This is the product of a boring first week of summer vacation. I never got the chance to post it since then, but now that there's three days left until Deathly Hallows comes out, I've decided to start a countdown. This fic is the first, and I wrote two others that I'll post after that, and then on Friday (if fanfiction isn't as slow as it was the day part one came out) I'll post the last one.
About the story... this takes place sometime in Deathly Hallows, and it's about (in my opinion) the cutest non-canon pairing ever. So hope you enjoy and please REVIEW!


Neville never really took the time to look at Luna before. Maybe it was just because he had so many other things going on, but when he actually took a good long look at the younger Ravenclaw he regretted not doing so before.

She was lounging sideways on a hammock near his own, wand behind her ear, reading the Quibbler the way Hermione would read Hogwarts, a History (and the rest of their textbooks). Her dirty blonde hair fell in her face occasionally, and she would blow it out of the way absentmindedly. Her tongue poked out between her lips a little, and her wide blue eyes scanned every page of her magazine with interest.

Neville had no idea what he was doing until he found himself next to her, saying, "Crumple-Horned Snorkacks, huh? Sounds interesting."

While he was mentally kicking himself for saying such a stupid thing, Luna turned her -beautiful- blue eyes on him and said excitedly, "Oh, yes. A few Muggle hikers in the Himalayas claimed to have seen a whole colony of them while they were on the slopes of Mount Everest- Daddy once said that if we got enough money, he'd take me there and we could look for them, too. I wonder how he's doing. He hasn't written to me since I arrived. Why's your face so red, Neville?"

Neville, who was indeed blushing furiously, turned an even deeper shade of red at her innocent question. "I-I-I…"

"I suppose the Rojanders are behind it. They like making people blush, and it's very entertaining to them when someone gets embarrassed."

The Rojanders must be laughing their invisible arses off, Neville thought.

"Which leads me to the question, why are you so embarrassed? Was it something I said?"

"Oh, no!" Neville said hastily. "Not at all. I just… uhh..."

"Oh nevermind," Luna said with a small laugh that reminded Neville of wind chimes. "The Blibbering Humdingers are at work again."

Neville didn't even try to ask what on Earth a Blibbering Humdinger was, but instead walked away, wondering why he found Luna's innocence so attractive and thinking…

She's just a little crazy… and I really wouldn't mind being just a little crazy with her.


...I only JUST realized how cheesy the ending was... if you agree, or even if you don't, review!

P.S. The Rojanders are my creation. The best part about Luna is that you can make up anything you want for her to believe, and no one'll question it.