I do not own Harry Potter, sadly. If I did their would be some serious changes to some of the couples. lol

Not Alone On Christmas

The snow trickled down onto the window of Neville Longbottom's bedroom. He sat against his bed frame, reading a book he had checked out of the library on Herbology. He was twenty years old and it was Christmas Eve night.

His grandmother had died the year before, leaving him to inherit her home, along with his parents' medical bills from St. Mungo's. He was going to begin his apprenticeship with Madam Sprout that next year, once he'd turn twenty-one.

He closed his book after a moment and glanced up at his window. He stared blankly at the snow for a moment before placing his book on his nightstand and checking the time. Eight thirty five PM, his clock read. He was considering calling it an early night before he heard a tapping coming from his window. He quickly stood up and walked towards the window, opening it to reveal a gray owl.

"Who would let you out in this weather?" He mumbled to himself, talking the letter out of the owl's mouth before it quickly disappeared back out into the storm.

He closed his window as he looked at his named scrawled across the envelope in long and curvy letters. He moved back to his large bed and opened the letter. A picture fell to his lap as he pulled the piece of parchment out. He picked up the picture with his free hand and noticed it was a picture of his old Hogwarts friend, Luna Lovegood. She was standing by a mantel with Ginny Weasley, who was holding up her left hand to show a diamond engagement ring.

He knew the key element of the picture was Ginny and her ring, but his eyes stayed glued to Luna. Her hair had grown longer over the years he hadn't seen her, and he noticed she still didn't wear makeup, letting her natural beauty shine. Her frame was small and thin, but he could detect the curves of her hips and formation of her breasts around the white lacy shirt she was wearing.

He quickly placed the picture aside, hoping it would help him keep his mind off of his friend's bosoms. He turned his attention to the letter and read.

Dear Neville,

I am sorry I haven't written you in the past weeks, I have been increasingly busy with the Quibbler recently and have yet to find time to write. I am well, and have been spending the Holiday with the Weasley family, Mrs. Weasley inviting me herself. It was all very calm and good here, until Harry's proposal last week. Since then the whole house is aflutter with wedding details, much to Ron's dismay. It seems as though Hermione has been displeased with Ron since Harry had proposed to Ginny. She probably hopes for marriage as well, but I suspect Ron is yet to be ready for that.

I am quite worried myself, though. I have yet to hear from my father. It has been almost three years since he became missing, and it appears even Harry is giving up hope he will be found. But I am sure he will be found soon. He is probably off, discovering a new creature of some sort. I can only imagine what the creature could be like. Perhaps it is a large creature, so large it is taking father almost three years to dissect it's every inch to understand it.

Enough about all of this. How are you, Neville? I hope you are well. Will this Christmas be lonely for you? Hopefully I can find a way to visit you, so you won't be alone. I hate to imagine you all by yourself.

I will have to cut this letter short for now. Ginny seems to need help with something. I hope to hear from you soon. I shall hopefully see you at Christmas. Until then,

Yours Truly,

Luna

Neville stared at the last few lines. She wanted to see him on Christmas? He had forgotten he never shared with his friends that his parents weren't actually dead, like everyone assumed since he had always lived with his grandmother, but they were actually insane and living in a ward at St. Mungo's, and that he normally visited them on Christmas day. He couldn't have Luna be here since he was going to be at St. Mungo's the whole day tomorrow.

He quickly placed the letter on his nightstand, making a mental note to place it in his box of letters from her later on. As for the picture, he studied it for a moment before folding back the half with Ginny, so all that was in his view was Luna. He smiled to himself and placed the picture down on his bed before he quickly got up to go downstairs. He made his way to the kitchen, still decorated like an elderly woman would have it. Out of every room in his home, he had yet to change the kitchen. The walls still had light pink tiling and white drapery along the windows, with small flowers painted into the cabinets. He couldn't seem to find a way to change it really. Besides the pictures, the kitchen was the last real thing he had left to remind him of his grandmother.

He put on the kettle and took out the milk, hot chocolate mix and marshmallows. He leaned against the counter and listened to the clock tick away as he waited for the water to boil. His mind drifted as he glanced around his home. He could clearly see the den from the kitchen and looked at the small tree he had picked for the Holiday. It was just about three foot, with tinsel and a small star on top. He hadn't found it in him to go all out for the Holiday, seeing as it appeared he had no one to celebrate with.

