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"Neville?" she exclaimed, gazing with wide eyes at the boy holding her tightly in his arms. To think that she'd been saved from falling off of a ladder by Neville Longbottom!
"Are you alright, Harri?" he asked, gazing into her face worriedly.
"Yeah," she breathed. "Thanks for catching me!"
He smiled slightly. "It was a pleasure," he murmured, only to pause, his face reddening. "Not that you fell, of course... I mean... I'm glad that I caught you... Er, not that I wanted it to be me, but that you weren't hurt..."
Harri grinned, halting his rambling with a hand on his shoulder. "I get what you mean, Nev," she responded. "I'm glad that you caught me, too."
"Oh," he replied, relief touching his features even as the red in his cheeks refused to lessen. "Right... Good..."
There was a brief pause, before Harri gave his shoulder an awkward pat. "Um, you can let me down now, Neville."
His face now rivaled the color of their vest as he set her gently down on her feet. "Right! Yes, yes, of course... sorry..."
"No worries," she grinned. "It's good to know that someone has got my back."
The heat in his cheeks faded as Neville fixed her with a solemn expression. "I'll always have your back, Harri," he promised.
The brunette paused at his earnest tone, staring at him in awe. After another awkward pause, she smiled and walked away.
Neville watched her go, his expression wistful. 'And you'll have my heart,' he thought out to her. 'Whenever you're ready...'