DISCLAIMER: I dont own sadly! :'(

I'm really sorry if there are any mistakes, its two in the morning here i've spent an hour looking for mistakes but I probably havent done a good job, I've been writing this most of the night and I think this is as good as I'm really going to get it.

This was requested and I wasnt originally going to write it but then this idea came to me earlier and I needed a big cheer up and Nev and Lu always cheer me up! Its bit of a big step from the first chapter but I felt it was needed really, I hope the characters are written well if not tell me in the reviews and I'll do some editing!
Thank you to everyone who has favourited me as an author or favourited any of my stories! and a BIIIIG thank you to those who review, you know who you are ;-)!

Enjoy!

Many months had passed since her fathers tragic death, many months of nightmares, tears and melancholy. Neville had re-abided to his own small flat just a few short weeks after the romantic morning they had shared together, neither had yet to say a word on what they truly felt they gained from that breakfast. Luna thought for the best, she was still grieving over her father and was un-sure if she really just wanted comfort rather than commitment.

In the months that had passed the two friends still saw each other every week but Neville had found a small job in Diagon Alley as a waiter in a café which limited their time together, so sometimes Luna would pop into say hello however Neville's fragile old boss Mr Sneebly was not very fond of her extreme personality as her visits normally brought complains from the customers, so she would make her visits short and sweet, telling Neville when they would next properly meet up.

In the times when Neville and Luna would meet up at the Leaky Cauldron they would engage in a full conversation of how their week had gone, whether Luna was still coping well and what ridiculous errands had Mr Sneebly made Neville run for him. However their was a tension in their weekly come together this particular time -a tension radiating from Neville. Luna dismissed this unfamiliar atmosphere at first and fully engrossed herself in a one-sided conversation about how she thought that some Nargles may have made a home in her flat, how she had lost her favourite mug and her lucky turquoise slippers that her mother had once owned. Neville simply looked into his drink.

'Neville, I think your hair is ever-so-full of wrackspurts again!' Luna exclaimed loudly, some witches in the corner tutted.

She sighed and looked at him earnestly, her eyes boring into his soul, she always very good at reading him and could very well tell that something was on his mind.

He looked at her sheepishly, somehow Luna made him feel like this brave strong hero and then he gave him that look and he felt so very small next to her, so very weak and timid.

He gave in and took her small fragile hand in his rough calloused one, her look immediately softened and she rubbed her thumb over the back of his palm, yet he still felt so timorous.

'I-…Lun-…' with his free hand he rubbed his face, stretching out his anxious facial expression, his brow furrowed and he inhaled and exhaled deeply 'I very much admire you Luna, I think y-you are aware of that' he looked into her eyes for confirmation but he saw nothing but a dreamy glaze, he swallowed a hard knot in his throat before continuing 'I was wondering-and this is only a suggestion. I was just wondering if you would like to go out for a meal together, as in-'

'-a date?' she asked, almost whispered.

He looked up to find she wasn't even looking at him anymore, she was looking towards the door and before he could authenticate her question she leaned into his ear and left him with a whisper that travelled down his spine,

'Yes, that would be very nice'

The night of the date arrived far to quickly for Neville. He had no idea why his palms were so sweaty or where this jittering feeling in his stomach had appeared from as he stood on Luna's door step, daring himself to knock. He composed himself, standing at the straightest angle he could without his back snapping and he knocked on the door with three raps. As he waited he heard a stumble and light step approach the door, the keys rattled and the bolt slid open, suddenly his nerves were gone as his eyes lay upon the striking fair haired woman before him. She wore a dress that floated around her thighs, it was a brilliant shade of red and her feet wore a pale, almost peach coloured pair of flat shoes, she was never one for heels which he was grateful for as he loved the height difference between them both it was just right. Since his school days he had grown into a tall man, a tall quite lean man.

She invited him inside her house and he took a glance at the small clock hanging on the brightly painted wall, he was 10 minutes early and was really in no rush, he wanted to spend as much time as humanly possible with Luna. However her atmosphere was different, she wore a look that Neville had never before seen, she bit her lip and Neville looked at her hands, they were trembling slightly. He took one and led her to the couch sitting her down, she smiled, letting go of his hands and instead of letting them fall on her lap she reached up to fix his tie which was hanging quite loose. In fixing his tie she had moved herself considerably closer to Neville, their arms touching. Without thinking Neville placed his rough large hand on the bare of her knee to comfort her and she sat up slightly in surprise, turning her body to Neville. His warm chocolate eyes looked deep into her cool ones, her eyes were nervous and every so often darted to his slightly parted lips. She felt his large thumb rub a soothing, calming circle on the side of her knee, she closed her eyes if just for a moment to think about the innoncent touch before opening them in shock as a pair of lips crushed on top of hers. Within seconds of opening her eyes they were closed again, her lips responding to Neville's and her hands entwining with his short hair, he had one hand on her back and his other hand that previously occupied her knee was now firmly on her hip, keeping Luna close, though she would never venture far from him ever again.

Neville had not been aware of the muggle radio playing very softly in the background, and the music floated around the passionate couple as there date was long forgotten about.

''Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand, take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you'

I mean it now, this is finished;-)!

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