Draco groaned as he heard the common room door slam shut. He rolled over, and began to put his silk covered pillow over his head when a familiar voice called out from downstairs.

“Draco? Are you awake?”

Draco sat up in his bed, and rubbed his eyes. “Twilight?” He muttered, then pulled on a comfortable pair of silk pajama pants. He sped down the stairwell. Twilight stood there, the full moon shining on their dark curls. She turned, her face full of tears.

“My Lady, What are you doing here?” He stood there, sleep still muddling his brain.

“I had a terrible dream, Draco. I needed to see you. I thought...” She stopped and flung herself into him. He hugged her tightly, burying is face into her hair, always smelling like lavender and sunshine. “What happened, Twilight?”
He turned his head down to look her in the eyes, but then she quickly turned her face up and kissed him.
He pulled away quickly, his eyes as round as quarters, “Twilight, what are you-”

She stopped him with a single finger on his lips. “You were gone. You had just picked up and left me for good. I couldn't let that happen, so I found out the Slytherin password and I came down here to...” She folded her hands together, “To be honest, I am not sure what I came down here to do.”

Draco sighed, “I told you, Twilight, I would never put you through anything like that again. Especially after the pain that 'That Girl' Put you through.”

Twilight's eyes narrowed, “By 'That Girl,' Do you mean Pansy?”

Draco smirked, “Don't tell me you are going back on our plan?” He raised one eyebrow at her.

She scoffed, a very unladylike snort following. “NO... I am still all for the plan. I just was worried about you, Draco, as I said.” She traced the indentions on his chest. “I just wanted someone to keep me warm tonight.” Her voice lowered and she kissed him again. Draco closed his eyes, falling into the kiss. Suddenly, her lips became more insistent... More brutal... more....NOT TWILIGHT. His brain screamed at him, telling him  he was stupid if he stopped, but he wrenched his face from hers.

“Twilight” He pulled back with a gasp, “What is my favorite color?”

Twilight's eyes furrowed, “What the Hell? Draco, your favorite color? I mean...” She plastered a fake meekness to her face. “It's silver isn't it?”

Draco sighed and placed his palms around her wrists. “Incarcerous.” Shackles flew out from the dungeon walls and grabbed Twilight by her wrists and ankles and flung her back against the wall with an OOMPH! “Draco! Put me down this instant! How dare you?”

“You are not Twilight Eventide.” Draco said, then turned around and sent a little Avifor bird with the Malfoy Crest on his chest to Neville, and what he hoped was the real Twilight.

“The way I see it,” Draco said, “You are a perfect imitation, which means Polyjuice Potion. You also know the password, which in my books,  makes you a Slytherin. You are interested in me, so I hope to Merlin above  that you are a girl.” He shuddered at the thought otherwise. He looked over at the clock on the mantle that read 12:25. “You probably downed the potion at exactly midnight, which means that I have thirty five minutes to kill.” He was just about to sit down, proud of himself for doing the Sherlock Holmes thing, when Neville and another Twilight burst through the door.
“Whats the emergency?” Neville mumbled and he halted mid yawn. “Heavens.” He exclaimed, looking at the wall at the chained Twilight, then to the Twilight next to him.
“First things first. Twilight? What is my favorite color?” He asked the bleary eyed twilight who was still clutching a blanket to herself.  

She smirked, then snorted. “Royal purple. You have a favorite silk shirt that you wear to all of your public functions. 'It brings out your eyes,' I believe I've told you many times before...”

She was interrupted by Draco leaping over the back of the couch and pulling her into a hearty embrace. “I am so sorry.” He mumbled, silent tears falling from his eyes.

Twilight wrapped her arms gently around Draco's naked chest, and looked at Neville. After a few seconds, Neville got the hint, and headed up the stairs labeled, 'Malfoy' curiosity getting the better of him.

“Now, Draco, What are you sorry for?” Twilight said as soon as Neville disappeared up the stairs. She pulled away from him, and stared into those soft yet steel colored eyes. He took a deep shuddering breath and said, in a whisper, “I just gave our first kiss to an impostor.” He loosened  his grip on her then turned to sit in a leather chair, putting his head in his hands. Twilight looked at him and shook her messy curls twice. She dropped to her knees in front of his legs and grabbed his face in her hands, using her thumbs to wipe away his tears.
“You listen to me, Draco Cain Malfoy. This is a direct order from Princess Eventide. Forget about her. When we kiss for the first time, it will be on our time, in our own time, understood?”

