He sat in the balcony of the astronomy tower. This was one of his favorite places. It was quiet, airy, away from the judgment of evil Slytherins and mean older kids. He could look out at the grounds of Hogwarts, watching all the kids mill about, the size of ants. It was quite pleasurable. They had no clue he was up there.

And night was a different thing altogether. The stars were so bright and beautiful. There was always that nightly chill. He loved that nightly chill. It made him feel like things were alright.

There was only one thing that would make this place better; bring it to absolute perfection.

"Hello, Neville."

He turned around, and there she was. A slim, frail girl, as pale as the snow in the winter, her gray-blue eyes looking into his soul. Luna Lovegood. She was the most beautiful girl Neville had ever laid eyes on. But she didn't seem to see her beauty. She didn't seem to see much of anything, actually. She stayed in her own little world, and she didn't care about what others thought of her, which was one of the things Neville loved about her. He loved everything about her.

"H-hello Luna," Neville stuttered. In his eyes, he was a loser, and he could never deserve Luna. In a way, she was way out of his league. She was beautiful, and he had oversized teeth and big feet. He was lucky to even have her as a friend. And he was positive his love for her wouldn't be returned. "Erm...what are you doing here?"

"I come here often. I enjoy looking at the stars," Luna said. "Look out there - the stars are out now."

Luna came out to the balcony, brushing her shoulder against Neville's, sending an electric tingle up his back. He didn't protest, though.

"Look at all the stars, Neville," she said, pointing with a finger. "Aren't they beautiful?"

"They sure are," Neville said. "And look at the moon up there. It's almost full."

And sure enough, it was. The moon cast a silvery glow across the grounds, making it shine. It also made Luna's face glimmer, making her look even more beautiful.

Luna nodded. "It is. I've always loved the moon, you know. I was named after it."

"Luna. Moon. It's a beautiful name," Neville said.

Luna looked over into Neville's eyes, almost making him go weak in the knees. Her eyes were wonderful - he couldn't say that about any other pairs of eyes. They sparkled like no other eyes sparkled.

And for the first time in his life, Neville had the urge to kiss her. He realized how great this urge was, how badly he wanted it. He didn't think he had the courage for it. He had never believed in himself.

But he did now. He had to try. Or else this opportunity might never come again. He made his green eyes look straight into Luna's silvery ones, and he leaned down, getting his lips closer and closer...and then their lips touched. To Neville's surprise, the feeling was magical. The tingles shot down his spine, and there were figurative sparks flying. And to his even greater surprise, Luna returned the kiss. He moved his lips to fit in-between hers, making the feeling last as long as it could.

He didn't want to draw away, but he was forced to. As he ended the kiss and saw the smile on Luna's face, he only knew one thing for certain: that was what a magical first kiss should feel like.