Harry and Co. Belong to J.K.

I was happily surprised by the response to this story. I personally am a huge N/L shipper.

Never fear. Luna and Neville will be together.

Thanks to everybody who reviewed. I was not expecting to update so soon but you guys inspired me.

Enjoy...

Neville stared at the envelope sitting on his desk. 'Should he open it? If he did, should he write back? What should he say?'. Neville grabbed his letter opener, which was a mini replica of the sword of Gryffindor and opened it. The sword had been a gift from Harry to thank him for fulfilling his promise.

He almost tore it up, but he forced himself to read the delicate writing. It was slightly off center, and a little spotted but still legible.

Dearest Neville,

Sorry to write you so soon after our last letter, but I have an important

request. As you know, Rolf and I have been compiling the new species of

animals we've encountered. I have found a most extraordinary plant, it

resembles gillyweed.

(Neville snorted, Luna couldn't tell Gillyweed from Flubberworm Mucus,

even when he had pointed it out to her.)

Rolf being the more adventures of the two, decided to try it out.

Apparently it is poisonous, but before you worry Rolf is all right.

(He swallowed back a laugh, 'worried on Rolf's behalf?' He hoped the git would end up lost in a cave somewhere, that was about the extent of his thoughts for Rolf)

I do however need to know what it is. I had decided to send it but I feel owl

post can be unreliable. Especially with all the Soliguens around, you know

how much they enjoy owl meat.

(Neville tried not to imagine what Soliguens were and why they ate owl meat. Neville shuddered in disgust and hoped this was just another of Luna's imaginary animals.)

I will of course, be visiting you at Hogwarts. I figured I could spend the Christmas holidays with you. Oddly Rolf was not pleased with the idea. Between you and me, I think he fears, I'll discover some unknown animal without him.

(Neville narrowly missed burning himself with tea, Rolf no doubt wished him to Hades. Neville moped up the mess on his desk, gingerly moving the rest of the parchment of the soaked table.)

I should be arriving before you get this letter. (Neville burned himself this time, sputtering and gagging on his sip of tea. She was already in England. He glared at the parchment, what kind of warning was that.)

I almost forgot, perhaps we can search for Nargles. I may have found a way to make them leave their mistletoe nests. I fear we may spend a lot of time under the mistletoe for this mission. (Neville gave up on tea all together. At this rate, he would end up at Madam Pomfrey's again.)

I should probably tell you, I'm here. I gave the owl the letter from the owlery.

I missed Hogwarts, so I decided to walk here from the platform.

With Love,

Luna

Neville grabbed his robes, threw his coat on and ran straight out of his office. He narrowly missed Rose Weasley. "Sorry," he yelled back. The poor girl had her hand on her chest in fright and was currently plastered to the wall.

Neville knew he should probably slow down but it had been three years since that disastrous day, the day he had confessed his love to her. They had kept up through post, both ignoring the conversation of that long ago day.

He made it to the grounds and would have continued running but he noticed the swarm of students. No need to look like a lovesick school boy, even though he still was that in many ways.

He glimpsed the tower of the Owlery, it beckoned him. He felt almost an invisible lure, like a sailor being called to the rocks by a Siren. His own blonde siren, was standing on the top of the rock wall that encircled the tower.

She glimpsed him and waved enthusiastically. Unfortunately she was standing on snow, which was not know for its sturdiness.

Before his eyes, Luna took a tumble of the wall. Neville picked up speed and ran to her aid. He turned the corner and stood in amazement. Luna was making snow angels.

"Bloody Hell!" he exclaimed, she had apparently landed in a snowdrift. "Neville, what a wretched thing to say to a friend." she said moving her arms up and down. Neville watched her, oddly enough she looked like an angel herself.

Her blonde hair was in disarray and the snow made it shine like melted sunshine. "Make an angel with me, Neville." she asked extending her hand to him. Together they made angels, holding hands with a familiarity born of friendship.

"Much as I enjoy laying in the snow with you, its getting dark. We should probably go."

Neville helped her up. She stood and her ankle crumpled beneath her. Neville blushed, "I think you hurt yourself when you fell." he said, placing one hand on her back to keep her steady. "It's a good thing, you're here to rescue me." she replied wrapping both arms around his neck.

"Yes…um…luck…ky" he stuttered. He slipped his arm underneath her legs and hoisted her up. "All those years of carrying giant plants have certainly paid off." she remarked burrowing deeper into his arms.

Neville nearly dropped her, the feel of her warm breath on his neck was driving him mad. He gulped and began the wonderfully long walk back to the school.

After several offers of help, which he gladly denied, they made it to the school steps. "Prof. Longbottom, do you need anything." a young Ravenclaw asked. "Please ask Madam Pomfrey to come to my office, tell her she has a patient." he replied. "Oh, 10 points to Ravenclaw for being helpful."

The student spluttered a thank you and ran to the Hospital Wing. "Luna, I'm taking you to my office." he whispered. Neville didn't know if she heard him but he liked how she looked, asleep in his arms.

Once in his office, he laid her gently on his couch. Neville was suddenly glad he had transfigured such a lovely and soft couch. He set about making tea, a knock on the door interrupted his silent study of her.

"Come in," he replied. Rose Weasley stood in the doorway, beside her a shy Scorpius Malfoy was struggling to hold all of Luna's bags. "Prof. We figured you might not have remembered…I mean been able to retrieve Ms. Luna's bags." Rose said.

"Thank you, Rose. 10 points to Gryffindor and Slytherin for such considerate thinking." Scorpius was taken aback at being included but he nodded politely. Rose carried the small satchel into the room and directed Scorpius with the rest of Luna's bags.

They left and Neville secretly wondered, if Ron knew who was hanging around his daughter. A second knock interrupted his musings as he called, "Come in."

Madam Pomfrey bustled in, "Prof. Longbottom, I was hoping not to see you so early after our last meeting." Neville resisted the urge to apologize. "It's Miss Luna," he refused to use her married name unless it was necessary. "She twisted her ankle. I just wanted a more experienced healer to see her." he shrugged.

"Flattery will help you this time, Prof." Pomfrey remarked a tinge of pink visible on her cheeks. "She seems ok. I'll wrap her ankle and make sure she stays comfortable." she finished. Neville nodded and after several minutes watched the door close behind the nurse.

"Neville?" Luna was wide awake, blinking her large eyes at him. "Your office is lovely, I especially like the photographs." she said sitting up gingerly.

"Dennis gave them to me after Colin's death. He said Colin was very proud of them." Neville explained trying not to think of the tiny body he had helped carry in after the battle.

"Death, does make one see things differently. Doesn't it." she nodded sagely. "Cup of tea?" Neville asked changing the morbid topic. "Yes, please."

"So about this plant?" he began handing her a hot cup. "It's in my satchel," she paused "I apologize, it's been a long trip." she yawned. "I could leave and you can sleep some more." he replied. "I do believe I will." she handed him back the untouched cup. Neville placed his own cup on the desk, reaching for the light blanket, he always kept in his office.

Luna laid down, he covered her and went to sit at his desk. There were parchments that still needed grading. With a sigh he seated himself and began to read.

"Neville?" she asked sleep overtaking her voice. "Yeah." he looked up. "It's nice to be back." she said and laid down to sleep.

Neville nodded, with renewed energy he drank his tea and continued grading papers. Every once in a while, he would look up and watch her, her breath even with sleep.

'Yes, it is.' he thought to himself.