A/N: Here's the next chapter guys. I'm so sorry it took so long to update.
It was a combination of my being both really busy and really lazy. This is
the first sort of romantic chapter. Thank you all very much for reading,
waiting, and reviewing!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything about it; only the plot and the words.
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When Neville woke up the next morning he was lying with Luna rolled almost on top of him. He wondered in the back of his mind whether he really wanted to move or not. She was so warm. It took his fuzzy mind a moment to register the fact that his arm was slung across her.
He quickly withdrew his hand and tried not to lose his calm. The robes that he had wrapped Luna in the previous day, were now entwined around both of them.
Luna's leg was locked around his.
And looked down at himself and was shocked to see his sweater was missing. Looking over the side of the bed, he saw it lying on the floor. In a heap.
When had he taken off his sweater? He was certain he had it on when he went to sleep. How did it get off? Luna couldn't have -
He gulped. No time to panic... not over a small thing such as this...
Luna squirmed slightly and moved her leg slightly so that it was resting on top of his left leg...
Holy Lord.
Neville felt himself tense. His heart was racing, his face was hot. He was - she was - Oh Lord...
He almost bolted out of the bed when her hand strayed across his chest. Oh Lord! Why did he let himself fall asleep in the same bed with a girl? With Luna? Why?! It was wrong!
Dammit!
Neville let out several shallow breaths. He had to move. He had to move soon... very soon. He wasn't sure how he'd react if he stayed where he was any longer. If she moved her leg up any father...
He wriggled his body toward the end of the bed. Luna sighed softly. Almost to the end of the bed-
Luna's hand clutched his shirt. She opened her eyes slightly and blinked her eyes. Neville sucked in a breath of air as she lifted her head off of his shoulder.
"Morning Neville," Luna said sleepily. "Have a good night?"
Neville inched away from her. "Yes," he breathed, dragging himself backwards. "I, it was, um... it was...lovely..."
Luna bite her lip lightly. "You're a good person to sleep with." she said.
"What?" Neville said quickly, his eyes widening. "I-"
Neville landed with a crash on the floor next to the bed. Luna looked over the side of the bed and grinned at him.
Neville blinked a few times. He had backed up too much. He got up off the floor, red in the face, and brushed himself off. He heard Luna giggle softly and he smiled weakly himself. Maybe he was over reacting too much to everything-
"Did Dumbldore send us any food?" Luna finally asked.
Neville shrugged. "Might be down in the kitchen," he mumbled. "Want me to go look?"
Luna laughed. "Yes, do."
Neville nodded and went down stairs. He was nervous leaving the room - or leaving Luna in the room. He wondered distantly how long they would have to stay in the hell hole. When was Dumbldore taking them home? Why was it too risky for them to leave?
When he walked into the kitchen he saw a plate of food on the table. He sighed. He would never understand Dumbldore. He could transport them food but he couldn't transport them?
He would never understand Albus Dumbldore. Maybe that was a good thing.
The sky outside was growing dark. Neville figured it had warmed up enough for it to rain over the snow. He shivered.
Neville picked up the plate food and walked back into the main hall. In all his nervousness and mingled fear, he had forgotten how hungry he was. He hadn't eaten much at dinner the day before. Luna wasn't at dinner - she'd have been even more hungry than he.
Neville walked carefully up the stairs, ignoring the cold draft that blew over him. He wished he had his sweater on...
Neville entered the bedroom and nearly dropped the plate of food.
Luna was... she was... wearing... almost nothing...
Luna was sitting on the edge of the bed. She had torn off his robes, along with her own, and her school shirt. She was left wearing only a pale yellow sleeveless undershirt that clashed with her corn colored hair.
Neville had somehow managed to swallow the large lump that had developed in his throat.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Neville croaked in an unusually high voice.
