Neville asked me to meet him for lunch and told me he has a big surprise for me. I cleared my afternoon clients. I will have to make it up the rest of the week, but Neville is worth it. I sit at a table in the Leaky Cauldron waiting for him to show up.
Neville walks up to the table with a small smile on his face. "I hope that your schedule wasn't too difficult to clear this afternoon. I have an adventure planned, showing and sharing with you things that I've learned recently and perhaps a plan or two for tomorrow."
"Tomorrow too? I can't take two days off. This afternoon will have to be made up as it is."
"Hannah, luv I wasn't talking about you taking off tomorrow. I was speaking of the future, all of the tomorrows we'll share together," he says.
"Oh, that tomorrow." I grin and take his hand. "Now I'm really curious as to what this surprise is." Tom comes and puts two plates of bangers and mash and two pints of iced butterbeer on the table. "I took the liberty of ordering for us. I hope you don't mind."
"I don't mind at all, he says as he sits. Good food and the company of the witch I adore, I can't think of anything better."
"You adore me? Hardly what I thought my Neville would say two years ago . . . of course then you were only mine in my dreams. I can't believe they came true. I should have let you know sooner . . . back when we were in seventh year and I knew you were the only wizard I wanted. I should have told you."
He begins to blush a little. "We may be akin to a century plant. It blooms every twenty-five years, but once it does it is a sight to behold. We just had to wait till the bloom of love was ready to blossom."
"Did you know then too, Neville?" He's the Gryffindor and the male . . . I take a bite of my lunch. "No need to answer if you don't want to Neville."
He takes a bite and chews it. After he swallows it and mumbles something I can't hear.
I think he said if he'd known I fancied him we would have become a couple then. But I'm not sure. I am his wife. I don't know why he's embarrassed.
He leans towards me, looking directly in my eyes. Slowly, clearly and distinctly he says, "I wanted to be a couple with you in seventh year more than anything that I could say. Back then I wasn't sure if any witch would want me for today never the less <b>forever</b> and I was enjoying our friendship too much to risk it. So much for being a brave Gryffindor. It took a Hufflepuff to show me true bravery and any risk is worth taking and the rewards of the risk would bring riches beyond belief."
"I love you, Neville. And you show me you're a true Gryffindor almost daily." We finish our lunch and I wait to see what Neville has in mind.
As we left the Leaky Cauldron, Neville takes my hand as we stroll down the street. "I've been exploring the sealed off sections of the manor and I've learned more in the last few weeks about history in general and my family in particular than I did in five years at school. I found out at one time, near the time of the founders, that magical Britain was ruled by a oligarchy. To a certain extent that continues today."
"You mean like the Malfoys, the Poliakoffs, the Greengrasses, the Smiths . . ."
"And the Longbottoms and the Abbotts, Marjoribanks, Weasleys and Potters. Their power and influence waxed and waned over the centuries with changes in society and its views. From Esseme on, our family has been on the side of Light and change from what I can gather." He says.
"I don't even know my Abbott cousins. But other than that, yes, I can see what you are saying. So what is the point of all this?"
"Just as a groundwork for an idea I wanted to give you. Gran was a powerful witch both in magical power and political power. One of the reasons she was politically powerful, she served on charitable committees. One was for St. Mungo's Hospital. While I know you don't have much personal time, I thought it maybe one way for you to be introduced into society and gain potential clients."
"So you've come up with a great idea for me to spend more time away from you?" I smirk at him. "Thank you, Neville. I suppose I can see if one of those charities needs me."
"Helping people makes you happy. Then there is a mystique and power of being Madam Longbottom you may not of considered in the past. That power could help you make law that could change our society for the better. You, my love, have an inner strength and drive that surprises me daily."
Is this all about my need for power and his need for me to have a baby sooner? I won't ask. I'll change the subject. "Thanks, Neville. Erm, where are we going?"
"After that wonderful lunch, I want something sweet. Let's pretend we're still students and go to Hogsmeade," he says.
"But Fortescue's is right down the street . . ." What is he up to?
"I was thinking of Honeydukes and their chocolate, are you game?" He asks.
"Of course. I'm a puff girl. I'm always game for chocolate."
"Would you like to side-along or meet me in front of Honeydukes?" He says with a grin.
"It's always more fun to Apparate holding hands."
He reaches over and takes my hand and gives me a peck on the cheek. "Guide the way, beautiul one." A couple of moments later we stand in front of Honeydukes. He opens the door for me and we step inside.
I look at the array of chocolates and other sweets . . . it all looks so amazing and smells even better. My eyes linger on the dark chocolate and caramel dipped pretzels.
Neville goes about the shop picking up ice mice, a half pound box of fudge and a box of Bernie Botts Every Flavor Beans. "Everything looks so wonderful. Do you see anything that strikes your fancy, Hannah?"
"Pretzels. Those ones," I answer, pointing to the dark chocolate caramel ones rolled in chopped nuts.
"One or should we get a baker's dozen so you can take some home too? Do you want anything else?" He asks.
"One is all I want. I'll get fat if we take a dozen more home." I glance at my ample chest . . . I already am a little plump.
He leans close to my ear and whispers, "You're perfect just the way you are. As long as you're happy with yourself, that's all that matters to me. So we'll just get the one."
"I'm just glad you don't seem to mind your witches on the Rubenesque side." He pays for our purchases and after they are packaged, we walk out into the sunshine. He turns to me and says, "I married you because of of what your heart says to me, not the way you look, luv. As I said before, as long as you're happy with yourself, I'll love you no matter how you perceive your looks."
"Where to now?" I ask, knowing the surprise will be more than candy.
We walk down the street munching on our sweets. Neville is eating a piece of fudge and I my pretzel. As we pass Zonko's building, I notice Neville turning a little green around the gills. He's nervous? By the time we're in front of Gladrags, he says, "Bloody Hell, I need the loo!" He runs across the street to the building next to Dervish and Banges pulling a key out of his pocket and opening the door and disappearing inside.
"How did he have a key to that building?" I ask aloud. Some witch on the street looks at me talking to myself and shrugs her shoulders. I move closer to the building. It is exactly across from Scriveners, cross corner from Gladrags. Good spot commercially.
I hear sounds of him getting sick, a few moments later running water. Five minutes after he entered the building, Neville comes back to me. "I'm sorry about that, it was a total surprise," he says.
"Are you okay?" I ask, worriedly, "How did you happen to have the key to that building?"
"I've leased it; would you please come inside?"
"It looks too small for an herbology research office, and you have all the greenhouses at home. . . " I say hesitantly.
"Come in and I'll show you the building and everything it has to offer. It has amenities that few others do."
I follow him in, growing worried. I go through the door and look at a carved sign on a easel. I whisper. "Oh, Neville, what have you done?"
Abbott and Associates
Hannah Abbott, Solicitor, M.J. Founding Partner
Specializing in Business and Contract Law
Established in 2000
"Come back to the back room and I'll give you the full presentation," he says.
I nod numbly and follow him. I think I'm going to be sick.
The back room has a drab desk and two chairs and a table. He gestures for me to take a seat behind the desk.