Disclaimer: Yo no poseer Harry Potter.

I'm now attempting at doing a fanfic with Luna and Neville. They are both my favorite characters in the books, but I was too afraid to do a story with them until this morning.

ENJOY! Magistir dixit!

"Today is just another day spent in the greenhouse, alone." Neville smiled to himself, enjoying his quiet time to himself.

He would come here every night, until curfew would force him to go back to the castle to sleep. He didn't mind the idea of sleeping in one of the greenhouses, but obviously the teachers did. The last thing he needed was to have Snape catch him out past curfew in his sanctuary. His punishment would probably be a life-long ban from them, outside of class. Neville shuddered at the idea of never being able to return to his sacred spot, that would really drive him up the wall. His visits to the greenhouses were the only thing keeping him sane.

He let out a loud moan at this last though, he didn't like thinking about his parents in his refuge. "If I'm not weird enough by myself, give me parents who are suffering from the side effects of an Imperious Curse."

He sighed and laid down between two fairly large plants keeping him from view of anyone who would happen to stumble into this particular greenhouse. It was his favorite one, the only one where he could swear that the plants were actually listening to him.

"It's not that I don't love my parents, I truly do! But it's hard having parents who don't know who I am."

Yes, he is talking to the plants! To him, they are his best friends, and he spends quite a bit of time everyday telling them about his thoughts, dreams, and everything else that comes to mind.

"I remember when I was little I used to imagine my parents were with me all the time. Not how they are now, but like the stories I heard about them. I would actually have conversations with them. My Gran was worried because she thought I was just talking to a group of chairs."

After he finished his last statement, he heard a dreamy laugh from somewhere nearby.

"Who's there?" He called out, jumping out from behind his hiding place. 'Great, now everyone is going to know I talk to plants!' He thought to himself, already dreading tomorrow morning.

"I won't tell anyone, just so you know." He recognized that voice. It was the one person at Hogwarts labeled odder than himself.

"Luna?" He called out, still looking for the hidden girl.

"Yes?" She sighed dreamily and rolled out from under a large group of hanging plants.

"How much did you hear?" He asked her.

"Oh, tons! It's really amazing, your life I mean." She looked up at him, still spread out on the floor wildly.

"What? My life?" Neville looked at her, a confused look on his face.

She nodded and closed her eyes. "Sometimes I wish I was live your life. It's really amazing."

Neville raised his eyebrow; one could hardly call his life 'amazing'. "How long have you been here?"

Luna looked up at the hanging plants and thought for a second before responding with, "Oh, possibly two years."

"No," Neville cried in exasperation, "I mean how long have you been listening to me?"

"As do I." She replied, unaffected by his change in mood.

"Wait a minute!" Neville's face lit up as he just realized something. "You mean to tell me you've been coming in here everyday since fifth year?"

Luna looked at him and let out a bubbly laugh, "Well of course, don't you?"

"Well, yes." He quickly replied, "But not to snoop on someone else, I come here to be alone."

"Okay," She looked at him with obvious concern, "But don't you find it odd that you come out here to talk to plants?"

"What?" Neville tried hard to suppress the laugh forming inside of him, "This coming from Loony Lovegood, the queen of all things odd!"

"I'm just saying," She looked away from him and sighed dramatically, "If I'm out here with you, you can pretend you're talking to me."

"I can't do that!" He yelled at her, a little louder than he had intended.

"Why not?" She looked back over to him, "I already know enough about you. What more could you possibly hiding in your head?"

Neville put his hands in his robe pockets and looked to the ground. "I dunno, what all do you know?"

Patting the ground next to her she called him over to her, "Here, come sit by me and talk."

Neville moved towards her and did what she asked him to do. They sat in silence for a while, until Neville spoke once more. "So, you heard everything, eh?"

"Yes," She nodded, "Everything from your parents down to your favorite pair of socks."

He laughed at her. That was the last thing he was expecting her to remember. But then, when it came to Luna, when did you do anything that was suspected?

"I have an idea," Neville laid down next to Luna, propped his head on his hand and looked at her, "Since you know practically everything about me, why don't you tell me about yourself?"

So, what did you think? Should I continue this, or just leave it as a one-shot? If I get enough responses I will continue it. Anyway, thank you for reading it and PLEASE review!