[HP] Born to be a pair

The glare of the sun flooded her closed eyes, and Renee felt her eyes swell unbearably, her eyelashes began to tremble, and a sense of anxiety that could not bear to open her eyes permeated her chest.

Did she -- Renee couldn't bear to think about it -- died again?

"Renee?" She heard Neville's soft call, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief—this meant that the timeline of her resurrection was still in the situation of interacting with Neville.

"Ms. Pomfrey, can you take a look at her again?" Neville said in panic. "Everyone else is awake, why is Renee the only one who has been unconscious?"

"Oh, Longbottom!" Madam Pomfrey sighed, "As I said earlier, Hawke was not only hit by the Stunning Spell, she also fell from a very high step and broke two leg bones, the back of her head There is also a big swelling—how can you expect her to wake up so quickly?"

The patient who was still in a coma just sat up from the bed, Renee's eyes widened, and she looked around in disbelief.

The gray and white walls and the open windows allow the full sunlight to flow into the room, and there are several hospital beds side by side beside the bed where she is lying.

Hermione was next door to her, smiling and waving with her head tilted; on the other side of her was Ron, stuffed with chocolate frogs, chewing and looking in her direction.

"you're awake?!"

And as soon as she turned her head, a big face suddenly came close to her eyes—it wasn't until he was pulled away by Madam Pomfrey that Renee realized that it was Neville who had been talking before.

"Please don't stimulate the patient's emotions, Mr. Longbottom." Madam Pomfrey said dissatisfied.

Afterwards, she drew the curtain beside the hospital bed, stepped forward and carefully examined Renee's injuries, including two healthy legs, the back of the head that had subsided from swelling, and scrapes and bruises all over the body.

After examining it like a puppet, Ms. Pomfrey said to Renee: "Great! Hawke, your injury is recovering very quickly. I think you will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow at the latest!"

"What about me?" Hermione's voice sounded eager from the other side of the curtain.

"You have to stay for another two weeks, go to bed early, dear." Madam Pomfrey said, and left the ward after hastily packing up the empty medicine bottles at the end of the bed.

Through the thin white curtain of the bed, Renee saw Neville's figure reflected on it. He was always guarding near the end of the bed. Ever since he saw her wake up, he refused to even sit on a chair.

She also saw several figures leaving the ward one after another - Harry, Ginny and Luna.In this way, their injuries did not require hospitalization, and this realization made Renee relax a little.

"I—" Neville asked hesitantly, "may I come in?"

"Come in," Renee said, pursing her lips.

The joint of the bed curtain was lifted, and Neville's golden hair came into Renee's sight first, and he came in with his head down again, nervousness and timidity had been written on his face, as well as the bright red on the ears.

"I--"

"I--"

They spoke at the same time, causing Neville to raise his head by accident. Now his cheeks are clean and there is no more blood; the broken nasal bone has been repaired, and it seems to have returned to normal size; Faded, revealing the original clear round eyes.

"You talk first." Neville immediately gave in, and flung himself at the end of her bed like a puppy with drooping eyes, and deliberately curled up, not daring to touch Renee's straight legs.

She looked up at Ron and Hermione who were talking next door, their shadows overlapped on the bed curtain, Renee hesitated, and took out her wand from the pocket of her hospital gown and waved it: "Shut your ears and listen! "

"—I wonder how they got all the money to open a shop just after graduation—hey! Can you speak a little louder, Hermione?"

"How—oh! Oh... I see, Ron, let's talk louder."

"What's that?" Neville asked in surprise, obviously he had also noticed the unusual way the two chatted.

"A spell to prevent eavesdropping," Renee explained. "There are things I just want to say to you... but I obviously can't be alone with you right now."

"Ah, yes—is that the thing?" Neville instantly became a little trembling, "I want to explain to you that I was dizzy at the time... Maybe it was because Umbridge and Malfoy were so angry that I was like that. to you."

"You did nothing wrong." Renee said wearily, "You are right, I really wanted to stop you at that time.

I don't want you to take risks because I don't want your life to be lost.I think trespassing on the Ministry of Magic is extremely dangerous, but I can't stop Harry and the others—I can only stop you—I just want to stop you, and all I care about is you. "

Neville froze. He stared at Renee with his round eyes wide open, and showed the same look of looking at strangers again, which made her feel a little annoyed.

