He wrote back to Ginny telling her that four days would be great and his Gran said thank you very much but taking him in for the rest of the summer was enough help as it was. He and his Gran thanked the Weasley family about twenty seven times in the letter and assured them that Neville wouldn't be any trouble. But in the case that he was over staying his welcome, all they would have to do was send him back and they would find somewhere else for him to stay.
After a long night of packing his school things in his trunk, along with enough of everything to last him the summer Neville sat down on his bed. After staring at the ceiling for over an hour his Gran�s owl, returning from his trip to Luna's house, turned up at his window with a letter in hand.
Quickly he rose from his bed and took the letter from the bird, which turned around and flew back out the window. Neville read the letter where he was standing, by the window. It was from Luna.
After reading it over about seventy times he looked up, beaming. She had hoping he'd write to her. She seemed so happy to get his letter. Was it possible she liked him too? Was it possible that she wanted to see him again? Would she be happy to see him? Did she know they would both be at The Burrow? Was she as excited as he was to be spending the summer together?
Neville put the letter under his pillow and lay down on it, pulling the comforter over him, still in clothes from the day. He moved deeper into the warmth and breathed heavily, letting sleep take over him for the night.
Running as fast as he could, once his trunk had been packed, he began 'enhancing his image'. Adding a little bit of gel to his hair, spiking it up, putting on his best casual robes and washing his face to the point of raw redness. Finally once he had re-gelled his hair he was finished. Walking downstairs he found that his Gran was out, she must have left to get things ready for the entire families trip to St. Mungo's.
After pacing the room no less then sixty seven times Neville thought it might be best if he sat down on the sofa, he was making himself sick. As he was just about to get up and start pacing again. Sitting was making him nervous; Ginny appeared in the fireplace.
'Neville! How are you? Is everything all right? What can we do to help? Are you all right? How are you feeling? Are you mad? Sad? Do you even know what you�re feeling?� Ginny screeched as she threw her arms around him in a hug.
'Oops, Gin you'd better not let Harry see you on Neville like that. Hey Neville, how are things?� Ron stepped out from the fireplace's depths, brushing ashes from his robes.
'Ron! I told you to stay with me! You know I hate traveling by Floo! My God! Couldn't you have done that one thing for me, Ron! You never listen to me!� Hermione shouts echoed off the stone walls of the fireplace as she too stepped into his living room.
'Erm ... yeah sorry, Mione.� Ron said sweetly as he helped Hermione brush ashes from her hair.
'Sorry? That's all you've got to say for yourself! Sorry!� Hermione breathed. Neville could sense a fight coming on, one he did not want to witness. He looked at his grandmother's favorite vase, which was sitting on the side table next to Hermione. He was praying she didn't throw it or break it.
'I love you too.� Hermione muttered. Her cheeks turning very red as she locked eyes with Ron.
When had this happened? Neville was watching them with wide eyes. Normally Hermione would have yelled and slapped Ron, instead she was hugging and kissing him. What had happened during the summer to change their attitude towards each other?
'Are those to getting all lovey dovey again, Gin?� This time Harry stepped out of the stone fireplace, looking at his two best friends as though this kind of thing always took place with these two.
'Yes!� Ginny giggled, then seeing the look of confusion on Neville's face she explained, 'They started dating about three weeks ago. 'Bout time if you ask me! They've liked each other since first year! Now they're all over each other! Rather gross ... he is my brother and all. But really, they're so cute together and like I said, it's about time too!'
'We're not the only one's though, now are we Mione?� Ron grinned as he took a seat on the white sofa, which was now a thick gray from all the ash flying around the room.
'No, Ron, I don't think we are. Hmm but how would we know? They won�t admit it.� Hermione smiled as Ron pulled her down onto the sofa with him.
'Oh please!� Ginny sighed, but Harry was pulling her towards him, holding her tight.
'Gin ... I think they're on to us.� Harry whispered in her ear, loud enough for them all to here.
'No, Ron. I told you. Up until three days ago you kept saying there was nothing going on ... even though we caught them in the broom closet twice ... erm 'just talking' right Ginny?� Hermione smirked at Ginny who turned a deep red.