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Chapter Four

The next day Luna showed up to the greenhouse, waiting for Neville like she did everyday. She was a little early, so disregarded his lack of appearance for the time being. Since she knew she was going to have to wait awhile, she brought herself to the window that she was so interested in the previous day.

When she walked over to it, she put her hand up to the window and watched as the branches formed the shape of her hand. She knew what an honor it was to have that particular plant perform the acts that Luna had gotten it to do. It was a rare thing indeed. It was a plant that wasn't introduced to anything below seventh year, and as the rumors went, Neville was the only other person at the school with the same abilities. That's exactly what she planned on showing him when he came.

Another hour passed, but still there was no sign of him. "Something must be keeping him back at the castle." Luna sighed, hoping that she hadn't scared him off.

"I guess it's my turn to talk to you plants, since Neville's not here." She gave the plants a weak smile, imagining that they smiled back and asked her to continue.

"You see plants, I'm not exactly the most normal kid up at the school. No offence or anything, but not many people would spend their afternoon's talking to you. I actually probably wouldn't be doing it, if it hadn't been for Neville." She smiled remembering the first time that she met Neville, knowing that it would be rude to keep such thoughts from her listening companions.

After spending a bit of time explaining how she met Neville, she decided to go into more stories involving Neville, such as the rest of the activities that took place during her fourth year, including fighting The Dark Lord. She could have sworn she saw a few plants shudder at the mention of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and yet it didn't faze her. She had no doubt in her mind that he had not just tortured humans, both magical and non-magical, but plants and animals as well. All feared him alike.

She also told the plants a story that she had kept to herself for over a year, the day she realized that she had fallen for Neville Longbottom. She had formed an interest of him back in fourth year, but it suddenly became much stronger after the summer holidays of fifth year. Seeing him caused the butterflies in her stomach to perform the whole circus, even the motorcycle in a ball act, which was probably what made her so queasy thinking about him in her classrooms. Not the type of queasy one gets, like wanting to throw up, but the type one gets when they know a secret and want to tell the world, but are forced to keep it inside.

Another hour passed and Neville didn't show up. Luna felt a little worried about it, starting to loose her cool. Normally she would shrug something like that off, but normally it wouldn't involve Neville Longbottom. Her secret crush, the boy she was head over heels in love with. What was she going to do with herself? The only thing she could do, wait.

She sat in that greenhouse way past curfew, knowing that he wasn't going to show up. But still, she waited for him. "I guess I shouldn't have told him that I loved him." She weakly smiled at herself; "It's not like he took it seriously anyway." She sighed in an un-Luna-like way, her desperation obvious to the plants around her.

Luna watched the stars above her forming into the night sky, wishing on each one that appeared that Neville was not afraid of her the way the other students were. No, afraid isn't the right word. The other students just didn't understand her, and she always believed that Neville would be the one that did.

Before long, she had fallen asleep. Dreams of Neville swimming in her head, all pointing out that fact that she loved him but he didn't return her affections. Even her head didn't believe that she deserved him. All the odds were against her forming a relationship with him. The most interesting boy in school, to Luna, was just too good for her. And she knew this, but still her heart just didn't understand what she was trying to tell it.

She may be the oddest person at school, possibly in existence, but she still had feelings. And being a sixteen-year-old girl who had never once felt love before, she was completely confused. Usually she was able to understand everything around her, explaining in her head using the habits of the rare animals of the wild. But love, was there a way to explain it? And unrequited love, was there a greater heartbreak?

Luna awoke the next morning, realizing that she has fallen asleep in the greenhouse. The previous night's events play out before her, and she suddenly felt like throwing up on the greenhouse floor. That was until she noticed something that wasn't there the night before. She was wrapped up in a blanket, and she could have sworn that she had nothing more than her school robes to cover herself up with during the night. When she stood up to examine the blanket she noticed that it had a picture of a lion on the front of it, a Gryffindor blanket. Picking up the blanket to fold it, a note fell out from under it. She dropped the cover and reached down to pick it up.

It was short, but brought back hope for Luna.

Luna,

I'm sorry I couldn't be there with you yesterday. Please forgive me.

Neville

I've already written chapter five...but I'm spoiled and refuse to update it until I get at least three reviews for this chapter. You can tell me what you expect from upcomming chapters (not including the next one...because I am NOT rewritting it...unless a better idea comes up. Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW!