A/N : Hi! Right now I am in a "happy ever after" mood. This is where the story idea came from. the title is from Plaine White T's "1234"

My version of what happened to Neville and Luna after the last scene with them.

Hogwarts bumbled with comotion like bees looking for something to sting. Everyone was restless and anxious. Of course they were; Voldemort was dead. And I had killed him. That was sort of hard to process. I, an akward plant geek whom nobody hung out with, had killed the most powerful wizard of all time.

I looked over my shoulder to see a pair of heliotrope colored pants moving towards me. Luna sat down slowly, smiled at me, and started fitzing around with her hands. The image of perfection. I loved her so much, how could I not? Her adorable smile, her amazing quirkyness, the way she walked; proud like nobody could tell her who she was or wasn't, her whispy voice, and her way of understanding everything. She was my world, but she didn't know that. And she probably didn't feel the same way.

Only one way to find out.

"Hi Luna". I forced out. Now was the time to tell her.

"Hello Neville. Quite a war wasn't it?" She said staring up at nothing.

"Yes. I'm just glad it's all over." C'mon Neville! You can do it. "Hey Luna? I have s-something to t-tell you..."

"Mmm?" She turned to face me, resting her soft, baby blue eyes upon mine. Now. I have to do it now, it shouldn't be that hard! I killed a bloodthirsty snake, and fought a bloodthirsty man, and I am still afraid to tell a girl how I really feel about her.

"I love you."

Next thing I knew I was on my feet and running to an empty classroom. My feet brought me to the herbology classroom, one of my favorite places to hide out. I collapsed to the ground, the air mixed with the sweet smell of plants and the salty tang of my tears. A million thoughts were running through my head, none of them positive.

She will never love me, it was a mistake telling her, I should have never even became friends with her, she - soft footsteps came within my hearing range.

"Neville?" Luna's sweet voice filled the classroom, causing me to cry harder and squeeze my eyes shut. She is probably here to tell me she doesn't feel the same way.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of soft lips on mine. I gasped, shocked beyond belief. She pulled away, and looked up at my head, and said "You look as though some Blibbering Humdingers have cought your attention." I just grinned; comments like these made me love her even more. I pulled her back in for another kiss, this time we both melted into the kiss, fitting our bodies together as though we were one. We are one. We were always meant to be.

"She had straggly, waist-length, dirty blonde hair, very pale eyebrows, and protuberant eyes that gave her a permanently surprised look. Harry knew at once why Neville had chosen to pass this compartment by. The girl gave off an aura of distinct dottiness. Perhaps it was the fact that she had stuck her wand behind her left ear for safekeeping, or that she had chosen to wear a necklace of Butterbeer caps, or that she was reading a magazine upside down."

Yaaay! The end! Okay, I know that Luna get's married to someone else, but in my mind...she doesnt. To bad people who only go by what the book says! I mean come on! They were freakin made for eachother! Teehee...plusIv'... Shhhh! No telly ;)