Luna turned toward him, her face showing nothing unusual. She grimaced as she touched her back. She straitened herself out, hands on her lower back. Neville's eyes fell on her slim body and trailed up her waist and-
Neville gave himself a violent shake and ignored the pounding of his heart. It was so loud he was sure Luna could hear it all the way across the room.
He walked over to the bed and peered down at her. She gave him an innocent look.
"My back hurts like hell," she said lightly.
Neville wondered how this had anything to do with her taking almost all her clothes off. They shouldn't be in a bedroom alone, she shouldn't be wearing that, he shouldn't be looking.
So why was he looking anyway?
He was sure she wouldn't look if he were - if he had nothing on - she wouldn't - would she?
Surely not.
Neville set the plate of food down on the bed next to Luna. He starred at her for a long time before she finally spoke again.
"Rub my back." Luna said, nonplused.
Neville was frozen to the stop at which he was standing for several silent minutes before finally uttering what he was thinking aloud.
"You're joking."
Luna raised her pale eyebrows extremely high up her forehead before replying, "I assure you - I'm not."
"I-I can't do that-" Neville began to stutter over his words. "I wouldn't, I couldn't..."
"Do you want me to get better?" Luna said, tilting her head to one side. "Besides, if you hadn't rolled on top of my in the middle of the night, my back wouldn't hurt in the first place."
Neville was left standing speechless. Good thing Luna was there to help him along in such bewildering situations. She gave his sleeve a sudden and violent tug and Neville allowed himself to be pulled down onto the bed behind Luna.
Luna turned back away from him. There was silence for a moment before Luna cleared her throat loudly.
"Well?" She said, and her voice sounded slightly peeved. "Are you doing it or not?"
Neville didn't see any graceful way out of this. He gotten himself into this rut, he'd might as well dig his way back to the surface.
He carefully placed his hands on top of Luna's undershirt and rubbed lightly. Luna gave a soft squeal and a short giggle. Neville bit his lip, he knew his face was burning.
Finally her soft laugher began to distract him.
"What?" he spat out, registering in the back of his mind, the fact that his hands were shaking.
Luna gave a small sigh of content. "Oh nothing," she said dreamily. "Your hands are cold."
Neville raised an eyebrow more to his own benefit than hers. He shook his head and continued to lightly stroke her back.
No one at Hogwarts would believe this. They would laugh at him if he ever tried to tell anyone about this. Then again, he never would tell them. They wouldn't care anyway.
Neville absentmindedly began to caress with more force. Neville rubbed Luna's back for many minutes in such a manner. Luna let out the softest of moans. Neville snapped his fingers away from Luna hurriedly. He'd been too lost in thought to pay attention to what he was doing.
"S-sorry," Neville muttered, his heart pounding. "Did- did I hurt you?"
Luna's shoulders slumped slightly as she turned herself to stare strait into his reddened face. No," she whispered breathlessly. "You felt wonderful. How is it someone like you doesn't have a girlfriend?"
Neville felt his mouth fall open slightly. He took a few shallow breaths before forcing his eyes to look into Luna's.
"I-I don't know," he mummered softly. "I'm some no body."
Luna looked confused. Then she bite her lip and suddenly looked oddly shy. "I don't think so," she said almost as softly as he. "I have a feeling you're destined to do great things."
"I think you're thinking of Harry," Neville replied with a weak smile.
Luna shook her head roughly from side to side. "No," she said, covering his hand with hers. She give his palm a light squeeze. "I'm not thinking about Harry. I'm thinking about you."
Neville's weak smile slowly grew wider. He leaned in closer to Luna. "Maybe you can help me along the way."
Luna smiled brightly, licking her bottom lip. "Maybe I could."
He slowly brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it. She bite her lip again and starred at him.
Neville sighed shortly and reached around Luna. He dragged the plate of food between them and smiled, looking up into Luna's blue eyes.
"Care for something to eat Luna?"
"I'd love something. Why don't you give it to me?"
