"What is that?" Neville asked. He sounded genuinely curious, unlike some other people. There were many things it could be. Her mind was open to the possibilities. She had many excuses ready in her mind. Yet, part of her wanted to tell the truth. She was generally blatant about everything, except for this. The one thing she found hard to believe, but knew it was true. She loved Neville Longbottom.
He was so nice. He never teased her or took her things. He had become a real friend, her first one, during the D.A. And he also seemed slightly interested in her stories.
She stared at the piece of his robe she had found stuck in a bush after he had been caught in it.
She took a deep breath, "It's… a wrackspurt repellant." She internally frowned, dissapionted in her cowardice.
"Luna," Neville started, "I…I…Er…I wanted to say that…well…I'VE LIKED YOU SINCE THE D.A.!" He spat out the last part and ran out of the room.
She supposed that was why Neville was in Gryffindor, his bravery exceeded hers. Just another thing to like about him. She smiled and ran after him.