A/N: I don't own Harry Potter. Don't flame. It's not nice.
Luna's POV
I looked up into the gaping face of Neville Longbottom.
He had a cute face.
It was so round.
He had just plowed me over.
And I didn't care.
"H-h-hey Luna," he said, his face turning bright red. "Hello Neville," I said, my face going slightly pink. "Y-y-you dropped your book," he said, picking up my book and handing it to me.
As he handed me the book, our fingers touched and he nearly fell over.
"Oh," I said,"Neville, your shoelace is untied." He looked down at his feet.
I hurried off.
I decided that if Neville and I ever bumped into each other like that again, I would want to kiss him.
I would feel very compelled to do so.
So I must not see him. I must avoid him.
R&R for donuts and coffee!