

"Shy?" Neville laughed, his eyebrows high on his head. "I'm not shy, sweetheart. I'm just not interested."

Parvarti moved closer still, her eyes hooded and full of lust. "Come on Nev, it's just you and me up here. No need to pretend..."

Neville shook his head and stepped back again. "Parvarti, I'm not pretending. Your little routine is not doing it for me, you aren't driving me crazy or making me hot. Don't get me wrong, you are hot, I'm just really really not interested."

"What the hell happened to you? If I'd thrown myself at you like this in Hogwarts you'd probably have come in your pants!" Parvarti huffed. "I don't understand what you've got against some amazing, fucking hot, fun?"

Neville shrugged. "I don't have anything against casual sex. Merlin knows I've had enough of it that I can't judge anybody. But I'm not interested right now."

Parvarti narrowed her eyes, her lips thinning and forming a rather unattractive pout. "Would you be interested if I had red hair, bright brown eyes and a flaming temper?"

Neville gave the woman a wicked smirk. "Fuck yes, and you can tell her I said that."

He left a gaping Parvarti in the stands and went to find his son. Malfoy was currently teaching him how to steer and how to stop. Neville smiled at them as he came to join them. He watched for a little bit longer before catching Malfoy's eye, the man drifting down to land beside him. Tyler and Scorpius were still harmlessly chasing each other through the sky, looping and twisting through the air as they laughed and smiled.

"You've got a natural on your hands there Longbottom," Malfoy chuckled.

"Who knew a muggle could pass on natural quidditch skills," Neville grinned. "He must have got them from his mother, because fuck knows he didn't get them from me."

Malfoy laughed and nodded, slapping him on the back. The two of them started chatting about everything and nothing, not paying a lot of attention to their boys, much like the rest of the parents on the pitch.

.

Tyler whooped as he dodged Scorpius's attack, laughing as he rose a little higher. Out of nowhere, a blur sped by, snagging something from around Tyler's neck. Tyler spun in mid-air, looking for the culprit and feeling for the little pendant he always wore. He spotted James Potter twirling it around and laughing nastily at him.

"Missing something?" James sneered.

"Hey! Give that back!" Tyler cried, his face contorted in fear and anger.

"Why? It's just some stupid girlie necklace," James laughed.

"My mum gave it to me," Tyler explained , hoping he could reason wirh the other boy. At eight years old, he could be quite a mature child considering everything he'd been through. "She died when I was a baby."

"Oh." This seemed to give James pause for thought. "Okay then," he said, flying forward a few inches. " ...if you can catch me! " He cackled and flew out of reach, pocketing the pendant as he went.

"No!" Tyler roared, rocketing forwards and after him. He fought the tears in his eyes, trying to blink them away as he went.

"Tyler!" Scorpius cried, hurtling after him.

Back on the ground, the parents had started to notice the three young children racing around going all gung-ho on each other. Harry flew into the air and towards the turmoil, Draco following suit. After a few minutes both adults and the three children descended and landed on the ground. Harry turned on Draco and his son, paying no attention to the incredibly guilty look all over his own son's face as the boy watched his dad accuse someone else of starting it. No one was paying any attention to Tyler, except Neville who'd seen the expression on his face and felt a cold chill run up his spine. He took off running towards where they'd landed, but he still couldn't get there in time to stop Tyler sock James straight in the jaw.

James cried out, falling flat on his back. Tyler loomed menacingly over him, ready to hit him again. Neville finally reached him, encircling his waist with his arms and hauling him backwards. Harry rushed to James, Padma running towards them from the stands. Harry helped his son up and took in the damage. James was already starting to sport a slight bruise where Tyler's fist had connected with his face, and he was crying in pain.

"Give it back! It's not yours! Give it back!" Tyler screamed as he struggled against Neville. Tears streamed down his face as he clawed for freedom.

"Tyler!" Neville barked, trying to get a hold on him. "Tyler! What the hell is wrong?!"

"Give it back!" Tyler screamed, his eyes fixed on James.

Harry shook his head, completely bewildered by what he was seeing. He turned to James and frowned.

"James? What's he on about? What does he want back?" Harry asked.

