WHAT DO YOU SEE? ━━ ❝ six years after the war, neville is invited to a party that happens every year in celebration of survival and such. what happens when he see's his long time crush there and true feelings are out in the open for the first time...
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He stopped in front of her as she shyly smiled and batted her eyelashes at him.
"Um... hi, Luna..... I was..... I was, um.... I was wondering if.... if you would like to... to dance with me?" He asked. His heart beat a mile a minute. It felt like he was standing there for ages. He felt stupid when she didn't answer. "Um.... thas alright, you don't really have t-"
"I would love to." She said quietly. He snapped his head up at her in shock and disbelief.
"Yeah!? I mean, um.... great..." he held out his hand and she nimbly placed her small hand in his. His breathing was shaky. He took a deep breath and walked her to the dance floor.
He let go of her hand and placed them on her hips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He tried to keep a nice amount of distance away from her, for it was already awkward enough.
"I don't bite." She said to him. He snapped out of his reverie and looked at her.
"I'm sorry?" He said. She giggled. A pink blush splashed her cheeks as she looked away.
"I said I don't bite." She moved closer to him and wrapped her arms tighter around his neck. He could feel her breath on his neck as she slowly rested her head on his shoulder. His breath hitched in his throat. This is the closest he had ever been to her, or any girl in general. He held onto her tighter and snaked his hands tighter around her small waist. They swayed to the slow song, not saying a thing.
As they were swaying, they didn't notice Ron and Hermione move closer to them, until they bumped into each other. Hermione yelped and clutched her foot.
"Ouch! It is just too close in here! We need more space!" She said, Ron held onto her and blushed. Neville and Luna both looked at them, then at each other.
"C'mon Mione, let's just dance." Ron said, swaying away from them. Neville turned back to Luna. She stood there quietly, looking at her shoes. He cleared his throat.
"Um.... do ya want to find a better place to dance?" She looked up and nodded her head. He carefully grabbed her hand and led her around the pub in search of a better place to dance.
As he looked, there was no where to dance at without most likely stepping on someone else's foot. Luna tapped his shoulder and pointed across the room to the small room that he had seen Harry, Ron, and Hermione go in previously.
"How about there?" She asked softly. He nodded his head and gulped.
"Ye-yeah....... sure." He led her to the small room and walked in. He let go of her hand. "D-do you want the door open?" She shook her head and he closed it. The music was muffled through the door, but was still audible to hear.
She looked around the room and walked over to the window. The moonlight shone off of her pale creamy skin, illuminating her presence, her very being. She looked angelic to him. He walked over and stood next to her, trying to see what she was seeing.
Outside of the window, black Thestrals were flying away, in front of the moon almost. He could see them. She turned slightly towards him.
"Can you see them?" She asked. He nodded his head.
"Yeah, both of my parents died." He said sadly. She moved closer to him until they were both brushing shoulders.
"I'm sorry. May I ask how?" She grabbed his hand and squeezed it.
"Um.... Bellatrix and a few other deatheaters used the crucio curse on them until they went insane. They were put in St. Mungo's but eventually there was nothing the doctors could do and they didn't really remember anything or know how to support themselves, so they just died. I watched them take their last and final breaths." A tear escaped his eye, he sniffed and quickly wiped it away, turning from her so she wouldn't see.
She reached out and touched his arm. "Oh Neville, I'm so sorry...... I can see them too. My mom died in front of me when I was nine. She was doing experimental spells and something went wrong." She frowned. He turned to her. He didn't know that, but she didn't know about his parents either.
He pulled her into a comforting embrace. Wrapping his arms around her, holding her. Not only was he comforting her and letting her know that he cared, but he also needed a hug. He had never shared that with anyone. Nobody knew they died but him and his Gran.
He pulled away from her and she stood up on her tippy toes and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. He didn't pull away, she did. He had his eyes closed, but when he opened them, she had her back turned to him. Ge frowned, had he done something wrong?
