A/N: Hello, I'll make this as brief as I can. This is a story for the Couples Challenge on my forum Harry Potter and the Room of Roleplays, if you like the story I suggest checking out the forum, even if you don't like it I suggest heading over to the forum. Alright, now that I've gotten that comercial out of the way, enjoy the fic, also very sorry for any OOCness, this is my first Harry Potter story so I'm still getting used to writing the characters.

Disclaimer: I absolutely fail at trying to speak with an English accent so I'm fairly sure that I didn't write Harry Potter, and thus, none of the characters belong to me. Nor do any muffin baskets.

So without further ado Neville/Luna and Muffin Baskets!

Muffin Baskets

Luna Lovegood had always been sure of several things. She was sure all of her father's stories were true. She knew Harry would be able to defeat Voldemort as soon as she met him. She was also aware that it wouldn't be easy. But, most of all, she knew that, no matter who you are, or what the occasion, muffin baskets are always a good idea.

So, after the war, it seemed only natural that she should go around and give them out to those in need of them. Her house had not yet been rebuilt, so Luna was staying with the Weasleys. This made making the muffins, and the first few deliveries, a great deal easier. Luna's cooking, while possibly never cordon(1) bleu material was fairly good, but it did help that she found a pair of Sioux Chefs(2) in Ginny and Neville. Mrs. Weasley would occasionally stop by to help, and deplore the state of her kitchen.

After baking and assembly, Luna began handing out the baskets. She and Ginny made sure each basket was unique for the recipient. The first went to George. This was a bit difficult as he had barricaded the door to his room. Thus, in true Weasley style, the basket was levitated through the window.

Ginny and Neville stood anxiously beside Luna as she preformed the delicate operation.

"A bit more to the left, I think."

"Ginny, what if he shuts the window?"

"He won't, Neville."

"How do you know?"

"I set off a dungbomb in there and he's still airing the place out."

"You did that to your own brother?"

"I had to get him out of there somehow."

"I think I've got it," Luna said as the basket flew gently over the window ledge.

Ginny grinned. "Brilliant Luna, now let it go."

"Alright."

Luna lowered her wand. There was a crash, and a loud cry, before a redhead appeared at the window.

Neville panicked. "He's seen us!"

"Bloody hell I have! What the hell do you think you're doing?" George shouted.

"We're just sending you a muffin basket," Luna said smiling up at him. "I thought it might help.

George looked at her for a minute in disbelief. His head disappeared from the window, which closed with a slam.

"I think he likes it," Luna said dreamily. "Well, come one then, we've got more to give." With another smile Luna turned and skipped back to the front door. Ginny and Neville looked at each other.

Ginny smirked. "Boy Neville, do you know how to pick 'em or what?"

Neville tried to look innocent as his cheeks turned pink. "I have no idea what you're t-talking about."

"So, you haven't told her then?"

Shoulders slumped, Neville shook his head.

"Well, don't worry about it," Ginny said, patting his shoulder. "We've got loads more of these things. No way will she be leaving before they're all sent off. You've got time." She glanced up at the window. "You think he liked it?"

Neville shrugged. "You never know."

Years later Ginny would claim that it was the basket that got George to come out of his room. He'd laugh a bit, but never deny it. For some reason, he never got around to throwing out those notes that had been hidden inside the muffins, Luna's idea, despite the fact that one had a bite taken out of it.

The next basket went to Harry. Ginny handled this one almost all by herself, leaving Neville and Luna sometime to chat as they finished up a few more.

They were sitting at the dining room table. This was not an easy feat; most of the room was covered in various decorating supplies, as well as clothes, bags, random bits of food, and in one corner, for some reason, a very large gargoyle. Neville was staring at in intensely as Luna tied a ribbon one of the many baskets in front of her.

"Luna?"

"Yes?"

"Why is that … thing there?"

Luna glanced at the large sculpted stone. "Oh, that, I think Lee nicked it from the castle and sent it to George as a present."

"Right, er, why?"

Luna shrugged. "I suppose he thought it would be funny. I think it's rather sweet."

Neville blinked and turned to stare at her. "Sweet? A gargoyle?"

