A/N- I (unfortunately) don't own any of the HP characters. They are all the honourable JK's invention. Please R&R, as this is my very first fic.
Absorbed in the latest edition of Herbology for Dummies, Neville failed to notice anything about his surroundings. He was shook out of his daze when Luna Lovegood's breathy voice whispered warmly in his ear, "I do think Herbology is a very…masculine interest, don't you?" Neville stared blankly into her large grey eyes. As he watched Luna began to flutter her eyelashes at an alarming rate, making her eyes merge into a weird grey blur. "Um… I need to go…somewhere…and do…something," Neville managed to stutter the words out, before fleeing to the safety of the Gryffindor common room.
Harry and Ron looked up from their butter beer as Neville came stumbling into the common room.
"Are you alright Neville?" asked Harry.
"Did the Mimbulus mimbletonia pus on you again?" Ron asked worriedly.
"Well, no…um I think that Loony Lovegood was just…flirting with me."
Ron, who had just taken a huge swig of butter beer, burst into laughter, spraying a startled group of first years in the process.
"Well. There's a conversation starter," Ron said, after he had recovered. Noticing the appalled look on his face, Ron tried to console him.
"She's not that bad, Neville."
"Yeah, Neville, it could be worse. I mean it could be… Professor McGonnagal," Harry said, shooting a meaningful glance in Ron's direction.
Harry was, after all, the only one who knew about Ron and Professor McGonnagall's little 'indiscretion' after that Transfiguration lesson.
Neville shuddered. Ron, about to protest, thought better of it, and sank back into the padded couch.
"Well what am I going to do?" Neville asked desperately.
"What are you going to do about what?" Hermione said, as she dropped her books on the table and took a seat next to Harry.
"Loony's got a crush on our little Nevvy," Harry sang in an incredibly annoying singsong way.
"Harry," Hermione said disapprovingly. "That's really…nice Neville. Oh my gosh, look at the time! Harry, have you done the Potions essay yet?"
"Nah… I'll do it later… there's loads of time… don't stress Hermione."
Hermione rolled her eyes, but refrained from nagging him.
"Bye, then," she said meaningfully heaving her book bag onto her shoulder.
"Bye," Harry chorused. As soon as Hermione was out of earshot he smirked and said, "She wants me. She wants me bad." While Ron and Neville looked at him, Harry stood up and stretched. "I'm off. See you boys later." He strutted out.
"Uh yeah…I just remembered about that Transfiguration paper...thing. Bye Nev." Ron mumbled, hurrying out of the door. Neville sat there, too afraid to leave his fortress in case Luna was waiting for him. When the bell for dinner went off he knew he couldn't put it off any longer.