Luna was sitting in the lounge at home, staring at her and Neville's wedding picture. She had a beautiful white dress on, Luna wanted to wear blue but Neville's Nan was quite strict and traditional on the whole scenario. Since the war, Neville had matured greatly; Luna remembered how he ran to her confessing his love.

"Luna, Luna!" cried Neville with a little bit of blood trickling down his cheek.
"Neville? What's happened?"
"We've won, Luna. He's dead, Voldemort's dead!" Luna instantly launched into a hug, just happy that the war was finally over, that Neville was safe.
"I love you, Luna," Neville whispered in her ear.
"And I love you too," she smiled.
"No, I really love you. I'm madly in love with you. Ridiculously in love with you. I want to spend my entire life with you," Neville exclaimed, staring Luna right in the eye.
"Where has this come from, Neville?" Luna spoke softly, placing her hand on the side of his cheek.
"It's always been here, from that moment we met in that carriage so many years ago. I'm in love with you Luna; tell me you love me too?" Luna looked at Neville in disbelief, her eyes wide open. She had to take time to consider if she did actually love Neville or did she just see him as a dear old friend,
"I love you too, Neville," Luna admitted, not 100% sure if she actually was.

Luna stretched out her hand looking at the small diamond which was on her finger, smiling to herself.
"I do love him," she whispered to herself, watching as the ring sparkled. Luna gazed up at the clock to see that it was 2pm, "I best text Ginny and ask how her night was." As she stood up from the chair, she heard a noise come from the hallway.
"Hello?" Luna called out, stopping in her pace, footsteps began to near the door and it slowly opened. Neville poked his head around the corner grinning widely.
"NEVILLE!" Luna exclaimed, running over and hugging him.
"LuLu, I've missed you,"
"What are you doing back so early? You told me you wouldn't be back till next month?" Luna questioned while kissing his face. Neville laughed, cupping her face,
"I just couldn't keep myself away from you, I missed you too much. I told work that I had found what I needed and got the first plane back," he gave Luna a big kiss while running his hand through her hair, "Now where's dinner?"
"It's only 2pm," Luna smiled.
"Good, that means we can go out for dinner."
"But Neville, it's only 2pm!" Luna repeated in amusement.
"Fine, we'll wait till 7. What can we do in the mean time?"
"Oh, I think I can think of something," Luna giggled. Neville's eyes suddenly sparkled,
"And what would that be?" he asked. Luna leant in, brushing her lips ever so slightly against Neville's ear,
"We could go shopping," she barely whispered. Neville gave a loud sigh and shrugged his shoulders,
"I'll get my coat."

***
"How was the wedding?" Neville asked as the two of them got into the back of a taxi.
"Wonderful, it was just so beautiful. Ron got drunk, as usual. It was quite funny actually," Luna giggled as she rethought Ron's speech.
"And how about you? Did you enjoy yourself? I'm sure you were fighting the men off you with sticks," Neville grinned.
"I doubt it. They know that I have 'Neville snake slayer Longbottom' as my husband," Luna cooed, running her hand through his hair. Neville winced at what she said and scowled instantly,
"LuLu, I've told you not to mention that. Especially not in public. We're not those people anymore-"
"- What people? You mean magic people?" Luna whispered, glancing at the taxi driver, "Neville, I know that the war was horrific for everybody but we can't shut off a part of our body which-"
"-Luna, I will only tell you once. Do not mention that word around me; do not mention anything about the past to me. Fair enough, we still keep in contact with a few friends from the past that is all. Nothing but disaster and pain occurred from our time spent at Hogwarts. Allow me to forget," Neville spat, staring out the window of the taxi.

Luna gave a heavy sigh and turned her head and rested it against the window. The coolness of the glass seemed to calm her temper, she loved Neville, but she did not love how she seemed to have to hide herself from the world. Neville was the reason why she couldn't keep the Quibbler running, why she couldn't wear her eccentric jewellery. Neville was the reason why she was no longer 'Loony Lovegood'.

The pair walked down the street hand in hand, acting as if they had never had that high tempered vow in the back of the taxi.
"Where would you like to look?" Neville asked Luna as they walked down Oxford Street.
"Urm, I'm not sure," Luna replied her eyes glazing over.
"LuLu, you need to focus," Neville smiled, nudging her gently. Luna blinked twice and laughed. She walked past a small little shop and noticed a beautiful dress in the window.
"Oh, Neville, look how beautiful it is!" Luna exclaimed, placing her hands against the glass. Neville looked at the dress and laughed loudly,
"Luna, it's made out of bloody peacock feathers! That's not even nice-"
"-Well, I like it," Luna muttered, walking into the shop.

