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Author's Note: I realize that I've shown Ginny more that Neville, so I'm going to try to make the next few chapters focus more on him. As always, reviews are appreciated, let me know what works and what doesn't.

Author's Note: Yeah, I know I have a lot of these on this chapter. I guess I just have a lot to say. Anyway, I think you deserve to know that I'm not very happy with Ron and Harry right now, which is why they're shown in a negative light. That might change, but I doubt it. So I'm trying to keep them out of the story as much as possible. Just so you know, that is completely and totally intentional.

Author's Note: Last one, I promise. I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who's read this. There's a lot of excellent fanfics out, and I'm glad to know that at least some people think that mine is worth reading. FYI, this is my first attempt at a real fanfic.

Ch. 7

Neville still couldn't figure out what made him say that. But he knew it was true. He hadn't seen Luna since his admission, and he was starting to think that she was purposely avoiding him. He found himself constantly looking across the Great Hall at mealtimes, hoping to see her looking back. But she never was. He hadn't smiled since before he told her. He had more trouble in his lessons than usual; he just couldn't concentrate on anything. Professor Sprout, the Herbology teacher, noticed a definite change in his attitude. On Monday, he cut the branch of the Tremoring Tulip he was working on too short, and green pus squirted out the injury. Herbology was his best subject.

After being yelled at by Professor McGonagall during Transfiguration on Wednesday for accidentally vanishing the rabbit he was supposed to be turning into a hamster, he decided he needed help.

Neville decided to skip dinner. He hadn't been hungry lately. And he knew that he would need a lot of time alone for what he was about to do. He knew it would be more private if he went to his dormitory, but he went to the library, instead, because it made him think of Luna.

Fred ~

He began to write what had to be the hardest letter he ever had to write

I have a problem. He didn't even know why he was writing to Fred. You know Luna Lovegood? He never even really talked to Fred while he was at Hogwarts. That weird blonde Ravenclaw girl? He doubted Fred even remembered who Neville was. I – well, I like her. It was better to just say it straight out. And, she said that she likes me, too. The hard part was, in his mind, over. But I think she's avoiding me. No, the hardest part was yet to come. And I need to talk to her. His hand was shaking. She's not in my year, so I don't have any classes with her. And DA meetings have been postponed, because of the Quidditch season. The hard part was really over this time. He was writing steadily.

But I need to see her. I can't think of any way to find her, but I need to. Will you help me?

~ Neville

When he had finished the letter, he put it in an envelope, wrote the address of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes in Diagon Alley and went up to the Owlery. He called down one of the few school owls that weren't out hunting, attached the letter to its leg, and walked back to his dormitory, where he lay awake for hours, feeling very much relieved.