A/N: This is my very first fanfiction. It's about my Harry Potter pairing obsession, Neville and Luna. This is going to be mainly from Harry's point of view, although I will have it from other points of view at other times. But please be patient, since I might not update often. I do have Fictionpress stories to update, and I do have books to read. So please tell me how I'm doing. This is how I'm expressing my feelings about my obsession and keeping it under control. This is partly dedicated to the sanity of my friends! Oh, and P.S. this is mainly based off the movies, since they seem to like each other more in the movies, but there is some stuff from the books, too.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, unfortunately.

Chapter 1

Harry

It all started that one day, in the carriages of Harry's fifth year. And what started, you may ask? Why, the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger had been staring down the empty lane, watching the last carriage drive off.

"Hi guys," their friend Neville Longbottom said as he approached, carrying his mimbulus mimbletonia with him. To Harry, it looked like a very odd cactus. But it probably looked like an angel to Neville. He said nothing as he stood next to them.

Harry heard a snorting sound coming from behind him. He turned around, and just about jumped back.

Pulling the carriage was a sort of horse-looking thing. It had black skin stretched over its bones, a head that looked like a dragon's, and bat-like wings.

"What's that?" Harry asked.

"What's what?" Ron said as the rest of them turned around.

"That. Pulling the carriage," Harry said, as if it were as bright as day.

"Nothing's pulling the carriage, Harry," said Hermione. "It's pulling itself, like always."

"You're not going mad," a voice said. Harry looked around. Then he realized it had come from inside the carriage. There sat a girl with waist-length blonde hair, who was peering over a magazine she had been reading upside down. "I can see them too. You're just as sane as I am."

That comment didn't help Harry at all. He found this girl sort of loony. If he'd thought Ron was strange…well, this was a new level of weird.

Harry looked over at Neville, who was intently staring at the girl. Staring almost as if…No, no way, that couldn't be possible. Neville liking this loony girl? How absurd! It would be so unlike Neville; awkward, shy Neville liking this weird, crazy girl? It just wasn't possible. Neville hadn't really fancied girls much, anyways. Harry banished the horrid thoughts from his mind.

The four of them piled into the carriage; Neville across from the girl, Hermione next to him, Ron next to the girl, and Harry next to Ron.

Hermione started to say, "Everybody, this is Loony Love –" then stopped, as if she had said something wrong. The girl didn't seem fazed. Then Hermione started again. "Luna Lovegood." They sat in silence for a few moments, Neville gripping his plant tighter, as if he was suddenly self-conscious.

Harry began talking once the carriage began to move. "Well, I believe we owe Luna here some introductions. I'm –"

"Oh, I know who you are," Luna interrupted. "You're Harry Potter." She then turned to Hermione and Ron in turn. "I know you two as well. You're his friends, Hermione Granger the braniac, and Ron Weasley, the one who's scared of everything." Both Ron and Hermione's faces turned deep pink, knowing it was all true. Neville gave a slight chuckle. Luna turned her pale eyes upon him, making Neville squirm in his seat slightly.

"And I don't know who you are," she said.

"I'm nobody," said Neville hurriedly, looking down at his shoes.

"No, you're not!" snapped Hermione. "Luna, this is Neville Longbottom, a kid who's too modest and too shy."

"Am not," Neville muttered.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Neville Longbottom," Luna said, outstretching her hand. Neville, seeming reluctant, took her hand and shook it, his face and ears redder than a bowl of cherries.

Was it possible that Neville could like this girl? It just didn't seem possible. They were, like, two different sorts of people. But then again…opposites attract, right? And only fate could have predicted Ron and Hermione would end up liking each other (they didn't have to say anything – Harry just knew). So anything was possible, really. Harry would just have to wait and see how things unraveled.

Who knew? Maybe Neville would end up surprising them all.