Author's Notes: Written for Asking Me Where My Love Grows' First Kiss Challenge on the HPFC forum.

Neville/Luna angers me. So much.


Neville stood in the corridor, memorizing the halls of the castle, the only place he had ever been truly happy, very well aware that within hours, he would probably be dead and never see any of this again.


He turned around slightly, and saw Luna Lovegood. She had her usual warm, dreamy smile on her face, and looked every bit as serene now, preparing for battle, as she ever had.


"You're scared," she observed. "Of dying in the battle."

He nodded. "Yeah, I am."

"Don't be," she told him.

"Why not?"

"Because you're not going to." Luna's voice was matter-of-fact – but then, it was always matter-of-fact, even when she was discussing the most ridiculous and terrible of theories. Neville told himself that, but he felt a tiny bit of hope well in his stomach.

"Is that what you think?"

"That's what I know."

Her utter certainty was comforting, and despite all logic, Neville found himself softening a little, and smiling. "Thanks, Luna."

Luna stood on her tiptoes and kissed Neville lightly.

"You're welcome," she told him, just as an explosion rattled the castle. Then she turned and hurried off.

Neville stared after her, perplexed. It had been such a small little kiss, but somehow, that token of her affection – and her confidence in him – brought a smile to his face. So he drew his wand, turned, and started down the corridor to the battle.