Without a Fight (G; Aberforth, Neville, Harry, implied Neville/Ginny; 100 words)
"No fighting, boys. There's been too much already," Aberforth said, leaving them.
"How's Ginny?" Neville asked, taking a chair.
Harry crossed his arms. "Under the circumstances, shouldn't you know better than I do?"
"I know she doesn't forgive you for flying off without her."
Harry's mouth worked, but no sound came out of it.
"And I don't expect you to, er, be forgetting her right away because you're . . . close and all, but—"
"Oh, hells, Neville. I don't know what we are."
"Over, I guess," Neville replied gently.
"Yeah," said Harry, running a hand through his hair, "I suppose we are."