Harry and Co. Belong to J.K. Rowling.
She'll marry Rolf (strickly cause I tend to respect canon) but she'll end up with Neville
So there (sticks out tongue)
Reviews welcome, even flames.
"Don't marry him." he shouted. His hands gripped her arms, crushing the gauzy material of her dress. He forced himself not to shake her into seeing reason. "I know that…" she began, "Let me finish." he interrupted.
Neville heaved a heavy breath, launching into the speech he had prepared all morning.
"I know this is horrible timing. I know that I'm utter rubbish for telling you today." he paused. "I don't care if you never talk to me or even if you laugh in my face, but at least I told you."
She didn't know what to say. It was true that she had known. Neville had never been able to keep things from her. Perhaps it was because he was an outsider like her.
She admired him for telling her. "Neville, you and I are friends. I would never laugh at you." she remarked with brutal honesty. Neville cringed, "You know the moment I fought with you at the ministry, I knew I would always love you." he said out loud more to himself than her.
"Whenever you looked at me, I felt I could be more than this bumbling person everybody else saw." he forced himself to finish, displaying his feelings for her with raw sincerity. "It was your spirit that pushed me on. When you disappeared during the holidays, I knew Dumbledore's Army had to continue no matter what the sacrifice."
"Neville, you were Dumbledore's Army." she said placing a gentle hand on his face.
"Please…" he begged. She remained still waiting for him to finish. "I know you will marry him. He is like you and he'll no doubt make you happy." he stopped gathering what was left of his dignity.
She stepped forward, ready to envelope him in a much needed hug. He restrained her, his grip on her arms tightening painfully. She stared at him in amazement, 'Where was the shy composed Neville she knew.'
Drowning in those mesmerizing orbs, she stared at him unflinching. Almost as if she was reading his feelings. "Harry, told me to kill the snake before he slipped away to the woods. I did it but not for him. I did it for you. I knew that even if I died you would at least have a chance." he finished.
His speech done, he seem to wilt before her. "It was a great risk, you took." she replied. "You'll do anything, for the one you love." She was surprised by his sudden kiss.
He let go of her suddenly, her world spinning crazily before her. Without a word, he turned and with a resounding crack, disapparated. She stood on the lonely little hilltop, the crooked house behind her.
She wrapped her arms around her, flinching she felt the bruises his hands had left.
Her wedding veil billowing behind her, she pushed her hair away from her face. Her blue eyes searching fruitlessly for the dark haired boy.
"Luna?" Ginny called, "Your guests are waiting. You remember you're getting married today right." Luna turned to face her, her large blue eyes luminous with tears. "Of course, who would forget something like that." she replied distantly.
Ginny shook her head, 'She's one of a kind, I wonder if I'll ever understand her.' They picked up their long skirts, and headed back to the wedding party.
"Neville was here. He told me he loved me, then disapparated." Luna told Ginny conversationally. Ginny tugged Luna's arm forcing her to stop, "He did what?" she squawked. "He disapparated. Which I thought was kind of rude. He could have at least waited for my response." Luna stated calmly.
"Luna, what would you have said." Ginny prompted. "I love you too." a dreamy smile on her pale face. Ginny was taken aback, unsure of what to say. "Why are you marrying Rolf?" she asked.
Luna appeared to give this question serious thought, " Neville left without me, what else should I do?" she replied arranging her skirt. Ginny exasperated by her calm demeanor, finally snapped at her. "You can't marry Rolf if you love someone else."
"That would be silly, I'm marrying Rolf because I love him but I also love Neville," Ginny gaped at her. "I do think I love Neville more." she said with great clarity.
"Then marry Neville, not Rolf." Ginny sighed, her head was beginning to ache. She knew being Luna's maid of honor would be challenging but this was ridiculous. "Neville never asked, Ginny but Rolf did." Luna responded reasonably.
"We have a wedding to finish." with that last statement, Luna walked back to her waiting groom with Ginny in her wake.
Several hours later, she repeated her vows, "Do you, Luna Lovegood take Rolf Scamander to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the minister intoned. "I do." she had recited in a breathy voice.
Ginny sat beside Hermione at the reception. Ginny had confided to Hermione, what had happened several hours before. The seat next to Harry was empty, Neville had not shown up. "Why would she still marry him?" Ginny asked Hermione for the second time that night.
"I don't know. I don't think I could marry someone other than Ron." she replied looking at the radiant bride. Ginny frowned, Luna looked more distracted than usual, her gaze would wander over to the empty chair, looking at it quizzically.
Luna smiled at her husband, she glanced at the vacant chair and pictured Neville sitting there. Her favorite shy smile gracing his boyish face. To anybody in attendance, they would have seen a bride in love.
Luna was in love. Though not with the man dancing with her but with the man her mind placed in the empty chair. She smiled once more at it, their timing wasn't right but one day it would be.