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Neville sighed as he looked out the window. The gray of the darkened day had turned to cold rain. The rain splattered down over the snow roughly as the hidden sun set over a hill.
Neville sighed again. It had been hours, yet still the days events replayed in Neville's mind. Luna, her sore back, himself, them. Everything.
He looked over at Luna. She lay back in the bed, nodding off to sleep. There was nothing for them to do but wait. Wait and worry about what the outcome of the day would be. Wait and worry what the outcome of tomorrow would be, and the next day, and all days until they were back in the safety of Hogwarts.
The rain pounded harder against the old house. Luna jerked awake and looked foggy-eyed around the room. Her gaze stopped it's wondering pace and landed on Neville's standing frame.
He turned to her and shrugged.
She rolled her eyes in exaggeration. Finally she said vaguely, as if as an after thought, "Are you hungry?"
Neville raised his eyebrows at her. He seemed to be doing that a lot, although her question had been a perfectly normal one.
"I suppose so," he replied dully. "You?"
She nodded with zeal. "I only had one sandwich today; I didn't eat dinner the other day."
Neville heaved a heavy sigh. "I'll go down and see if there's any food for us."
Luna nodded.
Neville walked to the door and gave Luna a half wave. She returned it with a smile and a nod.
Neville walked down the dusty halls to where he knew the stairs were. He trailed his hand along the railing in the dark, ignoring the loud patting of the rain.
He carefully stepped down the stairs. He wished he had a light of some sort. Three seconds after this thought occurred, Neville mentally kicked himself.
"Lumos," he said softly.
The stair's illuminated with the soft glow of his wand. He reached the bottom of the stairs' and started off in the direction of the black stoned kitchen.
A movement directly to Neville's right startled him. The light off his wand only allowed him to see a few mere feet ahead of him.
He quickly moved his wand to the right. He didn't see anything. Movement and footsteps scurried from the right to across Neville and to the left.
Then Neville caught sight of it. A man. Hiding in the shadows. The light off his wand reflected off the man's eyes.
The man took off towards the door at high speed.
Neville had no time to think. He dove with all his might at the man. The unnamed person fell to the floor and gave a frightened shriek.
Neville crawled quickly up to him to get a better look. What he saw, surprised him slightly. It wasn't a man, but a boy, close to his own age, perhapss younger even.
The boy gave another terrified shriek and leaped toward the door. Neville chased after him.
The boy ran to the door and flung it open. He ran out into the cold rain. Neville was inches behind him.
Rain soaked Neville's clothes as he chased after the boy. He ignored the freezing rain, as it devoured him and covered his body like a blanket. He could almost reach the boy's long black cloak-
Neville tripped painfully over something hard. The boy looked back at him as he continued to run, a terrified look plastered to his young face.
Neville got up, snow slush clinging to his hands and knees. The boy was no where in sight. He had gotten away.
The rain continued to pat down on Neville's face. His sandy hair was stuck to his face. Cold water blurred his vision.
The boy had gotten away. They'd been spotted. They were found -
Neville took off back to the house at as fast a pace as his legs would allow. He slipped in the slushy snow. Finally he reached the house.
The door slammed behind Neville as he ran towards the stairs. He took the steps two at a time. He skipped a step and landed painfully on his knees. He gritted his teeth to stop himself from moaning. He had to move.
He heaved himself back to his feet and continued up the stairs at a run. Down the hallway and into the bedroom, Neville rushed.
He had no time to catch his breath. His slippery shoes slid to a stop in the middle of the bedroom. Neville heaved several heavy breaths as Luna starred at him, her mouth open in surprise.
Neville rushed to the bed and yanked Luna up off of it. He pulled her to a standing position in front of him. Luna continued to stare at him in shock.
"Must leave now," Neville said not having a good chance to catch his breath. "Come on!"
Luna touched his cold and wet cheek. "What's wrong?" she said urgently. "What's happened?"
