Chapter 1: Mad For Her

Neville Longbottom sprinted up the main staircase of Hogwarts. Going against the flow of traffic, of students streaming either to get out or join the fight, did little to deter him. At one point, he spied a flash of red hair, as his good friend Ginny Weasley fell into stride beside him. Steps later, they both encountered Harry, the hero reaching for them both as though they were life rafts in the sea of students.

"Neville! Are you all right?"

"Never better! I feel like I could... spit fire!" Neville beamed. He was actually grinning. Adrenaline was better than the strongest firewhiskey. "Hey, you haven't seen Luna, have you?"

"Luna?" Harry's brow crinkled in utter confusion.

"I'm mad for her! Reckon it's about time I told her, cause we'll probably both be dead by dawn!" And he blasted away, not bothering to explain to his friends. He only just registered Harry bellow after him, "Check the Ravenclaw Tower!"

He took the staircase two at a time, his arms pumping as he practically threw his body further and further along. The past year on the run from the Carrows had slimmed him down and made him reach the peak of physical fitness. His chest was well-toned, and distinct muscles had formed along his arms. His calves, lean and sturdy, served him well as he continued to dash almost madly through the castle, calling Luna's name.

Luna wasn't near the Ravenclaw Tower, as Harry had predicted, so Neville took off in another direction. All the while, he dodged curses and screams. Explosions rocked the stone foundation, key sections of the structures crumbling. Like right now, as Neville flung himself in a wild dive onto the staircase of the Owlery Tower, seconds before its entrance partially caved in behind him.

Neville got to his feet, coughing through the dust. A pile of rubble had partially blocked the entrance to the Tower, but it was nothing that could not be moved with a little bit of magic. He proceeded up the steps to the Owlery, ignoring the early spring chill as he emerged on the external stretch of the staircase.

As he entered the Owlery, deserted of their feathery boarders and drafty with its open-air windows, he saw her. All silvery blonde hair and blissfully serene, even when locked in battle with a Death Eater.

As Neville watched, McNair battered Luna with spell after spell, and she only just managed to block each one. From the sweat on her brow, she appeared winded; it was evident that she and her adversary had been at it for some time, isolated away from the main fight.

McNair's back was to him, so he didn't see Neville, which gave Neville the advantage to raise his wand and bellow, "Stupefy!"

The red blast of light hit the Death Eater squarely in the back, throwing him forward almost into Luna, enough off balance so that he couldn't block her next attack an instant later - a well-placed Reducto that shot McNair out one of the glassless windows with a scream. It was a long, bumpy ride down those cliffs surrounding the Tower below. Neville was certain McNair would fall to his death.

Luna finally noticed Neville for the first time. "Hello, Neville!" she smiled brightly, gently. Only her body seemed to betray any urgency as she took his hand. "Come on, we've got to get out of here!"

"Luna, wait!"

"What?" Luna turned to look at him as Neville yanked her back, pulling her tight against him. One arm slung about her waist, and the other at her neck, Neville kissed Luna Lovegood full on the mouth as passionately as he could. The kiss was so fiery, that he bent the Ravenclaw witch back in his tight squeeze of an embrace. His lips parted, pried open, hers and his tongue disappeared greedily down her throat.

Luna stayed at rest in his arms for a moment, and Neville wondered if he had shocked the maddeningly calm witch for the first time in her life. But then -

Luna Lovegood moaned in a very un-Luna-like way and her arms flung about his neck, her hands fisting the locks of his hair, and she pulled, assertively deepening the kiss as she closed her eyes triumphantly. Her tongue quickly swam into Neville's mouth and stayed there, grappling with his for control. She kissed him back with a fervor that rather astonished Neville. Their muscles flexed and rippled and quickly grew sore as their lips dug further into their partner's face. It was almost insane, the passion with which they were kissing each other.

After several moments, the pair broke apart for oxygen.

Luna was gazing at Neville as if his snogging the living daylights out of her was an everyday occurrence. She looked utterly pleased and even proud, her eyes gently dancing as she gave him a beaming smile. She nodded once, apparently satisfied with something. "I knew you could do it," she praised.

Neville awkwardly chuckled. "I love you, Luna Lovegood. I've gone Looney for you. And if we both get out of this alive, I'm going to marry you."

That seemed to catch her off-guard, and she peered at him with surprise and bemusement. Thinking his proposal was too presumptuous, Neville decided to ask properly. "Will you marry me, Luna Lovegood?"

