_______________________<br/><br/>Neville had settled for the evening, folded in on himself on the sofa with the last fictional read of the summer, when the stirring of the wards alerted him of movements outside his quarters. He had dropped the book to his thighs by the time the door opened with a click, giving away who had entered.<br/>"Hey," he exhaled with pleased surprise, a smile already at his lip.<br/>He shifted in his seat, head tipping back against the plush backrest of the sofa, a crimson ode to Gryffindor.<br/>"I would have thought you’d gone to bed," he said when Draco stepped into view. First day of term was always a headache, and today felt like it would be best forgotten. No matter how small Harry had tried to make himself when McGonagall had announced his presence, it was inevitable that Draco’s ascension had been overshadowed. It had made Neville’s stomach turn, unsettled.<br/>Softening the well-meaning tease of his words, Neville welcomed Draco, aimlessly reaching a hand out for him across the backrest. "Is it the new décor, Head of House Slytherin? Too much green?"