Dennis Creevy hadn't a day off work in three years.
Not that he minded of course. He loved working at St. Mungos. If you'd seen the boy who had fallen into the lake on his first journey to Hogwarts, you would be astounded to find that he was now one of the finest healers of his age. In his short time at St. Mungos he had already been awarded an Order of Merlin for finding an antidote for lycanthropy (if taken within twenty four hours). Some patients refused to see any other doctor. They would wait for hours demanding Creevy's literally healing hands.
And yet every Friday he took the time to check up on Mr. and Mrs Longbottom. Neville really appreciated that.
Every Friday Neville would walk down the corridor with a packet of gum and a bunch of flowers. Every Friday Dennis would shake his hand warmly. Every Friday Neville would ask the same hopeless question.
And every Friday Dennis would shake his head. No matter how many times Dennis shook his head, Neville always looked disappointed.
He would sit between their beds. He would give then gum and talk about his life. Students at Hogwarts, Plants he was working with, and of course a certain Hannah Abbot. Then after two or three hours, Neville would kiss them on the forehead and say goodbye.
Until the Friday Hannah showed up.
She was dressed so neatly. Her hair was pulled back in a neat little ponytail and her summer dress was a light powdery blue. She had bought with her a tray of mint humbugs she had obviously made herself. Dennis thought this was odd. She had gone to a great deal of effort to make herself look nice, for people who didn't even notice what they were wearing.
Neville was furious. He didn't yell and he didn't stand but Dennis saw anger in his eyes that he had never seen before.
'You shouldn't have come Hannah. I asked you not to.'
Hannah shrugged it off.
'What? Don't you want me too meet your parents?' She asked tipping her head on the side. 'Are you ashamed of me Neville?'
Hannah gave him a big bright grin. Try as he might Neville couldn't help but smile back.
Dennis hadn't had a day off in four years. Every Friday it was the same.
Every Friday Neville and Hannah would walk down the corridor. Neville carried a packet of gum. Hannah carried a bunch of flowers. Every Friday Dennis would shake there hands warmly. Every Friday Neville would ask the same hopeless question.
And every Friday Dennis would shake his head. No matter how many times Dennis shook his head, Neville always looked disappointed. Every Friday Hannah would reach over and gentle stroke Neville's hand. No matter how many times Hannah stroked his hand; Neville's look of sadness would soften. Just a little.