Author's Note-Short, crappy chapter, I know! Sorry, but I felt the need to update. I changed things around so the "feelings" between Neville and Luna didn't develop so fast. Thanks for the help Rel Luna!


After tossing and turning all night, Neville reluctantly gave up the fight to fall asleep and got out of bed at around three in the morning. He couldn't sleep, Luna was on his mind. He thought about everything they had talked about that day. He remembered how he stared at her in Herbology, and the incident in the potions closet, where he had almost tried to kiss her, and shuddered.

"Why did I do that?" he thought angrily. Luckily, Luna hadn't seemed to notice. The problem was, Neville seemed to like every girl that didn't think he was a looser (which were few and far between). He had liked Hermione and Ginny, secretly of course, until he got more and more used to them as just friends. Now, he was comfortable with them, and would make a sick face if anyone every mentioned them being "together".

Neville knew he had just gotten caught up in the moment, and he didn't like Luna "like that". He thought that they could be good friends, though. She was nice, and smart, and liked Herbology, too. Although, she was kind of weird, well make that really weird… But who was he to call her weird, anyway? Hadn't he always been the odd one out, an outcast as well, even with friends like Harry? He hoped he could get to know Luna better, maybe he might even introduce her to Hermione and Ginny, but not to Harry and Ron. Not yet…

He looked out the window, it was a beautiful, crisp, September night. Neville saw the full moon and the twinkling stars, shining bright in the black velvet sky. He thought about Luna, her eyes reminded him of two, big, gleaming moons.

But as the morning passed, Neville began to sort out his thoughts. Just as the round, orange sun was rising over the hills, he came to the conclusion that he did not think of Luna in that way, and she was merely someone he'd like to get to know, and become friends with.
Finally, feeling relieved that he'd figured things out, Neville headed back to bed, only to be awoken by his alarm a few hours later. He reluctantly got of bed, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. All this thinking had deprived him of a decent night's rest. He dressed in his uniform, proudly straightened his Gryffindor tie, and headed down to the Great Hall to eat breakfast.

As he walked in, he saw Luna, sitting on the end of the Ravenclaw table by herself, reading a magazine, upside-down? He grabbed a muffin and strolled over to her, unusually confident.

"Hey, Luna. Whatcha reading?" Neville asked, genuinely curious. He then thought that maybe she didn't want to talk, and quickly added

"Sorry to bother you."

"Hello, Neville! It's no problem, I'd love to talk. I was just reading The Quibbler before Herbology. My father's the editor," she said in her dreamy voice. "This issue's about Gernumbli Magic."

"Neat. That's like gnomes, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, it is! Most people have no idea what I'm talking about, they tend to think I'm a bit loony," she said with a smile. Neville grimaced as he thought about Ron and Harry the night before. He looked over her shoulder and began to read.

"Wow, I didn't know gnome saliva increased your creativity! It gives you the urge to sing opera and give speeches in Mermish? Pretty fascinating," he exclaimed.

"You know, Neville, you're the first person to say that," she said happily, while closing the magazine and standing up. "Ready for that Herbology quiz?"