"Well, it isn't the gargoyle itself, but the way that… well, Lee knew George and Fred best, and they'd always go around stealing things, and playing pranks. This was sort of … a tribute to those times," Luna said slowly.

"You really think it means all that?" Neville asked a bit taken aback.

"I should hope so, it's what I wrote on one of the notes in his basket," Luna said with a small smile.

Neville blinked at her then grinned. "Luna Lovegood, I never knew you had it in you."

"Had what?" She blinked at him, her face blank of any guilt. "I just thought it would be something nice that might cheer him up a bit."

He shook his head and chuckled. "You really are one of a kind, you know that?"

Luna nodded. "I was somewhat aware of that fact, yes."

Neville shook his head again. "No, er, I mean, you're … different, than other … people and it's brilliant. You really are Luna."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, just look," Neville said gesturing at the table. "Who else in the world would think to send war veterans muffin baskets?"

"A lot of people I suspect."

"Er, well, who'd think to make them so … personal, and just, I dunno, I think, I think they'll actually help people," Neville said. "I mean, you see those generic ones that business people send each other, but these, these actually mean something! It's brilliant Luna, and so are you," he said turning to look at her.

Luna looked at him for a minute then threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. Neville went red. "I'm sorry Luna, I-I didn't mean to upset you. I was just … er …" He patted her head a bit awkwardly as he went over what he'd said. What did he do wrong? Of course he'd mess something up, he always did.

Luna slowly pulled away and wiped a tear from her cheek. "I'm not upset Neville. It's just … that's the sweetest, kindest thing anyone's ever said to me." She was practically beaming now, which only made Neville turn a darker shade of red. "Thank you Neville." Luna gave him a slight squeeze and kissed his cheek before pulling away and going back to the baskets.

Neville forced his mouth shut so as to not stutter uncontrollably. He knew it was likely a futile effort. Maybe he should tell her now… It couldn't hurt, could it? Well, here goes nothing. "Luna I─"

"Neville, would you hand me that card please?" Luna asked her attention fixed on the basket in front of her.

With a slow, deep, exhale, Neville did so. He blinked; the thing in front of Luna was huge. It didn't seem right to call it a basket, more like a giant woven barrel. "Who's that one for, Luna?"

"Someone very special," she said with a dreamy smile, as she took the card and started writing. "Do you know any synonyms for amorous?"

Neville blinked. Er, amorous, what did that word mean again? Something about love, right? Wait… Neville felt his stomach freeze over. 'Someone very special,' bloody hell. Luna already liked─ no─ loved someone! Neville slumped in his chair.

Luna seemed to take no notice of Neville's little break down. Instead she continued writing, off in her own little dreamland. "Neville, what's your favorite kind of muffin?"

"Hmm? Oh, uh, blueberry, I guess."

"Perfect." Luna hopped up and walked into the kitchen. She returned with about six muffin tins and dumped all of their contents into the basket. "I already put the notes inside those," she explained. "Well, all but this last one." She grabbed a blueberry muffin off the top and muttered a few words under her breath. The card disappeared.

The blond smiled. "I think this one is ready for delivery," she said lifting it up and plopping it into Neville's lap, causing Neville to let out a dull 'oof'.

"My goodness, it's heavy. I suppose it's a good thing I don't have to take it too far."

Neville blinked at the muffin laden monstrosity. "Who's this one for Luna?"

He was suddenly aware that he had already asked this, but Luna didn't seem to mind. "It's for someone very special, someone who's very kind and sweet. I wanted to give this one out first, which was terribly selfish of me. But I don't think I can put it off any longer," she explained with a dreamy smile.

Neville sighed. "So, where does it need to be delivered?"

"Oh, it's already been sent."

He blinked. "What?"

Luna smiled at him. "I told you we didn't have to take it very far."

"But you just handed it to me …" Neville trailed off. Luna patted his arm patiently.

"It's alright Neville, take your time."

The reason he needed time wasn't that he was slow, but that his brain had decided to stop functioning. Well, it wasn't functioning in any decipherable language. Neville's arms seemed to move for themselves as they took the top muffin and broke it in half, then pulled the card towards Neville's face so he could read it.