His mind started to think about if Luna was here like she had hoped, spending Christmas with him. In all honesty, he was glad Luna hadn't shown to celebrate with him. He remembered the day of the Battle of Hogwarts. How he wanted to admit his feelings for her so badly, how scared he was he'd never see her beautiful dreamy eyes again, but he had. He sat there after the battle, wondering what would happen next and there she appeared. Sitting right next to him. She gave him a bashful smile and he blushed. There she was, alive and well it appeared. He could tell her there and he was, until three girls came up to him to congratulate him and his moment was gone. Three girls he'd never met before were fawning over him and Luna sat awkwardly next to them. Neville decided it best to wait a while to tell her. His plan had backfired, however, when Luna left just days later in search of her father. He insisted he go with her but she denied. She said she needed to do it alone, and that Neville needed to stay with his grandmother.

He waited for weeks before receiving a letter from her, letting him know she was in France. Weeks after that she was in Italy, then Greece and Germany. She was apparently going to her father's favorite hunting grounds for magical creatures, but she had no evidence her father had been there. Neville never had the heart to tell her he believed as well her Father had died.

She had been gone for a year but he hadn't be able to see her once she returned, for she had to get back to the Quibbler and start publishing new issues. She was the breadwinner of her home now, and she needed to keep the Quibbler alive to keep her family home. Thankfully, she kept up with her letters with him. They wrote each other every other week and made sure to keep in touch over the years. Yes, Neville was still good friends with Seamus and Dean, as well as Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny but he just felt a natural closeness to Luna over the last few years. He had a feeling it was because his love for her had grown stronger and he wanted to make their friendship as strong as it could be, but having her here at Christmas, he didn't think he could handle it.

And like clock world, just as the kettle started to boil a loud knock was heard at his door. He quickly ran to it, not bothering to peek out the peephole, and opened the door. A large wind of cold air and snow blew in, along with a hooded figure much shorter then Neville. He closed and locked the door behind him, his eyes never leaving the figure of the small girl as she unbuttoned her hood and hung it on the coat rack.

Luna pushed her long hair back and sent Neville a warm smile, "Hello Neville." she managed over the loud whistle of the kennel. Neville quickly made his way back to the kitchen and turned the stove off while he moved the kettle to another burner. "S-Sorry." Neville mumbled to Luna, who followed him into the kitchen.

"It's quite alright. I hope I'm not disturbing you. It is rather late." Luna said in her normal dreamy, far away voice. Neville shook his head. "No, of course not, I'm just surprised you came here on Christmas Eve."

Luna nodded, "The Weasley house has become noticeably full over the last few days and I explained to Mrs. Weasley that I'd like to visit a friend tonight, since they'd be alone tonight without me. She offered to have them stay there but I insisted I come here instead, their house really couldn't fit another being." she explained.

Neville nodded, understandingly. He could only imagine how crowded it was there. Every room must have been stuffed to its brim either with people or luggage. He glanced down at his package of hot chocolate then turned to Luna, "Would you like some?" He asked. She nodded, a small smile on her lips, "Yes please."

Neville quickly made his way to the cabinet and pulled out two coffee cups, along with another package of hot chocolate mix.

He quickly prepared them, while Luna walked around the kitchen and into the den, finally stopping at Neville's small Christmas tree. He brought the cups into the den and watched as Luna's thin fingers brushed the tree and star on top.

"Luna?" He questioned. She turned to him and happily accepted her cup of hot chocolate, taking a seat on a dark brown sofa. Neville sat beside her and watched as she blew and slipped on her drink. "It's very good." She told him. Neville smiled at the compliment and took a sip himself. "Gram use to make it like this. Although I'm sure mine doesn't really compare to hers."

Luna shook his head, "I think yours is rather wonderful."

Neville found himself blush and he quickly turned away to face the Christmas tree so Luna wouldn't see. "Are only here for a visit?" He asked quickly.

He heard Luna gulp down a large chug of the hot chocolate and then turned back to her to see her shake her head. "I assume you received my letter. I'm here to spend Christmas with you."

Neville bit his lip, "I am flattered Luna, but you see I just received your letter not even a half hour ago by owl."

"I knew I should have used a different owl. I should have known he'd get lost along the way." Luna said in a disappointed tone. Neville shook his head, "I don't want you to leave though. Perhaps you can stay, and I can just go to my…" he paused, "Appointment tomorrow, and then return to celebrate the rest of Christmas with you." He explained.

