Neville hurtled up the stairs, almost tripping over with the speed he was taking his steps. He knew he had to find her before the Death Eaters and who-knows-what-else entered the campus of Hogwarts; he just had to. He stumbled slightly, then jumped, skipping atleast two steps in one go. He was panting now, beads of sweat were slowly beginning to glisten on his forehead, but no matter what he needed to get to Luna. He needed to tell her how she had been making him feel lately.

He sighed mid-run, he could still remember the day when he looked into her brilliant blue eyes and fell for her. With a smile, he slowed down, turning a corner with his hand running against the wall. They had been in the Room of Requirement at the time, and he and Seamus had been arranging the room to make it more comfortable. Luna, on the other hand, was sitting in a corner of the room with her head burried in an issue of the Quibler.

Seamus had told Neville that he had the 'perfect' banner for them to hand up on the wall, and had left with a goofy smile on his face. Neville had looked up to ask, but his eyes had trailed off and fixed themselves on Luna.

Her gossamer face - though adorned with scratches - was framed with her long and straggly, blonde hair. Her brilliant eyes had flickered upwards and she positively beamed at him. It was only then that an odd bubbling feeling burst in the pit of his stomach. He hadn't known it at the time, but that was when he had fallen in love with her.

That's right - he had fallen in love with her!

Luna came into view in the distance, and she whipped around from across the corridor, her wand held firmly in her hand. "Luna!" he yelled, though he wasn't entirely sure that that word had actually come out of his mouth.

But he stopped. What was he to say? Hi, Luna. I know we might die soon, so I guess I'll say this now - I love you! Okay, bye now.

Yeah, right. Luna didn't deserve that sort of confession - she was far too good for that. His stomach lurched; she was far too good for him, in fact. Maybe this wasn't the best thing for him to do? What if she thought of him as a - god forbid - brother? Would he be able to live with that?

"Neville!" Luna said, voice dreamy though slightly shaken. She rushed towards him, long hair trailing behind her. "What's wrong? Are the Death Eater's inside the castle already?"

"I - I.." he mumbled. Suddenly he was incapable of talking.

"What is it, Neville?" she asked, reaching out to touch his hand slightly. He gulped, and his eyes widened suddenly.

"It's - I - uh..."

"Neville," Luna blurted, "I.. I have to tell you something."

He licked his dry lips, a heavy stone in his stomach. He nodded, his green eyes fixed on her blue. "Y-Yes...?" he managed to squeak.

"I don't know how to put this, really," she said, looking down at his hand, "I.. I suppose you could say that I.. well, I mean to say that it's feasible that I have grown to.. to like you."

Neville couldn't manage to speak, the feeling in his stomach lifted to be replaced by entwined feelings of happiness and rejoice, of butterflies and.. and love. He didn't need to say anything, because he was sure, by the look on her face, that Luna knew he reciprocated the feelings.

And she leaned forward, on the tips of her toes, lips puckered and eyes closed. Their lips connected, and he dropped the wand in his hand and wrapped his arms around her tightly. It felt amazing.