I do not own these guys:'(! I so wish I did because then they would have actually gotten together in the books!

This is based on the song 'You always make me smile' But only slightly, blink and you'll miss the references:')

I also added in two songs that Luna and Nev dance to and I think they're quite fitting, the first is 'How do you like your eggs' by Dean Martin and the second is 'Can't help falling in love' by good old Elvis Presley, I dont own these two amazing songs either!:(

Enjoy!

The sun was shining into the colourful kitchen, bouncing off the orange table cover and beaming over the blue cupboards and drawers. The muggle radio was blurring out an upbeat muggle song and a tall well built man in the kitchen was dancing around whilst making breakfast, singing along although he didn't really know the words, but he'd heard the song once before,

'How do you like your eggs in the morning? I like mine with a kiss

Boiled or fried? I'm satisfied as long as I get my kiss!'

He swayed his hips from side to side, flipping pancakes as he did so. Unaware of the small blonde woman standing in the doorway, eyes filled with amusement and tapping her feet to the catchy tune as she stared at the man wiggling his arse. She walked over to his side and he finally noticed her, flashing her a crooked grin, he grabbed hold of her hands and started to dance with her, quite badly but he knew it would cheer the small woman up. He span her around, her hair floating delicately and she laughed for the first time in days after her father had died. She looked towards the breakfast he appeared to be making and he walked over to it, flipping over the pancakes, eggs and bacon as the blonde haired beauty sat upon the kitchen worktop, both were smiling and the man was whistling and swaying his hips again.

You see the two young adults in the kitchen had been best friends for what seemed to be an eternity and just like when Neville's grandmother had died and Luna had took up residence in his house, he did the same for her. Both were like a medicine to each other, they knew how to make each other well again. Luna stayed by Neville's side for most of his days, stroking his hands and letting him cry on her shoulder, whereas Neville would be ridiculously cheesy and make her breakfast in the mornings, dance with her when she needed to be cheered up and on one occasion took her to France for a change of scenery and a breath of fresh air. Though they rarely admitted it to themselves and never admitted it to each other, they were both deeply in love.

Luna would catch herself running her hands through his short messy hair when they were sat watching old muggle movies together, or staring at him when he wasn't realising and just wishing to trace the perfect, strong jaw he now had covered in stubble, and when they hugged, oh when they hugged, she could feel his lean muscles he'd built over the war that were still present and she felt weak in the knees.

Neville would find himself drowning in her wide eyes whenever she'd ask him a question about the plants in his house, her eyes would be filled with curiosity and amazement as he explained all about them and what creatures you'd find near these plants, he knew she'd love to hear about the creatures so in advance he'd do a slight bit of research on them, even if that meant searching hours in the wizarding public library and staying up in his study till an absurd hour. He liked the way that sometimes she slipped her petite soft hand into his large rough hand, filled with cuts from thorn scratches, and how sometimes he'd absentmindedly rub his large thumb over the back of porcelain-like-skin, and trace a scar she still had from the war, she'd had most of the large scars magically removed but she wished to keep a small one as a memory that she didn't get this far without having to fight.

And here in the small kitchen was such a domestic scene, the one they'd both fought for. The music on the radio died down and a new song began to play, much softer and slower. Luna jumped off the counter and walked over to her small red kettle, it was already filled with water that Neville had poured in so she put it on to boil, raiding her cupboards for two mugs and the teabag and sugar jars. Neville was humming along to the gentle music whilst plating up the breakfast, he looked over at Luna whose smile had began to drop. He walked over and placed his large hands upon her small waist and danced slowly, he was a much better slow dancer Luna thought. Her hands made the silent short jounrey up to his neck and she lent her head against his chest, she toyed and tussled the hair on the nape of his neck wth her trembling fingers.

'You need a hair cut..' Luna sighed gracefully

'Hmm' Neville agreed tranquilly

And so they danced quite dosmetically.

'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 fnished it there because I just thought it was quite an innocent moment, no kiss but a mutual agreement of sorts that they would eventual end up together and blablabla!
I'll probably keep this as a one-shot:-)
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-Sam:-)!X