Disclaimer: If I owned the Harry Potter series, you had better believe Neville and Luna would have most definitely been an item.
A/n: Another prompt-inspired wee one-shot. The shortest one yet, but it didn't feel like being longer, so it's not. Though it's super short, enjoy anyways! (Prompt used for this at the beginning in italics)
Touch
It was an accident. A passing thing. A mere second in which their hands brushed against each other. Even that small touch, however, was enough to cause his whole arm to tingle in the most peculiar way.
"S-sorry." Neville stammers and reddens.
"No trouble at all." says Luna and smiles rather radiantly.
He realizes he has never seen her blush, not even a little, until that moment. And it's lovely.
-End-
A/n: Thanks for reading!