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The suitor waited till the Protection Gift before revealing his identity. The throwing knives bore a combined crest—Longbottom and Zabini family symbols blended into one.
Ginny, of course, knew about the other gifts Neville tried to hide near his bed. But they’d used the Presentation Gifts in their rebellion—an invisibility cloak and everlasting spray paint.
He’d also shared the Provision Gifts, unable to keep food or healing potions from those who needed them. The hamper only refilled with Italian food, but no one starving cared.
Ginny found him admiring the daggers. “Zabini‘s the one?”
“May—maybe he wants to defy Voldemort?”
“Or maybe he likes you.”
Neville scoffed.
He kept the knives close anyway. They saved his life when Dolohov attacked him.
The Gift of Passion arrived as he lay unconscious in hospital. Daphne’s Tears—the soulmate tree. Nobody’d seen one in centuries.
He reached out to caress a leaf. The plant shivered in pleasure and a diamond fell into his palm.
“She likes you.”
Neville whirled. “Blaise.”
Blaise cupped Neville’s cheek with a trembling hand. “I do, too.” He knelt, offering up an engagement ring.
“Yes.”
Their kiss scandalized Madame Pomfrey, but the tree quivered in delight.