In answer, Luna yanked Neville's face down to hers and bashed her lips against his. As they embraced and kissed, Neville felt Luna's flushed, bruised lips curl up against his into a smile. Her breath and voice tickled his mouth as she whispered:

"Of course. Yes, I will. I would love to marry you. I love you too, Neville Longbottom."

Giddy, Neville felt the hand at her neck disappear into Luna's blonde hair. The palm at her slim waist, meanwhile, dipped lower. He heavily petted and caressed her bum through her skirts. He felt Luna gasp into his throat and pull away.

"What... what are you doing?" And for the first time in her life, she seemed fazed.

"Loving you," he responded. "Let me love you, Luna..." In acceptance, Luna brazenly raised her leg to Neville's waist, hitching her thigh around his torso. Neville pressed into her, sending Luna into a kind of dip as the kiss deepened. The two lost their balance, in fact, and tumbled to the hay of the Owlery. Underneath Neville, Luna gently guided his palms to her breasts.

"I want you to touch me," she hissed, and the huskiness in her voice was distinctly not like her, but made Neville let out a deep, guttural groan into her mouth. His cock violently twitched as he grinded his hips into her, squeezed her soft breasts in his calloused hands. Luna clasped him closer and kissed him fiercely, shuddering and shivering as she let out an aroused moan: "Hmmmm..."

Soon, Neville and Luna were rolling around the floor in each other's embrace, moaning and groaning as they continued to feverishly kiss. "Hmmm... Mmmmhmmmmm... Mmmmmm..." Luna tugged Neville's sweater over his head; Neville pushed her skirt past her knees. Working his belt buckle loose, Luna freed him and clasped him in her palm, furiously pumping up and down. Kissing her with tongue, Neville settled between the adorable witch's legs and slammed into her, unable to stand it anymore.

"Rrrrr..." Luna growled as she arched her back into him, trembling as her insides ripped. She knew from girls like Ginny and Hermione that her first time was going to hurt, but at least it was happening at all. Even if she did survive the morning, she didn't know whether any man would want to be with her like this. She was glad that it was Neville, that he was her first.

Neville picked up the pace, bouncing up and down over Luna frantically as he thrust harder and faster.

"There... right there..." Luna gasped, her breath airy. "Godric, Neville, I'm so close..." She shuddered, shivered, trembled violently. Neville kissed her pink lips again and again.

"Cum for me, love..."

He branded a love bite into her neck, and Luna screamed. "NEVILLE!" She came utterly apart, her petite form pulsing violently as Neville weakly slammed against her once, twice, a feeble third time before he spilt all he had into her with a grunt. His head flopped between the valley of Luna's perky breasts, her rosebud nipples peaked on mounds that were just right in size - not too big and not too small.

Neville rolled off of her. Luna shakily stood and dusted herself off, redressed. Neville only came back into focus when he felt her tenderly tucking him back into his pants.

"That was fun," Luna stated simply. "We should make love more often."

Neville threw back his head and laughed, accepting Luna's hand as she pulled him to his feet. Standing on her tiptoes, Luna gave him one last, chaste kiss before they ran out of the Owlery Tower to rejoin the fight.

Neville and Luna did not let go of each other's hands once for the rest of the Battle.


"Neville bloody had Luna Lovegood in the Owlery after they killed McNair!" Dean Thomas was breathlessly telling the Golden Trio, Ginny and Seamus Finnegan in the Gryffindor Common Room the night after Voldemort's death.

Ron looked something between agog and sick. "And you saw this happen?"

"I was flying round the Owlery, trying to shore up our defenses. I saw McNair fall onto the cliffs below, so I went to give assistance. And through the window I saw Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood snogging and shagging!" He blushed. "Luna screamed really loud when Neville fucked her. It was... kind of hot."

Harry shook his head in bewilderment. "Who bloody knew?"

Hermione just smiled. "I think it's sweet. Though I think I want to save myself until marriage."

"Whatever you say, love," Ron agreed, though he looked a little put out. Hermione gawked at him, laughing.

"And since when, Ronald, do you just assume you'll be the man I marry?"

Ron growled with lust in his eyes as he yanked Hermione into his lap so she was straddling him, causing Hermione to squeak in surprise. "Since I decided I bloody love you, woman!" And he snogged her senseless, Hermione acquiescing for a moment until she pulled away, looking slightly pink.