Neville didn't expect to find Pansy hidden on the edge of a battlefield after the Death Eaters were killed. She looked scared, tired, and not at all like the cold Slytherin he thought she was. She held out her un-Marked arm, and Neville saved her from Harry's wand.
He didn't expect the kiss of thanks, or her confession weeks later, words that just slipped out: Love you, Neville.
He laid his head against her breasts, and ran one hand along her arm, reverent.
Love you too, Pansy.
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