A/N: Written last month for a Hideaway contest but I forgot to post. 200 word drabble about an HP character preparing for something and it had to include a match. I chose Neville cause I love the poor boy so much. Happy reading.
Neville looked at his list once more. Dinner was ready, the table was set. He had spent the day cleaning his flat. Candles were next on the list and he took out his wand before remembering to do it the muggle way she preferred. As he struck the match against the side of the box, he thought back to when she had first taught him about matches. His hands had shaken, not just because the fire was so close, but the nearness of her. Her hand had covered his as they lit the candle and as she blew out the match, she had kissed his fingertips where the flames had licked them. It had taken mere seconds for his mouth to cover hers and the rest was history. He turned back to his list, smiling. The small box rested in his pocket, and with one last glance, he assured himself that he had not lost the ring. Satisfied he had remembered everything, he threw the list away just as Hannah entered. She smiled sweetly and he knew he was ready. He had been preparing for this his whole life.