Little Valentines
-Narrator-
You can do this.
That was the only thing going through Neville's mind when he hiked up to the Ravenclaw Tower. Hogwarts, for Valentine's Day, had decided to have a a party followed by a date night, and it was mandatory to have a date.
The thing is, even after the war Neville still didn't have the guts to ask Luna to go with him, and with the party just a couple days away he needed to ask her.
So when he decided to go up to the Ravenclaw to ask her, and hopefully she would say yes and do something cute like talking about Nargles. You see, Neville was still the adorable dork he is, just now people are looking at him as if he's famous or even attractive.
So when Harry told him that of course Luna would say yes, he didn't believe him, but still went through with his plan. You see, Neville had been sending little hearts to Luna with itsie-bits of his feelings written down in them. Just small sentences, nothing big.
Now, that that was covered, we return to where I had started writing, when he is hiking up to the Ravenclaw tower, which has a total of 153 stairs.(That is because it is the number of the month she was born in times the number of the day[9 x 17])
When He reached the top a question was asked, and because Luna was his friend, he already knew the answer.
"I am black, white, and red all over, what am I?" The voice questioned.
"You're a newspaper." Neville replied firmly feeling more confident than before.
"Correct" and the door swung open.
When Neville stepped into the common room no one gave him a second glance, they were used to seeing Neville around the common room because of his multiple friendships with several Ravenclaws.
Chris Rodriguez, one of his close friends gave him a mischievous wink suggesting that he was going to ask Luna out. Neville sighed and nodded, his face turning into a tomato. The room noticed what was going on and clapped him on the back as soon as Chris wolf-whistled in anticipation with some others. You see, Ravenclaw was actually a house that was extremely competitive and hard workers. They give a big applause for anyone willing to do what they want, so that's why he is getting a large greeting.
Suddenly, Chris stood up and headed to the door.
"Where are you going?" Neville asked his friend.
"To tell Clarrise that you finally are asking Luna out." Chris smirked and walked out.
"Wait-NOOO!! Don't tell her!!" Neville cried but it was to late.
Clarrise was Chris's incredibly aggressive girlfriend that was in Hufflepuff.
After that little scene, Neville regained his composure and asked one of Luna's dorm mates to get Luna while the rest of her house went somewhere else in the common room.
When Luna finally came down, her friend Hailey, quickly left the room, but not before she gave Neville a wink.
"Hi Neville," Luna said dreamily "I see the Nargles haven't gotten you yet."
"Umm... Luna," Neville stuttered slightly "I want to ask you an important question."
"Yes?" Luna said perking up and paying more attention than she was earlier.
"WouldyouliketogototheValentinesDaypartywithme?" He flushed, his face turning redder than his hair.
"Pardon?" Luna smiled pushing some hair from his face.
"Would you like to go to the Valentines Day party with me?" Neville asked more confident.
"Of course! But is it just friends?" Luna pondered looking at Neville's bright red face and sweaty palms.
"No-o, I-I re-really li-ike you Lu-Luna." Neville stuttered blushing madly.
"Good!" Luna piped up "because I really like you too!" She smiled and pecked him on the cheek.
"See you tomorrow!" They said in unison.
Blushing they both went their separate ways, Luna to her dorm, and Neville to his common room.
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-Neville's POV-
"So how did it go?" Harry asked me while Seamus and Dean follows closely behind him. I felt my face heating up.
"SHE SAID YES!!!" Seamus excitedly exclaimed prancing around their dorm room after tripping on some shoes of Ron's.
"Yeah..." I said laying down on my bed.
"I told you you could do it!" Harry said patting me on the back.
You could do it.
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