"I have to admit, Neville," she said suddenly, taking off all her disguises. For the first time, she didn't put on a mask in front of Neville, but let the corners of her eyes and mouth droop naturally—a most relaxed, but Also the most nonchalant funeral style expression.

"I'm not that selfless. You see, when you and Harry have problems at the same time, I often choose you—it's not that I don't care about Harry, it's just that with limited choices, after I save you , will never try to save him again."

Maybe this adventure made Renee figure something out, and she suddenly began to hate the pretense she was making in front of Neville, a sweet, selfless and brave girl, but it wasn't her.

The person Neville liked was not really her.

The two outside the bed curtain were still chatting about the new arrivals at Weasley's Joke Shop.

The two people inside the bed curtain seemed to be frozen in place by a freezing spell, you looked at me, I looked at you, until Neville spoke after a while.

"I...I don't understand..." he said in a daze, "but when you were willing to speak for Harry, few people believed him at that time!"

"Just speaking for him, Neville, you really don't understand - if I were to say a hundred good things for him now, I would naturally be willing."

"You just don't want to take any chances for him—or any of the other good people, except me."

Neville looked at her intently, with a struggle and confusion on his face.

"I don't understand anymore..." He closed his eyes in pain, "...Why do you...love me so much? What is it about me that deserves your deep love?"

"There's an answer to everything," Renee said calmly. "It's just that I can't tell you the answer right now—after we graduate, you'll hear the whole truth from me clearly."

"Are you... sincere to me?"

"It's always been, I like you very much," Renee smiled, "I cherish every minute and every second you have by my side."

"But I don't know if the you I like is the you I think."

Renee's smile froze, and her hands on the quilt unconsciously tightened, kneading the fabric into a crumpled ball.

"Let me think about it, I need to be alone for a while..." Neville stood up in a trance, and said a little tiredly, "I will come to you when I figure it out, okay?"

"Well," Renee said dryly, "I hope you won't keep me waiting too long."

After that day's conversation, Neville never came to see Renee again.She was discharged from the infirmary, but he didn't come; the Ravenclaw lounge held a celebration party for her and Luna, and even Dean and the others came, but he still didn't come.

Renee didn't know how long it would take Neville to realize how far she was from the Renee Hawke he thought she was, but that didn't stop her from thinking she had screwed up.

But it doesn't matter, Renee thought bitterly, at least she didn't die last time—this means that she still has a chance to save, and when things become incurable, she can at least survive the 17-year-old. Time to die calmly.

"Hey, I hope you don't mind,"

At the celebration banquet in the Ravenclaw lounge, Ginny greeted her with a glass of dandelion juice, and said to her with embarrassment,

"When I agreed to date Dean Thomas, it didn't occur to me—"

"It's all right, Ginny," Renee said quickly,

"It's not a big deal. I mean, he's nice, it's just that we're not right - I've moved on and all I'm counting on now is for other girls not to pick up on Neville."

"Oh, Neville!" Ginny pouted,

"You guys had such a big fight. He's been depressed in the lounge for a week. According to Ron, he's been tossing that pot of rice buds in the dormitory every day, but at least the boils on it have subsided."

"How long do you think it will take him to forgive me?" Renee asked.

"Uh--what--sorry, what?" Ginny opened her mouth wide in surprise, "We all thought he offended you! That's why he was depressed all day in the lounge, looking like he was about to rot of."

"No, it's not." Renee quickly explained, "I suddenly made him realize that the girlfriend he loves is not the real me, so he feels confused."

"I don't understand," Ginny said, taking a sip of dandelion juice, "but the most reasonable advice I can give you is—don't change yourself just to cater to boys, do what you want to do, and only then will you really attract the boys who belong to you." your people."

Renee looked at her thoughtfully and murmured, "No wonder you and Harry made—"

"Pfft—" Ginny spat out a mouthful of water, and said dumbfounded, "You, what did you say?"

"Oh, no, it's nothing." Renee, who was also troubled for a week, figured it out before Neville, with a confident and determined smile on her face, "Ginny, please, please tell me, your What's the lounge password?"