Luna smiled, "That sound perfect, Neville. Might I ask what appointment you have?"

Neville looked away, "It's, uh, Private Luna. I'm sorry."

She shook her head understandingly, "It's quite alright, I understand Neville."

He nodded, "How about I show you to the guest room so you can get situated and ready for bed, seeing as it's getting late." He offered. Luna agreed and handed Neville her now empty coffee cup. He stared at it in awe for a moment, before quickly bringing it into the kitchen and placing it into the sink.

Luna followed him up the stairs and down the hall. He pointed to his bedroom door, "This is my room. If you need anything I'll be in here." he explained. Luna nodded and they continued down the hall to the guest bedroom. As he opened the door he switched on the light and revealed a rather dull room. The walls were painted a gray color, with a large queen bed against the wall with an old wooden wardrobe against the adjacent wall. "I hope you find it comfortable." Neville said as Luna walked into the room. She nodded, "Thank you Neville. Everything is perfect." She said, turning around and giving him a warm smile.

He felt his stomach turn empty and he glanced down at his feet, "I'm normally up at around seven. I'll make breakfast for the two of us before I leave if you'd like."

Luna nodded, "That sounds wonderful. Are you going to bed now?" She asked.

Neville nodded, "I'm pretty tired." He lied.

Luna nodded, "Well, alright. Goodnight Neville." She told him, walking up to him to hug him goodnight. He hugged her back, taking in her scent and the feeling of her body pressed against him. His mind started spinning at the thought of his body hugged together so tightly with that of Luna Lovegood's body. He could feel her breasts pressed against his chest and he desperately didn't want to let go but knew he had to, before a strong pulsing began in his trousers.

He pulled back from her and gave her his most forced smile, "Goodnight Luna. Sleep well." He said before turning and moving as quickly as he could down to his room.

Neville lay down on his bed that night, staring up at his ceiling. His right hand was neatly placed behind his head and his left lying lazily on his stomach. He couldn't get it out of his head that the woman he was in love with was sleeping just down the hall.

He closed his eyes and thought back to their hug; how he could feel her whole body in those brief seconds and how he couldn't stop thinking about it. He pictured their hug again, only this time he pictured himself not leaving like he did. He pictured himself taking hold of her chin and leaning down to kiss her like he'd always dreamed of. He pictured leading her to the bed in the guest room and falling down on top of her; of his hands moving under her stripped sweater and cupping her breast. He wished he knew how to describe them. He could only assume they were soft and smooth, and maybe even as small as her small frame, but when he hugged her he could tell they were much larger.

As his thoughts progressed he could feel the erection in his pajama bottoms growing and he kept his eyes closed while he moved his left hand down under the covers and into his boxers. He gripped himself quickly and started moving his hand up and down slowly as his thoughts for Luna grew rapidly. He pictured her naked body laying down under him as he road above her, listening to her moan and call out his name, in the most extremely pleasurable way he could imagine a girl to go through.

His grip became tighter and he clenched his teeth, letting out low moans in the back of his throat. "Mm, Luna," He moaned out. He could feel a strong tingly sensation move from all around his body and into the tip of his erection and he knew it would be over soon. Just before he could finish he heard a knock at his door and a familiar voice call his name, "Are you alright Neville?"

He quickly snapped out of his fantasy and pulled his hand out of his pants, quickly positioning himself so Luna wouldn't be able to see the lump in his sheets.

"Q-Quite alright, Luna!" He called nervously.

He saw his door open and close and Luna stood across the room. "No need to stop because of me, Neville." she said calmly.

Neville blushed madly. Had he been caught? "S-Stop?" He questioned.

He saw the outline of her figure walk towards the bed and she sat down at the foot of it, "Well, I heard moaning down the hall and then I heard my name. Stop me if I am wrong, but were you pleasuring yourself to the thought of me Neville?" She questioned curiously.

He blushed wildly and even though he knew she couldn't see his face, he quickly stared down at his lap, "T-That's highly personal, Luna."

"But if you were thinking of me while you touched yourself, don't you think I deserve to know if you really were touching yourself?" She asked. Neville bit his lip and remained quiet.

Luna chuckled, "It's quite alright. You don't need to tell me after all if you are uncomfortable doing so."

He sighed happily, "Thank you Luna."

He watched her figure for a few moments, wondering what was to happen next. Was he supposed to ask her to leave now or was he just going to wait until she left herself?

