Title: Unobtainable.
Summary: "If you ever get tired of waiting for the impossible, let me know."
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea.
Author's Notes: A sort-of-sequel to Not Worth It.
She could see the way he looked at her, like she hung the moon, or created the stars just for him. And it hurt.
Ginny was her best friend, but once again she'd taken the one thing close to Luna's heart. Neville Longbottom.
Yes, he wasn't the most attractive person in the world. And he certainly wasn't the smartest. But there was an aura around him...something special that not everyone had.
And he listened to her...when he wasn't gazing, love struck, at Ginny. Not that she noticed. No, her puppy eyes were for Harry and Harry alone.
It seemed to Luna that Ginny had everything. The boys she liked, parents who loved her, siblings who adored her, teachers who liked her and classmates who didn't find it amusing to hide her things.
One day, when they were cleaning cauldrons together (Luna was no better in Potions than Neville, and often worse), she decided she couldn't take it anymore.
"Neville, why do you like Ginny so much?" She asked.
The words echoed in the dungeon, seemingly thicker than the air. Immediately, she wished she hadn't spoken, that just once she'd acted like all the other girls and just left her crush alone, that she'd doodled his name all over her notes instead of writing a detailed study on him.
"Uh...I just do. She's perfect, what everyone wants." Neville mumbled.
"But is she what you want?" What a stupid question. She'd seen the way Neville looked at Gin; of course she was what he wanted. Somehow, Luna knew she ought to feel guilty about trying to sway Neville's affection; it wasn't a very friend-like thing to do. But she wasn't guilty. Ginny had a guy. She deserved one too.
"Yes. Ginny's perfect. Sweet, affectionate, kind, smart, beautiful..." Neville trailed off.
"And unobtainable." Luna pointed out. "She and Harry are together for the long haul." She moved closer to Neville, taking his head between her hands and pressing an awkward kiss on his lips. It was nothing special, just a brush of one dry mouth against another, and his stubble was prickly on her palms. "If you ever get tired of waiting for the impossible, let me know." She said quietly, exiting the room. Screw Snape.
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