A/N: This one is also heavily based on my experience of realizing I was also asexual, the realization not the reality of it. So far, I've been single all my little life.

(As is usual) written for the Pride Month Event (Asexual).

(Word Count: 1,286)

Ship: Luna/Neville

She had refused the first few times anyone she was in a relationship had asked her when it came to being intimate. The stubborn response they received had put them off - and yet, she could do nothing but shrug. It was how Luna worked, she did not get intimate with those she loved, she merely smiled and shook her head and suggested something different if they continued to ask her.

"Lack of a sexual drive" was now how she introduced herself when the question about whether or not she enjoyed intimacy came up with the person she was on a date with. Luna liked the looks she got for it, because it was as if the person had never heard of it. Girl or boy, either was likely to try and convince her that it was certainly otherwise. There was no way someone went through life like that.

And in the past few years of her life, Luna had experimented with both once or twice. She had enjoyed it both times, boy and girl, and then had refused to do anything else with the same person.

So maybe - maybe this could be different. This was a person who had known her for a long time. They had been close friends for years, surely he would understand.

It was a beautiful dinner set up, a nice Muggle restaurant in the corner of London that she often frequented. Other friends liked it just as much, suggesting it when someone had a date they were planning on and had nowhere to go in mind.

Silverware clinked against the tables, and all around them were the muttered conversations of Muggle couples, the louder ones of the Muggle families, the silence of the Muggles who were alone. It was nice to be surrounded by people who were not wizards, who did not have magic in their lives.

And Luna could not supress her smile at the familiar face seated across from her. Neville only managed a small smile back, as he was always the one to be shy on dates.

"Well, this is quite nice." She made the comment only to break the ice.

"Yeah, yeah it is." He was urgent to get onto a topic and stick with it. "Say, do you think anyone else thought it was weird that we were going on a date?"

"If they did they certainly did not express their opinion," humming, Luna continued to play with her fork absentmindedly, "I wouldn't care if they had one."

With a shake of the head, he said, "Me neither, I just was wondering."

"That's good to know."

They had to order their food from a smiling waitress before they could continue talking. Luna was so pleased with how this was going, as she'd waited for the right time to express her feelings towards Neville for a while now. His next sentence informed her that he felt the same way.

"I can't tell you how relieved I was to hear that you wanted to actually go on a date with me," Neville was laughing: she laughed right along with him, "I've waited on this, for like, ever, now. I'm sorry I didn't know you shared the feelings, I would have pursued this sooner."

"I would have as well." She gazed at him with wide-eyes. "I have the feeling some people thought we'd end up here sooner than we did."

"Yeah?" He grinned.
"Yeah."

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"Mmm...watch the door…" Luna mumbled as she tried to kiss harder than she probably could in the standing position they were in. They managed to make it to the bed, which was good.

For a few minutes, all either of them could hear was the heavy breathing of one another as they made out with rough lips and roving hands. This was most certainly a different way to end a first date, and while Luna was being careful and trying to prevent anything from going too far, she could not help the way she clung desperately to Neville.

And for a little while, this was substantial for the both of them: making out like messy teenagers on the bed, without a thought about what may happen next. Or in the next few minutes. Or hours, or days, or months, or years.

It wasn't until Neville began to show signs of a deeper aggression - one she was familiar with when it came to dating anyone - that Luna had to stop him there. Kissing on the lips was fine. Anything past that would make her highly uncomfortable, and not only that, she didn't want to go any farther.

"Luna? Are you okay?" He sat up, still holding the back of her head. She giggled, nodding.

"You remember what I told you guys a long time ago? When I first admitted to being bisexual? I told you that I also don't feel anything...sexual. I don't have a natural sex drive, Nev. I don't want to go any farther...ever...but I know, I know that can hurt to hear," She faltered a little, worried she was losing him already.

Instead, he was looking at her with a more determined look crossing his face than ever.

"Don't worry, I won't push you any farther than where you want to go," He was gentle and soft in her ear with his whisper, "If you don't want to ever have sex with me, I completely understand."

"Thank you." She couldn't help the tears that seemed to clog her throat as she said this, it was the first time in a long while that a partner had been okay with that statement. That had been okay with who she was as a person.

Without getting rougher or more intimate, Neville lay beside her on that bed, and they fell asleep curled up together.

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Luna remembered how she had figured out she was asexual. How complicated it had seemed at first, before she realized it was actually quite simple. She simply didn't have room for intimacy.

She had always stated that she hadn't wanted kids to her father - for years, actually - without knowing as to why so much as they would take up her life entirely. When she had figured out that it was simply because she didn't have any desire to do what it took to have a kid, well, that relief had been immense.

For the first time in her history of having a relationship with anyone, she had never been so relieved as she was when she woke up in the morning to see Neville sitting at the table drinking morning tea and smiling at her. He hadn't left her like many did after they found out what she was like. No, Neville had stayed behind. Neville had even spent the night.

"Morning," he smiled at her. Luna could only smile back with the little, corner lifting smile she was known for.

"Good morning."

After setting up her own morning routine, Luna sat beside Neville at the table, still unable to hold back her smile. It was so different having someone be okay with everything she said, or did, or refused. It was beautiful.

Leaning closer to him, she nudged him, "I'm so glad you stayed...most people often leave when they find out they aren't getting a piece of me."

"I couldn't do that to you." He replied.

They both instinctively leaned in for a small kiss. It was the easiest date she had ever experienced. It was the best date she had ever experienced. Certainly, for years after, Luna would always reference that first date to her husband: who would simply laugh, smile, and tell her that it was worth it. It was all worth it.