"Uhm, Luna…" Neville started.

"May I stay in here tonight?" she asked suddenly. Neville gave her a confused look and quickly switched on the light on his bedside table. "W-Why?" He stuttered. "My room is awfully drafty and the shadows from the windows remind me of a creature my father would warn me about as a child. I would feel much safer in here with you for the night if that would be alright."

Neville looked at the free half of his large bed, and figured it wouldn't be so bad if Luna stayed on her side. He nodded his head and Luna quickly made her way to the other side of the bed. He quickly studied Luna's large nightshirt and saw it only reached to just below her buttocks.

He quickly turned the light back off before he could study more of her closely, which would most likely cause his erection to return.

He turned away from Luna onto his side, tucking his arms under his pillow and grunting out a goodnight to Luna.

As he slowly started to drift off to sleep he felt something soft brush against his feet and he was startled awake. He turned his head slightly and noticed Luna had moved extremely close to him under the covers, so close he could probably feel her breath on his back if he wasn't wearing a nightshirt.

"Uh…Luna?" he whispered. She looked up at him, wide awake, "Yes?"

"W-Why are you so close?" Neville asked nervously. She gave him a confused look, "When I'd share a bed with Ginny or my parents, I'd always sleep close to them. They never seemed to mind before. I thought it would be fine with you. Was I wrong?" She asked.

Neville wanted to scream out no. He wanted to say it was perfectly fine. In fact, he wanted to turn to face her and wrap both his arms around her small frame and pull her closer to him.

Sadly, Neville couldn't summon the courage to tell her no and mumbled, "If you could move away a little it would be fine."

Luna nodded, "Alright. Sorry." She said sweetly as she moved a few inches away from him.

'Fuck! Damn it all to hell! Why did I say that?' Neville thought madly as he turned back to his position.

He closed his eyes and tried to forget about his horrible mistake. Hopefully sleep would come soon and he'd be taken into his dream world, where he didn't say no and he actually told her how he felt, took charge of what he did and didn't do, including making a sexual advance on the girl he so desperately loved.

As he continued to think of this, he curiously thought why he was so able to take charge of this in a dream world, but not in the real world with the girl he loved lying not even a few inches away from him.

He had no idea if her reasoning for asking to sleep in here were true, or if it was just her making a move but he knew he had to now. He felt like he'd never get another chance and feared if he waited any longer he'd loose Luna for good, something he couldn't bare to even wonder.

He slowly turned his body around so he was lying on his left side. He could tell Luna was lying on her back and she was awake, as he could see her eyelashes flutter back and forth as she blinked. "Luna," he mumbled to her. He saw her turn her head to look at him, "Yes Neville?"

"I-" he paused, "I was thinking of you before. When I was moaning. I was doing what you thought I was." he explained bashfully.

There was a long pause and he saw Luna turn her head so she was looking back at the ceiling. "That's so flattering." she finally said to him. He was confused. He was half expecting her to be disgusted, and to think of him as some type of pervert. "How so?" he asked.

"Well if you can reach sexual satisfaction just by thinking of me, then I should be flattered, and I am. I am very honored you think of me when you masturbate, Neville." She explained happily.

Neville propped himself up, leaning his upper body weight on his left elbow. He scooted closer to Luna's frame and looked down on her. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness and he could make out Luna's big eyes smiling up at him, her pink lips curved upwards at him and her white blonde hair framing her face and around the pillows. He loved looking at her and he loved being so close to her like this.

Before he could say anything, he decided on playing on urge. He needed to take this chance now, and if she didn't want this, she was free to leave or tell him to stop. He slowly leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.

They were soft and when he pulled away and licked his lips, he could taste her. Her lips still tasted like hot chocolate. As if instantly, He moved back towards her and kissed her again, moving his right hand onto the side of Luna's face. She had no objections and pleasantly kissed him back.

A sweet sensation ran through Neville's body and he stroked Luna's cheek with his thumb and slowly inched his body even closer to her. Luna moved her left arm behind Neville's head and pulled him in closer while her right hand moved under his arm and onto his back. Neville's head was pulsing back and forth from right to wrong. He couldn't stop thinking about how he shouldn't try to move any farther then a passionate snog, but his argument was how he had thought about this moment for years, how almost every night he pictured making passionate love to her and giving her his entire being and Luna giving hers to him. He had gone over the positives and negatives of it all and knew he was completely ready for this moment, but at the same time feared of his performance. Would he be able to completely satisfy Luna's wants and needs? Would her reactions be the same as his fantasies or would she be disappointed in it all?

