Pure fluff. Of an adorable couple that I adore. REvIEW

Luna sat under a tree, reading the magazine her father printed in peace. She was usually left alone, which was fine with her. She had more time for catching troublesome little higgledy-puffs.

"Hello, Luna." Still, it was nice to have friends.

Neville sat down next to her, using his book bag as a pillow against the bark of the tree.

"Hello, Neville. How has your day been?" She set down her magazine and smiled in her dreamy way at him. He couldn't help but to smile back. She was too much to deny for him.

"Well, it's going better." His cheeks went pink and Luna giggled, slipping her hand into his.

"How is sixth year so far?" A wind rustled the leaves and made all the branches creak. The breeze brought along a sun kissed warmth that tickled their skin and warmed their bones. Sunlight seeped through the cracks, adding to the already dream-y looking scene.

"It's a lot calmer than I thought it would be." Luna nodded in agreement and rested her head against the tree. Neville did the same, never letting his eyes leave her face.

"Neville?" Luna turned her head to look at him. He sat in silence expectantly, nothing but patience and care. She smiled, a true, sweet smile. "I love you." Neville smiled the same sweet smile, only brighter.

"I love you, too." Luna smiled and turned her head back to look ahead of her, watching all the students running around in front of her. Neville lingered awhile, but quickly followed suit.

Neville's thumb started to draw darling little circles on her palm, something that made her feel happy and warm inside.

"Hey, Luna."

"Hm?"

"Let's never leave Hogwarts." And the idea sounded so perfect, so correct, so right, so impossible not to do, that Luna could do nothing but agree.

Voldemort was out there, wishing to destroy all of them, their lives, and everything that made them happy. There was a teacher who assigned an extra five inches to an essay due tomorrow simply because he had a bad day. The house elves wouldn't be making creamed corn that night.

But that was ok.

Because right now, his hand was in hers, the sun was shining, and the moment was good.

"Let's get married."

"Okay, Luna."

A soft chuckle, a light breeze, a little giggle, and the rustling leaves.