James sniffed and looked with wide eyes at his dad. He looked at the rather significant crowd they'd attracted and at eight years old, lost what little integrity he had.

"I don't know dad," James mumbled.

Harry nodded, standing up to face Neville. It took him, and everyone around him by surprise when another little voice spoke up.

"You do know! You liar!" Scorpious pointed at James.

"I'm not a liar!" James yelled.

You took something off Tyler, I saw you! " Scorpious cried. "You took a necklace off him!"

"James?" Harry turned back to his son, his eyes roaming over the boy as he tried to deduce if he'd been telling the truth.

"I didn't dad! Honest! I never took anything!" James shook his head furiously and even had the gall to look offended.

"You did!" Scorpious screamed, angry for his friend. "I saw you take it! And then you zoomed off with it, telling Tyler he had to catch you before you'd give it back."

"I did not!" James protested.

"Yes you did!" Scorpious snapped.

"Enough!" Harry said, his voice loud. "If James said he didn't take anything, he didn't take anything."

Neville had finally gotten Tyler to calm down enough that he could stand and talk to the man. "Harry, I appreciate that you have a lot of trust for your kids, but Tyler's pendant is missing. And it's the only thing he has left of his mother..."

Harry sighed and looked briefly at James. "If he said he didn't take it, he didn't take it. Maybe it fell off when they were flying?"

"He took it," Tyler growled.

"He did, I saw him too!" Scorpious said.

James made a nasty face at Scorpious. "Like anyone is going to believe the word of a Malfoy," he sneered.

"James!" Harry barked, looking outraged and quite mortified by his son's comments. His wife, however, looked unperturbed.

Malfoy's jaw clenched as he watched his son visibly deflate.

Tyler started laughing angrily. "Well, that makes perfect sense, doesn't it? Scorp's word means nothing because of his last name and yours means everything because of your last name. And somehow, he's the honest one while your the fucking liar?!"

It was at this point that Ginny walked onto the pitch, Tyler's words echoing all around the stadium. Neville groaned as every adult on the grounds, bar Blaise and Lavender (who was giving him the 'I told you so' face) were looking at him in disgust.

"I think that's enough young man," Harry said firmly. "I don't know that you're allowed to get away with at home, but we don't brawl and we certainly don't use that sort of language."

"Oh, so you do steal and lie then? Right?" Tyler spat.

"Excuse me?" Harry said crossly, frowning down at the boy. "James hasn't done anything wrong."

"I get the impression that James never does anything wrong," Neville said, narrowing his eyes at Harry.

Harry glared back at the man. "I don't know what to say, Neville." He shook his head, disappointment marring his features. "I don't recognise you, and I certainly don't recognise this boy as the son of the man I went to school with-"

"That's because he's not," Neville growled. "He's the son of the man who lived a very different life to the one you think he did."

"What the hell happened to you Neville?" Harry asked in disbelief. "This isn't you...this isn't the guy I remember in school..."

"Because I'm not that guy anymore," Neville snapped. "I stopped being that guy a long time ago."

"Look, I don't know what happened to you after the war, but...your kid just punched mine in the face for crying out loud!" Harry huffed exasperatedly.

"Yeah, because your kid stole something of significant emotional value to him!" Neville argued. "He knows he shouldn't have hit him, and he knows he's in for it later..." Neville looked down at Tyler who sighed and nodded. "...but he doesn't lose his temper like that unless he's provoked."

"He shouldn't lose his temper like that at all," Ron said darkly, stepping forward so he was directly behind Harry. "Seriously, Neville, the look on his face...there's something wrong with him."

Neville felt something inside him snap. His face morphed from anger into rage, the likes of which no one had ever seen on him except maybe Blaise. He felt his best friend clamp a hand on his shoulder, shoving him backwards, and out the corner of his eye he saw Ginny speeding towards him like a bullet.

"Nev," Blaise said, pushing him again. "Neville, stop. Don't do this..."

Harry, Ron and just about everyone else were looking at him in shock.

"There is nothing wrong with my son," Neville said, barely above a whisper.

"Nev!" Blaise barked, positioning himself right in front of him now. Lavender had her hands on one of his shoulders, trying to use her extra strength to get him to snap out of it.

