[HP] Born to be a pair

They rushed all the way from the eighth floor to the medical room, walking in the dark night, Neville couldn't help feeling uneasy even though the corridors were illuminated by candles a few feet apart.

The flickering candlelight casts shadows on the face of the expressionless girl beside her, casting her shadow on the wall, and her nut-brown curly hair also creates a dazzling circle of light in the dim candlelight, creating ghostly shadows in the darkness.

"Did you get anything today?" Neville asked.

She didn't look at him, but fixed her eyes on the void deep in the corridor, and said softly, "Yes, or not."

Neville didn't understand, but keenly - and only on her - sensed that there was something wrong with Renee.

The secluded corridor was empty, and the students who had dinner all returned to the lounge.

Gryffindor was busy scolding McLaggen for his assertiveness in the game; Hufflepuff was busy praising and ridiculing him, surrounding the Quidditch players to celebrate the victory of the game.

Neville's clear blue eyes kept staring at her eagerly, trying to arouse her interest with various topics, so that the misty black mist would leave the girl's pale cheeks.

"Today's game is Luna as the commentator," Neville said, "The audience had to calculate the score by themselves, because she always brought up a strange cloud."

"That's interesting," Renee murmured, and reached into the thin cloak again to touch something.

His eyes looked inquiringly, but he was interrupted by a disappointed sob before he could ask.

Both of them were attracted attention, and found that under the dim light, there was a girl rubbing her eyes walking, her golden fluffy curly hair was tied up with a pink ribbon, and there was a shining golden sweetheart necklace hanging on her chest.

—It was Lavender Brown.

Apparently, the moment she let go of her hand and raised her head, she also found the two of them, her sad and disappointed expression was exposed, and she immediately let out a loud cry.

"Are you coming to see Luo Luo and Harry too?" Lavender sniffed, "It's a pity that it's not the time, Luo Luo has already fallen asleep, and Harry is about to sleep too."

Neville froze, unsure if he and Renee were going back the same way, but Renee had already answered her without paying attention.

"Maybe we can go faster," Renee said slowly, "Harry's still up."

Lavender didn't pay attention to what she said, but desperately suppressed his crying, and muttered: "Every time he comes—he, sleeps—"

Neville couldn't help but start to sympathize with her, because a few days ago, even when he went to visit Ron himself, he was sober, full of energy and scolding McLaggen with them.

"Does he still like me?" She walked away talking to herself, "Or is he too poisoned—he can't wake up and talk to me—"

Renee had already walked around the two of them lightly, as if the soles of her shoes were velvet, and everything they stepped on turned into snow.

Madam Pomfrey was not in the treatment room, so she dragged Neville directly into the ward. The light gray wall was glowing golden under the chandelier, like the luster of oil slick on water.

In the large ward, there were only two people on the beds—they were chatting cheerfully, their heads stretched out, and their four eyes stared brightly at the two who broke in suddenly.

"Why..." Ron stopped yawning, "Neville? Why are you here?"

"We're here to visit you," Neville said, pulling Renee, who was standing still for some reason, closer. "Too many people came this afternoon, and Madam Pomfrey didn't allow us to come in."

"So we came at night," Renee said.

Harry frowned and touched his forehead, now his head was wrapped in circles of bandages, making him look like an Arab: "Thank you."

"Is your head still hurting?" Neville asked worriedly. "If this news can make you feel better - McLaggen was sprayed all over with creepy crawlies as soon as he returned to the lounge."

"It was a little painful when you came in just now, but hearing this news is already a good euphoria for me."

"It's just a bug, that's all he suffered?" Ron said dissatisfied.

"Well," Neville glanced at Renee who seemed to be in a daze with a strange look, and added in a low voice, "Those little reptiles prefer to crawl to dark and damp places."

The three boys murmured and laughed for a while before Renee continued: "I didn't go to the Quidditch pitch today either."

Her voice is misty and erratic, giving people a feeling of Luna, but this kind of feeling is extremely abnormal for her.

Harry and Ron didn't answer, they looked at each other, thinking that in this case it would be better for Neville to answer such nonsense.

Although Neville knew where she had gone, he also followed the topic and asked, "Then where did you go?"

"Eighth floor, Room of Requirement," Renee said. "It turned out I wasn't the only one going."

"Malfoy's in there too," Harry guessed right away, and asked excitedly, "Did you see what he was doing in there?"

"Saw."

After a long pause, she didn't continue to speak, but tapped her chest with a strange expression, as if there was a foreign object in her lungs, and asked another strange question.

"If I wear a crown," Renee asked, "will I be Lord of the Universe?"

"What is the universe?" Ron asked, and Neville stared at her in bewilderment.

Harry didn't care about such outlandish questions. What he cared most about at the moment was Malfoy's whereabouts—is he a Death Eater?What conspiracy is he brewing in the school?

"I don't think that's going to work," Harry said perfunctorily, before pressing, "Did you see what Malfoy was doing in the Room of Requirement?"

"Of course," Renee looked at him as if she had figured something out, "he's repairing a cabinet—black, about six feet, the surface has been dissolved by strong acid, worn out and cracked."

"Sounds familiar." Harry was lost in thought, and Ron had stretched his neck, his cheeks were as red as his hair, and the freckles on the bridge of his nose were more obvious.