Neville slumped himself against a chair in the corner of the shop while Luna went in the back to try on the dress. He gave a heavy sigh and pulled out his phone glancing at the time, 5:54 .
"Where has the time gone?" Neville asked himself, sliding the phone back into his pocket.
"What do you think, Nev?" Luna squealed as she walked out the dressing room in the dress. The bust was covered in multiple gems and then the bottom of the dress was made out of extravagant peacock feathers, cut at the front to reveal Luna's legs.
"It's something alright," Neville replied.
"I love it!" Luna exclaimed, turning to the shop keeper, "How much is it?"
"£115," the shop keeper replied, "But for you, £75." Luna turned to Neville, who was shaking his head violently,
"I'll take it!"

"I wish you'd stop buying clothes, we never go anywhere," Neville moaned as they walked out the shop.
"You might not, but I do. Mustn't forget that I still have friends, Nev," Luna giggled. Neville gave a light laugh and wrapped his arm around Luna; they walked into a brightly lit restaurant and ask the waiter for a table.

"Yes, monsieur, table for two. The average waiting time shall be half an hour?"
"Half an hour?" Neville exclaimed, "What are we meant to do for half an hour?"
Luna whispered, "Nev, we'll just wait-"
"-No LuLu, this is unacceptable."
"Neville?" said a deep voice. Neville snapped his head back and his eyes widened in disbelief,
"M-M-Malfoy?" he stuttered. Luna felt her stomach drop but didn't dare turn her head to see if it was true.
"It is you! I've overheard that you're having table problems? Come sit with me mate, my date isn't coming so I might as well have a friend-"
"-Urm, I'd love to, but I'm with my wife."
"Wife?" Draco questioned, faking surprise.
"Yeah," Neville smiled with pride, "Meet my wife, Luna Longbottom."

Neville pulled Luna into the view of Draco who was eyeing her up eagerly.
"Luna, what a surprise! Wow, congratulations you two! How long have you been married?"
Luna opened her mouth to answer but Neville answered first,
"8 months," he smiled.
"8 months? Wow," Draco smiled, though there was a very tiny tone of sarcasm in his voice, "Come on. I'll even pay for your meal, come sit down with me." Neville looked towards Luna and took her hand, pulling her over to Draco's table.

"Who was your date?" Neville asked, sitting opposite Draco.
"You don't know her, just some random girl from the office. Ah well, you win some you lose some," Draco smirked, glancing over at Luna. She was sitting in between both Neville and Draco.
"Can I have some wine?" Luna asked Neville quietly.
"You don't need to ask permission!" Draco exclaimed, pouring Luna a glass of red wine.
"I'm not sure, Malfoy, she can be quite the drinker when she wants to be," Neville laughed, taking the glass from her. Luna stared at the menu, hoping that she was dissolve into the ground and just disappear from this situation.

Draco looked at Neville oddly, watching as he gave the glass of red wine to waiter,
"So, Nev, can I call you Nev? What are you doing with yourself since the big war?" Draco smiled, handing his menu back to the waiter.
"Me and LuLu have given up magic, the war just ruined so many peoples lives. I work for the government finding plants which can be used for medicines and other things," Neville replied.
"You've given up magic?" Draco repeated in shock, "Luna, how could you?"
"Well, it was for the best," Neville interrupted. Luna glanced at Draco then back to the table.
"Excuse me, I need to go to the toilet," Neville announced before getting up and leaving.

"You've given up magic? Why didn't you tell me?" Draco exclaimed, staring at Luna.
"I forgot. I haven't given up magic, only when Neville is around have I given it up-"
"-Luna, he controls you."
"He does not. He's very protective; he almost lost me once during the war he doesn't want to lose me again. I love him, that's all that matters."
"He obviously doesn't love you," Draco snarled.
"Excuse me?" Luna gasped.
"Look how much you have changed. If he really loved you, you'd be sat here right now wearing those bloody turnip earrings and zoning out of the conversation every two seconds. You're not the Luna I know," Draco replied, "Tell 'Nev' that something has come up and my apologises for having to leave so rudely," Draco added while standing up from the table, putting some money down.

"Draco, wait-" Luna called, hoping that he would listen. Draco looked over his shoulder and raised his eyebrow,
"What?"
"I'll owl you sometime?"
Draco gave a big smirk and nodded his head,
"I'll ask Harry for your number, it might be safer to text," Draco winked before leaving. Luna put her cold hand against her face, instantly feeling the temperature difference.
"Where's Malfoy gone?" Neville asked in disappointment.
"Oh, he's, err, something came up, he apologises," Luna replied glancing at the empty space.
"Ah. What a top chap he has turned out to be aye? Can you pass me the salt?"