A/n: Alrighty, part two of two is now up. Enjoy, everybody, and don't forget to leave me a review. I'll love you forever, lol. :D And though this chapter is shorter than the first, it's still quite a long chapter.

Disclaimer: Eh, forget to do one of these in the first chapter. It's been a while since I put a new story up. So, you knowthe drill: I don't own any of it so don't sue me.

Chapter 2

Around ten in the morning, Neville opened his eyes, to find Luna sitting in a chair across the room, watching him intently. He started when he saw her, and she started when she saw he was awake and caught her looking. They both blushed as Neville clambered out of the make-shift bed and put his socks and shoes back on. He noted that Luna had chosen to stay barefoot.

Luna cleared her throat a bit uncomfortably. "Er… morning, Neville."

Neville smiled as brightly as he could, trying to pretend like they hadn't shared an extremely awkward moment. "Morning, Luna."

"I thought I would until you woke up before I tried to find us some food in the office." She smirked and Neville felt his previous uncomfortable feelings begin to evaporate.

"Right. Let's." he said and made his way over to the office. Luna followed a pace or two behind.

When he pulled open the door, much of the junk pushed out onto the floor, upset from their unstable positions last night when Neville had retrieved the coats and blankets for their bed. He sighed and began wading into the mess, not sure where to look or even if there was a possibility of finding anything. Luna came in behind him, pushing her way through he mess to the other side of the teeny room.

"I have no idea what I'm looking for." Neville mumbled at one point, shoving another bag of cat litter out of his way.

"Something to eat." Luna answered, lifting books off the desk and setting them on a chair, barely visible under the mass of other things piled atop it.

Neville's stomach growled noisily, and instead of feeling embarrassed, he laughed.

"And hurry, before your stomach digests itself." Luna laughed also, this time a small, tinkly laugh.

A few moments later, Neville found a large bag of fruit snacks in the back corner, an unopened box of crackers in a trenchcoat pocket, and oddly enough, a fresh apple that fell out of handbag when he wetn to move it. Luna found a can of beans (which they discarded as they had no way to cook them), a box of cereal, a half-eaten bag of chips (which they also discarded since they were half-eaten), and then a large bottle of Butterbeer, jammed in one of the lower desk drawers. They decided that would be enough for now, and climbed out of the cluttered office, this time not bothering to close the door. Things spilled out onto the classroom floor as they exited to go sit on their "bed".

As they munched, they talked more about all kinds of things, ranging from their favorite class and why, to why they felt the sky was blue to stories of Muggle encounters and so on. There were few moments when Neville felt awkward or embarrassed, which surprised himself, since he had always been that way, especially around girls. But as he had observed from the moment he'd met her, there was something different about Luna. And around her, even though he had certain feelings for her, he didn't feel weird or stupid when he was talking to her.

It was a truly wonderful feeling.

For the next several hours, they did a range of activities to amuse themselves. They tried different games, some involving moment like tag – which was very difficult and short-lived in such a small room – and most involving sitting and thinking. Periodically, they would try to open the trap door again, using spells or attempting to pry it open with different objects from the office.

They sat around and mused what all could possibly be in that office, since they had found many, many items in their food searches which definitely did not belong in offices, like watering cans, a giant thermometer, a broken lamp, a piece of a screen door, three fold up chairs, five wrenches, seven identical screwdrivers, a broom with two "sweeping ends" and no handle, and many other items.

They kept talking and noted the time passing with dismay, wondering if anyone would come find them or even notice they were missing. This often made them worried or sad, so the subject was changed or they engaged in an activity.

At one point they scrounged up some scissors, tape, paper, and pencil crayons, so they sat around talking and making odd crafts. Luna folded a number of pieces of paper in paper cranes, and Neville attempted some funny drawings of different teachers which made Luna laugh that wonderful, sweet tinkly laugh that Neville began to think was her most private laugh.

Every hour or so they would spend more than a few minutes pounding on the door and calling for help, or trying to stick their face out the crack of the window and holler for help. No help came, no one responded, and so they would stop until the next hour or so.

All in all, they were having a good time with each other, and continued to shove their worry about being stuck for an extended period of time out their minds.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, long after Neville and Luna had had their "supper" (consisting of a jar of peanuts, numerous juice boxes, a bag of unopened chips, the rest of the cereal, and a can of cherries, all found somewhere in the miraculous office), Luna heaved a huge sigh and then suggest they play "Truth or Dare".

"You want to play what?" Neville asked in horror.

"Truth or Dare." Luna repeated simply.

Neville stared at her.

"Don't look so frightened." Luna teased. "We won't do anything outrageous. It's just the two of us."

Neville was not comforted. "Luna, could we please play something else?"

"Oh, why, Neville? 'Truth or Dare' would be so much fun."

Neville shifted uneasily. "I'm not really… I don't ever have fun… with that game." He said, trying hard not to remind himself of why.