Draco started, “When we kiss?” Draco whispered, then his blue eyes met her blackened green ones for an electric second. His eyes flushed with something unknown, and Twilight blushed. “When and IF we kiss then. Understood?” She repeated. At his nod, she smiled.

“Great! Now how long till we call PROFESSOR SNAPE in here to deal with this intruder?” Draco crossed his arms, nodding at Twilight's comment. The fake Twilight's head popped up. “Please! Don't tell the professor! This would be my last offense, and I would be expelled.”

Draco and Twilight sat down on the leather couch in front of the culprit. “I still think you should tell the professor for PERSONAL REASONS, Twilight. I personally think it is your call whether you get this person in trouble or not. It is you after all she, I think its a she, is impersonating.”

“Uncle-” Twilight stopped herself, and cleared her throat. “PROFESSOR Snape needs his beauty sleep. We shouldn't disturb him.”

Neville popped into the room now, with three chocolate frogs, and a Sugar Quill in hand. “Yeah, because he is so ruggedly handsome with it.” He snorted, and then popped a frog's leg into his mouth.

“Where did you find all of that?”  Draco asked, looking over the back of the couch at Neville's findings.  Neville's eyes shined with mischievousness. “Your room.” He said simply.

Draco's jaw dropped. “I password protected that drawer.”

Neville shrugged, “I guessed that it was Twi's Middle name, and It was. Nimue. It only made sense that it was something to do with Twi.”

“But now I don't have sweets until next week when we go to Hogsmeade.”

“I will get you some sweets from Zonko's, Draco. I know how obsessed you are with sweets.” Twilight said, taking one of the other frogs from Neville.

“Everyone knows how obsessed you are with sweets.” the fake Twilight said.

“Shut your gob.” They all three said at once, then laughed.

They were splitting the Sugar Quill when the grandfather clock struck one. All eyes turned to the shackled Twilight. Draco's eyes were narrowed; Twilight's eyes widened in fear. Neville moved over to the chair closest to the impostor, blatant curiosity in his eyes.  

Suddenly Twilights curvaceous form thinned out into an athletic build. The short but well manicured nails turned into half inch talons, each painted a dark emerald green. Twilight's Dark green, nearly black eyes faded to a dull mossy color, and her curls turned into a violently bright shade of violet black, more violet than black.

Neville crossed his arms across his chest. “ Well, Well, We should have guessed, gang. Pansy Parkinson, I presume? We haven't been properly introduced. I'm Neville.”

“Go to hell.” Pansy spat, then tugged twice on the chains, but they wouldn't budge.

“Language Pansy. You also know I am very proficient at the incarceration spell.”

Pansy's eyes turned into narrow slits, and she purred seductively. “I remember that very much, Draco, MY MASTER.”

“You lying BINT!” Draco spat, and made a move towards her, violence in his eyes.  Twilight just put a single hand in the middle of his chest, and pushed lightly. Her eyes widened at the feeling of his muscles flexing underneath her fingertips, how strong he was. She then whispered, “We will get her, if you trust me. I have a plan.”

Draco stopped and nodded at Twilight. “I trust you.” He whispered. Twilight nodded back, then walked up to Pansy. “What exactly were you hoping to accomplish by imitating me? I find it very odd that you would imitate me at this hour?”

“Well I wanted to seduce the pants off of Draco. Then when he woke up with me in the morning, I would explain to him how childish his adoration for you is, then he would leave you for me.

“You tried to seduce Draco as Twi?” Neville gaped, snickers falling out of his mouth. “I bet that was amusing.”

Pansy sneered, “Yes, I'm sure you find it completely amusing. I am a barrel of laughs.  Now what was it you said about a plan?”

Twilight thought quickly. “Well, Draco and I have known each other since infancy. And well,” she looked over her shoulder at him, “I love him madly.” she made the most sickly sweet puppy dog face, Draco had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. He turned his eyes into what he hoped was a lust filled gaze before she continued. “After Graduation this year, I will be crowned queen of my country. I need to get married, and Draco is the love of my life. We were going to run away and elope.”