Neville could feel his blood boiling, his anger surging through him like the alcohol he'd once craved. It ignited his soul, made his heart beat a thousand times faster and gave him the strength of ten men. His teeth grit, his fists clenched and he tried to focus. He tried to get a hold of the burning hate that stung his flesh and split his bones, that brought back a hundred memories he'd been haunted by as if they were part of an automatic slideshow.

"Shit," Blaise murmured, seeing Neville's eyes start to glaze over.

Draco shook himself out of the shock he was in and moved forwards to help. He seized Neville under the arm, motioning for Lavender to do the same, and with Blaise pushing on Neville's chest, they managed to walk him back a few paces from Harry. Neville let out a roar of frustration, his eyes locked on Ron. How dare he make such judgement? How dare he say something like that in front of his son?! There was nothing wrong with Tyler!

Ginny reached them as Neville shrugged his friends off. She saw Tyler looking panicked, guilty and horror-stricken as his dad marched towards her brother. Everyone else, including Ron, looked terrified. Instead of stopping, she barrelled straight into him, forcing him to catch her. His hands clamped painfully around her arms as his gaze never wavered from Ron's. She set her hands on his face without hesitation.

"Neville!" she said firmly, pushing his face towards hers. "Neville!" This time she stomped unceremoniously on his foot.

Neville tore his hate-filled gaze away from Ron to focus on the body in front of him. His hands squeezed tighter on the arms he was holding, ready to snap the idiot in two, until his eyes met hers. Suddenly the rage was gone, his hands relaxed and he gasped, taking a deep breath.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm so sorry..." he said, rubbing her arms where he'd held them. "Gin..."

Ginny breathed a sigh of relief, stroking her thumb along his cheek bone and wrapping her arms around him. He looked so lost and in pain the minute he'd realised what had happened, that she couldn't help but want to ease that. His arms came tentatively around her as he buried his face in her neck. He just needed a few seconds to gather himself before having to explain himself.

"It's okay," Ginny murmured in his ear, stroking the back of his head with one of her hands.

"No, it's not," Neville said. He shook his head as he let her go, stepping back to look at the faces of the people surrounding him. They all looked guarded now. No longer was he the awkward but loveable Neville Longbottom they all remembered from school, now he was something close to monsterous. He was dangerous and very obviously held some quite dark secrets.

"Dad?" A small voice croaked from down beside him and Neville felt his heart wrench painfully in his chest.

He spun on the spot to look at Tyler, his eyes filling with so many tears he could barely see his son. Tyler stepped into him, his little arms squeezing his legs as he let out a huge sigh of relief. Neville shuffled, kneeling down so he could embrace him properly.

"Ty, I'm so sorry mate. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," he sighed, his voice shaking as his throat stung with tears.

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Harry let Neville hug it out with his son for a few more seconds before he couldn't take it anymore. He cleared his throat loudly, getting Neville and everyone else's attention.

"What the hell was that?" Harry said, trying to keep his own anger under control.

"That was me, losing my temper," Neville stated plainly.

"I thought you were going to kill Ron?!" Harry snapped.

Neville scoffed. "I'd never have killed him. You lot would have stopped me well before I got that far."

Blaise groaned as Draco tried to hide his snigger.

"Mate, that isn't going to help," Blaise muttered.

"Something funny Malfoy?" Ron barked.

Draco shrugged. "I'm simply admiring his honesty."

Harry shook his head. "This isn't funny!"

"No, it isn't," Neville said. "Neither is telling me that there's something wrong with my son, as though he's defective." He glared at Ron.

"You did what?!" Ginny shrieked, rounding on her brother and whoever else he was stood beside. The lot of them recoiled faster than when they'd seen the red fog cloud Neville's eyes. He couldn't help feel a little amused by that.

"It just slipped out," Ron stammered. "I didn't mean anything by it! He punched James in the face!"

"I don't care what he did!" Ginny said, her voice still shrill. "You're adults! The lot of you! It's up to you to teach these children what is right and what is wrong. It's up to you to shape them and mould them and turn them into decent and upstanding members of the community. And you don't do it by telling them that there's something wrong with them, or by losing your temper!" She glared at Neville as well as her brother. "There is nothing wrong with any of these children. Nothing. They are who you taught them to be, and sometimes they are perfectly imperfect, because they're children and they're human. Merlin knows the lot of you aren't exactly without fault or flaw! You're supposed to lead by example. When they mess up ask them why, show them how to fix it...don't argue amongst yourselves because you don't understand each other anymore." She sighed and shook her head. "Grow up, all of you."

