This is my second fanfiction pairing of Neville and Luna. I don't own any characters

A Happy life chapter one

I am sitting on a park bench, waiting for him to show up. It seems that I am always waiting for him, one way or another

I leaned back to look up at the sky. The last time we met, it was a day like today. A little cloudy, rain falling. The temperature was dropping , it felt like there may soon be snow in the air. The wind picked up the loose ends of my hair not tied back. I haven't had the energy to do anything with it since he left.

I fought the urge to take a look at myself in a mirror every morning for I knew that I would see the same face I've seen these past three years. Pale skin, bluish grey eyes, dark circles. A sadness that I couldn't quite shake off no matter how hard I tried. I sighed, not sure of what I was doing here on this park bench. But I didn't know what other move I could make.

I met him four years ago. I was running across the street, fighting the crowd of people all getting in my way, trying to catch a bus. I needed to make this bus to get to my class, I had already missed three and the instructor was going to be seriously pissed off at me if I missed another one.

Of course, I missed it. I slowed down and watched it pull away from the curb, really annoyed. Mostly at myself because I had no one else to blame.

"Missed it?"

A voice came from behind me, startling me. I turned, irritated because whoever it was just stated the obvious.

There was a tall man there, with dark brown eyes and a slightly crooked smile. He had shaggy brown hair, a little long, messed up slightly from the hat he had just taken off. He was holding it with some tools in his large hands. He was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, his clothes paint spattered. I stared at him. He exuded this kind of shyness, but it was mixed in with a kind of hope. He was attractive. Not movie star attractive, but I felt this quick jolt.

"Yes, I missed it."

"Too bad, there won't be another one for at least another hour."

I sighed, knowing that there wasn't an easy step in my life.

"I know, there's nothing I can do about it today either."

"You should grab a bite to eat while waiting for the next one."

"I should."

"With me."

I looked at him. He looked back at me, sort of sideways, diffident.

"With you?"

"Well, I could ask someone else to go with you, but since I'm here, it makes sense to go with me."

It was surprising to me that he asked. I had never been asked by anyone before to anything, not a date, not a meal, anything. I was too different, I guess. Not pretty enough. Strange. Too busy thinking about other things to pay attention to anyone.

So, I did what any girl would do.

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes."

"Ok, let's go around the corner, there's a place there."

And off we went. Him carrying his tool belt, me carrying my book bag. He was walking slowly, but his long legs still made it difficult for me to keep up. The rain started to come down heavily and he took my arm and bag and hurried me into the restaurant. It wasn't crowded, the morning rush had already come and gone. We found a booth in the corner, sliding into it. He handed me a menu.

"Just coffee and toast for me." I said.

"You sure? I swear to you I can pay for it."

I smiled, he seemed eager to show me he was carrying enough money.

"I'm sure. You can splurge on me afterwards by getting me a refill."

He laughed. It was deep, like a chuckle. I had to join in.

"Since the refills are free, I'll have to take you up on your offer."

The waitress came over, taking our orders, coffee and toast for me, coffee and eggs for him.

"You have a pretty voice."

I blushed, pleased.

"I've seen you running for the bus before today."

"You have?"

"Yes, I work at the construction site, have been for the past 3 months."

I smiled. He looked at straight at me, not saying a word. I started to get a little uncomfortable, not sure of what he was thinking.

"You're beautiful." That startled me for that was definitely the last thing I guessed he would be thinking about me.

I glanced down, not wanting to look into his face, turning pink.

"No…"

"Yes. You are."

The waitress dropped off our food and I made a big show of putting cream and sugar into my coffee.

He took a sip of his, moving his eggs around the plate.

"I think it's your eyes."

I looked at him then. He was serious.

"My eyes?"

"Yes, they have this clear quality to them. Like I can see every thought."

I didn't know what to say. I held his glance, sipping the coffee again.

"I know that men probably say that to you a lot. You know, talk about how beautiful you are, your eyes, your hair, stuff like that."

"No, no actually they don't."

"Well…they should."

We sat in silence for a few minutes, eating. The waitress dropped off the check and he laid a few bills down, waving away my hand when I tried to reach for it.

"It's on me. "

"Thank you."

He got up and so did I. Standing next to each other, I realized how much taller he was then I, at least 6 or 7 inches. He took my bag, than hesitantly held out his hand. After a second, I took it and we left, walking outside. I wasn't sure of what to do next.

"I need to go home I guess."

"Sure, I'll walk you there."

We walked the five blocks to my apartment building. It was nondescript, no doorman. An empty lobby. I used my key and we walked in.

"I'm on the third floor."

"Okay."

We went up the stairs, slowly. I led, my fingers still entwined with his. His hand felt rough, solid. I felt like I was floating, not quite here. Like I was in a dream. Maybe I was. He seemed very much present though. I was only aware of him next to me.

I got to my door and opened it, letting myself in. He handed over my bag and stood there.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to let him in. But I did want to let him in.

He solved the problem for me.

"I should go now."

"Thank you for breakfast."

"No, it was nothing."

Silence. I didn't say anything, he seemed kind of shy now, withdrawn.

I sighed inwardly. I guess I didn't interest him that much, despite what he said to me at the table.

He looked over me off into the distance, rocking back and forth a little bit on his heels. Then he leaned forward, bringing his head down to me, bracing himself against the door.

"So, can I take you out tonight?"

Just like that, I lit up. I smiled up at him, radiant.

"I'd really like that."

"So, I'll be by at around 6 or so. Maybe we'll have a beer or something."

"Okay."

I started to close the door and he said "Hey."

I opened it again, leaning against the frame.

He placed his hands gently on my face, pulling me close to him. Then he kissed me, so gently. His mouth barely closed over mine. It was as if the universe exploded and I saw stars and lights. I could hear him breathing just as I'm sure he could feel me turning red. I placed my hands on his face, feeling the stubble on his jaw. I kissed him back. I didn't want to let him go.

He stopped after a few moments, walking backwards towards the stairwell.

"So, I'll see you tonight."

"Okay."

I couldn't stop smiling. Then as he started down the stairs, I called out to him.

"I'm Luna."

He replied.

"I'm Neville."