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Gran,

I wanted to talk to you about something...Could you come to hogsmead the 3rd of November?

Neville.

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Neville stood looking out of the owlery window, watching the barn owl fly into the distance. The sky was gray with puffy dark clouds.

"Looks like snow," Someone said. Neville jumped. He was lucky the wall has stopped him as he slipped on the dropping strewn floor and almost fell from the window.  Neville turned to see Harry with Hedwig on his shoulder.

"How is she? Hedwig, I mean." Neville asked. He cleared his throat slightly. The last Neville had saw Hedwig, she was unable to lay her wing flat.

"Oh," Harry smiled up at the owl. "Grubblyplank healed her up right." Harry glanced behind him before continuing, "McGonagall thinks someone was trying to intercept my mail."

Neville glanced back out the window. He hoped his letter wouldn't intercepted. He was ready for everyone to know his secret.

"I'm sure it's fine," Harry said with a smile. He coaxed Hedwig off his shoulder and she took flight up into the rafters. He moved over to the window by Neville. Neville stiffened slightly. Harry's arm was brushing his. Neville could feel his skin start to raise into goose bumps under his robes. Clearing his throat, he smiled at Harry.

"I'll see you later Harry." Neville adjusted his robes and left the owlery.
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"Harry, you're reading into it. He doesn't like you. Neville likes girls," Ron said, rolling his eyes slightly. They were walking side by side to the quidditch pitch. Ron had known for a while that Harry didn't only like girls but also boys. That was okay with Ron, to each there own.

"Ron, he hasn't had a girlfriend, he only seems to hang out with Ginny and Hermione. What if he likes me and I just don't know?" Harry ran a hand through his hair.

"Then wait for him to tell you then," Ron shrugged.
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