A.N. Man, did I say two or three months before I edited? Maybe three weeks, four maximum. If anybody, ANY PERSON IN ALL THE NEVLUNA FANFICTION IN THE WORLD, would like to PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE CONTRIBUTE IDEAS TO THIS STORY, but it's not like I'M BEGGING YOU.
Luna stretched as she awoke. She didn't really want to admit it, but last night may have been the best night of sleep she'd had in a long time. Having someone next to her, knowing he'd be there in the morning, well, it reminded her of how she and her mother would assure each other that they'd be there in the morning, that no Furry Cuckoo Birds would take them away in the night. Luna looked down at Neville, and smiled gently. She wondered if he always looked so peaceful, so angelic as he slept. She cocked her head and marveled at how he made her feel, like she mattered so much. Maybe even a little princess-y. Preferably the former, for real princesses have to fill out nastily long paperwork and such, which Luna really did not prefer. She picked a few burnt wood chips from his hair before she decided to wake him up.
"Neville? Wake up." Luna touched his face gently, finding that she had to restrain herself from saying 'dear'. Neville shot up, mumbling something under his breath. He stared, and blinked a few times.
"Good morning Luna." Neville's voice was professional, and only a little genuine. Luna was a little startled.
"Good morning to you too." Neville's face split into a smile, and instantly Luna felt better. The awkward atmosphere instantly set in again. Neville was in Luna's too-small bed. Just a little too close for comfort. He reacted first, getting out of bed and stretching as Luna watched his back muscles broaden from the tension, even through the old shirt. She coughed to herself and got out of bed.
"Well, what do you want for breakfast?"
"Hm, I don't know." Neville tapped his chin thoughtfully.
"Well, I'll make French toast. And maybe some eggs." Luna was halfway to the door when Neville remembered something very important.
"Wait, don't you have to go to work?" Luna froze for a single moment, then shrieked and ran back to the collection of drawers on the floor. She started pawing through them as she frantically said, "Oh, Neville! What time is it? I'm going to be late, we have a big meeting today, and if I don't make it there-Neville, don't just stand there, tell me what time it is-it's already 8:15? I'm definitely going to be late…" She talked on and on, and Neville was at a loss of what to do. He stood dumbly in the middle of the room as Luna dug through drawers and closets, and occasionally jumped over chairs or the odd hat box. When she had a few things in hand, she rushed past him, ran into the bathroom and shut the door, and came out dressed in under a minute. She was putting her hair up in a bun as she put on her shoes and stumbled into the kitchen.
Neville, still in the middle of the room, was about to follow after her when he saw something shine on her bedside table. As if beckoned by the mysterious shimmer, he put it in his pocket and walked out of the room.
Luna was just gathering up her wand and heading to the door when Neville called out and stopped her.
"Luna, wait, take this!" She rushed over to him and took what was in his hand without looking at it.
"I'm going to be gone four hours, so entertain yourself without breaking anything, and I'll be back as soon as possible, I'll try to take some vacation time off to spend time with you," she babbled. As quick as lightening, she kissed him on the cheek, as a wife would do before her husband left for work, and then vanished out the door. Neville fell into a chair. He was already shocked at seeing Luna this way, rushed and very un-serene, so that kiss was the surprise icing on top of his confusion-cake. He ran his fingers over the burning spot on his cheek, and smiled.
As Luna ran to her designated Apparition point, she looked at what Neville gave her. It was a silver charm on a chain, the necklace she wore every day. She gripped it and smiled to herself, wondering how he knew to give it to her.