Space Address: 2B - Planting/Sowing

Word Count: 407

Warnings: Slight adult theme near the end.

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After the dust settled and Hogwarts was rebuilt, Kingsley Shacklebolt thought it was high time Hogwarts underwent some real reforms. Nothing like what Umbridge pulled. Instead, Hogwarts was held to the same standards as other magical schools and he appointed Hermione Granger to research other educational systems as well as Muggle Psychology and work ethics. It was then decided that there would be a school counselor and two teachers per subject; one for upper years and one for lower years.

Neville was hired to teach the first, second, and third years with Professor Sprout as his mentor and he loved it. Sure, thirteen-year-olds were some of the worst people on the planet, and he was pretty sure his office was once a broom closet, but he was damn good at his job and he got to do what he loved every single day. Not many people could say that, so he counted his blessings. One of them was Luna Lovegood.

He had confessed his feelings to her at the Battle of Hogwarts and they dated for about a year while he was Professor Sprout's teaching assistant, which was before he knew he would get hired full-time. After that, they called a break so she could travel as a naturalist, but the absence only made the heart grow fonder, and when she returned they picked up right where they left off.

Neville waited at the portkey arrival point for her and took her to lunch where they discussed their relationship.

"I'm not quite sure where I'll stay though," said Luna. "I don't think Daddy will rebuild our house, and the economy has been simply awful after the war. No one can afford to live on their own."

"Well," said Neville, tracing the rim of his teacup with his finger. "I was going to offer you a room at my place. You remember the Shrieking Shack?"

"Yes?"

"Well, after learning it wasn't really haunted, I was able to buy the property and rebuild the house," said Neville. "I like having a space outside the school to relax and unwind, you know? I have plenty of space and was considering renting out rooms anyway."

"What a splendid idea," said Luna. "How much is rent?"

"Well, I wasn't going to charge you," he said, flushing slightly and taking a sip of his tea.

"Oh, I see." She nodded. "I'll just pay you in sex, then."

Neville snorted tea up his nose.