AN: First fic! Please be kind! Also Review if you read please they make me very happy -
Neville sat nervously on the third table by the window in Madam Puddifoot's. He tapped his thumbs gently against the porcelain of the cup, he had finished the tea long time ago and all that was left were cold, soggy tea leaves at the bottom. He had no idea what they meant and he had long since left the mystics and fortune-telling to the centaurs. The bell over the top of the door gave a high pitched jingle and he snapped his head up. He gave a small smile as he made eye contact with the woman who had just entered. Luna. She walked over to his table Oh Merlin... She looks beautiful. Neville shook the thought out of his head. Her husband just died. How can you be thinking that now? She needs your head on straight, snap out of it! But he still couldn't stop thinking about how her skin glowed in the sunlight.
"Hi Luna, would you like a coffee? Or tea?" He asked tentatively as she sat down
"A coffee please Neville, I barely slept" Luna has lost the dreamy edge to her voice and it was tinged with sadness. Neville nodded and waved the small, cherubic waitress over.
"What can I get you two?" The woman asked, in a sickly high pitched voice
"Just two coffees please" Neville said, still looking at Luna, who had fixed her eyes on her lap
The woman waited for a second, before sighing and walking off. Luna looked back up, her grey eyes swollen and pink with tears.
"Oh, Neville. What am I going to do?" She gazed into his eyes and he found himself struggling for a reply. He reached out and took her hand.
"I'll be here for you. I'll help, I promise" Luna gave a small smile
"Thank you. So much" Luna didn't say anything more
"How are Lorcan and Lysander?" He asked quietly
"They're taking it badly, they don't understand" She still gazed into his eyes
A loud cough made them both jump.
"Coffees?" The tiny waitress held the tray out and Neville took them and passed one to Luna. The waitress did not wait but cast Neville a disparaging look and strode off.
"Daddy's back from Sweden" She stated and sipped the coffee " He's with the boys' now"
Neville couldn't think of anything to say to that, so he waited for her to say something else and drank his coffee quickly, burning his tongue
"I had to tell Rolf's parents last night. It was terrible, his mother's so kind" She pursed her lips and Neville caught himself thinking about kissing those beautiful lips and running his hands through her perfect hair.
"How did she take it?" He pushed the conversation
"Badly. She burst into tears, her husband wasn't much better. I don't think any of us though he would actually pass on" She stared at her lap intently.
Neville thought of the previous month when Rolf had returned from a trip abroad and had got ill, he hadn't allowed himself to be admitted to St Mungos and had steadily worsened and died two nights ago.
"Neville, will you come back with me? Daddy can't stay and I need help with arrangements and I can't ask anyone else." She met his gaze unwaveringly
"I said I'd do anything" She gave a tiny hint of a grateful smile
"Can we go then? I feel guilty for leaving the boys'" She got up and walked over to the door and Neville quickly put some coins on the table and joined her on the street.
"Follow me to the house" She disapparated with the tiniest of pops
Neville sighed. Would I be doing this if I didn't have feelings for her? Yes! He convinced himself. Luna was a friend in need, although not one to usually to admit she needed help unless she truly needed it. Neville knew very well that she would never cry, she was much too strong for that. But she had her heart broken, and he doubted she had felt that before. But you can never tell with Luna, she was unusual: a closed book, difficult to read.
He sighed again and disapparated after Luna