Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and other characters in this story. But I do own the story.
They were different.
They were never the same.
They haven't had an idea on why they were there, in front of the altar, about to get married.
All they know is that they love each other.
He was just a simple, forgetful boy.
She was just a simple, dreamy-looking girl.
He's someone that you'll easily forget.
She's someone that'll leave you wondering what a Gimpy Zaftig is.
He's a chubby-faced boy who has grown into a fine-looking man.
She's a pale, skinny girl who's always with a dreamy expression that has grown into a slender and elegant woman.
They were both brave.
They were both talented.
They were both known for helping in the defeat of Voldemort.
They both love each other.
And they're in here, right now, in front of the altar, now husband and wife.
Neville grabbed hold of Luna's hand as they sealed their marriage in a kiss. An emotion that he couldn't describe rose in his chest. He felt happy at the thought that the woman he dearly loved is now his wife. Luna Longbottom, he thought. He broke the kiss, looked at her and smiled. "I love you so much, Luna," he said running his fingers through her blond hair. She smiled back and looked directly in his eyes. "I love you too."
A/N My first shot at a Luna/Neville pairing. Forgive me if there are typos or anything wrong with the grammar. Anyway, hope you like it!
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