"Why?" Luna asked concernedly.

Count on Luna to bring it up. Neville thought, then eyed her. "If I tell you, will you swear never to tell anyone?"

Luna nodded seriously.

Neville sighed. "The two times I played it, I ended up having to kiss someone I didn't like." He wrinkled his nose. "And usually no one else did either."

Luna raised an eyebrow.

Neville grimaced. "Like a toad. Or a fish." He covered his face with his hands.

Luna laughed loudly. "Oh, Neville. It'll be fine. Come on, play with me." She said and smiled encouragingly.

Neville lifted his head, smirking. "Alright fine. But be nice to me."

She giggled playfully. "I will. So I'll you first, then."

"Fine."

"Neville," Luna started dramatically, her eyes growing to their usual wideness. "Truth… or dare?"

"Truth." Neville answered quickly.

Luna looked a bit disappointed, but considering Luna's personality, Neville was not exactly comfortable with choosing 'dare'. She plowed on smoothly. "Ok. Tell me something very embarrassing about one of your roommates – "

Neville started to protest, but Luna finished over top of him. " – that will never leave this room."

He stopped and then looked thoughtfully at his hands. When his face flared red, Luna smiled in anticipation of what he'd just thought of.

"Well…" he cleared his throat, and his face remained quite pink. "Seamus has these… boxers."

Luna was already giggling and Neville hadn't even got to the good bit yet.

"I only saw them once. They were hanging out of his trunk." Neville paused and his cracked into a wide smile. "They had pink flowers and red hearts on them."

"No!" Luna gushed.

"Really!" Neville snickered. "When he saw me staring he snatched them out of sight, mumbling something about 'private property' and a 'bad birthday present' from his Nan."

Luna began laughing hysterically. Her laugh was infectious and soon Neville was laughing just as hard as she was. A few moments later, when they'd gained control of themselves, Neville realized it was his turn to ask Luna.

"Alright, now it's my turn to ask. Luna, truth or dare?"

"Ooo, dare, definitely." She said enthusiastically and leaned forward.

"Er… ok then…" Neville looked around the room, trying to think of a suitable daring dare. But everything that came to mind was something like jump off a chair or make a funny face or something equally as undaring. "Um… look, I'm not very good at coming up with dares…"

"That's alright. Just whatever you thought of first." Luna encouraged.

"Ok… uh… run around the room… erm, with – I mean, on one foot, with your eyes closed." He finished hastily, feeling as silly as his dare.

Even though Luna silently agreed it wasn't the best of dares, there was no way she was about to let Neville know that. She jumped up, her eyes shining excitedly. "What a good one! I would have never have thought of that!"

She engaged in the jumping heartily, tripping and stumbling and laughing the whole way. Neville called out things to avoid and when to avoid them, and laughed along with her. When she sat down panting and grinning, he didn't feel his dare had been so dumb after all.

"Well then, I'm asking again. Neville, truth or dare?"

Neville hesitated briefly this time, but still didn't feel brave enough to take on whatever dare Luna came up with, so he said, "Truth."

"Again? Oh, very well." Luna paused thoughtfully. "This will be a hard one, Neville, just because you picked truth again."

Neville nodded and felt a tiny bit concerned.

Finally Luna turned scheming eyes back to him and said in a conspiratorial voice. "In your first few years at Hogwarts, did you have a crush on someone?"

Neville's cheeks became instantly red. "Luna!"

"Ah, ah! You said 'truth'!" she giggled.

Neville shifted uncomfortably, glanced nervously at Luna several times and then finally mumbled out, "Yes."

Luna clapped her hands gleefully and eagerly asked, "Who? Who!"

"No way." Neville put his hands up. "You never said I had to say who."

"Oh fine." Luna grumpily conceded.

Besides, Neville thought. How could say it was you?

Out loud, Neville took his turn doing the asking again. "Truth or dare?"

Luna touched a finger to her chin pensively. "Hmm. Let's try truth this time."

Neville immediately grinned mischievously. "Luna, in your first few years at Hogwarts, who did you have a crush on?"

"Oh no!" Luna objected fiercely. "That's not fair!"

"Oh, come on." Neville poked her in the shoulder. "I had to tell you I had one."

Luna sighed and her cheeks went oddly pink. She suddenly seemed genuinely uncomfortable, and Neville realized it was the first time he had ever seen Luna this uneasy. He was about to retract his question, when she said haltingly, "Well… yes. I had – have – had… one."

"Who?" he gently prodded, unsure if she would actually tell him. "That was part of the question after all."

"I know…" Luna swallowed, shifted and averted her eyes. "But… well… see, this thing is…"

Neville half-smiled. "Luna, if I didn't have to, you don't have to either."

She looked up. "But, like you said, it was part of the question – "

"I won't make you if you won't make me." Neville said firmly.

