His wife. He'd never fully believed that. That this girl, this absolute vision of beauty, was his wife. That she'd chosen him, little Neville Longbottom. He remembered the first day he'd seen her ... and the breath she stole from him with just a look. That smile, that face ... that incredible body. He'd never once thought she'd be interested in him. Not in a million years. She was Harry's chief carer, that's the only reason she'd have to ever speak to him.