Both of her boys inhaled, a sharp audible intake of breath. They both said nothing. Twilight pulled out a ring from her pajama pants pocket. She placed it on her left ring finger. “He proposed right after supper. We danced by moonlight by the lake and he conjured-”

Draco interrupted, playing along with the little story Twilight was weaving. “Lavender blossoms and peach rose petals, which are her favorites. We danced slowly with Enya in the background. You were wearing the most...” He waved his hand, and her pj's transformed into a red gown, held together behind her neck, with a gorgeous boxed cut skirt.  He looked at her widened eyes and smiled, “Beautiful shade of red that brought out the gorgeous green in her eyes.” HE smiled warmly at her, then she at him.

They both then turned their attention to Pansy she had silent tears streaming down her face, and her hair, obviously charmed to stay straight, was beginning to curl on the ends. She looked at twilight, “Alright, you win. For now. Let me go.”

Twilight's eyes flared, “No. You are done for good with me and Draco. If there is anything close to a hint that you are coming after me, Uncle- PROFESSOR Snape will be involved. If that still doesn't work, I will tell my mum and Dad. Understand?”

Realization flashed in Pansy's eyes, then it was gone suddenly, replaced with unpretentiousness and subservience. “I understand, My Lady.” Draco waved his hands once, and pansy hit the floor with a THUMP.

Pansy stood up shakily and slowly walked towards the Slytherin Girl's Dormitories, but stopped at the stairwell.
“A lock of your hair, My Lady, and a change of clothes cost me twenty galleons.”

Neville turned a funny shade of puce; Draco's face flushed red with anger.

“Who?” Draco hissed between his teeth. Pansy's lips curled up into a sickening smile. “That is for you to figure out, My future King. Goodnight. Nice to meet you, Neville.” Her words were dripping with sarcasm, and Neville scoffed in reply.

Moments of silence passed until they heard the deep thud of the door closing upstairs.

“Are you mad?” Draco hissed, grabbing twilight and shaking her.

“If your father and mother even get a whiff of a rumor about you eloping...” Neville shuddered, “ I can't even imagine what would happen.”

“ You just put us all at risk for punishment, do you realize that?”  Draco paced three steps away, then turned back around and grabbed her left hand. “Where did you get that?”

Twilight raised a single hand. This practiced motion set both boys to silence. “First of all, you both must remember this is a rouse, a simple ploy to keep her at bay, and out of Draco's hair. Secondly, my mother in all of her romance novel glory thinks were destined. She already believes we are in love. Thirdly, My father loves you more than your OWN father does. Lastly, dear boys, do not forget: I. Am. A. Princess. If I make a formal decree it is done. So if Draco and I were to ever get engaged, he would be a prince, just in the blink of my eyes, and a word from my mouth, or a flick of my wrist.”

She took her 'engagement' ring off of her finger, then waved her hand over it. The empty chocolate frog wrapper she had stuck in her pocket earlier was left in her hand. “Potions and Transfiguration are my best subjects. Yours too, apparently, Draco.”  She twirled around once, the dress flowing with her. She saw them both staring at her with smiles on her face. “Boys, we just need to remember that we are best friends. This is just for revenge, and as petty as that sounds, thats what all of this is for.”

Neville stood and yawned, “Well I am going to go back upstairs and get a few hours of shut eye, then I have to get started on that list.”

“List?” Draco asked.

“Well, we have a mystery on our hands. I am going to make a list of possible Gryffindors who could have came in contact with Twi's stuff. Who else could have gotten hold of Twilight's hair and clothes?” With a wave, he was gone.

Twilight sighed, “He is right. Someone else is after me. Why is there always someone after me?” She placed her head in her hands and sat, running her fingers through her hair.

Draco crouched in front of her, placing his hand on her knee. “Did you mean it Twi?” Draco swallowed, trying Neville's nickname for her on for size.

“Mean what, Draco?” Twilight lifted her head, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“When you said that you would make me a prince.”

Twilight looked into Draco's soft blue eyes , and for the second time that night, electricity and heat passed between them, making Twilight very confused, and her stomach flip. She thought for a moment, then answered, “Of course, Draco. You are already my prince. I would do anything for you. You and Neville are my best friends.”

