After reaching her quarters, Hermione shucked her robes and headed to the shower, she felt she had the solution everywhere. She knew she hadn’t been that careless but the feeling was still there. As she stood under the spray, she thought of the wizard she had helped. Neville was such a sweet soul. He was one that the Second Wizarding War had changed so much. He had gone from being awkwardly shy and chubby to quite the confident young man with a body to go with it. He had toned up and she knew she wasn’t the only witch to notice but she couldn’t remember ever seeing him dating anyone, strange. Someone as wonderful as Neville deserved to have someone in his life to show their appreciation to all he could offer.