D.A. Forever
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Neville/Luna
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Adult +
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7,183
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9
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D.A. Forever
[Your wish is granted. Somewhat. I\'ve totally ignored your request for non-Neville/Luna, as I\'ve always thought their personalities complemented each other nicely, and beggars can\'t be choosers anyways. Just be happy Luna\'s got a chance to get the keyboard time she rightfully deserves. As mentioned, this will only be finished if I get some sort of request for it to be finished. Depending on my mood, the rating of this story could be upgraded to NC-17, though I\'m unlikely to go into any hardcore details. So without further ado, I present my first foray into fanfic, "D.A. Forever":]
The hallways of Hogwarts were practically deserted. Only a few students remained...most had left almost immediately after the funeral, many accompanied by their parents right from the start, seeing as an extremely large portion of the Wizarding community had come to see Dumbledore off. Those who had not yet been retrieved were left to wait it out in the now-quite-depressing vastness of the castle, for all the students had been given the unfortunate news that the board of governors had cancelled all Hogwarts Express activities in light of the recent terrors. To make matters all the more gloomy, a rather awful storm seemed to be setting in, further limiting the travails of the children left behind. It wasn't as if they were really children, however. Almost all were fifth-years and up, with the sad exception of Colin Creevey\'s younger brother Dennis...the pair had just learned of their father\'s mysterious and shocking disappearance, and now both were rarely seen out of Professor Flitwick\'s company. Only through their combined devotion to photography and the charms necessary to bring to them to life were they able to block out the horrible images flashing through their minds regarding their dad\'s possible fate.
\"I suppose focusing on the pictures in front of them helps keep away the ones floating through their heads,\" Neville Longbottom mused as he left the common room.
As a fellow Gryffindor and former D.A. mate of the Creeveys, the sixth-year had all the more reason to walk through the hallways in a thoroughly morose and defeated manner...though this wasn\'t particularly unusual for poor Neville, having a reputation for clumsiness and something of a predisposition towards depression as a result. He understood their sorrows far better than most, as his own parents were mentally lost to him thanks to a terrible incident involving the Cruciatus Curse and one particularly evil witch. All in all, it was quite easy to see how he managed to walk smack in to Luna Lovegood\'s left side, to the effect that both ended up on the stone floor in a heap.
\"Oh no! Luna, I...I\'m really, really sorry. I wasn\'t...wasn\'t paying attention...\"
He trailed off as he often did when nervous and/or embarrassed while his round cheeks flushed a light red up and down his long face. Luna, however, seeming as though she had not been aware of tumbling to the ground (despite a now-scraped and slightly bleeding elbow), took this as a matter of concern.
\"Not paying attention? Sounds like you\'ve got an Adderbee nesting in your ear, then. They like to use the ridges of the ear as a type of bed and they make you lose your focus while they nap. Daddy says a telling sign is an unnaturally rosy complexion, and you look as though you fit the description.\" She stared quizzically at his face for a moment before asking, \"Do you feel unusually warm? Let me see...\"
Neville\'s natural impulse was to move his face away from her reaching hands, but for some reason he just let the contact happen. Consequentially, his level of embarrassment rose, and the temperature of his face did not fail to match it. He remained nervously quiet.
Luna, who was hardly known for her situational tact, once again rose to her reputation and calmly stated, \"Hmm...well, Adderbees are usually quick to cool down when they sense possible detection, but it could also be you\'re just nervous about something.\" She tilted her head and stared blankly into his eyes. \"Is it because of me being \'Loony?\' \"
He shot up to his feet quickly, breaking the contact but thickening the tension with a stuttering reply.
\"N-no, that\'s not it, and people shouldn\'t call you that L-L-Luna...\" Neville turned to face away from her before muttering under his breath, \"But it is because of you.\"
She rose slowly, straightening herself out in an absent-minded fashion. \"Hmm? What was the last part? I think I may have gotten your Bee, so I didn\'t hear you rightly. Highly contagious things, you know. I think Cho Chang might be having some problems with them, she flew rather poorly against Ginny...oh, I\'m injured!\"
Neville turned on the spot a shade faster than he might\'ve in any other situation, and quickly declared that they go see Madam Pomfrey, which Luna found to be sage advice (\"The Hogwarts floors have years of dark-magic-residue that might taint my blood and make me crazy, and I can\'t afford to be crazy in these dangerous times!\"), so they both began making the trek to the Infirmary. The walk served to calm Neville\'s nerves, and the mention of their mutual friend Ginny Weasley brought him around to a less nerve-wracking topic of conversation.
