Neville ran a nervous hand through his hair, ruining the careful job Ron had just finished. "Watch it. I just finished it, Neville. Bloody hell." Ron exclaimed. "Sorry Ron, I'm just a tad nervous." Neville replied .

"Don't worry mate, it will be here quicker that you think. Then you're gonna wish it was over." Ron remarked. "Ronald what a horrible thing to say." Hermione turned to stare at her husband with thinly veiled annoyance. "Honestly." she muttered.

Ginny, Harry and Neville all shared a small smile at Ron's expense. "Don't worry, Nev. You look absolutely handsome." Ginny reassured him, adjusting his tie and smoothing out his dress robes. "Jeez, Ginny, your husband's right there." Ron shouted scandalized. " At least wait till the poor bloke leaves the room, no offense mate." Ron said to the clueless Harry.

"Ginny are you leaving me for Neville again." Harry asked Ginny straight faced. "Of course, I am. Why do you ask?" she replied . Neville looked back and forth and the newly married couple and sincerely hoped they were just having a go at him.

"Ginny, I love you like a sister plus I wouldn't fancy being on the wrong side of Harry's wand." Neville said nervously eyeing Harry's barely concealed wand. Ginny on her tippy toes whispered in Neville's ear, "I wouldn't dream of coming between you and Luna." she said.

Neville turned a becoming shade of red, though it immediately drained considerably at Harry's raised eyebrow. "Come on, you're frightening poor Neville." Ginny said kissing Harry lightly, leading the goofy grinning man away.

Several hours later, members started arriving. Neville spotted Luna, he made a quick movement to greet her, when he saw Rolf standing behind her. 'Too much too hope, she'd leave him behind.' Neville thought bitterly.

"Luna, Rolf. Glad to see you've made it." Neville greeted them with genuine enthusiasm, mostly geared toward Luna. "I would not miss this, especially with all the Wolgrins hibernating at this time of year." she responded.

Neville nodded in understanding, having no idea what Luna was taking about. Neville showed them to their table and Rolf was instantly surrounded by eager fans of his adventures. "Should we leave him." Neville asked. "Oh, of course, he deals with packs all the time. He's quite accustomed to it." she said airily.

Without further hesitation, Neville took her on a tour of the facilities. They had bought a small inn and had restored it between Dean, Harry and Ron. They left the hubbub of the party and headed down a secluded hallway lined with pictures.

The portraits were of all the Order of the Phoenix Members - Past and present. "This is lovely, Neville." Luna admired the comfortable surroundings, she turned to a hushed environment. Neville was standing in the middle of the corridor, contemplating her.

"Neville?" Luna moved towards him, the warm candlelight illuminating his face. "I have something for you, I just…" he motioned for her to turn around. Luna obediently turned her back to Neville.

She could feel his light breath brush her nape. His fingers carefully lifted her hair, Luna felt something warm and heavy against her chest. She looked down and fingered one of the original Galleons of the D.A.

"I found it in the room of requirement after you were taken." he answered her silent query, "I kept it along with mine, I would have given it to you sooner but the chance never came." he finished softly.

Luna said nothing, instead flung her arms around Neville, burying her face in his collar. He smelled of earth and herbs. An intoxicating aroma that had plagued her for years and yet had been unable to place.

"Luna, we should probably head back…" his concern was smothered by a pair of soft lips. Lips that oddly enough tasted of licorice wands. A door opened and the sound of the party returned to the embraced pair, "Neville, um…you're needed." Harry said in an embarrassed whisper, terribly sorry he had spoiled what must have been a lovely moment.

"Thanks." Neville kissed the tip of her nose and offering her his arm, gallantly led her back to the ballroom. Once the party had ended , Neville and Ginny contemplated whether to clean up or wait 'til tomorrow.

"Ginny, do you know what my favorite candy is?" Neville asked suddenly. Ginny stopped waving her wand and turned in curiosity to her best friend. "Licorice Wands, isn't it?" she asked clearly puzzled.

"Yeah, Licorice Wands." he said waving his wand humming a dreamy waltz. Ginny shrugged her shoulders at a questioning Harry. He smiled and together continued their cleanup. In another part of the world, Luna sat in front of her fireplace, her hand caressing the gold galleon hanging on its leather chain.

The next day, she was humming softly as she watered and tended her herb garden. Her fingers gently molding the dark earth that so resembled her chain and the man that had given it to her.

Ok…so not yet done…3 more members to go…