I've always wondered what love feels like. I love my Dad, and that feels like I'm smiling with my whole body, but that's not what I mean. Romantic love has always been odd to me, I don't know why. Anyway I want to know what it's like. I'll ask Ginny. She's loved Harry for years. She must know.

'Ginny, what does love feel like?'

She looks puzzled. 'What do you mean?'

'When you love someone, what does it feel like?'

'Where is this coming from Luna? This is very... out of the blue.'

She still looks hesitant, so I elaborate further. 'Everyone always says that love is a great feeling, that it's perfect. But what is that feeling? I'd like to know.'

'Well, I guess it's kind of... warm? It's like a warmth, seeping out from your chest and making you feel really calm and happy. That's how I feel when I look at Harry, anyway.'

'So... it's like Neville then?'

'What are you talking about?'

'When I look at Neville, I feel like you just said. So love feels like Neville?'

'I think so? If that's how it is for you.'

'Thanks Ginny. You were really helpful.'

'No problem?'

I head back to the common room. I go to my room, and find another pair of socks are gone. It's no problem. They're probably just out the window again. That happens lots, I don't know how. I settle down to do my Charms homework. I can find my socks later.

Two hours later...

I'm sitting in the grounds, in a secluded area. Ginny, Neville and I sit here lots. It's good for having fun, and for help writing the advice column in the Quibbler. We write under the name 'Little Witch.' It's lots of fun, helping people.

I hear footsteps approaching. I look up to see Neville, walking quickly towards me.

'Were you talking to Ginny earlier? She said to ask you what you said.' He looks very out of breath. I think he ran here.

'I asked what love was like, and she described it.'

'Is that it? Why would Ginny say that was so important?'

'Well, when she described love, I said that it sounds like you.'

'What are you- You love me?'

'I don't know. Love feels like you. That's all I know.' He seems very flustered. I hope he's ok. I don't see why he's being so panicked. I'm just telling him about my feelings. It's nothing important.

'Luna, I think that if you associate the feeling of love with looking at me, you might love me.'

'Oh. Okay then. What does this mean?'

'Does... does it mean I can kiss you?'

'I don't know if it means that, but you are welcome to try.'

And then he's sitting next to me, and his lips are on mine, and that warm feeling is there again. And for the moment, I feel almost perfect.