There was a long pause, the sound of shuffling feet and begruding but accepting silence between the crowd. Finally it was broken by a small voice.

"Can I have my necklace back now please?" Tyler asked softly, glancing up at James. "I'm sorry I lost my temper, I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry about your jaw...but please, can you give it back? I really need it?" His voice was almost breaking by the end of his sentence.

James took a deep breath, his eyes also glazed over. "I didn't take it."

"You did!" Scorpious cried. "You're being so unfair! Tyler said he was sorry, and it was kind of your own fault anyway-"

"It wasn't my fault!" James yelled. "You shouldn't hit anyone, no matter how mad they make you! That's what my dad always says!"

"You took his mum's necklace! That's not just making him mad!" Scorpious shrieked. "You don't have a clue! You selfish, horrible person!"

"Hey!" Harry said. "I think this has gone on long enough. I won't stand by and watch my son get picked on by these two."

Ginny had hunkered down by now and was asking the other children, whom the adults had all pretty much forgotten were there, what exactly had happened. It was a colourful story full of quite imaginitive embelishements, but the jist of it was that Tyler said James had taken his necklace and from the evidence Ginny had collected (including the look on James' face), James had indeed taken Tyler's necklace. If there was one thing she struggled with, it was Harry's unwavering trust in his children.

"They aren't picking on him," Draco said.

"It's the truth." Scorpious scowled.

"Clearly not, otherwise James would have told me," Harry said.

Tyler sniffed loudly, unable to stop his tears from falling anymore. Neville dropped down and took his son in his arms and the boy sobbed loudly. He hugged his dad tightly, absolutely devestated at the loss of his pendant. Ginny's heart went out to him.

She'd been trying for a while now to gently encourage Harry to see that his son could be quite a nasty little boy when he wanted to be. Right now, James was scared of the trouble he'd get into if he fessed up. Once the boy had lied, he'd always run with it until he was absolutely, catergorically caught and even then he'd usually make some random story up to get himself out of it.

Harry looked down as James sniggered softly, and shook his head. "James, it's not funny. Laughing at someone's misfortune is cruel and spiteful."

"But, it's just a necklace," James said, looking abashed at being called out by his dad. His mother squeezed his shoulder affectionately, and thus Ginny saw the problem in all it's ugly glory.

"A necklace that means a great deal to him," Harry said, trying to softly explain.

"Necklaces are for girls," James scoffed, shrugging. "He can always buy a new one. I'll even give him the money if he hasn't got it."

"He doesn't want a necklace from you," Scorpious growled. "He wants a necklace from his mum, but he can't get another one from his mum because she's dead. She's gone forever and she's never coming back. No one expects you to understand, your mum is stood right beside you. You can talk to her whenever you like and she tells you things like 'everything will be okay' and she tucks you in and reads you stories and makes you feel better when you're poorly. And having that necklace felt like there was one tiny piece of her always beside him, but because you're too much of a coward to take responsibility for your actions, you've taken that last piece away. So I hope you're happy with yourself. Standing there, with your mother's hand on your shoulder and her love in your life."

The whole place was silent, save for Tyler's sniffles. Everyone was looking at the small blonde boy who'd delivered one of the most heartrendering and afluent speeches most of them had ever heard. James looked like he'd been punched again.

"I didn't-" James began in a tiny voice.

"Don't say you didn't take it. You know you did, I know you did and so does Tyler. You don't want to admit it, fine. But don't stand there and lie to our faces." For an eight year old, Scorpious had nailed his father's trademark look of disgust, however it carried an unexpected weight to it that Malfoy's never had. "Actually, you know what..." Scorpious stepped forward and grabbed something from around his own neck, tugging a silver pendant free. He held it out to James, the chain dangling from his hand and shining in the sun. "...why don't you take my mother too? You can add it to your collection, seen as one isn't enough for you."