Draco smiled again, although this time, it looked slightly pained. “Come on, Princess. Lets get you back up the eight stories of ever changing stairs.” He helped her to her feet, then watched her smooth out the lines of the dress he transfigured. “I was going to give you that for your birthday in July. I suppose I could painstakingly think up another one.” he gave a mock sigh and Twilight laughed.

“Now I know who to go to when I have a fashion question.”

Draco nodded and gave her a mock bow. “Always at your service, my lady.”

“That's good to know.”

“I mean it.” Draco said as they walked over to the portrait hole. “No matter what it is, Twilight, I will always be there for you.”

She blushed, and then pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. “I know, Draco. That is why I sleep so well at night.” Then she was gone.


Draco sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He stood, then walked slowly back to his room. He picked up another Sugar Quill and sat in the armchair in the corner of his room. The full length mirror version stared back at him. “She's got us all twisted up inside, doesn't she?”

Draco sighed, twirling his sugar Quill between his index finger and his thumb.

“She's a princess! Her mom and dad are royalty, she is...”

The mirror smirked and interrupted, “The most amazing girl you have ever and will ever meet. Don't screw this over for us, Draco.”

Draco sighed again and ran his fingers through his blond locks, a habit he unconsciously did when he was thinking. “I am just a best friend to her, like Neville.”

The mirror's eyes lit up and he smirked, “You are her prince though, Draco. She even said so. She is willing to break rules for you.”

“Losing everything she has in the process, including her kingdom. I don't even know where she rules! I always hung out with her at her summer house in London. I can't ask her to give up everything for me.”

He threw his legs over the chair's arm, sucking on his sweet in silence for a moment.

The mirror looked into Draco's eyes. “You still can't deny your feelings for her, Draco. I am you. I feel them too.”

a choking breath escaped Draco. “ It almost feels dangerous. Falling out is a lot harder than falling in.”

the mirror smiled. “Those dark black curls, Those almost Black green eyes, those beautiful lips and gorgeous smile... Aren't they all worth it, Draco?”

Draco finished his sugar quill and burrowed  deep into his emerald comforter. He laid awake until the sun rose and everyone started to stir to head to the Great Hall for breakfast. He stood and got dressed for class.

“You never answered my question, Draco.” His reflection replied, straightening his tie.

“I don't have one yet. Ill know by tonight. Ill find a way to let Twi know how I feel.” Draco waved a hand and suddenly a seed on the table sprouted into a single white rose. He scribbled a quick but well thought out note on a piece of parchment. He then tied it to the leg of his eagle owl, Ardith, and flung him out of the window. “You....I...I! Will be the first to know. You are just a reflection after all...” The mirror smiled at him as he grabbed his black leather book bag, and walked out of the door.


Breakfast was a very same thing affair, Neville mused as he got the same oatmeal and toast he did everyday. Upon the plate beside him, Neville placed two strips of turkey bacon, three over easy eggs, and a pile of hash browns, with gravy. He was buttering a second piece of wheat toast when Twilight walked into the Great Hall.  She sat down and stared at the full plate. Then she rolled her eyes, “Neville!”

“What? I know what you like for breakfast.”
She put her hand under the table, grabbing his. She gave his hand a light squeeze. “I am glad that we are close enough that you know what I like and hate.”

Neville flushed pink, “Not as close as you and Draco, it seems.”

“Come on, Neville. You know that this whole thing is a game. I love Draco no more or less than I love you.” She looked everywhere but couldn't look Neville in the eyes.
“Sure, Twi. Whatever you say. Keep telling yourself that, and you might actually believe it one day.”

Twilight was about to say something, but the fluttering and rustling of wings stopped her. A shadow passed over her and an eagle owl landed gracefully in front of her plate. “Ardith!” Twilight exclaimed, rubbing the familiar owl's head. “My father gave him to Draco in his first year for his eleventh birthday. For me?”

The owl nodded once, and patiently held out his leg. Twi untied the piece of parchment from the owl then sent him away with a piece of bacon in his beak. Across the front of the scroll in almost feminine letters Draco had written, “Ollie Ollie...”

Twilight laughed aloud. She looked over at the Slytherin table where Draco sat. he steeple d his fingers over his plate and smiled at her. Neville looked over at the closed parchment, noticing that there was no seal, not even a seam. “How do you open it?”

