[EDIT: Dang it! This is what I get for updating my fic in the wee hours of the morning, I upload the wrong document. Well here is the correct chapter!]
Hello readers! This is a filler chapter because I wanted to bring Neville back because he is just so much fun.
Unrelated Side Note: Googling Matthew Lewis is always a fabulous idea.
Hermione debated if she should tell her friends about the date she had planned for tomorrow. She really didn't want to risk it ending up in the paper and everyone finding out that way, but she didn't want to deal with everyone freaking out over something that might not even work out in the end. Hermione starts out small and goes to Floo Neville since he was probably wondering what had happened after he left anyways. "Hey Nev?" Hermione called as she stuck her head in the Floo. "The scary house elf is gone if you want to come back over."
She snickered when Neville appeared and pulled a face. "Get out of my fireplace and make room then. And for the record, I wasn't scared. I left because he wasn't going to stop bothering me until I did."
Hermione stood up and backed away from her fireplace to make room for her large friend. "So Hermione, what was did the little elf want?" Neville asked as he brushed soot off of his robes.
Hermione waved her wand with a quick scourgify to clean Neville off before she answered. "Well his master is Draco and hewantedtoaskmeoutonadate." Hermione said in a rush, her cheeks pink.
"Draco! What did he want?"
"He wanted to askmeoutonadate." Hermione trailed off. Goodness! If it was this hard to tell Neville then she would never be able to tell Harry and Ron!
"He wanted to what?"
"Date. He wanted to ask me out on a date." Hermione said with a grimace. Maybe finding out in the Profit isn't such a bad idea after all?
Neville nodded slowly. "Oh-kaaaay, so have you answered yet?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes."
"And what did you say?" Neville asked with his nose all scrunched up.
Hermione squared her shoulders. "I told him yes. He seemed perfectly genuine in his letter and the last time I spoke to him he was a gentleman."
"Can I see the letter Hermione?" Hermione went into the kitchen and retrieved the letter from its place on the table. She held it out to Neville who levitated it with his wand.
Hermione stood with her hands on her hips. "Neville Frank Longbottom are you going to test my mail for hexes! Do you not think that I did that before I opened it myself?" Hermione harrumphed. "I didn't realize that you thought so little of me."
Neville shook his head. "Not at all Hermione, I'm just testing the parchment for some sort of contact transmittable potion or something like that. Something that most people wouldn't think to check for.
"Well I can promise that I'm not under a love spell." Neville just shot her a long suffering look. "Yes, yes I know. That's exactly what someone under a love spell would say. Just do your test and see for yourself." Hermione stood quietly for a moment. "And could you maybe teach it to me?"
Neville smiled and set the paper down. "Alright. Now the spell is Venenum Revelare." He tapped the paper with his wand and the tip glowed green. "Okay so, green means that everything's fine, yellow means it's a fadded or non-working potion, and red means a dangerous one."
Hermione nodded. "So are you secure in the knowlege that I'm not under an enchantment of any kind?"
Nevile blushed. "Yeah, I just had to be sure because it's-"
"Malfoy. I know." Hermione grinned. "But I think I should give him a chance and see where this goes. It could be good for him to have someone give him a chance, I don't think he gets many of those."
Neville groaned. "Hermione love, please don't turn Malgoy ito another S.P.E.W. I don't think it would end well."
"Well thanks for that Neville, you had a S.P.E.W. button so you can't complain about it too much Mister."
"Well I was scared of you, even back then. Didn't want to risk your wrath by turning you down. I was a smart boy." Neville laughed.
Hermione playfully smacked Neville on the arm. "Well thanks for that. The only other person in S.P.E.W. and it was because he was scared of me. Great." She laughed.
Neville chuckled. "Not that I don't love this, but how come you told me before you told Harry and Ron?"
Hermione bit her lip. "How do you know I didn't tell them first?"
"Because it hasn't been long enough for you to have read and responded to the letter AND for Ron to have blown up AND calmed down about it."
"Well I'm not looking forward to telling them, Ron especially. It's going to be bad enough that they are going to think I'm barmy, I don't need someone to yell at me."
"If he finds out from the Profit then he will blow a fuse, but if you tell him you get to explain." Neville gave Hermione a long hug. "Just do it quick, like downing a nasty potion. I've got to get home to Hannah, but think about what I said."
Hermione followed Neville to the Floo and took a deep breath as he prepared to call Grimauld Place. "Just like ripping off a plaster." She murmered to herself as she stuck her head in the fireplace. "Harry? Ron! I need to speak to you both!"
So the next chapter is going to be her telling the boys and the chapter after that is going to be the date. I want them to be separate because I say so, so you guys have to wait a bit longer before they are officially official.