\"I didn\'t hear much from Ginny, Harry, Ron, and Hermione after that...that horrible night,\" he said as they walked, glad for the change but obviously sad to have to mention the evening of the headmaster's demise. \"They sort of stuck together \'till the funeral, and then Ginny left with her parents. The other three wandered off, and I don't know if anyone has seen them since. I'm kinda' worried"¦I think Harry may have decided to do something terribly drastic, and the others, being his best mates, are almost definitely going to be there with him."
Luna shrugged. "Harry does things like that. He's quite reckless, don't you agree?"
Neville grinned to himself, then added, "I wish I was like that sometimes. Sure, he gets himself into bad situations, but you can't say he doesn't at least put all he's got into them. Especially whenever he talked to Snape." He grimaced briefly at the thought of himself going toe-to-toe with Snape, and then his face contorted into something more of an angry look. "I wish I was Harry just for that, so I could tell that"¦that bastard bully of a wizard what I think of him."
She turned to look at Neville and gave him one of her traditional vague smiles. "I like that you're slow to say when you think mean things about certain people. Harry isn't very good at that. Though I think that's why Ginny likes him, and vice versa." Thinking of herself and Harry, she laughed. "I like him too, but she's prettier than me, and I suppose that helped."
Turning to face the smiling Luna, Neville felt her simple compliment warm him like a butterbeer, which led to the re-reddening of his face. "I don't think she's prett"¦" he began, but then backed off and switched his tack to the subject of Luna liking Harry. "Wait, so you're saying you fancied him?"
"Oh, just a bit," she replied, not seeming to have caught Neville's slip. "But I suspect he's like Ronald in that they're both more amused by me than anything else. A lot of people feel that way about me, I guess. But that works out, since I personally find Ronald and Hermione to be entertaining as well." She paused thoughtfully, then stated, "They should be girlfriend and boyfriend, I think."
This news made Neville nearly trip. "What?! Those two? They fight like they were brother and sister."
"Hmm"¦" Luna went into a dreamy trance for a while, which Neville had become used to. There was silence for a while, save for the incessant yet gentle jangling of her bottlecap necklace, another of many testaments to her oddity. She eventually began to move her arm through the air in a seemingly random though somewhat graceful fashion, and as Neville watched he noticed she seemed to be tracing out letters in the air.
Without turning her head, she abruptly explained herself. "Our names. They look interesting together, don't they? The shared "˜L' and the shared "˜N', though in opposite places"¦I think I quite like the look of them." She smiled again.
Neville couldn't help himself this time. "You"¦you really think so?" he asked in a not-unenthusiastic manner. "I've thought"¦similar things." He never knew he could feel so embarrassed, and yet there was something definitely right about it this time.
The hallways of Hogwarts were practically deserted. Only a few students remained...most had left almost immediately after the funeral, many accompanied by their parents right from the start, seeing as an extremely large portion of the Wizarding community had come to see Dumbledore off. Those who had not yet been retrieved were left to wait it out in the now-quite-depressing vastness of the castle, for all the students had been given the unfortunate news that the board of governors had cancelled all Hogwarts Express activities in light of the recent terrors. To make matters all the more gloomy, a rather awful storm seemed to be setting in, further limiting the travails of the children left behind. It wasn't as if they were really children, however. Almost all were fifth-years and up, with the sad exception of Colin Creevey\'s younger brother Dennis...the pair had just learned of their father\'s mysterious and shocking disappearance, and now both were rarely seen out of Professor Flitwick\'s company. Only through their combined devotion to photography and the charms necessary to bring to them to life were they able to block out the horrible images flashing through their minds regarding their dad\'s possible fate.
\"I suppose focusing on the pictures in front of them helps keep away the ones floating through their heads,\" Neville Longbottom mused as he left the common room.
As a fellow Gryffindor and former D.A. mate of the Creeveys, the sixth-year had all the more reason to walk through the hallways in a thoroughly morose and defeated manner...though this wasn\'t particularly unusual for poor Neville, having a reputation for clumsiness and something of a predisposition towards depression as a result. He understood their sorrows far better than most, as his own parents were mentally lost to him thanks to a terrible incident involving the Cruciatus Curse and one particularly evil witch. All in all, it was quite easy to see how he managed to walk smack in to Luna Lovegood\'s left side, to the effect that both ended up on the stone floor in a heap.
\"Oh no! Luna, I...I\'m really, really sorry. I wasn\'t...wasn\'t paying attention...\"
He trailed off as he often did when nervous and/or embarrassed while his round cheeks flushed a light red up and down his long face. Luna, however, seeming as though she had not been aware of tumbling to the ground (despite a now-scraped and slightly bleeding elbow), took this as a matter of concern.
