The Forgotten 7th Year

Alone with Hannah

Thanks to JuliaThermopolis for the sleeping potion idea

Thanks to OliveTree12345 for all the pranks Hannah and Neville think of.

Neville's POV

The rest of the DA shuffled out, leaving Hannah and me alone.

"So, do we just put all of them into the bag?" I asked.

"Usually that's what someone means by packing."

"Yeah, um right." I stood there for several moments, until she urgently motioned for me.

The Room provided us with materials, and Weasley Products, (It does everything!) and we got to work. It wasn't really that hard. We simply had to place the unwrapped ingredients into the dissolvable bag. It was made harder, however, by the tense and uncomfortable moments.

I reached for the Puking Pastel, and at the same moment, so did she. Our finger tips brushed, and she drew back, as if burned. I grabbed the Pastel, and ripped off the wrapper, before threw in into the bag with slightly more force than was strictly necessary.

Some of the ingredients, like the Headache Hard Candy we ground up before placing in the bag.

We both reached for the Fever Fudge I drew my hand back before it touched hers. She did the exact same thing, and so we hovered near the box. Once again we both reached in, and we couldn't prevent our hands from touching.

It felt like I actually was burned, and I pulled away in alarm.

Neither of us had yet to touch the candy.

"You can-" We both started.

"Ok, I'll-" We both reached and stopped.

Deciding to snatch the parcel quickly, I leaned in to grab it. Unfortunately, Hannah had the exact same idea.

Our heads bumped into each other, as and we once again withdrew.

She was blushing furiously, and from the heat in my face, I was too.

We both came to a silent agreement, and ignored the box. Eventually though, we faced the inevitable.

Only the fudge was left.

My eyes flicked between her face and the candy. Several tense moments passed.

"Umm, I'll get it." Hannah offered.

"Yeah, that's probably best."

She grabbed the troublesome box, unwrapped it, and dropped it in the bag.

"There!" I drizzled sleeping potion over all of it, and Hannah sealed it the whole mess in.

"Although, shouldn't we make another to spike more then just the punch?" Hannah asked after several moments.

"Sure!" I felt a little over exited at the prospect.

We made two more packages, and I tried to avoid any more cringey scenes. Even though we didn't quite succeed, my heart plummeted into my toes when we had to go.

"Bye." My voice held the faintest twinge of the gloom I was feeling.

"Bye, Neville." I thought I detected something in her tone as well, but I couldn't be sure.

A few steps took her to the door, and I had a sudden bizarre impulse to stop her. Just as these thoughts crossed my mind, the exit vanished.

Shoot, I think I just did that.

Hannah's exclamation of surprise and alarm was drowned by my own racing wishes.

Open back up again, I didn't mean it. C'mon, please?

But the wall stayed resolutely solid.

"What do we do now?" I asked.

"Wait?"

"Someone will have to check on us eventually, right?"

"Right...What'll we do till then?"

"Brainstorm more ways to make this party fail?"

"You're a genius, Hannah."

"I know."

We thought of everything from sabotaging the music to play Muggle songs, to Transforming the Death Eater masks into doe-eyed smiles.

After awhile, we stopped talking about the DA all together. We made bad jokes, and laughed about stupid things. It didn't matter that we were as funny as a Yule Log, I was wheezing.

I looked deep into her eyes, but my gaze traveled to her strawberry-pink lips as if pulled by a magnet.

"Neville, I-"

The door creaked open, and Ginny stood there. Her eyes were frantic, but relief broke across her face when she saw us.

"Neville! Hannah! You had me worried. We, we thought the Carrows had you. I'm glad you're alright. Did you make any progress on the packets?"

"Yeah, they're done..."

"Lovely!"

"We had some other ideas too."

As I told her our plans, my mind couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if Ginny had been five minutes later....."

Did I make anyone want to repeatedly slam their head into a wall? I did. I also don't know many good songs to make the Death Eaters listen to, any suggestions? Put those and criticism,

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Thanks,
Aria