Forget The Past- Hinny fanfic

Adding Fuel To Fire: Luna's PoV (yay!)

"Nevile!" I call out, brushing my hair in front of the vanity mirror. "I'm almost done, but I can't find my shoes!" Nevile calls back from his room, across the  hall from mine. I giggle, telling him about me thinking it was the nargles. He steps out, holding his shoes in I hand. "Luna, they were under my bed," he explains, a sly smile on his lips. I shrug, still thinking about the nargles. He chuckles, stepping out again, I sigh, standing and heading to catch up to him. "They do love messing with you, you know?" I suggest, walking down to tell my dad we were heading out. He just laughs, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards my dad.

"Mr.Lovegood?" Neville calls, walking into the kitchen where my dad was brewing tea. "Daddy, me and Neville are going to The Burrow, is that okay?" I ask, finishing for Neville. My dad agrees, kissing me on the forehead. "You take care of her and be back by eleven. Is Agusta going?" He asks Neville, making him look rather scared. "She left a while ago prof- I mean, sir. And yes, we'll be back before then," he responds. His voice only quivering slightly. I smile, wondering I I really do like Neville. See, I cake up with the conclusion a while ago, but I'm not sure if I do. Neville is very handsome and nice and sweet. He tugs at my arm and I snap back, realizing we have to go. I hold his hand, and he pulls out his wand. In less than you can say "Crumple-Horned Snorkack," we were with the Weasley's. "Well?" Neville asks, cracking a smile,"are we late?" 

Everyone is smiling or laughing, and Mrs. Weasley stands. "Well of course you are! Come on then, sit!" She says, grinning widely as she walks to us, giving us both a hug and a kiss on the cheek. If it wasn't Mrs.Weasley, I would have been mildly scared, but I'm used to it I guess. "You guys! Neville and Harry turning eighteen in a few weeks!" Hermione suddenly exclaims, realizing it suddenly. We all look at either or the other, and Mrs.Weasley smiles,"Well dears, what would you like?" Neville looks down, blushing slightly.

"Well, I dunno about Harry, but I was only planning on helping with the Hogwarts Renovations. They end August third," he explains. Ginny nods, reassuring of the date. Harry, opens his mouth as if to speak, but Ron interrupts. "Really mate, you're second birthday as an adult, don't you want something... I dunno... Bigger?" He asks, causing Hermione to shoot him a glare. "Nah, having Hogwarts back would be awesome," Neville replies, pushing his food around in his plate. "Yeah, me either. I wanted to umm... Finish cleaning up the house a bit and then heading out to help at Hogwarts. Or vise versa," he explains agreeing to what Neville was saying. I've already got both boys' presents. I got Neville a stack of new herbology books and a Nargle-free-safe. He's always loosing his stuff! I also got Harry some Quiditch gloves, I know how much Harry likes Quiditch. "Wait," Mr.Granger asks, his face showing confusion. "Ronald mentioned that it was his second year as an adult," he says slowly,"but if he's turning eighteen, wouldn't it mean it was the first?" He looks at Ron as if he was stupid, which he is, but I don't understand how he is being himself now.

"Dad," Hermione whispers loudly, clearing her throat. "In the wizarding world sir, when one turns seventeen, they are considered an adult and are allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts," Percy explains, not the least bothered by any looks that were being exchanged.
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"I don't understand what I did wrong," Ron complains, running a hand down his face. "You did nothing wrong, 'Mione's dad just doesn't like you," I respond before my friends. Hermione turns back to look at me, her eyes pleading. "Luna! Not helping," she cries, kneeling before Ron. Neville absentmindedly indly reaches for my hand, causing me to turn towards him. "Luna, Hermione, come with me will you?" Gimme asks, standing up from her place on Harry's lap. Hermione nods, standing and patting Ron's knee. We both follow, heading towards Ginny's and Hermione's shared bedroom.
{Third pov} :
"Okay, I have two questions; One, Luna, do you like Neville? And Two, 'Mione, are you going back to Hogwarts?" Ginny asks, trying to be quiet, since Teddy was sleeping. They had decided Ginny and Hermione were far more responsible than any of the boys living in that house. There was also the chance that Hermione would be going home, though there wasn't much of a home left. "Luna, answer first," Hermione smirks, eager to know that answer. Luna sighs, trying to find words that describe the real answer. "Well... Yes, but he's very dense, I doubt he knows, not that I really want him to know... Dad would be mad," she, finally, explains. Ginny rolls her eyes, totally shipping Nuna. "Luna! You can't say that! Ron is dense... And annoying... But I mean, he's- he's-," Hermione starts, getting cut off by Ginny.