Neville ignored the painful stitch in his side.
"We've been spotted."
TBC
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A/N: Please review people. Thanks a lot!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything about it; only the plot and the words.
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When Neville woke up the next morning he was lying with Luna rolled almost on top of him. He wondered in the back of his mind whether he really wanted to move or not. She was so warm. It took his fuzzy mind a moment to register the fact that his arm was slung across her.
He quickly withdrew his hand and tried not to lose his calm. The robes that he had wrapped Luna in the previous day, were now entwined around both of them.
Luna's leg was locked around his.
And looked down at himself and was shocked to see his sweater was missing. Looking over the side of the bed, he saw it lying on the floor. In a heap.
When had he taken off his sweater? He was certain he had it on when he went to sleep. How did it get off? Luna couldn't have -
He gulped. No time to panic... not over a small thing such as this...
Luna squirmed slightly and moved her leg slightly so that it was resting on top of his left leg...
Holy Lord.
Neville felt himself tense. His heart was racing, his face was hot. He was - she was - Oh Lord...
He almost bolted out of the bed when her hand strayed across his chest. Oh Lord! Why did he let himself fall asleep in the same bed with a girl? With Luna? Why?! It was wrong!
Dammit!
Neville let out several shallow breaths. He had to move. He had to move soon... very soon. He wasn't sure how he'd react if he stayed where he was any longer. If she moved her leg up any father...
He wriggled his body toward the end of the bed. Luna sighed softly. Almost to the end of the bed-
Luna's hand clutched his shirt. She opened her eyes slightly and blinked her eyes. Neville sucked in a breath of air as she lifted her head off of his shoulder.
"Morning Neville," Luna said sleepily. "Have a good night?"
Neville inched away from her. "Yes," he breathed, dragging himself backwards. "I, it was, um... it was...lovely..."
Luna bite her lip lightly. "You're a good person to sleep with." she said.
"What?" Neville said quickly, his eyes widening. "I-"
Neville landed with a crash on the floor next to the bed. Luna looked over the side of the bed and grinned at him.
Neville blinked a few times. He had backed up too much. He got up off the floor, red in the face, and brushed himself off. He heard Luna giggle softly and he smiled weakly himself. Maybe he was over reacting too much to everything-
"Did Dumbldore send us any food?" Luna finally asked.
Neville shrugged. "Might be down in the kitchen," he mumbled. "Want me to go look?"
Luna laughed. "Yes, do."
Neville nodded and went down stairs. He was nervous leaving the room - or leaving Luna in the room. He wondered distantly how long they would have to stay in the hell hole. When was Dumbldore taking them home? Why was it too risky for them to leave?
When he walked into the kitchen he saw a plate of food on the table. He sighed. He would never understand Dumbldore. He could transport them food but he couldn't transport them?
He would never understand Albus Dumbldore. Maybe that was a good thing.
The sky outside was growing dark. Neville figured it had warmed up enough for it to rain over the snow. He shivered.
Neville picked up the plate food and walked back into the main hall. In all his nervousness and mingled fear, he had forgotten how hungry he was. He hadn't eaten much at dinner the day before. Luna wasn't at dinner - she'd have been even more hungry than he.
Neville walked carefully up the stairs, ignoring the cold draft that blew over him. He wished he had his sweater on...
Neville entered the bedroom and nearly dropped the plate of food.
Luna was... she was... wearing... almost nothing...
Luna was sitting on the edge of the bed. She had torn off his robes, along with her own, and her school shirt. She was left wearing only a pale yellow sleeveless undershirt that clashed with her corn colored hair.
Neville had somehow managed to swallow the large lump that had developed in his throat.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Neville croaked in an unusually high voice.
Luna turned toward him, her face showing nothing unusual. She grimaced as she touched her back. She straitened herself out, hands on her lower back. Neville's eyes fell on her slim body and trailed up her waist and-
Neville gave himself a violent shake and ignored the pounding of his heart. It was so loud he was sure Luna could hear it all the way across the room.
