You're not Handsome (Harry Potter, Neville/Luna, #1)
Title: You're not handsome
Author/Artist: _infinite_enemy
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood
Fandom:Harry Potter
Theme: #1 Look over here
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
“Haha!” Neville looked up from The Quibbler that he was reading and pointed at a picture of himself melting a cauldron.
“What?” Luna was sitting next to him at the Gryffindor House Table in the Great Hall, her dreamy eyes picking shapes out of her oatmeal. Neville slid the article towards her. “It’s me!” She scanned it with a brief smile.
“Oh yes. I gave that picture to my father, and he loved it so much that he had to have an article about it.”
“You liked a picture of me?”
“Yeah.” She looked up from the picture to the boy across from her, and Neville’s face turned slightly red.
“That’s nice of you.”
“Yeah.” She agreed. “Even though you’re not very handsome, I like you.”
“W-What?”
“Even though you’re not-“
“No, I heard you.” He said hurriedly. Luna smiled at him and went back to her oatmeal as if nothing had happened. She was always doing that-saying odd things and then pretending that no one would think anything odd about it.
There was a moment of silence between the two friends as Neville looked at the picture and Luna at the oatmeal.
“Er…Luna?” Neville asked awkwardly, at last. “What do you mean when you say you like me? I mean, if you only mean that we’re friends I…er…I mean.”
Luna’s eyes bugged out at him.
“You’re the only friend I’ve ever really had.” She said obviously. “Of course I like you.”
“But I’m not handsome or smart or…”
“Neither are Pershuushes but they’re my favorite animal.”
“Yeah.” Neville knew all about the small ferret-like animals that supposedly lived under the beds of people with brown hair. He’d overheard one of the boys in Ravenclaw ranting about finding her under his bed one morning, claiming to be looking for them.
“But not like...kissing-like me, right?”
“Kissing-like? Like, would I kiss you if given the chance?”
“Erm…I guess that’s what I’m asking you…”
“Of course I would. Even though kissing can give you mono.”
“Mono? Luna, there’s no such think as…”
Mono or not, Luna leaned forward and pressed her lips against Neville’s. Her large eyes were closed, his open, and it only lasted a moment.
She sat back and looked at him as if he was now a bowl of oatmeal.
“But I’ll risk Mono for you.”
Neville smiled and reached his hand to hers on the table.
“Me too.”
Author/Artist: _infinite_enemy
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood
Fandom:Harry Potter
Theme: #1 Look over here
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
“Haha!” Neville looked up from The Quibbler that he was reading and pointed at a picture of himself melting a cauldron.
“What?” Luna was sitting next to him at the Gryffindor House Table in the Great Hall, her dreamy eyes picking shapes out of her oatmeal. Neville slid the article towards her. “It’s me!” She scanned it with a brief smile.
“Oh yes. I gave that picture to my father, and he loved it so much that he had to have an article about it.”
“You liked a picture of me?”
“Yeah.” She looked up from the picture to the boy across from her, and Neville’s face turned slightly red.
“That’s nice of you.”
“Yeah.” She agreed. “Even though you’re not very handsome, I like you.”
“W-What?”
“Even though you’re not-“
“No, I heard you.” He said hurriedly. Luna smiled at him and went back to her oatmeal as if nothing had happened. She was always doing that-saying odd things and then pretending that no one would think anything odd about it.
There was a moment of silence between the two friends as Neville looked at the picture and Luna at the oatmeal.
“Er…Luna?” Neville asked awkwardly, at last. “What do you mean when you say you like me? I mean, if you only mean that we’re friends I…er…I mean.”
Luna’s eyes bugged out at him.
“You’re the only friend I’ve ever really had.” She said obviously. “Of course I like you.”
“But I’m not handsome or smart or…”
“Neither are Pershuushes but they’re my favorite animal.”
“Yeah.” Neville knew all about the small ferret-like animals that supposedly lived under the beds of people with brown hair. He’d overheard one of the boys in Ravenclaw ranting about finding her under his bed one morning, claiming to be looking for them.
“But not like...kissing-like me, right?”
“Kissing-like? Like, would I kiss you if given the chance?”
“Erm…I guess that’s what I’m asking you…”
“Of course I would. Even though kissing can give you mono.”
“Mono? Luna, there’s no such think as…”
Mono or not, Luna leaned forward and pressed her lips against Neville’s. Her large eyes were closed, his open, and it only lasted a moment.
She sat back and looked at him as if he was now a bowl of oatmeal.
“But I’ll risk Mono for you.”
Neville smiled and reached his hand to hers on the table.
“Me too.”