Oh sweetmotherofcheesygoodness! I'm going to probably make another Neville/Luna best friend piece sometime in the future. Stay tuned!
Title: Barfing Pears are Tickled Pink
Author: yamihawkeye
Genre: If fluff was a genre, it would be it.
Parings: Implied NL/LL
Summary: While cleaning up, Luna finds an old gift...
Dedicated to: My Reviewers, like Sugarhighbob
Barfing Pears are Tickled Pink
By: CheesyGoodness
Luna Lovegood, or Loony Lovegood, as she was often called, had a best friend- sort of. It wasn't ever official, they didn't ever wear those bracelets, or necklaces, or keychains that split in half. And for good reason, her best friend was a guy, or, more specifically, Neville Longbottom. It wasn't like she never tried to get him to wear one. She gave him a keychain once. It was the spitting image of the pear in the kitchen portrait, the one that you tickled to create a doorknob. Only this one, when you tickled it, said best, or friends, depending on which one you had. Neville however, had nearly died of embarrassment when she gave it to him. He didn't say he hated it outright, but Luna could tell. She was rather observant, contrary to popular belief, but she almost always misinterpreted responses. So when she didn't see it clipped onto his robes the next day, it was no surprise.
That's why it surprised her so when she found it in his cabinet that day. They were scouring his room for The Book of Unseeable Plants when she found it. For her, it was like finding water in the desert, a piece precious gold or ancient treasure that was thought to be burned in a raid.
"Neville? What's this?" she called, swinging around. She held it up high and his face turned a striking shade of crimson.
"I-uh... well... its a keychain."
"The keychain," Luna confirmed, almost cynically. Neville nodded, shrinking.
"How come you never wore it?" the blonde pressed on. Her usual airy facade of was aloof stripped away, leaving a serious young woman. It was a attitude she usually wore for her studies.
"... I don't know...?" The reply came meekly, so soft that it was almost impossible to hear.
The Ravenclaw nodded knowingly, her mystical goofiness came flooding back. "You don't know? A Yellow-Barf Kneezle must have stolen it, they're very mischievious, they're leprachaun pets you know. It is widely believed that they can erase your memories and read minds! They are quite fascinating!." Or was something else? Don't you want to be my best friend? she sighed mentally.
A Yellow-Barf Kneezle purred, amused, from the shadows of the corner. Nay lassie. Me thinks he's wantin' t' be somethin' more.
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