Luna looked immensely relieved. "Alright. Deal."

They shook hands and laughed some more, and the tension that had come with question disappeared.

"So, Neville. One more time. "Truth, or dare?"

Neville sucked his breath in sharply, screwed his eyes up tight, bracing himself for the first, and fairly shouted, "Dare!"

"Ooo, goody." Luna rubbed her hands together, her eyes twinkling.

Neville opened his eyes and said warningly, "Now, Luna, be gentle!"

She laughed maniacally.

"Be nice!" he reiterated worriedly.

Luna bit her lip in a contemplative manner, and seemed to study Neville very careful for a moment.

Neville stared back, already regretting he'd said 'dare'.

"Neville, I dare you…" Luna suddenly got a nervous, worried yet thoughtful, hopeful look in her eye. "…to kiss me."

Neville choked on the air he was breathing. "Y-you w-what?"

Luna raised her chin determinedly. "I dare you to kiss me." She repeated and Neville didn't know whether she was about to burst out laughing and say she was just kidding or if she was truly dead serious. Though the former seemed highly more likely, Neville couldn't refuse if it was the latter.

He was very flustered and red, though he was the only one who really knew why. He'd wanted to kiss Luna for a long time, but of course he never thought there was any chance she felt the same and so had never pushed the matter of them being possibly more than friends.

"Are you sure about this?" he questioned.

Luna giggled. "It is truth or dare."

Neville nodded shortly and glanced briefly at his hands, sweating like crazy and curling and uncurling in his lap. Luna didn't appear to notice. Neville's stomach was doing somersaults, his mouth had gone as dry as paper and his heart was pounding out his rib-cage. He looked up to meet her gorgeous blue eyes, sparkling like the most beautiful stars ever created.

She was smiled radiantly at him and Neville shut his racing mind off in that instant and leaned forward to meet Luna's lips with his own.

This kiss was not some passionate explosion waiting to be unleashed, but more a wonderfully sweet thing, where there were electric jolts and fireworks going off in the background, which had gone white and misty. Neville thought he was floating through heaven, and with Luna right there kissing him back, it sure felt like what he imagined heaven to be. The smell that he was met with was precisely what he smelled in the potion, and it all fit together.

A few seconds later – too few, in Neville's opinion – he embarrassedly broke away. Luna looked pink, elated and breathless.

"I didn't you'd actually do it." She whispered.

"Me neither." He answered honestly.

"So do I kiss better than I toad or a fish?"

"Of course you do. And you're someone that I like and wanted to kiss." Neville blurted out before he could stop himself.

Luna's pretty blush deepened. But before she could reply, the trap door of the Divination Tower was blasted open with an earth-shattering bang.

Luna screamed as she and Neville dove for cover.

"Hello? Hello? Did I hear somebody up here?" A voice called from somewhere on the other side of the trap door.

"We're here!" Neville called and coughed hard because of the smoke now circulating in the classroom.

"Tally-ho, what luck!" the voice said overly cheerfully and as the smoke began to lift, Neville raised an incredulous eyebrow.

"Professor Lockhart?" he said and stood.

Neville helped Luna up and brushed herself off.

Lockhart poked his head up through the hole. "People are looking for you kids, you know! You've got people all in a tizzy, being scheduled to be here for holidays and then off and missing for two days…"

"We got locked in here, Professor." Luna hastily explained, her eyes abruptly their usual wideness. "We tried to get out, but we couldn't."

"Of course, of course. No matter!" Lockhart didn't seem to need an explanation as to why they were locked up there, and also didn't feel the need to explain why he had caused the trap door to explode with no warning. "You're fine and found, so let's be on our way and inform everyone else, shall we?" he grinned cheesily and then bounded back down the steps in which he had come, whistling a crazy tune and laughing at random moments.

Luna and Neville exchanged glances before laughing heartily. They followed Lockhart less enthusiastically and eccentrically down the stairs. When they reached the bottom and started off down the hallway, Luna suddenly slipped her hand into Neville's.

He looked down at her, a bit startled. Before he could say anything, she looked up at him with a whimsical smile playing across her features and said,

"Don't look so surprised." She dropped her voice to a whisper. "My crush, Neville, was you."

He reddened considerably and swallowed. "Why did you think I didn't want to tell you who mine was?"

It was her turn to look surprised.

Neville smiled in spite of himself. "Yes, Luna. You were mine."

Then, holding hands, blushing, and grinning like idiots and not caring at all, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood followed a humming and skipping Professor Lockhart down the hallways of Hogwarts.

THE END

A/n: Well? It turned out rather more fluff-ily than I expected, lol, but I don't think anyone minds. If you do mind, let me know! If you don't, let me know! If you don't care, let me know! REVIEW ME! Oh, and before anyone asks, there is not really any specific time frame for this story. After OOTP, so year six for Neville I guess, but without the events of HBP.