Disclaimer: I own nothing

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

A/N: Inspired by Someday You Will Be Loved, by Death Cab For Cutie.

"You what?" she screams at him. He has just told her that, due to some matchmaking by his grandmother, he must marry a girl he hasn't seen in six years. He has no love for the girl, only love for her, the girl he must now break up with.

"It's not my fault," he replies, trying to make the situation a lot better than it is. "You know how my grandmother is – you'd have to be crazy to tell her no about anything."

"But we are crazy!" she cries. "We're hopelessly in love; can't she understand that?"

"I tried," he says, trying to calm her down. "She says you're not good enough for me. Bad enough my dad didn't listen to her; she's not letting history repeat itself."

"So she thinks that I'm too much like your mother, that if you choose me we'll end up like your parents? How could ANYONE say I'm like your mother was?" She knows all too well that she's not anything like anyone who's ever lived before. The only person she's like is her mother, may she rest in peace, who died fourteen years ago.

"You don't understand!" he screams. "You ARE like my mother, and my grandmother just can't deal with that. She doesn't want me to end up like they did, no matter how hard I try to get her to accept you."

"I just want us to do something, one last time," she says. She wants to remember him with love as well as with sadness.

"What?" he asks curiously. He doesn't care that he's engaged; he'd do anything with her if she wanted it.

"I want us to dance one last time," she replies.

"But it won't be the last time," he tells her. "We'll waltz at my wedding, I promise, and we'll just laugh when Hannah asks us what we think we're doing."

"That won't count," she says sadly. "I want one last dance as a couple. No one's here; we can hold each other close for hours and no one will ever know."

"All right," he says. And they dance, waltzing all over the meadow. He steps on her feet a lot, like he always does, and she laughs like she always does. After what feels like an hour, although time flies when dancing, they stop.

"I will always love you, Neville," she says, still clinging to him.

"As will I, Luna," he replies. They kiss one last time, ending their relationship once and for all. They will remain friends, but things will always be uneasy.