He felt something soft and wet brush against his lips and realized it was Luna's tongue, run against his lips, seeing if she would be able to deepen their kiss. He slowly opened his mouth and allowed her inside. She tasted sweet and he couldn't seem to have enough of her. He buried his tongue deeper and deeper into Luna's mouth and found his adrenaline pulsing as he heard a moan escape Luna's lips.

He was so focused on the kiss that he hadn't noticed his throbbing erection brushing up against Luna's leg.

"Luna," He breathed out between kisses, "I have to stop." He mumbled, trying to find the strength to pull away. Luna shook her head, pulling him back down to her and moving her body up and closer to his, rubbing up against his erection.

He let out a moan and closed his eyes tightly at the feeling. "I-I have to. I'm sorry." he whispered to her.

Luna shook her head once more, looking at him with her bright eyes, "We don't have to."

He shook his head, "I don't want to rush into anything."

"I've wanted this to happen for years, Neville. Please, if we don't keep going now I don't think I could stand it." She said, her voice giving Neville the chills and making him want to continue so much more.

"You have?" He questioned, blushing. Luna nodded. "You've always fascinated me, Neville. I always wanted a reason to come speak with you, but every chance I had gotten you were taken away by a friend or teacher. Then at the beginning of my forth year we shared a carriage with Harry, Ron and Hermione but you seemed startled by me."

Neville felt a wave a guilt wash over him. He remembered that night. He had clung to his plant like some type of shield from Luna's said "weirdness" he'd heard so much about, and the shocked stare he gave Hermione when she mistakenly called Luna "Looney" when she introduced her.

"I'm very grateful for Dumbledore's Army; otherwise I probably would have never become your friend, or anyone of their friends. Of course, I have lost contact with almost all of them except Harry and Ginny," She paused. "And you."

Neville half smiled, "I'm very happy we stayed in touch." He said to her, gently caressing her cheek. Luna placed her hand over his and closed her eyes, "Of course, you must wish for something more, am I right?" she asked.

He tried to look away, but all that was in his view was Luna. And if he looked down he'd be looking straight at Luna's breasts, which he believed would be entirely inappropriate, so he kept his view on her face. He bit his lip and slowly moved his hand from her cheek to her hair, tangled his fingers in it. "I-I think about you almost every night."

"In the way you did tonight?" Luna asked curiously. Neville shook his head, "No, I-I try not to make a habit out of that. Mostly I think of how you're doing, who you're with, what you're thinking about at the moment. Sometimes I even think of us." he said the last line dreamingly, his eyes glazing over and he stared blankly into her hair.

Luna placed her hand on his cheek, snapping him out of his trance, "Us?" She questioned. He nodded, "Sometimes I imagine us being more then just mates. I think of us as," He gulped, "A couple. The two of us going out together, living together,"

"Having sex with each other?" Luna asked, her hand slowing moving down to the side of Neville's neck and resting on his collarbone. Neville's heart rate sped up to near out of the world levels, and he slowly nodded his head yes. Luna began to play with the first button of his nightshirt, "What's stopping us?" she asked him curiously.

Neville pulled his hand out of her hair and went back to caressing her cheek. He had no answer. His head was now completely fogged over with all the what if's he had been thinking moments before. All he could comprehend was the woman he was so madly in love with was lying right under him, asking why they weren't doing the one thing he'd fantasized about for years. He took in a breath and slowly moved down to kiss her.

Luna kissed back, moving her hands down to the edge of his nightshirt. She began tugging it up above his head and he quickly pulled it off himself. The kiss deepened, and Neville felt a surge of electricity run through him as Luna's hands ran up and down his chest, feeling her soft hands slowly graze across his nipples. He didn't expect a small touch like that would have such an effect on him, but he couldn't contain the moan in the back of his throat. He felt Luna's lip stretch into a smile and she continued to play with him.

His hand slowly made their way down the side of her face and quickly reached for her shirt and pulled it up over her head. He threw the shirt off the side of the bed and glanced down at her body. Her skin glowed in the darkness and Neville appeared to be star struck at the sight of her breasts. Luna noticed his bashful stare and took his hand in hers and placed it on top of her left breast.

