A/N: Another chapter! Yay! Thanks to all my reviewers!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything about it; only the plot and the words.
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Luna starred silently at Neville as he heaved a few long, deep breaths. She stood, hands on Neville's chest, still standing where he had hastily pulled her to moments before.
Luna herself took a deep breath. "What happened?" she asked. "Tell me."
Neville starred at her. "No time," he said, clutching Luna's left hand. "Let's go."
"Go where?" Luna demanded. "Dumbledore told us not to leave the house."
Neville stopped dead.
The house. Don't leave the house. The words Dumbledore had uttered to them, echoed dully in Neville's mind. He had left the house.
Neville suddenly felt like hurling.
Luna stared into his eyes and Neville knew his heart was sinking. He was getting a sickening feeling in his stomach. He didn't know what was going to happen now.
Neville's eyes widened and he took several shallow breaths. Luna touched his cheek again.
"I left the house."
It seemed to take a moment for these words to sink in. Luna looked at Neville a long moment before she finally spoke.
"Y-you left the house."
It was more a statement then a question. The words echoed dully throughout the hollow room. It was dark outside and shadows seemed to be taking over the room. They were engulfed in darkness.
"Why?" Luna finally asked.
Neville told her what happen. All the while as he was talking, he shot nervous glances at the door, as if he expected a Death Eater to shoot through at any moment and attack them.
Luna was silent as she listened to the whole story. She left out a long breath when he finished. She stood clutching Neville's wet shirt.
Neville flung some of his soaking hair out of his face.
"It was probably just a muggle child," Luna said at last. "If he was a boy and he ran away from you, he probably wasn't a Death Eater."
"You can't be sure!" Neville said tensely. "You just can't be sure! We should leave right now!"
Luna shook her head violently. "No! Absolutely not! Dumbldore told us not to leave."
Neville breath quickened. "But Dumbldore doesn't know about this!"
They stood silently frozen to the spot. Neither knew what would happen, neither was sure of what to do.
"We're staying here," Luna said firmly. "It's what Dumbldore told us to do. There's no use losing our heads over something that could turn out to be nothing at all."
Neville knew deep down that she was right. However, that didn't stop him from being jumpy and nervous.
Luna let go of Neville's shirt. She grimaced as she hobbled away from him and towards the fireplace. Once there, she dropped to her knees. She pulled out her wand and muttered a spell. The fireplace burst into flames and the room was illuminated with a soft glow.
Luna sat on the floor next to the fireplace and rubbed her ankle with one hand, while holding her other hand near to the fire. She sat with her back to him for several minutes before she said, without turning back-
"You're wet Neville."
It was simple enough statement but it was only after she said it that Neville's mind registered the fact that he was standing in the middle of the cold room completely soaked to the bone.
He ran a hand through his sopping wet hair. All his clothes were sticking to his body. A great deal of cold snowy water was inside of his shoes.
Luna stood back on her knees and turned to him with a playful look in her eye.
"Take off your clothes Neville." she said bluntly.
Neville stood, dumbstruck. He thought he had misheard her at first.
"Excuse me?" he said.
Luna staggered to her feet and hopped over to him. She placed her hands on his shirt. "Take off your clothes," she repeated with a faint grin. "You don't want to freeze."
Neville raised his eyebrows as high as he possibly could. Luna stared non- fazed back at him. Her hands tug lightly on his shirt.
"Well?" she said impatiently.
Neville blinked several times. "You're kidding." he said, his eyes widening.
Luna raised an eyebrow at him before repeating the words she had used earlier that same day.
"I assure you Neville," Luna said, giving his shirt a harder tug. "I'm not."
Neville couldn't believe it. He was sure she was playing with him on this one. She couldn't be serious - he couldn't just -
"Look," Luna said at last, running her hands over his shoulders. "If you don't do it, I will."
Neville staggered quickly away from her. She clung onto him and gave a soft laugh. She began tugging at his shirt.
