Harry shook his head, no words coming out as he kept tugging on his best friend’s arm. Neville looked like he was going to fight him on it; he was the better fighter out of the two of them, but the mere thought of letting Hermione out of his sight, his arms, when just moments before he was so close to losing her...Harry walked closer, wounding his arm around Hermione’s waist and trying to pull her towards him.