He sat on the hill, his lips clasped smoothly together as he watched the blue sky turn into pools of gold and pink.
In his hand, he clasped a simple silver gum wrapper, which he constantly rubbed with his thumb, causing small foil pieces to drift to the patch of grass beneath him. It had been a long time since his last venture out to the hill, probably over a year, he thought. And he sighed.
"Neville, is that you?" a voice asked from behind him.
He didn't bother to look up, any voice as quizzically airy could only belong to one person; Luna Lovegood.
He remained quiet, but patted the spot beside him in a gesture to invite her to sit with him. She did so, also quietly.
"What're you doing up here?" she asked quietly as the wind carried her long corn silk hair to her back. "The Quibbler reports that it isn't at all safe to be out alone at sunset."
His long horse-like features became rounded as he laughed.
"What's so funny?" she asked, leaning forward.
He didn't say anything, but leaned forward until his lips met with hers in a semi-awkward kiss.
By time they had both pulled away, Neville's cheeks were rather red, and not a word came from his mouth.
"Well, I've never been kissed on a hill before," Luna said thoughtfully.
Neville laughed again and set the wrapper that he had held so tightly on the ground.
It had been over a year since he'd met his thoughts up on the hill, and over a year since he and Luna had been alone. The memory was crystal clear in his mind.
"Luna, could you please hand me that book?" he asked quietly as a dull thud erupted from the book he closed.
"This one?" she asked, pointing to an all green book.
"Mm-hm."
"This one is better," she said simply as she handed him an old brown one, that didn't look to have ever been read.
"Um, Luna," he accepted the book with a raised brow and bit his lip thoughtfully; "I don't want this one."
"You'll thank me later. All of the information in that green one is off."
Well, he knew exactly what that meant coming from Luna. The book he held was a load of crap.
"Well, thanks, Luna, but I want take the green one, too. Just in case," he said as he leaned forward.
In the same moment, Luna leaned forward as well, saying, "It's rubbi-"as their lips met awkwardly.
For a moment they were both completely silent, and only thoughts filled the room. That is, until Neville ran away.
"Neville, are you coming back?" Luna asked at last, "Because if you aren't, I completely understand! YOU WEREN'T THAT BAD OF A KISSER!"
And that's when he found the hill. He just needed a quiet place to think; to consider what had just happened by complete accident. He was only a sixth year, after all, and he had NO intentions of being involved with a girl quite yet.
Oh, Merlin. What would Gran say?
He laughed again at the memory, and his frightened thoughts as Luna continued to look confused.
"You know, Neville, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were insane… It must be the Gibbypops… they're in bloom this time of year and their odorless scent often causes semi-permanent brain disorders."
Neville simply shook his head and smiled, speechless.