Disclaimer: I own the song "Iris" and the Harry Potter characters. I'm a chronic liar though.

And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now…

He sat at a bay window in Gryffindor Tower, watching her feed the Giant Squid. On every Saturday, just like today, he would race up to the Tower, ignoring all invitations to parties and Herbology Club meetings just to see her…watch her smile and throw bits of bread into the the lake…

These snatched moments were the highlights of his week. When he watched her, he could pretend that she was smiling at him, that he held her hand and she belonged to him.

He dreaded the day when he had to pack up his trunk and telescope and board the Hogwarts Express back to Gran. Back to the summer, and drab dreariness of hot days and no friends.

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight…

He used to check the charmed Galleon Hermione gave him every three seconds, waiting for it to burn in his pocket and announce the next time he could see her. Before D.A. meetings, he would comb his hair and straighten his hat, all in hopes of impressing her. He would always be early, hoping to spend just a few minutes alone with her…even simply being near her was like heaven.

When he was near her, he felt like he had drunk too many butterbeers. His body grew warm and his face flushed cherry red. Everything in the room blurred into a mass of black robes and multicolored hair, except for her. She stood out like an angel on Earth.

He prayed for time to stop, so he would never have to leave her. Every moment not in her presence was a moment spent longing to touch her, to kiss her, to run his fingers through her long hair…

His dreams were filled with flashes of her, smiling dreamily into the distance. He always ran towards her, always hoping to speak to the dream her, but she only ever got more distant, even as his legs burned and his parched throat cried out for water…

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am…

He had never told anyone, though he occasionally could feel Hermione gazing at him sympathetically. Nobody would understand his love for her, how he was propelled by thoughts of her, how she gave him courage and loyalty and the desire to be something good and great, a man that she'd admire…

No, nobody would understand.

And she would never know who he really was. Not the stumbling, stuttering boy on the outside, but the man who longed for her with every particle of his being, of every second of every hour.

"I just want you to know who I am." Neville whispered ever so softly, watching as a bright ray of sunlight made Luna's blonde hair a mass of shimmering gold. "I just want you to know who I am."

A/N: This is a songfic, to "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls. This is my favorite song, for many many reasons. Please review! (A thick slice of decadent, creamy chocolate cheesecake, smothered in hot fudge and mounds of whipped cream to all reviewers! I know, sounds good…) I do welcome constructive criticism. That wasn't permission for flames, though! –Merry/ShutMeintheLoonyBin

Another A/N: Oh yeah, and if you didn't get the disclaimer above and you just happen to be a Goo Goo Doll or J.K. Rowling, etc, I don't own anything. Except the plot…and the cheesecake…