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Luna turned slowly towards Neville. "I'm sorry, come again?" she asked, her eyes wide with the wonder of a child. Her hair shone in the light of the new day as she sat next to him on the mound of rubble, twirling her fingers about on her knees.
Hesitant, Neville looked towards the ground. He had just realized that for quite some time he was staring earnestly into her. Blaring deep down into her like x-rays, trying to take in every beautiful piece of her before time let her get away. "I said," eyes slowly making their way back to hers, "I'm crazy for you, Luna. Absolutely mad over you." For an instant his eyes flickered to the ground. Afraid of rejection, his body moved ever so slightly away from hers. He began to prepare himself for the blow. Although sounds were still being made through out the castle, he heard nothing. There was a faint buzzing in his ears and the next few moments felt like the last six years of his life were going backwards in slow motion in his head.
"Neville, can you hear me?" a small voice broke the barrier between the past and right now, this instant. "You've got wrackspurts, Neville. Just like Harry. They're invisible little creatures they-"
"They float in through your ears and make your brain go fuzzy," Neville interrupted. "Right?" he said with a soft smile.
Luna looked surprised for, perhaps, the first time in her life. In an instant, the dream in her eyes became real again and she looked at Neville warmly. "That's exactly right. I didn't know you knew of them. Most wizards don't, and if they do they don't talk about it. I don't know why. It's quite a fascinating subject," she said, swaying her head side to side ever so slightly. She had a whimsical quality that Neville couldn't help but to stare at. He didn't know whether she had noticed him staring or had just put herself back on the train of thought, but her next move surprised him.
With a slightly stiff movement, which was very uncommon for her, she placed her hand over his. Just as soon as she had stiffened, her whole body relaxed again and she moved her body closer to his.
Looking down hesitantly, Neville could feel his confidence shake. "Luna, I," he stammered. She was so close to him that he could hear the rattle of her beat earrings blow in the wind that swept through the broken castle.
Silently and smoothly, Luna moved her face towards his. Her lips were as soft as he imagined. Her hair still smelled faintly of puffapods, which were fat pink pods with seeds that burst into a flower if dropped. Neville had been witness to this several times, as he was usually the one to drop them. When in the pod form, they had little to no scent at all, but when burst open there was a faint scent of neroli and sweet orange. In fact, both of those scents were present when Neville smelled amortentia potion.
After Luna pulled away she looked at Neville quizzically. "Neville, where did your wrackspurts go?"
Hesitant, Neville looked towards the ground. He had just realized that for quite some time he was staring earnestly into her. Blaring deep down into her like x-rays, trying to take in every beautiful piece of her before time let her get away. "I said," eyes slowly making their way back to hers, "I'm crazy for you, Luna. Absolutely mad over you." For an instant his eyes flickered to the ground. Afraid of rejection, his body moved ever so slightly away from hers. He began to prepare himself for the blow. Although sounds were still being made through out the castle, he heard nothing. There was a faint buzzing in his ears and the next few moments felt like the last six years of his life were going backwards in slow motion in his head.
"Neville, can you hear me?" a small voice broke the barrier between the past and right now, this instant. "You've got wrackspurts, Neville. Just like Harry. They're invisible little creatures they-"
"They float in through your ears and make your brain go fuzzy," Neville interrupted. "Right?" he said with a soft smile.
Luna looked surprised for, perhaps, the first time in her life. In an instant, the dream in her eyes became real again and she looked at Neville warmly. "That's exactly right. I didn't know you knew of them. Most wizards don't, and if they do they don't talk about it. I don't know why. It's quite a fascinating subject," she said, swaying her head side to side ever so slightly. She had a whimsical quality that Neville couldn't help but to stare at. He didn't know whether she had noticed him staring or had just put herself back on the train of thought, but her next move surprised him.
With a slightly stiff movement, which was very uncommon for her, she placed her hand over his. Just as soon as she had stiffened, her whole body relaxed again and she moved her body closer to his.
Looking down hesitantly, Neville could feel his confidence shake. "Luna, I," he stammered. She was so close to him that he could hear the rattle of her beat earrings blow in the wind that swept through the broken castle.
Silently and smoothly, Luna moved her face towards his. Her lips were as soft as he imagined. Her hair still smelled faintly of puffapods, which were fat pink pods with seeds that burst into a flower if dropped. Neville had been witness to this several times, as he was usually the one to drop them. When in the pod form, they had little to no scent at all, but when burst open there was a faint scent of neroli and sweet orange. In fact, both of those scents were present when Neville smelled amortentia potion.
After Luna pulled away she looked at Neville quizzically. "Neville, where did your wrackspurts go?"
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This is supposed to take place during the scene where Neville and Luna are sitting next to each other after Voldemort is killed in the movie. Enjoy.
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