Title: It's Always Been

Pairing: Neville, Hannah

Song: Marry Me, Train

Words: 465

Neville sat at a table for two in the Leaky Cauldron, holding his menu to hide his face. He was watching Hannah Abbott chatting animatedly with a couple four tables away from him while taking their order. At one point, her laughter rang loudly through the pub. The war had ended two years ago tomorrow, and Hannah had never been far from his mind. The way she quietly encouraged him to restart Dumbledore's Army, the way she would talk to him in the middle of the night if he needed a friend. Luna was great, but something never felt quite right with her.

"Have you made a choice, sir?"

Neville lowered his menu.

"Neville!" Hannah smiled her big smile. "It's great to see a friendly face. Today's been dreadful."

"What's happened?" Neville said, wondering why his stomach was in knots.

"Just some of the world's rudest customers. The usual, then?"

"Yeah." He handed her the menu, glancing down at the table. "Oi, Hannah-" He looked up, but she had already disappeared into the back of the pub, presumably to get his drink.

Just say it, Neville, he thought. Just ask her already. Chuckling, he realized he knew exactly what Harry had meant when he said that he'd take another dragon over asking a girl out any day. At least, asking one you really cared about.

Shaking his head slightly, he pulled a Daily Prophet from his briefcase. The front was covered in the usual political nonsense, and the next couple pages were filled with articles about Quidditch and War memorials and such. He smiled when he saw the engagement announcement for a Harry Potter and the Harpies newest recruit, Ginny Weasley. Harry deserved some happiness.

"Here you are, then," Hannah said, placing a chilled Butterbeer in front of him. "Anything else I can get you?"

"Well-" Say it, Neville. Merlin's beard, you killed Voldemort's snake. It seemed funny how detached he felt from those days.

"If not, would you at least pretend to order something? Tom's son came in and there's a huge row happening back there that I don't want to be a part of." She shrugged her shoulders, grinning at him.

"A date?" His stomach felt like a rock and he wasn't entirely sure he was breathing, but he did his best to sound as casual as possible.

"What?" Hannah said, her eyebrows high with surprise.

"It was always you, Hannah," Neville said quickly. "Only I just realized it."

"Took you long enough," she said softly, smiling. "Tell me where and when." She gave him one more look before running off to fetch someone a packet of sugar or another Butterbeer.

Neville sat there, staring blankly at the empty chair across from him. This is it, he thought. It will always be Hannah.

a/n- Sorry I've been so MIA! It's been a crazy semester. Also, I tried to include both ships in this. I do believe that he would have had a crush on Luna, but not everybody ends up with their high school sweetheart.