Luna Lovegood had a bad case of wrackspurts, she was just certain of it. She could hardly think when she saw Neville, sitting on an abandoned bench in the ruins of the Great Hall. All thought abandoned her as she walked over to him and stared at him for a moment. She was sure that wrackspurts had her, the way she just stared, unable to form any coherent thought.

He was holding the blade of Godric Gryffindor in his hand, looking down at the ground, bloodied and dirty. The relief she felt to see him unharmed was immense, and with a smile, she sat down next to him, instantly taking his hand. Wrackspurts seemed to have fled at the motion, and she was finally able to think clearly once more to her relief.

"You're a hero." She said to him in her usual serene tone. He just looked to her with a smile and what looked like a blush under all the dirt and blood caking his face. He looked a right mess, she was sure, but it was endearing on him. Many things about the boy whose hand she held was endearing to her. She saw him shake his head out of the corner of her eye and turned to look at him with furrowed brows.

Giving her hand a slight squeeze he said: "No, it's Harry who is the hero." He shook his head once more, as if completely disregarding the part he played. He had killed the snake that Voldemort had. The snake that was a horcrux, about to attack Hermione and Ron. Luna smiled at him, this time shaking her head instead.

"You killed the snake. Ron and Hermione would be dead if it wasn't for you." She said it as though it were nothing, when really she felt a swell of pride for her friend. He finally came into his own as a Gryffindor it seemed, and people were looking at him with the admiration Luna always held. She always saw the Gryffindor in him, plain as day, and now everyone else could see what she saw. "Besides, Harry couldn't have killed Voldemort if the snake was alive. You did a lot, Neville." Her tone was still cool and calm, very much different to the flurry of emotions she felt inside her.

It was a nice thing, she decided, to be able to share the view she'd always seen. The brave Neville that she knew. The one that was a Gryffindor through and through, and now that everyone could see it, she smiled. She definitely liked sharing her view, and no one was more deserving than Neville she thought. After all he'd done, all he'd been through…it was about time people recognized him for it.

Through getting Dumbledore's Army back together and rebelling against the Carrow's, Neville's bravery never wavered. Not even through the torture he was subject to, and at remembrance Luna squeezed his hand tighter. She would be lying if she said she didn't think she had at least a bit of a crush on the older boy, and now, holding his hand, it seemed that it had grown.

Perhaps it was just the wrackspurts, but she was fairly certain she'd come to care greatly for one Neville Longbottom. He was so very different from her, and yet very complimentary to her own demeanor. They balanced one another, she thought, and balance was definitely something that was needed in this very uncertain world. Even now that the war was over.

"Thanks Luna. You always know how to put things in perspective for me." He smiled his unsure smile like he usually did. Like the old Neville would have. Not that this was a new Neville…it was just a more grown one. One that wasn't so uncertain. Well, usually anyhow.

She gave a giggle at her musings, causing Neville to give her a look. "I was just thinking about how much you'd changed then you go and give me the old unsure smile. It's not as becoming as the sure of yourself one." She said it with a nod and gave him a smile. Reaching her hand up to his cheek she used her sleeve to clean his face of a particularly bad spot of blood.

She was gentle as she looked at him, staring into his eyes unabashedly. He had grown to become quite handsome she thought, and she told him as much, causing him to blush. "Er, thanks Luna." He said as she finished wiping his face off. It was still dirty, but not as bad as before. This way she could see his handsomeness better, something she was most grateful for after all the ugly she'd just witnessed.

"You're very welcome." She said with a kick of her foot. Looking down, she started to hum a tune, still holding his hand with her own. She laced their fingers together with no problem as she hummed a tune. She was content to sit in silence, holding his hand and humming a soft tune. She was willing to bet she could be convinced to sit like this for hours at a time.

She thought back to her home – now in ruins – and how she'd never gotten to show anyone her ceiling friends. Perhaps she could salvage it somehow, but she thought it very unlikely. It was probably in pieces too small to ever fix again. Not that she didn't like a nice puzzle, but she feared that was one too big to ever really put together again.

"Luna…I have something to tell you." Neville said it with hesitation in his tone, and Luna looked to him, quirking her head slightly. She smiled and wondered what great secret Neville could have to share that would cause the blush and stutter to come back to him. She hoped it was something nice. Nice was definitely a good thing after all that had just happened.

"Oh?" she said it with a questioning tone, looking to him to search for any inclination of what it was he needed to tell her. But first, she had something of her own to say. It was something she had been thinking of saying for a while now, but she was never really certain of the truth of them until this moment. And Luna Lovegood never said anything unless she was absolutely sure of it.

"I think I'm in love with you, Neville Longbottom." She said it with no shame, no blush to her cheeks and in the usual lilting tone she was known for. His eyes widened just slightly, and a smile spread across his lips. She was glad to know that her words – or what she assumed was the effect of her words – made him happy. She smiled widely back to him.

"Well, that's wonderful." He said with a smile, grabbing her into a hug. "Because I think I love you too." His words were finished when he released her from the hug, still keeping her close. She could swear that wrackspurts were invading her again with the words he spoke, but she figured she was just happy to hear them back to her. She was happy to know the feelings were mutual.

"Does this mean you'll kiss me now?" She asked him, looking up into his eyes. He blushed again and averted his eyes. "Oh I do so hope that means you'll give me a kiss." She wasn't at all ashamed of her request. She was after all in love with the boy whose hand she held, and she thought it very normal to get a kiss from those you loved.

"Er…sure." He said, finally looking back to her. She smiled and leaned forward slightly, meeting him half way. And when their lips touched she was absolutely positive that the wrackspurts were back. She could barely think enough to move her lips against his. It was a soft and slow kiss, but the feelings showed through it and she was most happy for that.

She felt his love in the action and hoped that hers were felt on his end as much as his were on hers. "No, I'm certain I love you." She smiled as they broke apart. He smiled even wider and kissed her once more, this time just as soft and sweet as before. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she leaned into the kiss, giving a soft sigh at the way his lips felt against hers.

The feelings that invaded her being when their lips touched was a feeling she could get used to. And she hoped that she'd be given the chance to. The way he held on to her though told her that she'd definitely have the chance and that pleased her very much.

"I love you too, Luna Lovegood." He spoke the words softly. She just smiled up at him and leaned her head against his shoulder. Yes, she could definitely get used to this indeed.

A/N That's it. It's pretty short, but this just came to me randomly! I'm going to be adding another chapter in Neville's point of view eventually, but I don't know when for sure! Hope you enjoyed it. Reviews are awesome :]