AN: Just a short and sweet oneshot. Dared by a friend, nurtured by J.K. Rowling. Don't ask me who Harry's crush is, I won't tell you. It's whoever you want it to be. Enjoy. Review if you feel like it, but I'm not begging. However, do tell me of any misspellings/grammatical errors, please.
I did not specify the year on purpose.
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Bubbering Humdigger
"Hey! Neville! Have you heard about the latest Snapdragon sighting?"
A small, noncommittal grunt was the reply. Luna continued on, bouncing with excitement while Neville watch with a slightly vacant expression.
Harry watched this with amusement, reminded forcefully of his own behavior. He was much too busy staring at his sweetheart to listen. He idly wondered how his year had matched the younger Ravenclaws in breaks.
Harry thought for a moment.
Maybe Luna was simply skipping to spend time with Neville. Harry brushed it off and turned to his own romantic interest, a dim, but happy look upon his face.
'She's very pretty,' decided Neville. He watched her round eyes, sparkling with life, her pale face framed by dirty blond hair, and her bottlecap necklace, giving her an oddly completely look.
Neville couldn't help but agree with himself. He gulped, sweating collecting in the palms of his hands.
"Hey, Luna?"
Luna froze, she had been in the middle of demonstrating the mating dance of the Snapdragon, she arms held at ridiculous angles above her head. Her head slowly tilted to the side in her unasked question, giving her the odd look of a broken marionette.
He couldn't hold back, he plucked up all the courage he had and asked,
"Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me?"