The whole stadium took a breath and held it. Draco stepped forward to stop his son but Scorpious shrugged him off. Tyler was just looking in shock at the boy, his head peeking out over the tops of his father's arms.

James gaped at Scorpious, his little face pale. Their eyes met, cold grey against shimmering brown. Before an adult could say or do anything, James shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled it out, holding the silver pendant he'd taken from Tyler. He threw it on the ground and stormed off, tears streaming down his face as his mother raced to catch up to him.

Everyone but Ginny and the people on Tyler's side, all stood still in shook. Harry couldn't believe it. He looked at the necklace lying on the ground where James had thrown it, in total disbelief.

"I'm so sorry..." he mumbled, looking at Neville then Malfoy before flicking his gaze at Ron who was also quite taken aback. "I'm so so sorry..."

"Go after him," Neville said gruffly, nodding his head in the direction James had run. The crowd around them had all started to dissipate, not doubt walking off so they could titter amongst themselves about the terrible behaviour displayed by the first son of Harry Potter.

Harry sighed and shook his head. "I have no idea what to say to him...I am so disappointed in him." An angry look crossed his face. "I don't even know how to look at him without getting cross."

"He fucked up, now go tell him how to fix it," Neville huffed.

"But how does he fix it?" Harry shrugged. "I mean, he stole, he lied, he knew how important the necklace was...he was spiteful and cruel..."

"Potter, he's eight years old, give him a break!" Draco cried. "All he needs to know is that you still love him, and then how to be a better person next time. Jeez...don't exile the kid just because he made a mistake."

Harry squinted at both Neville and Draco before nodding and launching himself after his son, closely followed by Ron and Hermione. Ginny stayed behind and simply whistled.

"Well, you guys managed to accomplish something in fifteen minutes that I've been trying to do for months!" she said, smiling softly at them all.

Scorpious bent down and picked up Tyler's necklace, walking back to him and kneeling down so he could place it back in his hand. Tyler shifted away from his dad so he could lock Scorpious in a tight hug, thanking him immensely for his help. Neville stood up and smiled at Draco.

"I think we'd better get used to hanging out," Neville chuckled. "I feel like those two are bffs for life now."

Draco laughed and nodded. "I think I can manage that."

Ginny went and sat down on the grass with Tyler and Scorpious, the two of them breaking their hug.

"I'm sorry I lost my temper and I hit James," Tyler said quickly, his bottom lip trembling. "And that I swore in front of everyone...please can I still come to your school?"

Ginny sighed deeply and smiled softly. "Tyler, short of actually killing someone or putting someone in hospital, you will always be welcome in my school."

"Thank you," Tyler sniffed, hugging Ginny tightly this time.

"You know, besides the punching and the swearing, you two should be very proud of yourselves right now," Ginny said. "You handled that very well and very maturely."

"I broke down and cried like a baby," Tyler said flatly.

"All men do that," Ginny said, grinning up at Neville, Blaise and Draco. "I think I've seen all three of these lot cry like babies." Lavender barked out a laugh.

Blaise and Draco nodded acceptingly, knowing she had indeed seen it. That last year of school had been a kicker but they didn't begrudge her bringing it up. It was theraputic in a sense. Everyone who wasn't here wanted to bury the past and forget about the war other than the fact that it was a victory to the good guys. It was refreshing to talk to someone who didn't want to stick a plaster over the horrors they'd all faced.

"I'll have you know that I do not cry like a baby," Neville said, smirking at her.

"You were the worst," Ginny laughed. "I still remember walking in on you sobbing your heart out over the end of a muggle book!"

"You promised you'd never bring that up!" Neville all but squeaked, his cheeks darkening as Blaise let out a hearty chuckle.

"I'd like to hear more about that, when you have time," Lavender said, grinning evilly at Neville.

"Of course, we'll set a date, I've got loads more stories like that." Ginny smiled at her.

"No," Neville said, shaking his head. "No stories."

"Yes. Yes, stories," Ginny said, standing up to look at him as she folded her arms. "I'd like to see you try and stop us."

Blaise sniggered while Draco whistled.

"Mate, I do not envy you right now," Draco said with a chuckle. "I'm glad she's not my girlfriend."

"She's not his either," Blaise said, a huge smirk on his lips as Ginny glared at him while her cheeks turned red.