\"Not paying attention? Sounds like you\'ve got an Adderbee nesting in your ear, then. They like to use the ridges of the ear as a type of bed and they make you lose your focus while they nap. Daddy says a telling sign is an unnaturally rosy complexion, and you look as though you fit the description.\" She stared quizzically at his face for a moment before asking, \"Do you feel unusually warm? Let me see...\"
Neville\'s natural impulse was to move his face away from her reaching hands, but for some reason he just let the contact happen. Consequentially, his level of embarrassment rose, and the temperature of his face did not fail to match it. He remained nervously quiet.
Luna, who was hardly known for her situational tact, once again rose to her reputation and calmly stated, \"Hmm...well, Adderbees are usually quick to cool down when they sense possible detection, but it could also be you\'re just nervous about something.\" She tilted her head and stared blankly into his eyes. \"Is it because of me being \'Loony?\' \"
He shot up to his feet quickly, breaking the contact but thickening the tension with a stuttering reply.
\"N-no, that\'s not it, and people shouldn\'t call you that L-L-Luna...\" Neville turned to face away from her before muttering under his breath, \"But it is because of you.\"
She rose slowly, straightening herself out in an absent-minded fashion. \"Hmm? What was the last part? I think I may have gotten your Bee, so I didn\'t hear you rightly. Highly contagious things, you know. I think Cho Chang might be having some problems with them, she flew rather poorly against Ginny...oh, I\'m injured!\"
Neville turned on the spot a shade faster than he might\'ve in any other situation, and quickly declared that they go see Madam Pomfrey, which Luna found to be sage advice (\"The Hogwarts floors have years of dark-magic-residue that might taint my blood and make me crazy, and I can\'t afford to be crazy in these dangerous times!\"), so they both began making the trek to the Infirmary. The walk served to calm Neville\'s nerves, and the mention of their mutual friend Ginny Weasley brought him around to a less nerve-wracking topic of conversation.
\"I didn\'t hear much from Ginny, Harry, Ron, and Hermione after that...that horrible night,\" he said as they walked, glad for the change but obviously sad to have to mention the evening of the headmaster's demise. \"They sort of stuck together \'till the funeral, and then Ginny left with her parents. The other three wandered off, and I don't know if anyone has seen them since. I'm kinda' worried"¦I think Harry may have decided to do something terribly drastic, and the others, being his best mates, are almost definitely going to be there with him."
Luna shrugged. "Harry does things like that. He's quite reckless, don't you agree?"
Neville grinned to himself, then added, "I wish I was like that sometimes. Sure, he gets himself into bad situations, but you can't say he doesn't at least put all he's got into them. Especially whenever he talked to Snape." He grimaced briefly at the thought of himself going toe-to-toe with Snape, and then his face contorted into something more of an angry look. "I wish I was Harry just for that, so I could tell that"¦that bastard bully of a wizard what I think of him."
She turned to look at Neville and gave him one of her traditional vague smiles. "I like that you're slow to say when you think mean things about certain people. Harry isn't very good at that. Though I think that's why Ginny likes him, and vice versa." Thinking of herself and Harry, she laughed. "I like him too, but she's prettier than me, and I suppose that helped."
Turning to face the smiling Luna, Neville felt her simple compliment warm him like a butterbeer, which led to the re-reddening of his face. "I don't think she's prett"¦" he began, but then backed off and switched his tack to the subject of Luna liking Harry. "Wait, so you're saying you fancied him?"
"Oh, just a bit," she replied, not seeming to have caught Neville's slip. "But I suspect he's like Ronald in that they're both more amused by me than anything else. A lot of people feel that way about me, I guess. But that works out, since I personally find Ronald and Hermione to be entertaining as well." She paused thoughtfully, then stated, "They should be girlfriend and boyfriend, I think."
This news made Neville nearly trip. "What?! Those two? They fight like they were brother and sister."
"Hmm"¦" Luna went into a dreamy trance for a while, which Neville had become used to. There was silence for a while, save for the incessant yet gentle jangling of her bottlecap necklace, another of many testaments to her oddity. She eventually began to move her arm through the air in a seemingly random though somewhat graceful fashion, and as Neville watched he noticed she seemed to be tracing out letters in the air.
Without turning her head, she abruptly explained herself. "Our names. They look interesting together, don't they? The shared "˜L' and the shared "˜N', though in opposite places"¦I think I quite like the look of them." She smiled again.
Neville couldn't help himself this time. "You"¦you really think so?" he asked in a not-unenthusiastic manner. "I've thought"¦similar things." He never knew he could feel so embarrassed, and yet there was something definitely right about it this time.