AN: This is my first fanfiction and I think it could be good. I'm not really sure. If people actually read this, then please review! I'd love to read what you've got to say. This is the first chapter and I've got some of the second chapter already written.
Chapter 1: The Final Battle
Luna looked to her left and saw Neville, bloodstained and holding the sword of Gryffindor. She walked up and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned, still wielding the sword, as they were in the middle of the battle. Luna simply smiled, and held out her hand. The pair joined hands and fought side by side, wands at the ready. What felt like decades later, it was all over. The two, still holding hands, walked into the Great Hall where they found many of their old friends, newly deceased. Luna mumbled quietly to herself as the duo passed each person.
"What're you doing?" Neville asked, confused.
"A spell to make sure the nargles won't get their brains." Luna said, smiling slightly up at him. He seemed to just notice that they were holding hands. He looked surprised, then pleased. Luna lead Neville over to a secluded corner and transfigured a washcloth and a bucket of water. She began to clean blood off of Neville's wounds, using the seemingly peculiar muggle method. Neville asked her why, of course and she replied, "I find it fascinating. I'll heal your cuts after I'm done with this." She squeezed his hand gently. The gash in his head was actually quite large, though she knew she'd have no problem healing it up. She saw Neville wince. Picking up her wand, Luna said, "Percuro" and the gash on Neville's head turned to a thin pink line.
"Thanks Luna!" Neville said. An odd expression crossed over his face.
"You look nervous. Is it because I'm holding your hand? I can stop if you want. It's kind of comforting though, don't you think? That's why I held your hand after you defeated the snake. I was nervous." Luna said wonderingly.
"It's just-I've never actually held a girl's hand before.." Neville admitted sheepishly. Luna patted their combined hands in comfort.
"I've never held a boy's hand. We could hold hands more often, if you'd like." Luna smiled slightly.
"I'd like that quite a lot. Hey, Luna," Neville said, "want to help me find Trevor?" Luna nodded and the pair walked out of the Great Hall and down the main corridor. From her pocket, Luna pulled a pair of particularly odd looking glasses. Neville gave her a quizzical look.
"They make small animals easier to see." Luna said knowledgeably. She looked slightly like Professor Trelawney, since the glasses made her eyes look three times too big for her face. A little ways up the stairs to the Gryffindor tower, Luna gasped and pointed. She'd found Trevor!
"Thanks Luna!" Neville exclaimed, and wrapped her in a hug. After a moment, he realized what he was doing and released her. Luna took off her glasses and put them in her pocket. She turned to Neville.
"You get nervous when you touch me." She said in a puzzled tone. Neville could feel the heat rising in his cheeks.
"Well, I think you're very... lovely." Neville said, looking down. Luna, who was considerably shorter than him, lifted her chin and looked him right in the eyes. She seemed to think for a moment.
"You fancy me, don't you Neville." Luna said with a twinkle in her eye. Neville's heart began to pound. He kept reminding himself not to panic.
"I fancy you too, Neville." Luna said, with a faint blush showing in her pale cheeks. Neville decided that this was his moment. He decided to use some of that Gryffindor bravery that he knew was within him.
"To be honest, Luna, I'm mad for you!" With a smile he lifted Luna off the ground and spun her in a circle. Even after he'd stopped, she continued to giggle. Carefully he set her back on the ground. He found himself staring into her pale eyes. Suddenly, Luna began to act as every girl would. She let her pale hair fall into her face ; a cliched ploy used by many teenage girls. Neville lifted a hand and gently moved the hair out from her face. Luna beamed up at him.
"Luna, so much has happened today. We've successfully made it through what is probably one of the worst days in Hogwarts history. Finally, we can all live our lives without fear. And I managed to do very heroic things, which I never thought I was capable of. On that battlefield today, fighting side by side with you-it just seemed right. I was peaceful with you by my side." Neville had looked away while saying all of this, but presently had turned back to find Luna wearing another set of funky shades.
"I'm listening," she said, "and checking for nargles." Turning towards her, Neville lifted a nervous hand and removed her glasses. He leaned in close to her. Feeling her breathe mixing with his lips met hers and the whole world seemed to melt away. Luna's gentle hands wound through his hair and caressed his neck. Neville's hands went first to Luna's neck, then trailed down her back. He realized she had to stand on tiptoe just to kiss him, so he picked her up. Luna wrapped her legs around Neville's waist. Neville's not the only one who'd been waiting for this to happen. After all, with Voldemort being gone, it's about time the pair were able to let loose and celebrate, but she figured it was too soon. She didn't appear to be the most sane, but Luna had some common sense. She untangled her legs and dropped back to the floor. Neville looked very happy, and she already knew it wasn't the nargles playing tricks on her. She took his hand and they walked as a pair to the Great Hall, where she was sure they'd find Harry, Ron, and Hermione. The trio were standing together, hugging and sobbing. The Weasley family was gathered around Fred's body, all crying desperately. George was hugging his brother, with the worst possible look of despair on his face . It hurt everyone to see George, who was always smiling, looking so heartbroken. Luna and Neville walked up to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, where they all engulfed each other in hugs of gratitude. Ron was sobbing considerably, but he was smiling.
"It's finally over," He said, "At a big price, but it's done."
Hermione turned to him and kissed him passionately.
"About time!" Neville remarked. Hermione and Ron both blushed and looked at each other sheepishly. The Hall suddenly went quiet. Everyone turned towards the entrance of the room, where Draco Malfoy stood, tears in his eyes. He walked straight towards Harry, who looked at him in surprise.
"I'm free." He said simply, and fell to his knees in front of Harry.
"Free?" Asked Harry. Draco looked up at him in fear. Finally, he seemed to remember that Voldemort was dead and he looked sad.
"They threatened me. Being a death eater wasn't something I'd wanted to do." He paused for a moment, then said, "Thanks for saving me from the Room of Requirement." Harry held out a hand to Draco. A hand of friendship, just as Draco had done first year, on the Hogwarts Express. Draco seemed to catch on to the subtle hint Harry had given him. He grabbed Harry's extended hand, and stood up.
"Just because the war's over doesn't mean I don't still hate you, Potter." Draco turned his nose up at Harry, but smiled playfully.
"Did I just make a new friend?" Harry asked, after Draco had walked away. Ginny walked over to his side. Harry took her hand and placed a kiss upon her tear-stained cheek. She smiled lightly. Everyone in the Great Hall held up their lit wands and smiled solemnly. They had lost many great witches and wizards, but they had won the war.