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"No of course I don't hate chocolate. Who hates chocolate…" Neville raised his head from his parchment. His quill in midair and dripping ink onto his lesson plan. "Luna? Are you awake?"

She resumed snoring but he would periodically catch a word here and there. "Mistletoe… Neville. I thought you…"she trailed off and Neville swore when her sentence remained unfinished. He was never going to get anything done if he stayed in the same room with her.

After much arguing with himself, he gathered several quill and sheaves of parchment, determined to finish at least one letter. He left his office and headed towards the Astronomy Tower. Once perched on a stone terrace; he began to write his much overdue response to his wife.

Hannah,

How are you? I trust you are well. I am well and miss you terribly.

(Who was he kidding? Neville crumpled up the letter and began on a fresh piece of parchment.)

Hannah,

How are you? I am fine. How is Australia? I hope Dean is taking care of you. Luna is visiting for the holidays and says Hello. I need your advice and though I feel awkward asking you, I can't think of anybody who knows me better than you.

I'm still in love with her and yet can't seem to say a thing. I now I shouldn't feel like this anymore and am most ashamed to have to tell you this way. You know I would have preferred to do it face to face but I seem to lack the necessary courage. Some Gryffindor I turned out to be.

Please write back, I need you help desperately. You have found your happiness, help me find mine.

Love,

Neville.

He folded the paper and slid it neatly into its envelope. The owl had answered his summons and stretched a leg dutifully as Neville tied the letter to it. He stood and watched the owl hop off the parapets. He followed it death defying descent, admiring how it stretched its wings and flew into the sky.

For a brief moment he envied the owl. It was free to do what it wished and could glide free without any other concern but its destination. Neville returned to his perch, his mind casting him back unwillingly to the last time he had been at this spot.

"Neville. Are you listening to me?" Hannah waived a hand in his face, her voice heavy with exasperation. "Why don't you just go and stop that stupid wedding instead of moping about?" she asked him. Neville snapped out of his trance and shook his head. "What kind of tosser would I be if I did? I had my chance and she found someone else."

Hannah placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and she blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall. "Neville, you and I both know that ours is a marriage of friendship. The love you and Luna have is real." she explained. Neville looked up at his soon to be ex-wife and smiled.

"Have I ever told you that I don't deserve you." Hanna laughed and raised him from his spot. "Everyday sweetheart. You were there for me after my Michael died and I know that I will never have a better husband than you Neville." they embraced but it was with a heavy heart that Hannah let him go.

'Luna please take care of him, he's so much more fragile than he shows.'

"Neville?" he snapped from his self imposed misery, the smell of licorice wands superimposing itself into the sweet air. "You look rested." he replied. He took in her appearance and quickly smothered a laugh. Her hair was plastered to one side of her head and a turnip imprint was clear on her pale cheek.

"It is very peaceful up here, its no wonder you escaped." she spread out her arms twirling slightly until the pain of her injury reminded her once again that she was not well. "Wasn't that fixed? Oh I suppose pain teaches us to remember the more pleasant moments of life."

Neville stepped closer to her, his hand smoothing her hair. "I never thought of it that way." he replied softly. Luna observed the snow on the tower, her hand reaching out for the snowflakes. The coolness of the snowflakes helped to calm his feelings and letting him think more rationally.

"Luna about that plant. Would it be ok to have a look at it now?" he inquired turning to see what had gotten her attention. "Neville, look it's mistletoe. Now would be an excellent opportunity to examine for Nargles." Neville felt like he'd just swallowed pepper up potion.

He sighed in relief as it occurred to him that Luna was probably unaware of the traditions of this traitorous plant. "Better now than later." he muttered. He boosted Luna up and she pushed the plant around. Its little berries wiggling in delight of Luna's attentions.

"Well any Nargles that lived here have definitely abandoned it. What a shame. Its in much better condition than some of the homes I've found them in. Hmmm."

Neville carefully lowered Luna. He left her to pick up his extra pieces of parchment as he gathered them he wondered how quickly Hannah would respond. "Luna let's go inside and have a look at that plant and see if maybe it has magical prope…" he stopped mid sentence.

His brown eyes widened in shock at the spectacle before him. Luna was standing under the blasted little plant with her eyes closed and lips puckered. As delightful as this sight would have been normally, Neville suddenly felt like his collar was strangling him. 'Did she want me to kiss her?' His eager body took control of the situation and propelled him forward.

She gently lifted her an arm around his neck. He stared down at her blonde lashes which contrasted beautifully with the rosy hue on her cheeks. His own cheeks must be same shade and he reasoned that it was because it was cold and snowing and not because a beautiful witch had her hand resting on his heart.

"Neville, it's tradition." Neville cupped her face and he could almost swear that her hand had tightened on his cloak. She sensed his hesitation and her hand moved soothingly in his hair, "don't worry once they abandon their nests they don't come back." she murmured.

Neville drew down to her and captured her lips with his all the while thinking, 'thank Merlin for her imagination.' Luna's mouth pulled away too soon for his liking but he was determined to stay composed. "We have a long road ahead of us. Do you know how many mistletoes are strewed about the Library alone. Hundreds if not thousands." she continued completely oblivious to Neville's dreamy look.

"Hundreds? You don't say."