A Neville/Luna! Based on her quote from the HBP movie. ^o^ enjoy.
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"I've never been to this part of the castle before. At least not while awake. I sleepwalk you see. That's why I wear shoes to bed."
Neville Longbottom was absentmindedly walking around the seventh floor corridor. He had just left the Room of Requirement, but it was past curfew. Harry and Ron had previously informed him that Filch was in his office for the night, sick with a small flu. Neville knew he was clear to wander around for a little bit as long as McGonagall didn't catch him. He made sure his steps were silent as he crept through the corridors. Neville believed he owned the place at nighttime. It was the one time of day he could be alone and Malfoy wasn't there to bother him. Neville was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice running into somebody else.
"Careful!" Neville said, but stopped once he noticed it was just a dreamy Luna Lovegood. Her silvery blue eyes were staring off into space and she had a small smile on her face. She was still in her pajamas, a tank top and pants with what looked like wrinkly lizards with huge horns on their noses. Luna's cork necklace swung precariously on her neck, and her plaid Converse were unlaced.
"Luna? Where are you going?" he whispered. Neville was afraid someone was around the corner. Luna's smile grew bigger on her face. Neville's mind flashed back to something that she had said a few weeks ago. I sleepwalk you see. That's why I wear shoes to bed.
She had told Harry that when they went to Slughorn's Christmas party! Jealousy and anger boiled up inside Neville. She had looked quite pretty in her different silver robes, but of course she didn't notice him. She was too distracted by the vampire they had there. He waved his hands in front of Luna's face.
"Luna...? Luna?" he asked, trying to wake her up. Suddenly, she began to murmur in her sleep.
"Hm...Gulping Girbugles..." she muttered. "Not those, they're too fluffy..." Neville rolled his eyes. Probably one of her made-up creatures again. However, Neville felt the need to escort her back to her common room. She was innocent, although not a close friend of Harry's. She was just a girl who maybe had a few missing gears in her head. But she had the mind of a child, and Neville felt a certain fondness for her.
"Come on, Luna," he said, taking her hand and leading her in the direction of Ravenclaw tower. She continued to mumble in her daze.
"Nargles...got to pick the Flipdingers, they're ripe..." she whispered. Neville peeked around a corner, making sure the coast was clear. Not many students were out at this time, and the ones that were never ratted out other students. It was like an unspoken code.
"Okay, not too much farther, Luna," he told her, but then again, she couldn't hear him.
"Oh...Neville," she breathed. That stopped him dead in his tracks. Luna couldn't be awake, could she? He stared into her face, but those eyes were still glassed over, not recognizing him at all. So if she wasn't awake, that meant she actually said his name in her sleep. She was dreaming about him. A strange feeling overcame Neville's stomach.
"Luna?" he said again.
"Your eyes remind me...of sapphires..." she mumbled. "I'm actually...fond..." Neville moved closer to her, anxiously awaiting more. However, Luna's head dropped, and her eyes closed. She lost her balance and began to topple forward, but Neville quickly caught her before she could land on the floor.
What now? he thought. He couldn't be caught in the corridors after hours with Luna Lovegood in his arms. So many rumours, not to mention the scandal that it was. His grandmother would have his head! Neville could just imagine the Howler now. You and a girl alone after hours in the corridor? WHAT WENT ON THERE NEVILLE? WE RAISED YOU BETTER!
But Neville didn't have to worry. Luna began to stir and before he could let go of her and run, she was staring wide-eyed up at him.
"Neville?" she said curiously. His mind started to panic, but he kept his face unreadable as always.
"Yes...Luna?" he responded, trying desperately to think of a way to explain to her what had happened.
"I was sleepwalking again, wasn't I?" Luna said wearily. Neville blinked. It was like she was reading his mind. "Oh well. I better be off to bed." She broke away from his arms and skipped down the hall to Ravenclaw Tower. Her long, dirty blonde hair swung side to side as she skipped, and it mesmerized Neville.
He turned on his heel and started towards the direction of the Gryffindor common room, trying to shake the thoughts that were flowing into his mind about Luna.
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The next day, Neville looked over at the Ravenclaw table to see if Luna remembered anything from that night. But she was eating alone, like usual, and had her nose stuck in that newspaper her father owned, The Quibbler. She looked up from it for a second and caught his eye, but broke off the glance almost instantly.
They had Potions class together, and Neville could barely understand a word Professor Snape was saying. He was too distracted by his own thoughts and feelings, whatever he might be feeling. However, he did break out of his reverie long enough for him to notice Luna's hand waving in the air.
"Yes, Miss Lovegood?" Snape said.
"That's Amorentia," she said softly. "Most powerful Love Potion in the world...although, it doesn't create love. Infatuation."
"Correct. Did everyone hear that?" Snape said dryly. "Miss Lovegood is most correct about this, and one of the traits of this potion is..."
Neville stopped listening after this and focused on the potion. He smelled chocolate, mint, the pine scent of a Christmas tree, and an odor he couldn't place. He sniffed some more and realized what he was smelling. It had been in the air last night.
Radishes.
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