Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
By Silver Sailor Ganymede
Hannah Abbott has always loved the greenhouses at Hogwarts. They are warm and light and full of life; everything Hannah loves. She misses the warmth of her family, but the atmosphere of the greenhouses reminds her of it a little. The Hufflepuff quarters do too, sometimes, but most of the time they're too noisy. Hannah's home is quiet and tranquil like the greenhouses are.
Hannah likes the greenhouses because she can be alone without feeling alone. It's only really her and Neville Longbottom who go in there. She likes Neville, perhaps more than he realises, but then again boys have never been the most observant of creatures; especially not Gryffindor boys.
That day Hannah catches sight of Neville as she usually does, and expects him to carry on with his work and completely fail to notice her presence. It's what's always happened before. But that day Neville looks up from his work and catches sight of her. She feels herself blushing slightly and waves to him. He waves back.
"Would you mind helping me with this?" Neville stutters out at last. "It's kind of hard to do on your own… and I know that you're good at Herbology. So would you mind…" he blushes red and Hannah nods: of course she'll help.
Even though she's soon covered in mud and bubotuber puss, Hannah feels happier than she has in a long time.