On Thanksgiving during my seventh year at Hogwarts, it happened. We happened. We kissed, it was like life and love was swelling through my lips and into my empty heart. It was my first kiss, and it was from the love of my life, Luna Lovegood. Her name rang through my head and my heart was aflutter as we sat my bed in the Gryffindor boys' dormitories and I ran my fingers through her long platinum hair. The dormitory was empty; nothing but Luna and I and our passion were in the room. I had so much to be thankful for. Well really not much, just her, and that the snatchers hadn't taken my grandmother.

She knew I liked her, but once she felt my fingers running through her hair she looked at peace; no longer like the girl they called 'Loony;' she was mine, all mine and nobody would take her away as long as I was near.

"Neville?" she breathed as she pulled me closer for another heart-stopping kiss.

"Yeah?"

"Why do you love me? Everyone else thinks I'm insane."

"I love you BECAUSE you're insane. And now, you're mine."

I kissed her and she kissed me with so much passion. I couldn't help but let out a small moan.

"What was that?" she asked and pulled away from my lips.

"I think it might've been a thestral"

"Maybe." She said. "Or maybe it was you."

"ME? NO! I swear, it was a thestral. Or maybe a hippogriff."

She kissed me again and I let out another small moan.

"Bloody…alright, it WAS me."

She giggled. God, her giggle got me going.

She kissed me and we fell back onto my bed. We kissed and I felt like I was whole again. I hadn't felt this way since before my parents were admitted to St. Mungos.

I was never gonna let her go.