Twilight turned back around from staring, no, observing Draco and held the scroll with both hands. She whispered, “Eventide Oxen free.”
With a flash of Malfoy Green and Draco's Purple, a seal bearing the Malfoy crest appeared, as did a seam.

Neville scoffed, “Let me guess: a you and Draco Thing?”

Twilight blushed. “We created it in our respective first years. Him here at Hogwarts, and I was attending Beauxbatons.”
Neville sighed, “I just wish I had someone that I was that close to. I want that kind of relationship.”

“You're daft.” Twilight unrolled the scroll.
“You're in denial.” Neville put some honey in his oatmeal, and thought for a moment. “ Think hard on it, Twi. I don't want you giving up something good for you just because you feel obligated you your kingdom.”

Twilight bit her lower lip and nodded, thoughts running rampant through her head. Her eyes went wide as a silver band and a white rose fell into her palm. The note read:

Dearest Twilight,
I give you this piece of silver, not only for the sake of illusion, but to say thank you. I fully believe that if it wasn't for you, Queen Jenavire, and King Aden, I would not be here today. I have made our little illusion a reality. Tonight, at sunset meet me by the Great Lake. We need to talk. I obviously have some things that I need to get off my chest. I await your answer. As always, I wait for you.

Faithfully,
Draco Cain Malfoy.

Twilight pondered a moment, then smiled. She slipped the band onto her hand, then looked at Draco. She nodded. She then spent the day waiting for the sun to set, and wondered what she was to do with her hair, and which shoes to wear. She already knew what she was going to wear...

At exactly seven o'clock, as the sun started to sink in the valley of the mountains on the edge of Hogwarts Campus,Twilight came down from her personal room to the Gryffindor common room.

Neville looked up from his book on Homeopathic remedies and gave a wolf whistle. Twilight stood at the foot of the steps in the red dress Draco conjured for her the night before. She had braided little white daisies in her locks and she stood in five inch leather heels, making her five nine. She blushed, “Stop that. I am just meeting with Draco.”
“Uh huh. In your heels, and a dress. The dress HE made you, might I add.”
“ Right. We just need to talk.”
“Know what you are going to say, Twi?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “I figure that I will make it up as I go. I will play it by heart, so to speak.”

“So you love him?” Neville's chocolate brown eyes shimmered with curiosity.

Twilight didn't trust her voice when she thought of Draco, so she nodded, a very slight yes.

“I'm sorry then Twi. I'm sorry ahead of time.” Neville turned his head away, and he stood and turned towards the bookshelf behind his chair.

“Neville, look at me.” Twilight put on her royal order voice, and Neville slowly turned around. “Whatever for? Why are you sorry?” She put a hand on his cheek, pulling away to find her fingertips wet. “Neville, why are you crying?!”
“I'm jealous, okay?!” Neville threw up his hands and paced, “I know everything is going to change now that you and Draco are actually an item.”

“Neville, listen to me.” She kissed his forehead, then continued, “I love you like I love my own family. You are my older brother. I love you just as much as I love my mum and Dad. Draco and I share a different kind of love... besides, if things go the way I heard they are going to go, you won't be alone for long. I heard about this little blond Ravenclaw girl that has a massive crush on you, and...”


Draco continued his pacing by the lake.
He stopped, looking down at what he was wearing. A pair of tailored sleek black trousers framed his legs, and his favorite purple shirt covered his torso and chest. He bent down to tie one of his leather boots then glanced out. He had covered the ground  surrounding the willow tree  with lavender blossoms and peach rose petals, as he described. “That was a stupid idea.” Draco mumbled, pulling the bow on his shoes tight with excessive force.

“What stupid idea?” Twilight's voice sounded from above him. He looked up slowly. Her feet donned five inch heels that she had been trained to walk in since she was little. Her calves were well toned, her thighs were very lithe, hidden well underneath red folds of dress. Her skin was the color of churned creme. Her hands were on her hips, her ring finger of her left hand glinting in the sunset.

“Draco, Dear, My eyes are up here.”

Twilight's voice shook him out of his reverie. “OH! SORRY!” He stumbled, then stood up quickly, sending spots before his eyes.
“Careful! I didn't know my beauty was that staggering.” she laughed, and grabbed his shirt and held him until he was steady.
“The flowers. They were my stupid idea.” Draco mumbled, rubbing his forehead.  

Twilight smiled warmly at him. “Nonsense. They are lovely.”

