Drifting through the corridors without a care in the world, disregarded by most as crazy or "loony," she surveyed the cold rocks of Hogwarts and their particular patterns and dents. As she wondered if the Nargles were any worse this time of year, she looked out one of the great windows of the school. The grass was green and swaying in the mid-day breeze. The trees swayed gently with them, leaves rustling. It was a beautiful sight, she noted. Then she skipped away, completely unaware of the person secretly watching her from behind one of the decorative suits of armor.

He meant no harm, he had nothing near malicious intent. In fact, he meant quite the opposite. He removed the small box from his pocket. It was worn from constantly being carried around, but still stunning to him. He pulled the cover off quickly, checked to make sure the contents were in order, and then walked from his hiding place to take up a position behind his…err…well, he didn't know what she was just yet. For right now, she was just Ravenclaw and nature enthusiast Luna Lovegood, and he was dork-ish Herbology expert Neville Longbottom. He had…er…liked her for seemingly for as long as he could remember. Her dirty blonde hair that flowed like a river from her head, those piercing silver eyes that seemed as though they could read your very soul, he'd fallen for her practically from the beginning. Of course, with her, there was not much competition, so he found it easy to spend time with her. The D.A was an extension of Harry Potters need for a good, efficient fighting force to take on the Death Eaters, and Neville had used that, particularly the spell training, to get closer to Luna. He wasn't being a stalker, no, he knew that for sure. He stayed within reasonable boundaries, never pushing his luck too far…until today. Two weeks ago on a bright weekend trip to Hogsmeade, Neville had purchased a fine piece of jewelry that was not very expensive, but elegant if he did say so himself. He had secretly set up the buy several weeks before that, asking the store manager (who was a friend of his parents) to make him a special necklace with the horn of a Crumple-Horned Snorkack. Of course, Neville had to show him images that he'd gotten from The Quibbler, but it paid off. On the Friday before the trip that he'd bought the necklace on, Neville received a message (via owl of course) that it was ready and waiting for his arrival.

Now he held it in a blue box, adorned with silver-colored ribbon, waiting…

Luna was alone now. She'd passed some Gryffindors who had given her strange looks as they walked by, but at that point she stared dreamily outdoors, perhaps looking for some fantastic creature from The Quibbler, which her father ran in his spare time.

"Hello Luna," he said carefully.

"Oh, hello Neville," she replied, not looking at him.

"How are you doing?" Neville held the necklace at his side now.

"Just fine," Luna said. "But there's a problem."

"Anything I can do to help?"

"No, I don't suppose so. I don't think you'd understand…" her voice faded with each word, taking on a new tone.

"Well…er…I got you…something," Neville blushed; he hadn't really planned a speech or anything like he normally did when he talked to people.

"Oh," Luna continued gazing out the window. "What is it?"

"Here," he replied simply, holding the box up now.

She looked at him at last, smiling as she reached for her gift. Their hands touched briefly when she retrieved it, and Neville blushed. For a moment, he thought as she removed the ribbon and began to open the box, it looked like she did too…

His train of thought was derailed, nuked, and exploded as Luna gave a squeal of surprise and joy.

"Oh, I love it!" she nearly yelled at him as she embraced him in a hug of thanks. He blushed intensely, reminding himself of lobsters that he'd once had with his grandmother. Then Luna did something unexpected: she pulled away from him and looked at him quizically.

"What? Do I have something in my teeth?" Neville asked.

"No," Luna said. "I was just wondering why you got me this..."

"Well, I got you that because...I bought it because...uhhh...because...," he started, but didn't finish.

Luna walked closer to him, the necklace around her neck but the clasps hanging loosely on her back. She gestured for him to come closer.

"Would you mind helping me put this on?" she asked. Hands shaking rapidly, Neville took the clasps and put them together. Luna whirled around on her heels as soon as the necklace was ready. "How do I look?"

"Very nice...," Nevilles face was red.

"Thank you, Neville. Now, you were telling me something, I believe why you bought me this...," Luna looked at him with those silver eyes, and his heart melted. He wanted to pour it out to her, but couldn't. Something was holding him back.

"I...uh...don't...know...," he muttered.

"You don't know. Why-," she suddenly cut herself off. "Um..."

Oh God, Neville thought. If she finds out...

"You..ahem...like me, don't you Neville?," she asked, blushing intensely.

Nevilles face soon followed, and he felt queasy.

"Oh, it's alright Neville!" she said happily. "Because I think...I think I might like you back..."