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"Hold still, my love." Muttering Neville as he sat behind you, carefully braiding your hair while weaving flowers into it. Earlier in the day, Neville had mentioned going to the greenhouse to tend to the plants, and you offered to go with and help. The smile on the boy’s face was PRICELESS. He never had a lover, or a friend, for that matter, who was interested in things he liked as much, so he was thrilled that you had offered. The flowers he braided your hair were merely dandelions from the field, he would be devastated if they came from the greenhouse, and rightly so.
“Almost finished and…” He paused for a moment, finishing the weaving of the final flower. “Done!” he said proudly. You immediately rose, rushing to a window to look at your reflection. You grinned from ear to ear; it was perfect. You cupped his cheeks and left a quick peck on his lips. “Thank you, dear.” You said gently. “It’s perfect.” You watched the starstruck expression on his face as you let go of him. God, he was an angel.