He walked over to the bed and peered down at her. She gave him an innocent look.
"My back hurts like hell," she said lightly.
Neville wondered how this had anything to do with her taking almost all her clothes off. They shouldn't be in a bedroom alone, she shouldn't be wearing that, he shouldn't be looking.
So why was he looking anyway?
He was sure she wouldn't look if he were - if he had nothing on - she wouldn't - would she?
Surely not.
Neville set the plate of food down on the bed next to Luna. He starred at her for a long time before she finally spoke again.
"Rub my back." Luna said, nonplused.
Neville was frozen to the stop at which he was standing for several silent minutes before finally uttering what he was thinking aloud.
"You're joking."
Luna raised her pale eyebrows extremely high up her forehead before replying, "I assure you - I'm not."
"I-I can't do that-" Neville began to stutter over his words. "I wouldn't, I couldn't..."
"Do you want me to get better?" Luna said, tilting her head to one side. "Besides, if you hadn't rolled on top of my in the middle of the night, my back wouldn't hurt in the first place."
Neville was left standing speechless. Good thing Luna was there to help him along in such bewildering situations. She gave his sleeve a sudden and violent tug and Neville allowed himself to be pulled down onto the bed behind Luna.
Luna turned back away from him. There was silence for a moment before Luna cleared her throat loudly.
"Well?" She said, and her voice sounded slightly peeved. "Are you doing it or not?"
Neville didn't see any graceful way out of this. He gotten himself into this rut, he'd might as well dig his way back to the surface.
He carefully placed his hands on top of Luna's undershirt and rubbed lightly. Luna gave a soft squeal and a short giggle. Neville bit his lip, he knew his face was burning.
Finally her soft laugher began to distract him.
"What?" he spat out, registering in the back of his mind, the fact that his hands were shaking.
Luna gave a small sigh of content. "Oh nothing," she said dreamily. "Your hands are cold."
Neville raised an eyebrow more to his own benefit than hers. He shook his head and continued to lightly stroke her back.
No one at Hogwarts would believe this. They would laugh at him if he ever tried to tell anyone about this. Then again, he never would tell them. They wouldn't care anyway.
Neville absentmindedly began to caress with more force. Neville rubbed Luna's back for many minutes in such a manner. Luna let out the softest of moans. Neville snapped his fingers away from Luna hurriedly. He'd been too lost in thought to pay attention to what he was doing.
"S-sorry," Neville muttered, his heart pounding. "Did- did I hurt you?"
Luna's shoulders slumped slightly as she turned herself to stare strait into his reddened face. No," she whispered breathlessly. "You felt wonderful. How is it someone like you doesn't have a girlfriend?"
Neville felt his mouth fall open slightly. He took a few shallow breaths before forcing his eyes to look into Luna's.
"I-I don't know," he mummered softly. "I'm some no body."
Luna looked confused. Then she bite her lip and suddenly looked oddly shy. "I don't think so," she said almost as softly as he. "I have a feeling you're destined to do great things."
"I think you're thinking of Harry," Neville replied with a weak smile.
Luna shook her head roughly from side to side. "No," she said, covering his hand with hers. She give his palm a light squeeze. "I'm not thinking about Harry. I'm thinking about you."
Neville's weak smile slowly grew wider. He leaned in closer to Luna. "Maybe you can help me along the way."
Luna smiled brightly, licking her bottom lip. "Maybe I could."
He slowly brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it. She bite her lip again and starred at him.
Neville sighed shortly and reached around Luna. He dragged the plate of food between them and smiled, looking up into Luna's blue eyes.
"Care for something to eat Luna?"
"I'd love something. Why don't you give it to me?"
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Neville sighed as he looked out the window. The gray of the darkened day had turned to cold rain. The rain splattered down over the snow roughly as the hidden sun set over a hill.
