Okay, very short little Neville/Luna drabble. Very, very short. But who cares? They're the cutest couple EVER, right? Well, except for Draco/Hermoine. :P I don't own HP. R&R!
Even in the middle of a battle, Luna Lovegood managed to look serene.
She stood at a window, bolts of light flying from her wand, blonde hair floating around her shoulders, her pale skin seeming to glow under the light of so many spells.
Even covered in bruises and blood, she was the most beautiful thing Neville Longbottom had ever seen in his entire life.
He gathered up his bucket of bubotuber pus and went to join her. He murmured a levitation spell and lifted some of the liquid carefully with his wand, then sent it shooting down onto the Death Eaters below, like a blast from a Muggle child's water gun.
"Oh, hello, Neville," said Luna cheerily, yelling "Stupefy!" out the window before turning back to him. "How are you?"
"Quite well, and yourself?" he asked, shooting more of the pus down into the courtyard and hearing a medley of curses and cries of pain in response, giving him a grim kind of satisfaction.
"Oh, just fine," she replied, managing to sound dreamy as usual despite the heat of battle. "Petrificus Totalus!"
Neville watched as the spell struck a Death Eater square in the chest below. "Oh, well done Luna!" he cried, clapping a hand on her shoulder. She smiled at him.
"Oh, it was nothing," she said, waving the compliment off. She seemed to be blushing, he noted.
"Here, help me with this. You've got better aim than I," he added, sending another stream of sickly, smelly yellow liquid shooting into the lit-up night. She obliged, hitting the face of one man and sending him to his knees in an instant. She sucked in a breath.
"Ouch, that must've hurt."
"Yes, I'm sure...look out!" Neville shouted, diving and knocking Luna to the floor, just escaping a vengeful bolt of green light. "Oh my God," he whispered. She'd almost been killed, he realized. Luna. Dead. It was too horrible to dwell on just then.
She stared up at him calmly, and then, before he could think about it, his lips were on hers.
It was a very sweet, gentle kiss, and a question besides. A question that had been rattling around inside his mind since the first moment he saw her.
Do you love me?
She answered yes, moving her lips gently in harmony with his before pulling away.
"There'll be plenty of time later for that," she breathed dreamily. He nodded and helped her to her feet, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.
He didn't let go of her hand.