Most of the crowd flocked to Ravenclaw for the celebration - at first it was just a small party for Renee, Lisa, Padma and others.

But through word of mouth, more and more people knew about the celebration. Everyone was willing to come and visit the 'Boy Who Lived' and his organization members. The lounge was almost full of people.

Because of this, when Renee ran wantonly in the corridor with her robes in hand, there was no crowd to stop her, only some portraits on the walls pointed at her—but Renee didn't care!

"Fennel granola!" she yelled at the portrait of the Fat Lady in the Gryffindor lounge, who eyed her critically and reluctantly moved the portrait away, revealing a half-person-high passageway.

The fat lady was still muttering, "I don't know you...a student of Ravenclaw, but the password is correct, so I'll let you in."

Finding Neville's bedroom wasn't easy - there were seven years after all!

Fortunately, when Renee opened the third door, she found the right place - Neville was lying on his bed, with his back to the door and facing the window, said weakly.

"Who...Harry? I'm not hungry...you're back so soon?"

"But I'm kind of hungry," Renee said. "Would you like to go down to the restaurant and get something to eat?"

The man who seemed a little weak just now jumped up from the bed, and his head hit the top of the four-poster bed fiercely, making a muffled sound.

Immediately, Neville covered his head and knelt on the bed as if feeling very ashamed, wailing extremely softly.

"Are you okay?" Renee was also stunned. She quickly stepped forward to support his head, but was brushed away by the trembling Neville.

"I...I'm fine..." Neville said with his head down, his voice still trembling, "...Why are you here?"

"You never came to me, so I had to come to you."

"...But this is a dormitory for boys!"

"Who told you not to see me? Even if you were in the boys' bathroom, I would rush in."

Neville looked at her in shock, but Renee chuckled disdainfully: "You're running away, Neville—but you shouldn't be running away, whether you like me or not, you still have to face me being so selfish and arrogant. people, as they are now."

"...You are neither selfish nor overbearing." He avoided Renee's gaze and said softly.

"I see - your thoughts and your choices may conflict, but everything comes from your choices. When you choose to go to the Ministry of Magic with us, your thoughts don't matter anymore —you are indeed a brave, considerate fellow, Renee."

Renee blinked her eyes, and let out an "uh" in surprise.

"Like your choice to join the DA, your choice to make peace with your father, your choice to publicly defend Harry under the circumstances - and your choice to... like me, these choices may be contrary to your initial thinking, but you end up with it It's done, and that's enough."

"Maybe you're right," Renee pursed her lips,

"Just one thing I want to correct you, I never chose to like you - I can choose everything in the world, but I can't choose this one - because this is the arrangement of fate, we are a natural couple."

Neville's eye sockets were wet, and his eyes were as red as if they had been scalded by boiling water. He was ecstatic as if he had heard that he got twelve O's in the OWL exam, and asked in an inconceivable tone: "Really——you really?" do you think so?"

"Of course." Renee said with a smile, and then she lowered the corners of her mouth, "Since you have already figured it out, why haven't you come to me?"

"Uh—I—" Neville glanced at her pitifully, "I'm a little confused about myself—well... Actually, I'm afraid to face the real you, I'm afraid that if I come into contact with such You, I'll just—I won't be moved."

"Oh, really? And now? You've seen a part of me, is your heart still beating?"

"What... oh, it's still beating... In fact, it's beating more often than before... Like now, my God! I feel like I'm going to spit my heart out. Could it be that Madam Pomfrey didn't fix it? Repercussions?!"

"You don't have to bother her with this," Renee said, raising her eyebrows, and she sat down against the edge of Neville's bed, putting her hands on his shoulders, "I can treat this aftereffect—but I have to first Borrow one of your ties."

"My tie?" Neville looked at her ignorantly.

"Oh, yes... put it on the doorknob of the dormitory, you don't want to be disturbed, do you?" Renee said meaningfully, looking at him slowly.

The author has something to say:

A small conflict, temporarily resolved, hehe.

From this time on, Neville began to get to know and get used to the real Renee.

He's also the first to hook up with the real Renee!