"Enjoying your pudding Luna?"
I look up from my cream covered plate to see Harry looking down at me. His glasses were askew, and his hair ruffled. His Quiddich robes were cakes with mud and he was dripping wet.
I smiled up at him. "It's lovely, how was training?"
His eyes rolled back to see his skull and them returned to me. "Not so lovely, it poured down on us."
I scooted over on the chair to make room for him. "Have a seat."
He looked torn, but sat down nonetheless. "You know something Luna?"
I looked at him, curious. "What's that?"
"Come with me."
Without another word, Harry gently pulled me to my feet, and lead me out of the Great Hall. He walked, talking to me as he went, until we reached his Common Room.
"What are we doing here?" I looked around, confused as to why we were there.
"You can come out now."
As an answer to Harry's call, a figure walked out of the portrait.
"Why hello Neville."
Neville looked very nervous, and me speaking to him directly didn't seem to help that. He played with the bottom if his shirt, and couldn't seem to lift his eyeline from his shoes.
Harry cleared his those making Neville jump. "I'll leave you to it then Neville."
Neville panicked. He looked from Harry to me, stuttering incoherent sounds of the words 'but' and 'wait'. Harry did nothing but wink at him, walking into the portrait just as Neville had come out.
I turned to him. "Hello."
"H-h-hello."
I smiled kindly up at him. "What's wrong?"
Neville began to fiddle with his hands. "It's your birthday tomorrow, is that right?"
My smile widened. "That's right! How did you know?"
"You told me three weeks ago.
I looked at him. How in the world did he remember that?
"So I did!"
That seemed to boost his confidence a minuscule amount. "We'll I got you something, but I want to give it to you now."
I gaped. "You didn't have to, Neville."
"It's a present for both of us, actually."
I laughed. "That explains it."
He bit his lip, looking at me properly. "Do you want it still?"
I smiled at him. "Of course I do."
He took a step towards me. "It's not a present you can share with others."
I took one to equal his. Now we were only inches apart. "Okay."
He took my face in his hands, tilting my face up to his. Our noses touched, and his eyes locked onto mine.
"Happy birthday."
With that, Neville leaned down and kissed me. Sparks shot through my veins like bullets escaping their guns, and it was in that moment that turning 16 finally felt like something to be celebrated. And I guess that I am no longer sweet sixteen and never been kissed.