"Yet," Lavender added, while Neville glared at her.

"Wow," Draco laughed. "Now this is some interesting stuff..."

Ginny rolled her eyes and sighed. "Yes, well, as interesting as the lot of you find it, I have to get back to work."

"Yeah, what are you doing down here anyway?" Neville asked.

"Hermione managed to persuade me to leave Imogen with the few children we had," Ginny said. "I wasn't really needed up there so I figured I could come and help teach you lot how to fly."

"I can fly perfectly well, thank you very much," Draco said indignantly.

"Not as well as me, you can't," Ginny said. "I'd beat you any day of the week."

"Bring it on Red," Draco laughed, the nickname Neville had used just sliding off his tongue.

Ginny hissed. "Don't call me that."

Neville wanted to agree with her, but he knew he'd just be proving everyone's point. Plus he liked Draco so far and didn't want to ruin that by allowing his irrational jealousy to rear it's ugly head.

"Split's right though," Blaise joined in. "It does suit you."

"Yeah, and there's a lot of things I could call you that would suit you, but I don't," Ginny huffed.

"I believe that has more to do with how inappropriate they are as opposed to your self-control and any respect you probably don't have for me?" Blaise grinned.

"Maybe," Ginny muttered. "Anyway, about this game. How about me and Lavender versus you and Draco?"

"Hey! You're supposed to be my honourary wife this weekend, not his!" Neville cried.

"I don't mind sharing," Draco said, wiggling his eyebrows innocently at Ginny.

Ginny giggled, playing along. She was wondering if Neville really was jealous or whether he was just flirting with her for old times sake. It wouldn't hurt to find out, just so she knew where she stood. At least that's what she was telling herself. It wasn't like she was trying to make him jealous.

Neville just about managed to stop the territorial growl that had climbed up his throat. He was also doing his best not to look at Draco like he really wanted to rip his eyes out of his head.

"Dad?" Tyler said, pulling on Neville's sleeve and shaking him out of it.

"Yes mate?" Neville said, his attention instantly on his son.

"Can me and Scorp fly around a bit more now?"

"Sure, if Draco doesn't mind," Neville said.

The boys turned to Draco and looked up at him with big wide eyes. "Please?" they both asked imploringly.

Draco groaned. "How am I supposed to say no to that?"

"You aren't," Neville said, trying his best to make his tone friendly. "So get up in the air, fly-boy."

"Haha! You just don't want to share a wife," Draco chuckled good-naturedly.

Neville shrugged, his mood softening. "What can I say? I'm not a sharer."

"Well, ask me out for real and you won't have share, will you?" Ginny said, a moment of astounding courage over taking her. She looked about as surprised as Neville, and everyone else.

"D'you want to date me or d'you want to take that back?" Neville asked, the hint of an amused smile on his face.

Ginny put her hands on her hips, aware her heart was beating wildly in her chest and not entirely sure what to do about it. She could hear her blood thundering through her veins and it was making it difficult to think about her answer.

"Uh...I would like to think about it?" she said.

Neville smirked at her. "Take all the time you need, Red."

Ginny flushed but rolled her eyes. "Stop calling me that!" She didn't sound nearly as adament as she had done with Draco.

"Gin, weren't you supposed to be getting back to work?" Lavender asked softly, pulling the pair of them out of their little daze.

"Oh! Right! Yes!" Ginny squeaked, shaking her head and turning back towards the castle. She called a goodbye as she went, not trusting heself to look back. She had a lot to think about and she wasn't even sure where to start, not to mention the fallout from the argument the children had had. Harry would be at her door for sure, questioning his parenting skills and asking her, in her professional opinion, what he'd done wrong and why his son was becoming a little shit. She wasn't sure how to tell him it had a lot to do with his trumped up wife.

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"Ow! What was that for!" Neville huffed, glaring at Lavender as he rubbed his arm. Draco had flown off with the boys once Ginny had left.

"What was that for?!" Lavender barked. "You couldn't just ask her out? You couldn't just take her opening and say, oh I don't know, 'what a great idea Gin, d'you want to go out on a date with me?' could you?!"

