AN- This is my first ever fanfic… please be nice? Why don't Luna and Neville end up together?
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to it. (Except for fan merchandise)
Our beginning started with the end of the war. It was not likes everyone else's, not an endless celebration of actually defeating Voldemort and miraculously coming out alive. This was real; at least it was for me. I knew I was in love with Luna Lovegood from the first time she disarmed me in one of our DA meetings. Not exactly a conventional way to realize one's feelings, but anything Luna did was far from normal. Her quirks were also her perfections in my eyes, however.
While everyone taunted her, called her "Loony", I only saw the light in her eyes. I only heard the sometimes brutal, but always honest and caring words flow from her lips in that dream-like voice Luna has. So here I am, staring at those perfect lips forming words that pass straight through my brain without being heard. I wish I could muster up the courage to tell her how I really feel about her, feel her lips on mine and our hands intertwined. Get yourself together, Neville, I thought. You just beheaded Nagini, simultaneously killing the last horcrux, but you don't have the damn courage to be honest with the girl you love.
"Damn it, Longbottom," I ended up saying aloud, not aware I had said anything at all.
"What was that you said, Neville?" Luna asked while comfortingly placing her hand on the tattered and singed shoulder of my sweater.
"Oh… Um… N-nothing. It was nothing, Luna. I was just… thinking aloud, I suppose."
"What exactly were you thinking about?" Luna usually could tell what people were thinking about by their expression, and that was incredibly nerve-wracking. But she seemed to have no idea what was going on in my head. Instead of accusatory, her tone was full of wonder and was just so incredibly Luna. Luna was always so herself, and her confidence made up for the courage I was lacking. What the hell, I've only loved her for three years, time to finally confess it.
"I was thinking about you, Luna. I've just realized something, actually not just realized. I, um, shit! I love you, Luna Lovegood, ever since I was in fifth year, and it took me until now to muster up the courage-" My pathetic rambling was cut off by Luna's lips, which felt just as soft and perfect as they looked. I dropped the Sword of Gryffindor and the Sorting Hat, but the clang of metal hitting stone was forgotten as my dreams finally came true.
