A/N: All written for "The Too Many Cooks Challenge"- a back and forth collaboration with Muggle Jane.
Neville looked down at his porridge. His hand unconsciously stroked his cheek, where Luna had kissed him. He gulped. This was a new development. Neville had assumed that it would take months, if not years of bashful back and forth before either would admit what they felt.
But right here, over a bowl of now tepid porridge, Luna had pecked him on the cheek. He wrinkled his broken nose. Pecked him. Pecking was something Gran would do. Maybe it was like that, then. Maybe she did not feel like that at all and maybe she was just being nice and-
"Neville, are you alright?" Ginny asked, lifting a suspicious eyebrow.
Neville shook the miserable thoughts from his head. He looked up at the redhead.
"I'm sorry, what?" he sputtered.
"You've been stirring that porridge and gazing off to Merlin knows where for the last few minutes. Did Draco bean you that badly during the-"
"He did not bean me. Okay? He- he-"
Ginny sat down opposite the round-faced boy and crossed her leather-strapped arms.
"Right. Just as I suppose you did not just get a kiss from Luna," Ginny replied, smiling and biting her lip, "You two are sweet, you know that? Almost lost the little I ate for breakfast watching you two."
Neville flamed a brilliant red. The Great Hall was viciously unprivate like that. It did not help that Ginny was also famously frank.
"You nervous for the game, then?" Neville asked, swallowing a spoonful of the cold porridge.
Ginny rubbed her arms and looked around, "Just don't tell anyone else, but yeah."
"But you're brilliant!" Neville said, "And you've been playing for years now."
Ginny sighed and stood up, "Well we're playing Slytherin today. That's always enough to get things all knotted up in all the wrong places. But there is something particularly manky about today. It's about someone who's going to be there."
Neville furrowed his brow, "Who is it?"
"There you are!" Harry shouted, already in full uniform, he came up to Ginny and patted her on the shoulder, "team's warming up. Better get going."
"I'll be seeing you," Ginny said as Harry led her away.
Neville looked down at his porridge. Sitting in the middle was Trevor. It was only slightly comforting to find the toad who he had regarded as completely lost. But did it have to sit in his breakfast?
"Now where did you come from?"