A/N: I know, I know. I was out of the country and haven't had a computer.
After much thought, I've decided to finish what I started.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything about it; only the plot and the words.
Ground was under them faster than he could take a breath. Their bodies, so entangled in each other, fell onto cold, wet, and snowy ground. The Earth was spinning in conjuction to Neville's own head.
Neville opened his eyes first. He was lying next to Luna. He was outside, he was alive, she was alive. All things he knew. How he got there? The one thing he didn't know.
Luna slowly opened her eyes and sat up. She looked around to see where they were and for a moment, the fear on her face eased into relief.
His body to totally soaking, he kneed up, fury clearly writen on his face along with confustion.
"I was about to kill that bitch!" He screamed. "What happened?"
"You were about to commit a crime that would emprison you forever," Luna said, holding her head. "You would be thrown in Azkaban!"
"How the bloody hell did we get here?!" Neville screamed, standing up quickly and falling back down just as quickly. His legs hadn't gotton used to the sensation of solid ground yet.
"I don't know how," Luna said, looking down. Her jaw was shaking, and tears ran silently down her cheek. "I thought you were going to be killed."
Neville stared at her. He felt guilty at once. Why was he yelling at her? It wasn't her fault about the Death Eaters. It wasn't her he was mad at. So why was he beating on her emotions?
Neville sunk down on his knees. He crawled through the mud, not caring if his already filthy pants got even filthier. Luna looked up at him, frowned, and looked down.
Neville's fingers were inches from her face. He held back from touching her, as he always did. Thoughts surged through him, like bolts of energy. She was alive. After his angry had left him, he realized that that was the most important thing to him. Luna was alive. It was more important to him than he himself living.
He looked down and realized his hand was shaking.
"Luna," He whispered. His voice was suddenly horse. He felt like he couldn't talk anymore. To her, to anyone. Was his voice gone, like they were?
"I'm sorry, Luna," Neville managed to say. "I'm sorry for everything that has happened to us for far! I'm sorry for us going to the house, I'm sorry for the Death Eaters, and I'm sorry that I ever hurt you."
"You never hurt me, Neville," She said. "You saved me. From myself."
His fingers, so close to her face, moved closer and touched her softly. Her own hand covered his in a warm touch. Her hand was freezing, but her feelings were warm. At that moment Neville saw Luna as nobody ever had ever seen her. When he looked at her, his hand on her cheek, stroking softly, he didn't see some loony, crazy, dirty blonde girl, he saw the most beautiful girl he's ever seen.
The girl he was in love with.
The snow was almost painfully cold around him, but he couldn't feel it. His body was numb for the moment, just like his heart. One because of snow, one because of her.
"Luna," Neville said. He thought it sounded more like a sqeak than anything else. "I think I'm – I think I'm in – oh God – "
Luna's eye were bright from her tears, and she stared at him. Neville looked down.
He couldn't say it. Not right now, when they had so much to worry about and so much happening to them. He couldn't say it to her, he was too much of a nobody to tell her – Luna – that he'd falling in love with her.
"N-nothing..." Neville trailed off. He looked away himself.
Luna slumped down into the ground and was silent. Neville looked back at her. As he saw her sitting there, he thought of a thousand things at once. Of all the times Malfoy teased and tortured him, of all the times his classmates ignored him, the time when Hermione Granger turned down an invatation to the ball in fourth year, the times when girl picked on him and called him ugly, and her. Luna, who never said a mean word to him in her life, and didn't ignore him.
Neville cleared his throat loudly. She looked looked back at him and frowned. Suddenly Neville's breath caught. He was done hiding.
"You know what?" He said quickly. "I remember what I had to say to you."
He grabbed hold of her neck and pulled her to him quickly. She gave a small squeak of surprise before he pressed his lips to her firmly.
He kissed her with all he had. He didn't know if she understood his feelings, or even if he, himself understood his feelings. His heart knew, and Neville trusted it. He kissed her harder still.
They just sat there, kissing each other for the second time ever. It wasn't the same as the first, and they both knew that. This was different – this was needy.
When they broke apart, Luna pulled back and gasped.
"Neville," She said, still gasping from their kissing. "Oh my gosh—"
"Luna," He said quickly. "Luna, I love you."
She was silent. He bit his lower lip, and pushed some of his hair out of his face. With a clear he saw her, staring at him, with a look of pure affection and – and—
An odd look of desire on her face, that he himself was feeling at that moment.
The her hands were on the bottons to his shirt... It was weird how time could pass so fast yet so slow at the same time. He had long since gotten accustomed to his heart banging in his ears, blocking all sound. He had long since gotten accostomed to his brain freezing at the feeling of her very touch.
Things seemed to blur in his mind's eye, but he'd never forget the things that happened next. Her tugging at his clothes, his hands roaming her, their kissing so much.
No heart. No mind. No clothes. Lots of passion.
It was so long before he could think of anything sensable in his mind. It seemed to last a long time with her. Maybe it was a short time, how should he know? It was nice...no. It was wonderful.
His head hurt and he was tired. He was sure Luna was tired, and more than a few things hurt on her...
This time, Neville's fingers didn't hasitate in touching her. He shoved some of her long hair out of her face and looked down at her.
"I love you Luna," He said again, kissing her neck.
"I love you too Neville," She said, running her hands through his damp hair. They were both exhausted, and he collapsed on top of her.
Her arms circled his body and pulled him closer to her. She kissed his ear.
