Luna ran her fingers down the scars burned into Neville's face. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice almost returning to its usual dreamy tone.
"Yes," he said stiffly, as the blonde-haired girl pulled her arm back to her side. "Are you? After all.. they had actually captured you."
"I'm fine, Neville," she said, the faintest trace of a smile curling on her lips. "It's all in the past now, isn't it?"
He remained silent, looking into the broken mirror that showed his distorted reflection. Luna stepped closer to him, her long, waist-length, blonde hair brushing gently against his bare skin. "You know, Neville, this is all going to stop soon."
He turned to face her, and only now did he realise just how beautiful she really was. Her skin, it was pale and scarred, yes, but it was soft and gossamer, and her hair, silky and blonde, that framed such a gorgeous, plump face.. it was indescribable. He felt something cold wrap around his hand, and before he knew it, he was leaning forward. Closer to her, until he could see the finer details of her face; her long eyelashes, her silvery-gray eyes that were slowly closing, her pinkish-red lips puckering.. then his eyelids fell shut.
And his first kiss was truly exhilerating.