Dislcaimer: As much as I would wish to, I don't own Harry Potter. Nor do I own any of Shakespeare's work.
A/N: Hey everyone! So these are OneShot collection drabbles of my favorite Harry Potter ships. I would've done this for Valentine's day, but I didn't think of it until afterwards. Oh well, it's fun anyway :). So, I'm pretty excited about this because, after its done, my Harry Potter, Next Generation fic, featuring Rose will be posted! Exciting huh? Well, this first one is Neville/Luna. It's kinda short, but enjoy!
"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind."
-A Midsummer's Night Dream, Act I
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Herbology Kisses
(Luna/Neville)
"Now then, you want to pluck the bulbs off as soon as possible. So do it now, before it snaps." Professor Pomona Sprout announced, ripping three bulbs off a venomous plant whose bulbs turned into vicious finger traps if not pulled off.
Neville Longbottom had read about this plant several times in one of his favorite Herbology guides. Faithfully, he snapped one off and then another. "Now then," The stout teacher continued, brushing her gloves on her robes. "Keep those bulbs, because in a moment or so, they'll bloom." She looked at her watch. "It'll be in just a few seconds. So be real quiet or they won't do it."
Just then, someone from across the room raised their hand. Professor Sprout raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips, slightly annoyed. "Yes, Miss Lovegood?"
Neville turned to see his friend Luna, looking as dreamy as ever, with her hand up in the air. Her gray eyes seemed to look straight through the teacher. "Is it true that this plant is taken from the Nargels natural habitat?"
The Professor rubbed her forehead. "Well, since no evidence has come forth as of yet about Nargels existence, I can't say."
"They exist, you know." Luna cocked her head to the side. "My daddy says-"
"Miss Lovegood, I hate to cut you short but seeing as class is almost over, I must press on."
Luna was silent for a moment, as though her mind was processing this. And then she shrugged. "Alright."
"Now that we're done discussing things, let's all quiet down and wait." The room was fairly quiet until a tinkling noise, like glass, filled the room. Everyone looked down to find that their bulbs had bloomed into beautiful blue flowers with crystal specks on their petals.
Ms. Sprout checked the clock. "Well, class is over." The students stood, the chairs making a symphony of scraping on the floor, and gathered their things. "Remember that your essay about the plant of your choice is due on Wednesday." The teacher called out.
The rest of the class filed out, leaving the teacher, Neville and Luna alone. Professor Sprout picked up her bag and smiled. "Well, see you later Neville, Luna." She gave the latter a reluctant look and left in a flourish.
"So, Neville, what do you make of all this buzz about Harry?" She smiled sweetly, as though she had just commented about the weather or her liking for Neville's sweater that day.
"You mean with You-Know-Who?" She nodded. "I guess I believe him." Neville shrugged.
"You guess?"
Neville frowned, his eyebrows pressing together. "No…I believe him." He looked up, determination in his eyes.
Luna beamed. "Good. Me too."
"So…" Neville blushed slightly, embarrassed.
"I heard you got an O on your last Herbology test. Congratulations." She looked at him with her gray eyes, though they didn't't really seem to see him.
"Thanks…" He rubbed the back of his neck. "I feel pitiful sometimes. I'm only really good with plants. And…that's really it." He shrugged.
Luna frowned, seemingly confused. "I'm sure you're good at other stuff."
"Like what?" He sighed.
"Well, you're good at the Expellirmus charm. And you're nice to people. Plus you're wonderful at Herbology." She seemed to be thoughtful. "And I always wondered if you'd be good at snogging."
Neville's eyes widened. "What?!"
Luna cocked her head to the side again. "What?"
"What did you just say?"
"Hm?"
He shook his head. "You just…Listen, Luna?"
She nodded. "Yeah?"
"Do you…kind of...?" He paused. "Never mind." He stood up and grabbed his messenger bag.
"Kind of what?" She seemed completely focused on the subject.
"Just forget I said anything." He insisted, swinging his bag over his shoulder.
"Kind of like you?"
He froze, blushing beat red. "Well…yeah."
She smiled. "I do like you Neville."
He stood there for a moment, contemplating what to do. And then, in a moment of surging confidence he turned around, closed the space between them and kissed her.
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A/N: So, did you like it? I hope so. Let me know what you think. If you've read my author notes, say "Thropp" in your review. The next one shall be Luna/Harry. See you then!