Once he was, she let him go, and gave a proper curtsy. “Mister Malfoy.”

“ Mademoiselle Eventide.” He bowed and waved his wand towards the Wireless he had brought from his room.  The voice of the disk jockey rang out.

“That was 'Gryffindor Dreams' by The Wheezes, a local fan band of Fred and George Weasley, owners of Weasley Wizard Wheezes. . Now we have a very special dedication that just came in by Eagle owl. There was no name on the scroll that came with this guy, only a note. It said:

To my dearest Friend, T.E.,

You were always there. Through the ups and downs, you saw me, the real me, inside and out. Through the days of my father's abuse, and my mother's suffocation and overcompensation, you were there. You knew every inch of my sordid past, and my potentially sordid future, yet you never judged me. Within a blink of your gorgeous green eye, though you never saw it, you turned me into your equal. For this I thank you.  
Now, not unbeknown to me, my feelings for you have changed. I wanted to personally destroy those who tried to tear us apart. Every meal, every dream, every thought, every sweet thing in my life lately seems to remind me of you. Little did I know that this means that I am in love with you. I finally realized, when I saw the 'wrapper surprise' last night that I wanted to be the prince you always dreamed of. I wanted that little illusion to be reality. Not now, of course, heavens no. Someday, I want you to love me the way I love you.
You are and will always be the greatest thing a man could ever ask for. Forever, I will always be yours. Your best friend, your brother if need be, but foremost, I want to be with you. Always.

Faithfully.

And across the bottom there is a song request. This song is sang by a muggle born woman, but I think that the Wizard community will like her too! Enjoy!”

Suddenly, Enya started to play, “May It Be.” began to play.

Twilight looked over at Draco, her harsh green eyes softening with unshed tears. “Draco, I don't know what to say.”

Draco smiled one of his megawatt smiles, “Then don't. Just dance with me.” he grabbed her left hand and twirled her in towards his chest. The scent of lavender wafted into his nose, making him groan.
“How is it that you always smell so damn good? Like lavender, all the time...”
She blushed as he spun her out and grabbed her around the waist, rocking them back and forth. “I have a lavender fetish. I have lavender soap, shampoo, conditioner, body spray, and lotion.”

Then they danced. The Enya song ended, then two more songs passed without a single word uttered between them. Twilight just set her head on Draco's shoulder, and they rocked, enjoying each other's company. Twilight after what seemed like forever, looked up at the moon, which was high in the sky. She looked around and noticed that Draco at one point had conjured torches and lit them. “We had better get back.” Twilight whispered, then set her head back on his shoulder. They were a perfect fit, only when she was in heels. This thought made Twi laugh. Draco pulled away from her just enough to look into her eyes.
“What's so funny?”
twilight looked up into his steel gray eyes and smiled at the electric moment between them. Her heart thumped loudly as she said, “I just figured out that we are a perfect fit.”
Draco smiled warmly. “Only when short girls wear heels.”
Twilight laughed at the moment of telepathy. “NO, I meant it. We are perfection, and I think...” She bit her lip, “I think I love you too.”
Draco cocked his head to one side, and looked at her warily. “Love me like you love Neville?”
“No.” Twilight shook her obsidian curls. “You are different. You and I have always been different. We always had a different relationship than Neville and I had. I guess we were just too young to realize...”
“So am I a prince?” Draco interrupted, sending another megawatt smile her way. Twilight smirked, “Let's just start out with boyfriend, okay?”
Draco nodded, then started to lower his mouth to hers. A scant inch away, a spark of electricity jumped from her lips to his. They both smiled at this, then his lips completed the journey.

Twilight wrapped her arms around his neck, her senses reeling. He tasted of sugar quills and honey. He smelled of pine trees and masculinity.
After a few sweet moments, they broke apart, both of them out of breath.
“Wow. My first kiss.” Twilight said, playing with the hair at the back of his neck.
“Wow. My last first kiss.” Draco said smiling, then he kissed her again.

They stayed out on the grounds that night, talking, and reminiscing until the sun came up. There also may have been more kissing as well. They both dragged their very tired carcasses into the Castle for breakfast the next morning. They were met by Neville who was leaning against the doors to the Great Hall.

“And where have you two been?” Neville crossed his arms across his chest.

They both blushed.