Light a roman candle with me
Just a roman candle, you can wear your sandals
and I'll pour you just one cup of tea.

-Fun.-

Neville shouldn't have been nervous. He literally just cut of the head of one of them most venomous creatures in the world and he had several battle wounds demonstrating how heroic he had acted.

He couldn't even fully explain to himself how much none of that mattered once he saw Luna.

In the middle of the fight he had searched far and wide for her. He wanted, no, he needed to tell her how he felt. Neville couldn't live with the idea that he had come this far and grown so much and then not be able to tell the person responsible. It wasn't that he wanted to thank her, though he should. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her and how his life would never be the same if she wasn't in it. He hoped she would take the news well and wouldn't be shocked or upset…or repulsed.

His stomach and chest tightened at the thought that she might react that way. He knew she would be polite at the very least. Luna was blunt but he never knew her to be unkind. This anxiety didn't come from anything Luna had ever done. It came specifically from the fact that he'd never put himself on the line before. He had asked Ginny to go to the Yule ball and he'd even asked a girl to go to Hogsmeade before, but this was different. He wasn't going to just ask her to spend time with him. This time he was going to take a chance and tell her how he felt.

And he'd never been so scared in his life.

Not when he was placed in Gryffindor or when he dueled Death Eater's, not even when he faced down Lord Voldemort himself did he feel like this. Only Luna could make his pulse race like this. Just seeing her with her long blonde hair, her warm honest face and her whimsical smile just made him want to sweep her off her feet and snog her senseless. But he was going to hold back and wait.

First he needed to know how she felt. Did she smile whenever she saw him? Did she wish they were in the same year and house so they would have more reasons to run into one another? Because Neville did. For a while he had fancied her, but put it off as the war came closer and closer. This year however his feels grew and now that the war was over, now that it all was over he couldn't bare going another day without her knowing.

He stepped forward hesitantly, but then as he moved forward his walk became stronger and more confident. She walked over to him and met him in the middle of the great hall.

"Luna, do you want to go out with me?"

Her large eyes lifted his face, "I have to get my cuts cleaned, but after that I would like to."

"No I mean…" He gulped down any remaining self-doubt and stooped to look at her in the eye. "I want I…fancy you…I ...well…I love you, and um-"

"I love you as well." She blushed faintly.

A huge silly grin spread across his worn face. "You do?"

"Yes," She answered simply, "I've never loved anyone before. I didn't understand it at first."

Laughing, Neville stooped down and promptly kissed her on the lips. She tasted like pears, and leaned into him contentedly.

"That was quite satisfactory," She smiled happily and promptly held out her hand, which he took with a huge grin. "Would like to some pudding with me?"

He had no idea where in the world she thought she was going to get pudding, but he would rather search the entire broken down castle with her for hours searching for pudding than do anything else.

Neville bent down and kissed her again, the urge to kiss her had not faded, but he had a feeling it never would. So he adjusted his sweater and told her, "I'd love to."

Authors Note:
This is part one of my one-shot series. Hope you enjoy it!