Dear Neville, well, I would say my dear, but you aren't mine, for the moment,

This last year has been an utter whirlwind. I think I'm positively infested with wrackspurts. Well, I used to think I was. You see, whenever I was with you my head would get all fuzzy. You've been so brave, and kind, and helpful for the past few years. I can't really believe I kept this in as long as I did.

Oh, now I'm rambling. I have a tendency to do that you know. Maybe I am infested with wrackspurts… no matter. My point is, I have feelings for you that go well beyond friendship. I'm sorry this isn't particularly romantic, I meant to write a poem, but I was never very good with rhymes. Is there a rhyme for amorous? I can't think of one or one for romantic either, now that I think of it.

Well, by now you must agree with everyone in thinking that I am totally loony. I've actually always thought that was a rather clever nickname, it's not very nice, but I think it works. Anyways, it seems the Nargles have got me babbling again, or is babbling only when you're speaking? Whichever, Neville I am, and always will be, very proud to call you my friend, but I wish that there was a certain word which I could attach to the front of friend. Now I know muffin baskets aren't the most romantic thing in the world, you are far sweeter than any muffin in the basket, but perhaps a muffin filled picnic could be a bit more.

Love from,

Your Loony Loving Luna

Neville blinked several times before turning to stare at Luna. She looked at him innocently. "Yes Neville? Would you like to say something?"

He nodded and could practically feel his face catch on fire. "Um, well, Luna, I, er, uh, think that, uh, you, um, well……. I think I, uh, sorta, uh, er… that is, I like, no, I-I mean, er, feel, um……… I'm making a royal mess of things aren't I?"

Luna shook her head. Anyone else would have been laughing at him, but Luna was practically beaming. "Not at all, you're just being sweet and adorable, like you always are. But, if you want, I can make things a bit easier. Just answer yes or no. Would you like to be my boyfriend?"

"Yes!" Neville turned a shade darker. That had been a bit louder than he had intended.

But, Luna didn't seem to mind. "Wonderful, now, would you like to share this muffin basket with me?"

Neville nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Luna grinned. "You really are the sweetest person I've ever met Neville. I've packed everything in the basket. Ginny and Harry are probably still snogging, so I think we'll have an hour or two. There's this lovely little hill just past the garden. Come along Neville," Luna said standing and tugging Neville up by his hand, he was suddenly very aware of how sweaty his palm was. She struggled a bit with the basket, until Neville managed to regain enough sense to carry it for her.

She beamed at him. "Thank you Neville. You're very thoughtful, you know. Well, let's be off." Luna gently took his empty hand and pulled him out the door towards the garden. There hands swung merrily between them, Luna's doing, and Neville's face finally returned to normal. They were still in sight of the house when Luna asked, "Have you ever snogged anyone before?"

Neville managed to not trip over his own feet. "Um, uh, not really, I-I sort of kissed Hannah Abbot once, b-but I've n-never really snogged anyone."

Luna nodded. "Same with me, I kissed Dean once, but that was all it was."

Neville suddenly felt the urge to kill Dean Thomas.

It was pushed back as Luna turned to him with a rather interesting smile on her face. "Well, there's a first time for everything." She rested her free hand on Neville's shoulder for balance as she stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against Neville's. He was a bit too shocked to do anything for about ten seconds, but after that he closed his eyes and was pretty sure part of his brain dissolved. Luna slowly pulled back and smiled. "Well, that wasn't exactly a snog, but we've got plenty of time to perfect a technique. Come on the hill's just up this way."

Neville Longbottom was sure of very few things. Until his seventh year, he'd been sure that the sorting hat had been wrong. He'd known he'd probably never have the courage to stand up to people, fight dark forces, or tell a girl that he liked her shoes. But now, he was sure of a few more things. Neville knew that he wasn't the best kisser in the world, but after about seven tries he was pretty sure he had it down, judging by the look Luna was giving him. He was, now, very sure that Luna was the girl for him. He was also sure that, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that muffin baskets were definitely a good idea.

A/N: Alright, yes, this is incredibly fluffy, I didn't intend for that to happen, but, eh, when a story starts going I just kind of let it. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes, I've read this over about a dozen times, but I'm sure I probably missed something. This is the first of fifteen one shots, so if you like it look out for more.

Next up: Voldemort/Bellatrix, and the prompt is gravyards

Reviews are love and constructive critisism is greatly appreciated!