"Keep me save forever Neville," Luna whispered. "Please, just hold me forever."
TBC
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything about it; only the plot and the words.
Ground was under them faster than he could take a breath. Their bodies, so entangled in each other, fell onto cold, wet, and snowy ground. The Earth was spinning in conjuction to Neville's own head.
Neville opened his eyes first. He was lying next to Luna. He was outside, he was alive, she was alive. All things he knew. How he got there? The one thing he didn't know.
Luna slowly opened her eyes and sat up. She looked around to see where they were and for a moment, the fear on her face eased into relief.
His body to totally soaking, he kneed up, fury clearly writen on his face along with confustion.
"I was about to kill that bitch!" He screamed. "What happened?"
"You were about to commit a crime that would emprison you forever," Luna said, holding her head. "You would be thrown in Azkaban!"
"How the bloody hell did we get here?!" Neville screamed, standing up quickly and falling back down just as quickly. His legs hadn't gotton used to the sensation of solid ground yet.
"I don't know how," Luna said, looking down. Her jaw was shaking, and tears ran silently down her cheek. "I thought you were going to be killed."
Neville stared at her. He felt guilty at once. Why was he yelling at her? It wasn't her fault about the Death Eaters. It wasn't her he was mad at. So why was he beating on her emotions?
Neville sunk down on his knees. He crawled through the mud, not caring if his already filthy pants got even filthier. Luna looked up at him, frowned, and looked down.
Neville's fingers were inches from her face. He held back from touching her, as he always did. Thoughts surged through him, like bolts of energy. She was alive. After his angry had left him, he realized that that was the most important thing to him. Luna was alive. It was more important to him than he himself living.
He looked down and realized his hand was shaking.
"Luna," He whispered. His voice was suddenly horse. He felt like he couldn't talk anymore. To her, to anyone. Was his voice gone, like they were?
"I'm sorry, Luna," Neville managed to say. "I'm sorry for everything that has happened to us for far! I'm sorry for us going to the house, I'm sorry for the Death Eaters, and I'm sorry that I ever hurt you."
"You never hurt me, Neville," She said. "You saved me. From myself."
His fingers, so close to her face, moved closer and touched her softly. Her own hand covered his in a warm touch. Her hand was freezing, but her feelings were warm. At that moment Neville saw Luna as nobody ever had ever seen her. When he looked at her, his hand on her cheek, stroking softly, he didn't see some loony, crazy, dirty blonde girl, he saw the most beautiful girl he's ever seen.
The girl he was in love with.
The snow was almost painfully cold around him, but he couldn't feel it. His body was numb for the moment, just like his heart. One because of snow, one because of her.
"Luna," Neville said. He thought it sounded more like a sqeak than anything else. "I think I'm – I think I'm in – oh God – "
Luna's eye were bright from her tears, and she stared at him. Neville looked down.
He couldn't say it. Not right now, when they had so much to worry about and so much happening to them. He couldn't say it to her, he was too much of a nobody to tell her – Luna – that he'd falling in love with her.
"N-nothing..." Neville trailed off. He looked away himself.
Luna slumped down into the ground and was silent. Neville looked back at her. As he saw her sitting there, he thought of a thousand things at once. Of all the times Malfoy teased and tortured him, of all the times his classmates ignored him, the time when Hermione Granger turned down an invatation to the ball in fourth year, the times when girl picked on him and called him ugly, and her. Luna, who never said a mean word to him in her life, and didn't ignore him.
Neville cleared his throat loudly. She looked looked back at him and frowned. Suddenly Neville's breath caught. He was done hiding.
"You know what?" He said quickly. "I remember what I had to say to you."
He grabbed hold of her neck and pulled her to him quickly. She gave a small squeak of surprise before he pressed his lips to her firmly.
He kissed her with all he had. He didn't know if she understood his feelings, or even if he, himself understood his feelings. His heart knew, and Neville trusted it. He kissed her harder still.
They just sat there, kissing each other for the second time ever. It wasn't the same as the first, and they both knew that. This was different – this was needy.
When they broke apart, Luna pulled back and gasped.
"Neville," She said, still gasping from their kissing. "Oh my gosh—"
"Luna," He said quickly. "Luna, I love you."
She was silent. He bit his lower lip, and pushed some of his hair out of his face. With a clear he saw her, staring at him, with a look of pure affection and – and—
An odd look of desire on her face, that he himself was feeling at that moment.
The her hands were on the bottons to his shirt... It was weird how time could pass so fast yet so slow at the same time. He had long since gotten accustomed to his heart banging in his ears, blocking all sound. He had long since gotten accostomed to his brain freezing at the feeling of her very touch.
Things seemed to blur in his mind's eye, but he'd never forget the things that happened next. Her tugging at his clothes, his hands roaming her, their kissing so much.
No heart. No mind. No clothes. Lots of passion.
It was so long before he could think of anything sensable in his mind. It seemed to last a long time with her. Maybe it was a short time, how should he know? It was nice...no. It was wonderful.
His head hurt and he was tired. He was sure Luna was tired, and more than a few things hurt on her...
This time, Neville's fingers didn't hasitate in touching her. He shoved some of her long hair out of her face and looked down at her.
"I love you Luna," He said again, kissing her neck.
"I love you too Neville," She said, running her hands through his damp hair. They were both exhausted, and he collapsed on top of her.
Her arms circled his body and pulled him closer to her. She kissed his ear.
"Keep me save forever Neville," Luna whispered. "Please, just hold me forever."
TBC