Neville sighed again. It had been hours, yet still the days events replayed in Neville's mind. Luna, her sore back, himself, them. Everything.
He looked over at Luna. She lay back in the bed, nodding off to sleep. There was nothing for them to do but wait. Wait and worry about what the outcome of the day would be. Wait and worry what the outcome of tomorrow would be, and the next day, and all days until they were back in the safety of Hogwarts.
The rain pounded harder against the old house. Luna jerked awake and looked foggy-eyed around the room. Her gaze stopped it's wondering pace and landed on Neville's standing frame.
He turned to her and shrugged.
She rolled her eyes in exaggeration. Finally she said vaguely, as if as an after thought, "Are you hungry?"
Neville raised his eyebrows at her. He seemed to be doing that a lot, although her question had been a perfectly normal one.
"I suppose so," he replied dully. "You?"
She nodded with zeal. "I only had one sandwich today; I didn't eat dinner the other day."
Neville heaved a heavy sigh. "I'll go down and see if there's any food for us."
Luna nodded.
Neville walked to the door and gave Luna a half wave. She returned it with a smile and a nod.
Neville walked down the dusty halls to where he knew the stairs were. He trailed his hand along the railing in the dark, ignoring the loud patting of the rain.
He carefully stepped down the stairs. He wished he had a light of some sort. Three seconds after this thought occurred, Neville mentally kicked himself.
"Lumos," he said softly.
The stair's illuminated with the soft glow of his wand. He reached the bottom of the stairs' and started off in the direction of the black stoned kitchen.
A movement directly to Neville's right startled him. The light off his wand only allowed him to see a few mere feet ahead of him.
He quickly moved his wand to the right. He didn't see anything. Movement and footsteps scurried from the right to across Neville and to the left.
Then Neville caught sight of it. A man. Hiding in the shadows. The light off his wand reflected off the man's eyes.
The man took off towards the door at high speed.
Neville had no time to think. He dove with all his might at the man. The unnamed person fell to the floor and gave a frightened shriek.
Neville crawled quickly up to him to get a better look. What he saw, surprised him slightly. It wasn't a man, but a boy, close to his own age, perhapss younger even.
The boy gave another terrified shriek and leaped toward the door. Neville chased after him.
The boy ran to the door and flung it open. He ran out into the cold rain. Neville was inches behind him.
Rain soaked Neville's clothes as he chased after the boy. He ignored the freezing rain, as it devoured him and covered his body like a blanket. He could almost reach the boy's long black cloak-
Neville tripped painfully over something hard. The boy looked back at him as he continued to run, a terrified look plastered to his young face.
Neville got up, snow slush clinging to his hands and knees. The boy was no where in sight. He had gotten away.
The rain continued to pat down on Neville's face. His sandy hair was stuck to his face. Cold water blurred his vision.
The boy had gotten away. They'd been spotted. They were found -
Neville took off back to the house at as fast a pace as his legs would allow. He slipped in the slushy snow. Finally he reached the house.
The door slammed behind Neville as he ran towards the stairs. He took the steps two at a time. He skipped a step and landed painfully on his knees. He gritted his teeth to stop himself from moaning. He had to move.
He heaved himself back to his feet and continued up the stairs at a run. Down the hallway and into the bedroom, Neville rushed.
He had no time to catch his breath. His slippery shoes slid to a stop in the middle of the bedroom. Neville heaved several heavy breaths as Luna starred at him, her mouth open in surprise.
Neville rushed to the bed and yanked Luna up off of it. He pulled her to a standing position in front of him. Luna continued to stare at him in shock.
"Must leave now," Neville said not having a good chance to catch his breath. "Come on!"
Luna touched his cold and wet cheek. "What's wrong?" she said urgently. "What's happened?"
Neville ignored the painful stitch in his side.
"We've been spotted."
TBC
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A/N: Please review people. Thanks a lot!!