AN: this is a mixture of things that happen in the books, movies, and my head. Enjoy!

Day 2: Love

Neville was running, looking for Luna. The Death Eaters were attacking. Everyone was running in different directions. He ran into Harry.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked.

"Never better! I feel like I can spit fire!" Neville exclaimed. "You haven't seen Luna, have you?"

"Luna?" Harry asked.

"I'm mad for her!" Neville replied. "I think it's about time I told her, since we'll probably both be dead by dawn!"

He turned around and ran in another direction. He just had to find her! He didn't want to die without her knowing. He wanted to find her, but at the same time he had to fight. If he fought he might die, but if he didn't fight he would get killed anyway. He decided to fight and hope that they would live.

As he, professor Sprout and a group of other students that were good at Herbology were attacking with dangerous plants, he though he caught a glimpse of her blond hair but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

During the whole war he kept his eye out for her, but he didn't see her.

The war ended. Harry defeated Voldemort. Neville killed the snake, he felt great. He sat on some stairs holding the Sword of Gryffindor when Luna came and sat down next to him. They acknowledged each other with a smile and just sat there for a while, just thinking about how this was all over now and how great they felt.

They sat like that for a while until Neville stood up and held his hand out to Luna.

"Care to find out how our friends are doing?" Neville asked Luna. Luna took his hand and together they went in to the Great Hall, seeing that all their friends were just slightly injured. They sat down at the Gryffindor table; Neville put the sword down next to him on the table.

"I really like you, Luna," Neville said, looking her in the eyes, "More than just a friend."

"That's very sweet of you," Luna replied. "I feel the same way." Neville just smiled.

"But why do you like me?" Luna asked. "I mean, look, there are all those girls over there looking at you. Aren't I just 'Loony Lovegood'?"

"Maybe you are, but that's what I like about you," Neville answered, with a smile.

"I'm going nargle hunting this summer. Would you like to come with me?" Luna asked.

"I would love that." Neville replied.

And together they left the Great Hall, hand in hand.

They were both in love.