A/N: Hi guys! After much nagging by different reviewers (you know who you
are!) I've decided to write a squeal to "Him." Please read and review. Tell
me what you think.
Disclaimer: I own nothing...NOTHING YOU HEAR?!
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Her.
She was the last person in the world he would have thought to approach him. In fact, he never thought anyone would approach him. Ever.
No one had ever before talked to him willingly. He was told by many students -- mostly Slytherins -- that they wouldn't talk to him if they were being paid to.
But she was different.
She was the first girl to be friendly with him. Friendly when she didn't have to be, friendly without taking pity on him.
And then it happened. He was sitting in the Library minding his own business, staying out of the way, pretending, as he always did, not to be alive, and she - she had come up to him and.... asked him out.
Oh Lord.
After she walked away he tried pinching himself. He was quite sure he was asleep. He must have fallen asleep while studying. Yes, yes that had to be it. Why in the world would Luna Lovegood like him?
It had to be a mistake.
Yet it wasn't. It wasn't. He kept repeating those words to himself. She really did ask him to the ball, he really was awake, this all really was real.
Suddenly Neville Longbottom felt like hollering loudly to the world at large. Luna was cute. He liked her very much. The last time he'd liked a girl this much it had been Hermione Granger and she had turned his invitation to go to the Yule Ball down. He wasn't about to do that again.
But she had done it first.
Her.
Her with her long blonde hair, her odd sense of humor, her light blue eyes. It was too much.
Neville gave a half grin and stood from the cluttered Library table. He knocked a heavy book onto the floor. It made a loud noise and Madam Pince glared at him. He only grinned. He still had one class to go to that day-- double Potions.
Neville sighed happily. Nothing could upset him right now, not even Snape. Collecting his things, Neville left the library with a skip. The dungeons were dark and glum and Neville laughed at it all.
Right now, who the hell cared? Once in the Potions room Neville sat down by himself, pulled out his books, and began to doodle on paper.
Snape entered and began sneering and jeering at everyone. Neville ignored him and continued to draw a little heart.
Snape passed and snatched the paper from him. He sneered and made sarcastic comments. Neville wasn't even listening. His eyes were locked straight ahead on the image of Luna Lovegood which wasn't really there.
Smile still in place two hours later, Neville left the classroom having lost Gryffindor 150 points. He didn't care. He floated down the halls. It was like magic. Real magic. He could feel his heart race, his face hot, and all-- all because of her.
The Great Hall was crowded and Neville bumped into many people while looking over at the Ravenclaw table.
Luna was sitting at the very end of the table. At least five seats divided her from the rest of the Ravenclaw house table. She was busy shooting peas into the middle of the floor.
He smiled.
Her.
Again.
Neville picked up his tray and filled it with food. He walked with it across the room. He knew many eyes were on him. Draco Malfoy shot out a mean comment in which Neville ignored.
It was moments later that he had dropped his tray with a thud on the Ravenclaw table directly across from Luna Lovegood.
People were staring, people were glaring. He still didn't care.
All he was looking at right now was Luna; her smiling face, her pleased expression.
Her.
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A/N: Should I wrote more? I need at least 5 reviews before I continue.
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Her.
She was the last person in the world he would have thought to approach him. In fact, he never thought anyone would approach him. Ever.
No one had ever before talked to him willingly. He was told by many students -- mostly Slytherins -- that they wouldn't talk to him if they were being paid to.
But she was different.
She was the first girl to be friendly with him. Friendly when she didn't have to be, friendly without taking pity on him.
And then it happened. He was sitting in the Library minding his own business, staying out of the way, pretending, as he always did, not to be alive, and she - she had come up to him and.... asked him out.
Oh Lord.
After she walked away he tried pinching himself. He was quite sure he was asleep. He must have fallen asleep while studying. Yes, yes that had to be it. Why in the world would Luna Lovegood like him?
It had to be a mistake.
Yet it wasn't. It wasn't. He kept repeating those words to himself. She really did ask him to the ball, he really was awake, this all really was real.
Suddenly Neville Longbottom felt like hollering loudly to the world at large. Luna was cute. He liked her very much. The last time he'd liked a girl this much it had been Hermione Granger and she had turned his invitation to go to the Yule Ball down. He wasn't about to do that again.
But she had done it first.
Her.
Her with her long blonde hair, her odd sense of humor, her light blue eyes. It was too much.
Neville gave a half grin and stood from the cluttered Library table. He knocked a heavy book onto the floor. It made a loud noise and Madam Pince glared at him. He only grinned. He still had one class to go to that day-- double Potions.
Neville sighed happily. Nothing could upset him right now, not even Snape. Collecting his things, Neville left the library with a skip. The dungeons were dark and glum and Neville laughed at it all.
Right now, who the hell cared? Once in the Potions room Neville sat down by himself, pulled out his books, and began to doodle on paper.
Snape entered and began sneering and jeering at everyone. Neville ignored him and continued to draw a little heart.
Snape passed and snatched the paper from him. He sneered and made sarcastic comments. Neville wasn't even listening. His eyes were locked straight ahead on the image of Luna Lovegood which wasn't really there.
Smile still in place two hours later, Neville left the classroom having lost Gryffindor 150 points. He didn't care. He floated down the halls. It was like magic. Real magic. He could feel his heart race, his face hot, and all-- all because of her.
The Great Hall was crowded and Neville bumped into many people while looking over at the Ravenclaw table.
Luna was sitting at the very end of the table. At least five seats divided her from the rest of the Ravenclaw house table. She was busy shooting peas into the middle of the floor.
He smiled.
Her.
Again.
Neville picked up his tray and filled it with food. He walked with it across the room. He knew many eyes were on him. Draco Malfoy shot out a mean comment in which Neville ignored.
It was moments later that he had dropped his tray with a thud on the Ravenclaw table directly across from Luna Lovegood.
People were staring, people were glaring. He still didn't care.
All he was looking at right now was Luna; her smiling face, her pleased expression.
Her.
~~
A/N: Should I wrote more? I need at least 5 reviews before I continue.