"Oh—yes, it's the disappearing cabinet that used to be on the second floor!" he yelled, "the one that Fred and George put Montague in—and then Hermione dragged me to look at it Go through that cabinet, and then it's gone!"

"What's he fixing that thing for?" Harry asked eagerly.

"...I don't know." Ron shook his head, and Neville didn't understand. What's the use of Malfoy's strange disappearing cabinet?

It's just a cabinet that can randomly change people to other places——

Neville felt something flash through his thoughts, but before he could catch it, Renee interrupted him.

"I'm going back," she wrapped her cloak tightly, "it's getting late."

"I'll take you back first!" Neville quickly stood up and wanted to walk to her, but Renee held his shoulders and fell back to the side of the hospital bed.

"You don't need to send it, I can go back by myself," Renee said, "You can spend more time with Harry... As Dumbledore's most trusted person, life must be very difficult..."

The words were a little irritating, but she quickly ducked down and kissed Neville, clicking her tongue in front of Harry and Ron until they both looked away in embarrassment before Renee ran out of the ward, giggling.

"Ah, girls." Ron broke the stiff atmosphere and laughed dryly, "These things are all over your head, aren't you?"

Harry looked up at him, wondering what he was thinking, maybe it was the long fiery red hair.

But Neville experienced a brief moment of embarrassment and surprise, and his chaotic brain gradually became clear again, and he replied briskly: "It's hard to say, when the two of us are together—maybe I think more."

"I don't understand," said Ron bitterly, "it was all right at first...but then it's not much fun, she's almost worn out my lip."

Neville knew who he was talking about - it was Lavender who left the ward wiping away tears ten minutes ago.

"It sounds like you've lost interest in her," he said cautiously. "Why don't you just tell her?"

"Yes, and don't pretend to be asleep when she comes to see you." Harry echoed.

Ron's expression became more and more embarrassing, he looked at them hesitantly and said, "Oh... this, this is not easy."

His gaze rested on Neville's red lips, and he couldn't help asking, "How have you been dating for so long? Are you still interested in each other?"

Neville didn't know how to explain it to him. He could sit here and talk to them all night about his fascination and love for Renee, but he didn't want to share what he saw about her.

How should I put it? He fell in love with those dark green eyes and seductive gaze, the natural and light bridge of the nose, slightly parted lips like rose petals, and the figure polished by youth and happiness.

—and a soul infused with time, suffering, and pain?

"Impulsive liking needs to be prolonged," Neville said, thinking of how desperate he was in the past, as if the end of the world was coming, he couldn't help but put a smile on his face,

"You have to learn to forgive and tolerate even in conflicts. She——she is fully worthy of the warmest and unreserved love."

Ron stared at him half-understood, and so did Harry, both of them looked puzzled in the same way, as if they couldn't believe such words came out of Neville's mouth.

"Damn it!" exclaimed Ron. "You talk like someone who's been married for decades!"

"Also like a writer, or a poet," Harry added, but the comparison had already made Neville blush.

"I - I should go back too," he stood up bewilderedly. "It's going to be bedtime soon - by the way, Harry, I can borrow your..."

Harry's expression was a little confused, and he nodded and agreed immediately after Neville made it clear.

"Be careful of getting caught." They sent him their most sincere wishes, watching Neville walk around the door of Ms. Pomfrey's room lightly, and walked out through the door of the ward.

"I didn't expect him to know love quite well," Ron said, laying his head back on the pillow. "Forgiveness and tolerance... um... When do you think Hermione will stop being angry?"

"What?" Harry didn't hear him clearly, because his mind was still full of Neville and Renee's passionate and focused kiss just now, but in his mind, Neville had become him, and Renee had become Ginny.

He didn't answer again, silence fell between the two of them, and soon a low grunt came from Ron's hospital bed.

The bleak cold wind beat against the casement on the tower, and the thick velvet hanging on the side was also blown up and fiddled with a figure.

She was sitting at the writing desk by the window, facing an oval gold-rimmed table mirror, her face in the mirror was dull and pale.

Just like the night when she was in fifth grade, the dark ghostly despair emanated from her body, and Renee looked like a walking corpse with flesh and blood.

She took off the dew-stained cloak, took out a rusty old crown that was kept next to her body from inside the robe, held it up like a treasure, and rubbed it with her cheek.

The icy crown has long been warmed by Renee's body temperature, and now even if it is pressed against the cheek, it will not feel cold.

There seemed to be a voice lingering in her ears, and it seemed to exist in her brain. It was somewhat similar to the so-called "natural pair", but not the same.

"Put it on... Wear it to gain supreme wisdom... Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of human beings..."

A pair of white and slender fingers raised the crown, and the moonlight shining through the window brought a holy meaning to the ancient crown.

Renee's eyes were almost fixed on the gleaming jewel, and the hand holding the crown was raised higher and higher, and soon it was level with the top of her head, and her eyes moved out of the peaceful window.

A whistling sound came from outside the tower, and the quiet and bright moonlight was also blocked by a strong figure - it was Neville!

Panting for breath, he sat crookedly in front of her with Harry's Firebolt/Arrow, covered in stars and moonlight, with an obscure expression.

Across a window, his face was stiff and pale from the wind, but he kept looking at her with warm eyes.

"Whatever it is—don't wear it yet!"

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