Author's Note/Disclaimer: Oops, didn't put one of these before. This isn't mine of course. It all belongs to JK Rowling, obviously. I just have an imagination that won't be quiet sometimes.
I opened my eyes to see that I was lying on a bed surrounded by ripped red and gold hangings. The other beds in the room were empty. I looked beside me and my confusion went away. Neville was still slumbering, so I shifted slightly to get a better look at him without waking him. Honestly, he looked a mess, all dirty and bruised and cut up, but I knew I looked just as bad. And under the dirt and injuries, he was quite handsome. I watched him sleep for a few minutes until he woke up. He looked rather groggy but smiled at me.
"Hey. Um, good morning, I guess. I mean, of course, that just doesn't seem…adequate." He rolled over on his back and looked at the ceiling. "It's over."
"Yes. It's lovely. And you were quite brave, you know." I said, as I wriggled closer to him.
Neville turned his head to look at me nervously. "Do you still feel the same way?"
I knew immediately what he was talking about. Last night during the battle he'd come to find me, pushing past people and dodging spells the whole way. He stopped in front of me and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for this," he'd said, right before he kissed me. I smiled at the memory. "Well, yes. Why ever would you think I wouldn't? Have Wrackspurts gotten you? I quite fancy you, Neville." I laid my head on his chest and looked up at him.
He leaned up, bringing me with him, so we could lean against the head board. "I dunno how I deserve someone as beautiful and special as you Luna, but I'm glad. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I just want you to know that."
"That's quite a sweet thing for you to say." I told him. Neville always had been very nice. He never looked at me like others did, like I had three heads or green skin. He just accepted me. Thinking of this, I smiled then kissed him. He'd initiated our first kiss, last night. Now it was my turn to return the favor.