Neville's excitement surged and felt his stomach flip at the contact. His face felt hot and his nervousness grew. Luna giggled and leaned up somewhat to whisper in his ear. "Like this, Neville."

She slowly guided his hand around her breast, rubbing her and cupping her. Luna removed her hand to let him continue on his own and he slowly got the hang of it. He moved back down and kissed her once again as he began rubbing her faster. Luna arched her back upward, pushing herself into Neville, letting a moan escape her. Neville began to kiss her jaw line and down her neck until his lips reached the softness of her chest. He kissed all around her breast before moving his tongue over her nipple. Luna let out a moan and ran a hand threw his hair. He smiled, knowing he was the cause of the beautiful sounds coming from her.

He lifted his head and moved his hands down to her hips, gripping the small white lace of her panties and pulling them down to her knees. Luna quickly assisted him and kicked them off completely. She cupped his face before he could do anymore and pulled him back up to her face and kissed him. "No more foreplay," She whispered into his mouth between kisses. Neville chuckled, "Demanding?" He whispered to her. Luna shook her head, "Not at all." She whispered, trying her best to pull down his trousers. Neville quickly began to remove them himself, pulling down his boxers along with them.

He positioned himself above her and used his left hand to keep his body f rom crushing hers and his other hand rubbing Luna's breasts as found his way inside of her. He kept his pace slow, grunting as he took in the new and absolutely amazing feeling he was experiencing. Luna gripped his shoulders and squeezed as tightly as she could, letting out a loud moan, her face scrunched in pain.

Neville leaned down to her, "Am I hurting you? Should I stop?" He asked her concerned. Luna quickly shook her head, "No, no. It is a good pain. Please, go on." She urged him, biting her lip. Neville nodded and continued on his slow pace, trying his best to make this moment last as long as he possibly could. Luna's face changed from pain to pure pleasure and she let out small squeaks and moans at every thrust.

Luna wrapped her legs around Neville's and began moving her hips up and down with Neville's rhythm of thrusting. He moved his hand from her breasts and placed it on her hip, giving in to the amazing feeling and using her hip to gain leverage and thrust harder and faster into Luna.

"Ohh, Ohh Neville!" Luna practically screamed, tipping her head back into the pillow and tightening her grip on his back, digging in her fingers. He began kissing her neck and continued on as she wrapped her arms around his back and pulling him down on top of her. He pushed the worry of crushing her behind him and laid down on top of her, now using both his hands to push on her hips. Luna kept her arms around Neville, placing her hands in Neville's hair and holding it tight.

Neville continued to kiss Luna's neck, leaving small bite marks from her jaw line to her collarbone. He looked back up at Luna, and moved back to kiss her. It was rough and passionate and it was almost like their moans were in harmony with his thrusting. He could feel his whole body begin to tense up and his throbbing became excessive. He moved his arms under his pillows and gripped the edge of his bed, and began thrusting faster and harder than before.

Luna tightened her grip on Neville's hair and had to pull away from their kiss as her breath began to hitch and become more rapid. Neville felt the strong tingly feeling run through his body and stopping at the tip of his penis and he released himself into her. He let out a moan and he dropped his head on Luna's shoulder.

He could feel Luna's rapid heartbeat and Luna could feel his. After a few moments Neville regained his composer and found the strength to lift himself up off of Luna before she was definitely crushed; but she pulled him back down slightly and kissed his forehead, something Neville wish he'd protested seeing as he knew he was sweating like no other.

He slowly moved off of her and lay down next to her small form. Luna rolled onto her side as well and they both stared at each other smiling, their legs tangled with one another. Luna took hold of Neville's right hand and held it tight in hers close to her chest.

Neville stared at her for a few minutes, watching her as she watched him and whispered ever so quietly, "I love you, Luna Lovegood."

She smiled at him and leaned up onto her elbows, "I love you too, Neville Longbottom." Luna glanced up at Neville's clock and smiled. She leaned down and rested her forehead against his, "Happy Christmas." She whispered.

He gently held the back of her head and pulled her down for their lips to meet, "Happy Christmas Luna."

A/N

yay my first ever Oneshot on this shight. it's also my first M rated story that isnt bloody and gory, its sexual. Sorry if it's kind of bad.

And sorry for the crappy title. I could think of this whole story, just not a title.

I also don't know if I should continue this. It was suppose to be a oneshot but right around the end i had an idea for another chapter, but I'm not sure yet. tell me what you think!:D and happy early thanksgiving!