"Why are you so upset about this?" Neville frowned. "I'm on it, okay? I don't even know if I want to date, not really. I don't know if dating is really for me."

"Oh, it's definitely for you," Blaise scoffed. "It's most definitely for you when it comes to that Firecracker..." He pointed in the direction Ginny had gone.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Neville said.

"Split, I'm not being funny mate, but when you lose your temper, it's fucking scary," Blaise said. "Everyone on this pitch froze. You looked vicious and dangerous. Hell, it took two grown men and a werewolf just to pull you back a few paces-"

"I know. I'm sorry. What's your point?" Neville said, his head somewhat hanging in shame.

"My point is, Ginny Weasley didn't seem to care." Blaise waited for Neville's eyes to meet his. "That witch practically launched herself into you. She wasn't scared of you, she was scared for you. She, I don't know, she seemed to give you back your self-control, bring you back to reality, clear that red fog you told me about..."

"She did," Neville mumbled.

"What's more, Nev...you let her," Lavender said softly. "I've seen a handful of people try to do what she did, us included, and while you've never really hurt us, you've never let go so quickly and so easily..."

Neville cleared his throat and nodded. "I don't know what it was. I saw her eyes and I just stopped. I wanted to stop."

"But dating her is what? Something you can't imagine doing?" Lavender looked at him, clearly unconvinced.

Neville took a deep breath and sighed. "It's not something I'm sure I want to do to her."

"What?" Blaise frowned, totally confused.

"I have issues, a lot of issues. Some of which I've passed on to my kid without even knowing it!" he cried, flinging his hands in the air. If he was upset about anything right now, it was seeing that same look on Tyler's face as he'd seen on his own.

"Hey, calm down," Lavender said.

"You've done an amazing job with Ty, don't start beating yourself up about that now," Blaise said sternly.

"I don't know if it's fair to drag Ginny into my life, in all it's messed up glory," Neville said, eyeing his friends questioningly.

Lavender nodded. "I appreciate that, and it lends to how much you care about her, but...I don't think that's your decision to make. If she likes you, and she wants you, that's up to her. Provided you've been honest with her, and you've told her what she's getting herself into, it's not up to you to decide what she can and can't handle, or what she does and doesn't want."

Neville nodded this time. "I'll think about it..."

"Plus, she loves Tyler already, so that's a win win," Blaise added.

Neville nodded again. He'd become acutely aware of the way Ginny treated his son. He couldn't help it. He'd give anything to have a woman in his life that would mother Tyler the way he'd always deserved. He knew he could never replace his real mother, hell, that was from experience. But Tyler was so small when his mother died that he knew having someone to fill the gap even a litte bit would be something. And the way Ginny lost it at Ron and the rest of them, it set him on fire. To see how protective she was of his son (and he was aware that she'd generalised her comments but he could see it in her eyes that she was angry for the same reasons he was), to see her fight for his kid, it stirred something inside him that he'd never felt before, for anyone.

"Just...I know you're good at playing the field and flirting incessantly," Lavender said. "I also know you're real good at shutting people down whenever they get too close. Don't do it with her. Don't shut her down, no matter how scared you get."

"I don't get scared!" Neville huffed.

"Yeah, you do. Everyone gets scared. It's fucking terrifying letting someone that close," Blaise argued. "You're not doing yourself any favours by lying to yourself.

"I'm not..." Neville started, but he knew it was a weak argument.

"Sure you're not," Lavender scoffed.

"So!" Neville huffed, wanting to change to subject. "Where's Ruthie and Chase?"

"Up in the daycare place," Blaise said. "Ruthie hates flying and Chase wasn't interesting in trying."

"Right," Neville said. "So, are they going to do the craft session in the Great Hall after lunch?"

Blaise grimaced. "Probably."

"You're not getting out of it, Blaise Zabini," Lavender said, glaring at her husband. "Not if you want to get laid again anytime soon."

"But, girls are supposed to love arts and crafts," Blaise whined.

"Say that again, I dare you," Lavender growled.

Neville chuckled at the two off them, shaking his head and watching as they began bickering lovingly whilst moving back towards the stands. Not much longer and lunch would be ready. Neville couldn't wait, his stomach was starting to rumble and he found himself counting down the seconds till he got to see Ginny again.