It was also a bit strangers because Linda was a girl he had known for a long time. It wasn't as though she were some random girl he had...picked up at a pub, or whatever that saying was. But at the same time, he felt more comfortable with her than he would have with someone else he didn't know at all. It was nice knowing that she was a friend, and not just some random person.
For some reason, there was a small voice inside of Neville's head wondering what she would do if he touched her. Where would he touch her? How would he touch her? This area made him even more clueless than Potions did, and it was almost certainly something he could never master on his own without her helping him and guiding him along. Did he want her to help him? Help him do what?
Even if he was trying to focus on her hand and not letting himself fall to the powers of it too quickly, his hands were moving, on their own accord, down her back and up again, then once more in the same fashion. His fingers almost ached to touch other things.
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