"Stop it!" Neville said, trying to push Luna away. "Luna! Come on-"
"You won't listen to me," Luna said playfully, unbuttoning two of his shirt buttons. "I said I'd do it myself..."
Neville panicingly pushed her hands away.
"All right!" Neville said, taking several steps back from her. "I'll do it. Turn around."
Luna bit her lip as she hopped to face the wall.
Neville kept his eyes locked on Luna's back as he began to strip off his shirt. He let it drop to the floor. He undid his belt while still starring at Luna to make sure she didn't turn around. His belt hit the floor.
Luna started to turn around but Neville shouted out and she turned back to the wall.
"Awfully bashful aren't you Neville?" Luna said with a giggle as Neville hastily kicked off his trousers and backed up to the bed. "Something I shouldn't see?"
Neville sunk onto the bed and wrapped the blanket around himself twice. He made sure he was completely covered before clearing his throat.
"You can turn around now."
Luna turned around and stumbled to the place where all clothes lay on the dark green carpet. She leaned over and snatched up his trousers.
She swung them at the ends of her fingers as she threw him a playful look and wagged her eyebrows.
Neville starred at her in shock. "What are you doing?" he asked at once.
Luna grinned at him. "Hanging your clothes to dry near the fire."
Neville was silent as she lay his clothes on a chair next to the fire. She finished and hopped over to the bed.
Neville backed away as she climbed up onto the bed next to her. He tried to back as far away as possible without falling off the bed again.
Luna smiled weakly as she laid down next to him.
Neville gulped loudly. "Maybe we shouldn't-" Neville started quickly. "You know - sleep together - I-I mean - sleep close together - I mean, sleep in the same bed."
Luna starred at Neville with a serious look on her face.
"It's what Dumbldore would want," she said. "For us to be close together. We should obey him."
Neville sighed softly in defeat.
"We should obey him," he replied softly. "Dumbldore knows what's best."
He flung an arm around Luna's waist as she snuggled close up to his cold body.
~~ A/N: I just had to have Neville strip! *evil laughter* My sister says I have a talent to make any character seem hot. *evil laughter again*
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything about it; only the plot and the words.
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Luna starred silently at Neville as he heaved a few long, deep breaths. She stood, hands on Neville's chest, still standing where he had hastily pulled her to moments before.
Luna herself took a deep breath. "What happened?" she asked. "Tell me."
Neville starred at her. "No time," he said, clutching Luna's left hand. "Let's go."
"Go where?" Luna demanded. "Dumbledore told us not to leave the house."
Neville stopped dead.
The house. Don't leave the house. The words Dumbledore had uttered to them, echoed dully in Neville's mind. He had left the house.
Neville suddenly felt like hurling.
Luna stared into his eyes and Neville knew his heart was sinking. He was getting a sickening feeling in his stomach. He didn't know what was going to happen now.
Neville's eyes widened and he took several shallow breaths. Luna touched his cheek again.
"I left the house."
It seemed to take a moment for these words to sink in. Luna looked at Neville a long moment before she finally spoke.
"Y-you left the house."
It was more a statement then a question. The words echoed dully throughout the hollow room. It was dark outside and shadows seemed to be taking over the room. They were engulfed in darkness.
"Why?" Luna finally asked.
Neville told her what happen. All the while as he was talking, he shot nervous glances at the door, as if he expected a Death Eater to shoot through at any moment and attack them.
Luna was silent as she listened to the whole story. She left out a long breath when he finished. She stood clutching Neville's wet shirt.
Neville flung some of his soaking hair out of his face.
"It was probably just a muggle child," Luna said at last. "If he was a boy and he ran away from you, he probably wasn't a Death Eater."
"You can't be sure!" Neville said tensely. "You just can't be sure! We should leave right now!"
Luna shook her head violently. "No! Absolutely not! Dumbldore told us not to leave."
Neville breath quickened. "But Dumbldore doesn't know about this!"
They stood silently frozen to the spot. Neither knew what would happen, neither was sure of what to do.
