A/N: This was written for Lavender Flame's Angst/Fluff two-shot competition, found at the link below :)

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As you can see, I was only able to get the first chapter up this morning, but I hope the last chapter will be done and up by tonight :D I hope you enjoy this little fluffy chapter, because, as the challenge demands, the next chapter must be an angst ;(

Anyways, feel free to read and review, I would love to hear what you think :3

Everything was perfect.

It had only taken them months of planning, but they had managed to pull it off. Neville anxiously fidgeted with the collar of his suit, waiting in one of the small back rooms located in the small church. He knew that in a few minutes he would have to make his way into the sanctuary to stand by the preacher, but he didn't feel ready to face the animated crowd just yet.

It had been only three years ago that they had begun their relationship, but now he couldn't imagine his life without her in it. It was right after the Battle of Hogwarts, during the cleanup efforts, that his life had changed for the better.

3 Years Prior

Neville sloppily wiped the sweat from his brow, heaving some more bricks into the ever-growing pile. If he hadn't lost his wand during the fight, this would have been much simpler. Classmates and professors alike were also working through the rubble, some repairing while others just tried to clear the wreckage.

"Hello Neville." A quiet, whimsical voice spoke from beside him, causing him to jump in surprise as he quickly turned to face its owner.

"Oh, hello Luna. Didn't realize you were there." He chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as the blush began to spread onto his cheeks. "How are you?" He asked after the fact in an attempt to make conversation, only to curse himself for asking something so lame.

Luna smiled at him, stooping down to begin shifting the rubble as well; reminding Neville that he had been in the middle of doing the same. "I'm good, I suppose. I'm a little sad, but I'm also a little happy, for some reason." She mused quietly, causing Neville to smile at how adorable she was sometimes. "I never got the chance to tell you yesterday, but that was really cool, what you did with the sword."

Neville blinked as the blush grew in intensity, "Oh, that? I'm sure anyone else could have done, probably could've done a better job at it to. I was just lucky." He argued quickly, brushing her compliment aside as he became very interested in his task.

Luna simply smiled at him again, shaking her head softly in disagreement, "On the contrary, I thought you did brilliantly. It was very brave of you."

Neville found himself gaping at her as she spoke, wondering if his ears had deceived him. People didn't normally compliment him, and they definitely never called him brilliant. He was the loser, the dork, the 'squib'. At least, that's how everyone's always made him feel.

Except her. She was different. She always made him feel as if he was accepted, as if he actually mattered. Biting the inside of his cheek, Neville prepared to do the hardest thing he had ever done in his entire life. Suddenly he wished he could go face Nagini again. That would've been easier than this.

"Luna?" he said quietly, as he inspected a stone, not ready to make eye contact just yet.

She turned to face him, pale blue eyes blinking in question, "Yes?"

"Would you like to, maybe, go, you know, out with me sometime?" Neville asked her, words coming out in a slight jumble as he looked at her with hope fill eyes.

Luna was quiet at first, unconsciously driving him crazy with worry, but then she finally spoke, a small smile gracing her features. "I would love to. When this is over, we could go out to dinner or something."

Unless Neville was imagining things, after that moment she seemed to have a brighter sparkle in hers eyes and a happier smile stretched across her lips.

Present Day

A knock came on the door, jerking Neville out of his silent reverie. Harry Potter, his best man, came in with a huge grin on his face. "You ready?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at him as if he expected him to pass out at any moment.

Neville nodded, throat much too dry for him to try and make any coherent sentences. Swallowing, Neville made his way out to stand by the gray haired preacher, looking out over the crowd of people as he silently chanted to himself, I can do this, I can do this…

In the front row of the grooms side sat his grandmother, his mother, and his father, as well as the nurses who had accompanied his parents from the hospital. They were all smiling, and Neville couldn't help but pretend that his parents were actually smiling because he was getting married, not just from whatever was going on in their heads.

The music started playing and Neville instinctively turned his attention to the front of the church, watching as the bridal party made it way down first. The groomsman and bridesmaids had been paired up to walk down the aisle, Harry with Ginny, Hermione with Ron, Seamus and Cho.

When picking out the color scheme, Luna had allowed him to decided, seeing as she wasn't really worried about it. So Neville had decided upon the traditional black and white, with a pale blue color for the dresses and ties. They were almost the same color as the eyes he had fallen in love with so long ago.

Then he saw her.

She was dressed in a long, flowing white gown, her long blonde hair intricately braided to hold tiny blue and white flowers. Her bangs were pinned from her face, those blue eyes bright and happy as she looked up at him. Her father seemed happy as well, but at the same time one could see the sadness that he had been attempting to hide.

The vows passed in a relative blur for Neville, but then the time had come for him to say the final words, and his throat decided to dry out again. As the question was asked, Neville only managed a quiet squeak in response, "I do." His face was burning for some reason, but at the same time he felt as if those were the most important words he'd ever speak.

Luna gave him an amused smile as she was asked the same question, and she easily responded with a quiet and assured, "I do."

Then they kissed, and it would forever be known Neville's all-time favorite kiss. Cheers went up from all around them, but he hardly even noticed them as he happily led her down the aisle, grinning at each other. For the first time in his whole life, Neville felt complete.