"We're staying here," Luna said firmly. "It's what Dumbldore told us to do. There's no use losing our heads over something that could turn out to be nothing at all."
Neville knew deep down that she was right. However, that didn't stop him from being jumpy and nervous.
Luna let go of Neville's shirt. She grimaced as she hobbled away from him and towards the fireplace. Once there, she dropped to her knees. She pulled out her wand and muttered a spell. The fireplace burst into flames and the room was illuminated with a soft glow.
Luna sat on the floor next to the fireplace and rubbed her ankle with one hand, while holding her other hand near to the fire. She sat with her back to him for several minutes before she said, without turning back-
"You're wet Neville."
It was simple enough statement but it was only after she said it that Neville's mind registered the fact that he was standing in the middle of the cold room completely soaked to the bone.
He ran a hand through his sopping wet hair. All his clothes were sticking to his body. A great deal of cold snowy water was inside of his shoes.
Luna stood back on her knees and turned to him with a playful look in her eye.
"Take off your clothes Neville." she said bluntly.
Neville stood, dumbstruck. He thought he had misheard her at first.
"Excuse me?" he said.
Luna staggered to her feet and hopped over to him. She placed her hands on his shirt. "Take off your clothes," she repeated with a faint grin. "You don't want to freeze."
Neville raised his eyebrows as high as he possibly could. Luna stared non- fazed back at him. Her hands tug lightly on his shirt.
"Well?" she said impatiently.
Neville blinked several times. "You're kidding." he said, his eyes widening.
Luna raised an eyebrow at him before repeating the words she had used earlier that same day.
"I assure you Neville," Luna said, giving his shirt a harder tug. "I'm not."
Neville couldn't believe it. He was sure she was playing with him on this one. She couldn't be serious - he couldn't just -
"Look," Luna said at last, running her hands over his shoulders. "If you don't do it, I will."
Neville staggered quickly away from her. She clung onto him and gave a soft laugh. She began tugging at his shirt.
"Stop it!" Neville said, trying to push Luna away. "Luna! Come on-"
"You won't listen to me," Luna said playfully, unbuttoning two of his shirt buttons. "I said I'd do it myself..."
Neville panicingly pushed her hands away.
"All right!" Neville said, taking several steps back from her. "I'll do it. Turn around."
Luna bit her lip as she hopped to face the wall.
Neville kept his eyes locked on Luna's back as he began to strip off his shirt. He let it drop to the floor. He undid his belt while still starring at Luna to make sure she didn't turn around. His belt hit the floor.
Luna started to turn around but Neville shouted out and she turned back to the wall.
"Awfully bashful aren't you Neville?" Luna said with a giggle as Neville hastily kicked off his trousers and backed up to the bed. "Something I shouldn't see?"
Neville sunk onto the bed and wrapped the blanket around himself twice. He made sure he was completely covered before clearing his throat.
"You can turn around now."
Luna turned around and stumbled to the place where all clothes lay on the dark green carpet. She leaned over and snatched up his trousers.
She swung them at the ends of her fingers as she threw him a playful look and wagged her eyebrows.
Neville starred at her in shock. "What are you doing?" he asked at once.
Luna grinned at him. "Hanging your clothes to dry near the fire."
Neville was silent as she lay his clothes on a chair next to the fire. She finished and hopped over to the bed.
Neville backed away as she climbed up onto the bed next to her. He tried to back as far away as possible without falling off the bed again.
Luna smiled weakly as she laid down next to him.
Neville gulped loudly. "Maybe we shouldn't-" Neville started quickly. "You know - sleep together - I-I mean - sleep close together - I mean, sleep in the same bed."
Luna starred at Neville with a serious look on her face.
"It's what Dumbldore would want," she said. "For us to be close together. We should obey him."
Neville sighed softly in defeat.
"We should obey him," he replied softly. "Dumbldore knows what's best."
He flung an arm around Luna's waist as she snuggled close up to his cold body.
~~ A/N: I just had to have Neville strip! *evil laughter* My sister says I have a talent to make any character seem hot. *evil laughter again*